#Don't ask me about bass cliff

[goobbgoober]

Been thinkin bout the song I wanna write for ouaw (in my heart I want to write one for every campaign, but I know I don't have the knowledge to do that) and I want it be specifically carousel and jazz combined. Which is super hard cuz most carousel music is a march and jazz is never straight, at least the way it plays in my heart. I could always go with a street beat style, but idk, I kinda want classic swing or maybe I could take on a bossa nova or something. It's really a question of instrumentation. I'm thinking the vibe if the song is carousel but played by a big band, idk if there will be lyrics or not yet. Probably not. All that's left for my concept is straight up figuring out the chord progressions and melody, all the major important bits.

I know nobody cares about my song concept that will likely never be shared with the world outside of text, but it helps me think out my thoughts, too lol.

I may or may not take a music writing class just for this (and the few other endeavors i have in the back of my mind), idk, I'm kinda on the fence. I love jazz and I want to write music outside of the norm, but I also don't care about a lot of common music writing shit, like, fuck concert bands, they're so lame. I mean, if Icould, id write good shit, but nah, fuck concert bands.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

PART TWO TO THE CLIFF'S SISTER THING PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE

A/n: Idk what else would happen in the second part, I hope soft smut is ok 😬

Warnings: Mostly fluff, light smut, grinding, fingering (f receiving), mentions of masturbation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 1

A week had passed since Cliff's birthday, James never left, you didn't want him to. After he kissed you, his warm lips against yours when you were at your lowest, everything felt better.

Maybe it was a temporary fix, maybe Cliff was pulling his hair out from the heavens above, but you got better. Showering became a regular occurrence again, you didn't wear Cliff's clothes as often.

Most importantly, you got back into playing bass. You swore it started raining every time, hard, thunder and lightning, the whole thing.

James didn't leave your side, he held you at night, he went out for breakfast with you, cooked with you. Very rarely were you apart, maybe it was a bad thing, a sign you needed more help, but even a temporary fix was better than nothing.

You'd just gotten out of the shower and were brushing your hair as you came into your room, finding James already splayed out in bed waiting for you. He smiled at you, eyeing you in your towel. You rolled your eyes at him, not needing him to say a word to know what he was thinking.

You went to the closet, looking through your clothes and tossing a shirt along with a pair of shorts to the ground. "You don't really have to put those on, do ya?" James asked, sitting up in bed, eyes never leaving your figure. You gave him a look and turned your back to him, closing the closet door and bending over to pick up your shirt. "Might as well just drop the towel." James teased, though he was looking away out of respect.

You thought about it for a moment before dropping the cloth. James's eyes widened, cheeks heating up at the sight of you, even if you still had your back to him. "I don't really need clothes, do I?" You teased.

"Yes! Yes, you do, you-you really..." He trailed, gaze wandering back to you before he snapped his head back away. "You do, you definitely, definitely do." You giggled and got your clothes on before crawling into bed next to him. Your bed wasn't especially small, you didn't have to touch each other, but it was more comfortable to curl up to him.

James got comfortable with you, laying on his side and wrapping his arms around you. He kissed your forehead, sending a little jolt to your gut.

You laid curled up against him, listening to his heartbeat in the silence that fell across the room. "We should go on a date." James said abruptly.

You raised your brows and looked up at him. "A date?" You repeated. "Haven't we gone on one?"

James made a face and shook his head. "We haven't left the house." He said with a small shrug, a thought crossing his mind and concern started spreading over his features. "When, uh, when was the last time you left the house?" He asked, voice low so as to not come across too accusatorily.

You thought for a long few moments before finally answering. "A month, maybe... I never really left the house before Cliff died, I'm pretty sure it was grocery shopping." James listened, nodding along. He knew you were never exactly extroverted, he was surprised it had only been a month, and it made sense in September, but it was November now.

James exhaled softly and smiled warmly down at you. "So, a date, then? Just, like, a lunch, or something." You chewed your cheek, mentally debating it. You didn't want to say no, you wanted to go, but you didn't know if you could bring yourself to leave the house.

James saw your hesitation and knew what was going through your head, he wasn't as oblivious as people thought. "How about this, we say yes, and tomorrow you'll get all pretty and we'll go, BUT, and this is only, like, a backup plan, but we don't have to go, alright? No one's making you do anything."

It was a reasonable enough plan, you were going until you couldn't, it would work. Right?

You agreed and pecked his lips. Of course he chased the kissed, wanting more and more until your breathing was heavy and you were tugging on his hair.

James pulled you on top of him, his arms wrapping around you. His hands ran up and down your sides, grabbing your ass through your shorts. A soft groan left you as your hips bucked against him, rubbing on his hard on through his boxers.

"James-!" You gasped, pulling away a bit.

James's arms tightened around you. "Shh, shh, it's fine, just keep going." He encouraged, adjusting your position so your clothed cunt was pressed against his thigh, clit catching on the fabric of your shorts. "First date, first day outside together... we can have more firsts." He mused, pecking your cheek. "C'mere." He pulled you back down, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

His hands went down to your hips, guiding you against his thigh. Low groans left him, your little thrust bumping his cock, it wasn't enough to make him cum but that wasn't his priority right now. He listened to your muffled whines, the little sounds you were making only adding to his arousal.

He made you feel so small, not in a negative way. He made you feel safe, protected, like nothing could get to you. James was bigger than you, taller, stronger, he wasn't one for fights but he was big enough that most people didn't even bother.

You'd never left the house with him, but you'd seen how people treat him. You knew what it felt like to be with him. "Jamie..." You muttered, lifting yourself up the best you could to look at him.

He smiled up at you, loving your reactions to grinding on him, your eyes filled with a desperation, pouty lips parted slightly. "You're doing so good, sweetheart, just keep going." He mused, hand slipping further down your body, dipping into your shorts.

He gave your ass a quick squeeze before the tip of his middle finger teased your hole. You gasped softly and he pushed it further in. "Keep going." His voice was low but firm, he didn't move his hand, letting you fuck yourself on it.

Your whines got needier and louder, a knot building in your gut. His name was the only thing filling your mouth, coming out in moans like a sultry mantra. The knot tightened before finally snapping and you were left a twitching mess on top of him.

James littered kisses all over your face, pulling his finger out of you as he did so. "You did so good, sweetheart, did so good for me." He purred. "Tired now, right?" He asked, letting you slide off of him when you nodded.

You laid by the wall, you preferred it because it let you sleep facing the wall while still feeling safe, James pressed firmly against your back, his arms wrapped around you.

This time you felt his cock against your ass. "You-you can keep going..." You muttered, out of breath.

James chuckled softly and shook his head, kissing the back of your back. "No, I'm staying until you fall asleep."

You looked back at him over your shoulder, eyes fluttering. "Until I fall asleep? Do you always wait until I fall asleep?" You asked, hoping against all odds he'd say no. How could he just leave you? He helped you fall asleep and then he just ditched?

"No, of course not." You let out the breath you'd been holding, relaxing more. "I'll stay until you fall asleep then I'll go to the bathroom, I'll be gone two, three minutes tops." He assured, placing more kisses along your neck and shoulder. "Sweetheart..." He spoke, waiting a moment before repeating himself. "Sweetheart?" He leaned over you seeing your relaxed expression, sleeping.

James kissed your cheek, despite saying he would leave he stayed put, making sure you weren't waking up before discretely making his way to the bathroom.

The next morning you went about your plan, smiling more than usual while he watched you do your makeup. It's not that you stopped smiling after Cliff, well, for a while you did, September would never be the same... maybe you did stop smiling and didn't want to believe it.

James didn't let go of you, always touching you in one way or another through dressing and breakfast, giving his opinions and encouraging you the whole way through, even going as far as tying your shoes for you.

The front door opened to a light drizzle, James's hand on your hip and he kissed your cheek. You leaned against him and he led you to his car which was still parked down the street.

The rain didn't let up, a low thunder rumbling in the sky.

Cliff approved.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hello! I saw your recent set of headcanons on the bachelors' reactions to a classically trained musician, and it inspired me to request this. Could you do a set of headcanons with the bachelors & bachelorettes (or just bachelorettes, if you're busy) reacting to a farmer who plays trombone specifically? It can be classical like the last one or a marching or jazz trombonist, I'd be glad to see trombone get some recognition regardless of the genre.

Hey hey, dear anon 👋

Sure thing, let's make a headcanon specifically about the trombone 🎶 Thanks a lot for your ask and enjoy! 💖

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Bachelors/ettes react to Farmer playing the trombone:

Jazz is one of Harvey's favorite musical genres, so imagine the doctor's pleasant surprise when one evening in the Saloon he heard not a familiar song from the mini-jukebox, but live music. Farmer stood on a small podium with a trombone in their hands, and as soon as all the visitors paid attention to them, began to do such magic with the instrument that Harvey, as if mesmerized, forgot about everything in the world (his coffee got cold). After such a concert, the local doctor will praise the skills of a new member of the Stardew Valley community and, if they have time, ask where they learned to play so wonderfully.

"You play so great, could have traveled and given concerts. So why did you choose this place after all?" After Farmer first demonstrated their trombone skills to Sebastian, the local emo asked his friend this question, not understanding why farmer's career and not a trombonist in some ensemble or jazz band. To which Farmer with a smile replied that it was just a pleasant hobby for them. Like for Sebby himself playing his synthesizer, which he didn't argue with, they were right. Sebastian didn't insist on a duet, but wouldn't say no if Farmer suggested they spend time together practicing musical instruments together.

Shane thought this night would be like any others before: he'd sit by the cliff, surrounded only by the sounds of the waves below and the rustling of the trees nearby, and drowns his bad thoughts in alcohol until he passed out. But the sound of a trombone from the forest almost makes him drop his beer can. Beautiful, yet sad song echoed throughout the forest. Shane listened to the music, which intoxicated him as much as his drink, listened and listened before the song fades away. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Farmer striding towards their farm, trombone in their hand. Heh, so that was them playing in the woods. Maybe Shane would mention it tomorrow... Or maybe not.

When Farmer finished playing their trombone for the crowd gathered in the center of the Pelican Town square, Elliott applauded his good friend the loudest and shouted "Bravo!" for a full minute. The most popular musicians of the Ferngill Republic could envy Farmer's talent and skills, and the writer is not exaggerating at all, oh no! Elliott even wonders why they haven't started a music career at this point, since Farmer can easily gather a bunch of fans and give concerts and playing brings them a lot of pleasure. Maybe they'll tell Elliott about it over a mug of ale or wine in the Saloon? He's eager to hear their story.

Sam saw mayor Lewis approaching him and Farmer, and immediately thought that the old man was about to start asking him and his band to play some music for the upcoming Stardew Valley Fair. Only this time the mayor turned to Farmer instead, asking them to play trombone for an hour, "light jazz would be good for their festival." Which made Sammy's eyes widen with surprise. Farmer can play? Why hadn't they told him? "Didn't have time?" No big deal, but it's cool! Maybe Farmer can be part of his gang if they want. "Trombone music doesn't fit in?" Nonsense! There's someone out there skillfully blending the sound of bass guitar and violin, so why don't they try it too?

Alex had two tunes that, when listening to them, immediately bring to mind his late mother. The first was her little music box, what little was left of it. The second was that song his mom loved to put on radio when she and little Alex were making sandwiches in the kitchen. The calm and pleasant jazz music she always danced and smiled to... Alex only knew the genre, but not the name of the instrument. Tro- trumpet, or something like that? Until he heard Farmer playing their trombone near the railroad. That very tune... Athlete wanted to ask where Farmer had learned to play so well, but a flashback to his mom made him not call out to them, lest they see the droplets in his eyes.

It turns out that, like Abigail, Farmer knows how to play more than one musical instrument. Only recently the violet-haired girl had heard how skillfully they played the strings of a mini harp, and now she watched them stand in her room and play the trombone while Abby played her drums to the beat. Though it was Farmer who did all the magic, she thought. Hey, they'd make a good jazz band (or duo, if Sam and Sebastian didn't want to play in that genre). A few performances for friends/family or at town festivals she learned more and more interesting things about her friend, and with each their rehearsal, Abigail realized more and more that her feelings for them were growing stronger....

"Okay, everyone, on three! And one, and two, and three..." Vigorously waving her baton, Emily commanded the musical ensemble to begin playing the Pelican Town hymn she had devised. There was Gus with his violin, Elliott on the piano, Sam with his guitar, Abby with her drums and Sebastian with his synthesizer. And almost in front of everyone was Farmer, playing their trombone deftly, adding to the cheerful, loud music from their wind instrument. "See? Told you you'd fit in perfectly with the ensemble!" Giving the command to stop, Emily praised Farmer with a wide smile on her face and thanked them and everyone else too for participating.

Truth be told, Haley wasn't eager to get up this early (10 a.m.) and walk into the Cindersap Forest, especially since it had recently rained in the fall, which definitely meant her new brand shoes would be covered in mud and chunks of wet fallen leaves. But there's one reason the blonde-haired girl is willing to make such a sacrifice.... Farmer, sitting under a cherry tree, began to play a quiet melody on their trombone, and Haley, standing behind another tree, listened to this marvelous music, immersed in reverie. Caught red-handed by the surprised Farmer or anyone else, Haley, all blushed, would deny everything and go home, clomping her heels on the wet ground.

If from Farmer's gift of a literal emerald Penny was still trying to hold back tears because her friend was so thoughtful, then from their "Happy Birthday" trombone song the teacher could not hold back any longer. So much sobbing that Farmer even got worried, but she calmed down and simply said that no one had ever given her such a nice gift before and was incredibly happy. When Farmer finished playing, Penny gave them a piece of cake, a cup of tea, and began to ask where they had learned to play the trombone so well, whether they had a teacher or were self-taught, and other interesting details. Yoba, they sat like that for more than three hours, but Penny was so interesting to listen to that the time flew by.

Moving to Stardew Valley was Leah's best decision, because not only did the artist draw inspiration from this magical place, but almost every resident was talented and creative. There was Elliott with his novels, or the local youth performing as a musical gang. And even her neighbor Farmer, as it turned out, played the trombone so expertly when they were near her home! Leah began to notice that she was always going outside to make sculptures now just as Farmer was beginning their song. It's always more fun with music. She would meet them sometime and, if they weren't busy with the farm, ask them about their musical education.

Maru learned about Farmer's talent quite by accident: the young inventor was sitting at her favorite place near Lewis' house after work and saw her friend with a big bag behind them. Out of curiosity, she asked them that. "My trombone", and then, the questions went: do you play, how long have you been playing, where did you study, and so on. Though Farmer decided not to throw words around and quickly demonstrated their playing to Maru, from which the girl was pleasantly touched. Both farmer and musician - a real talent! Music isn't her thing, but if their trombone is broken, that let them come to her, maybe she can help fix their instrument. Or create a robot to fix the trombone. Probably the second option.

[valwrites-stuff]

Hi. Love your work so much. Can you please write about Lars × reader being friends for years but they both had crush on each other secretly and they never showed their real feelings for each other and finally Lars confesses about his feelings? And please include smut and thirst 🙈 sorry for my bad English anyway

All the words I don't say

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ smut, friends to lovers

Lars and I had been friends for years. We met after one of their shows in the early days of Metallica and instantly hit it off. We shared the same sense of humor, the same interests, and the same group of friends. But there was always something more between us, something unspoken.

We both had a crush on each other, but we never dared to admit it. We were afraid of ruining our friendship, of making things awkward between us. So we kept our feelings hidden, buried deep inside.

One night, Lars invited me to a party at the Metallimansion. He opened the door and we smiled at each other before he pulled me into a hug. "Hey I'm so glad you could make it," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

I returned his hug, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I wouldn't miss a good party." I replied, feeling a rush of happiness at being in his arms.

Taking my hand, Lars energetically pulled me into the house, where the air was filled with the thumping bass of music, towards the rest of Metallica standing near the makeshift bar area. They were laughing loudly at some joke when they noticed the both of us approaching.

"Hey guys! Look who's here." Lars announced with a wide smile, pulling me closer to him possessively. His hand still holding mine tightly.

James raised an eyebrow at the sight of our joined hands. A smirk played across his lips as he looked between the two of us knowingly. "Hey Y/N, how you doing? You two look pretty comfortable there."

Kirk and Cliff chuckled knowingly and Lars quickly let go of your hand, his cheeks turning crimson. "Sorry Y/N. Let's get you something to drink, what do you want, beer, shots?"

I looked from our hands to Lars' blushing face. "It's ok...beer would be nice, yea..."

Lars nodded, grateful for the change of subject and hurried off to grab two bottles from the kitchen.

In the meantime, Cliff sidled up beside me with a sly grin. "So, you and Lars, huh? Never thought I'd see the day."

Before I could respond, Kirk chimed in excitedly. "Ooh, dish the deets! How did this happen? Did he finally work up the nerve to talk to you?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned in closer.

My thoughts were suddenly all over the place, confusion written all over my face. "Wait, guys, what are you talking about? You seem to get something wrong..."

Just then, Lars returned with the drinks, handing one over to me carefully. He shot his friends a warning glare before they raised their hands in surrender, smirked and wandered off to find James.

I had no clue what was going on with Lars and the sudden assumptions but decided to find out later, feeling the need to get drunk first.

A few drinks later, I stood and mingled with some friends, I couldn't help but steal glances at Lars. He looked handsome as ever, with his feathered hair and easy smile. Seeing him talk to any girl made me feel a pang in my chest, knowing that I could not have him.

Intrigued by the boys' earlier words plus Lars's weird behavior, I decided to ask James about it, when I saw him standing outside by himself, but unfortunately, I only got a snicker and a shrug with the words, "Don't ask me, he needs to tell you himself."

The words echoed in my mind all night as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Could it be possible that Lars felt the same way about me?

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, Lars eventually pulled me aside. He looked nervous, his hands fidgeting with his drink. "Hey, can we talk?"

I nodded before he led me to his room, away from the noise and prying eyes.

"Lars, what's going on with you tonight?" I asked, concern and confusion lacing my voice.

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine. "I have something to tell you," he said. "I was acting weird because...I've been trying to figure out how to tell you something."

"Alright, here goes nothing..."

Lars took another deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say, his heart pounding as he looked into my eyes.

"I...I like you, Y/N. Like, really like you. More than just friends." The words tumbled out in a rush, as if he couldn't hold them back anymore. "I have for a while, but I didn't know how to tell you."

He reached out tentatively, taking my hand in his. His palm was sweaty, betraying his nerves. "I understand if this changes things between us. If you don't feel the same way. But I needed you to know."

Lars held his breath, waiting for my response. I was speechless. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Lars had feelings for me? It was like a dream, too good to be true.

"You... you like me?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

"Yes, Y/N," he replied, his gaze unwavering. Time seemed to stand still as I processed the implications of his words. Had I been so oblivious to his feelings?

"I don't know what to say, Lars," I admitted, my voice barely above a murmur. "I never expected this."

"I understand," he said softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "This is... quite unexpected, I guess."

I took a deep breath and met his gaze. "Lars," I said, my voice filled with a newfound confidence, "I think I feel the same way."

He looked back at me, surprise registering in his eyes. "You do?"

"Yeah I always had a little crush on you to be honest...I just thought you weren't interested in me..."

He looked taken aback for a moment, but then a smile slowly spread across his face. "I had no idea... You're quite good at hiding it, playing it cool, you know."

Lars stepped closer, the gap between us slowly closing. "Maybe I should have been less subtle...and do this." He gently cups my cheek and leans in to press his lips against mine.

The kiss was gentle and slightly hesitant at first, a silent question in his touch. But slowly he deepened it, his other hand coming up to rest at the small of my back, pulling me closer.

Before long, we moved onto the bed, sharing fiery kisses. Lars hand slipped beneath my top, gently caressing my skin. I arched into him, craving more of his touch as he broke the kiss and leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he murmured, "I've wanted this for so long."

"If this is just a dream, don't wake me up." I heard him chuckle and smile before he started to undress me until I was almost left bare, his own clothes following right away.

Lars' lips crashed into mine once again, his body covering mine as he settled between my thighs. His hands circled my breasts as his muscular chest pressed against my soft mounds and his arousal brushed against my belly, a clear indication of the desire coursing through his veins.

As he pulled back from the kiss, his fingers wandered and brushed against my damp panties, making me gasp.

"You sure about this?" Lars' eyes were dark with lust as they locked with mine, a silent promise of the pleasure that awaited and I could only nod, eager for more. "I'm sure."

He smiled and pulled my panties down my legs before his skilled fingers danced along my slick folds, teasing my throbbing clit with feather-light touches that sent jolts of electricity through my body. I arched into his touch, desperate for more contact, more pressure.

He lavished attention on my neck now, peppering kisses along my jaw. My skin prickled with goosebumps as he worked his way down, leaving a trail of heated passion in his wake.

Lars positioned himself between my spread legs, his cock, hard and insistent, prodded at my entrance, seeking permission to claim me fully.

He paused, searching my face for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but found only lust-filled eyes gazing back at him.

Slowly, deliberately, Lars pushed forward, sinking into my welcoming heat. A soft moan rips from his throat as my walls clench around him, enveloping his shaft in slick, pulsating warmth.

Once he was fully sheathed, Lars stilled, allowing us both to savor the intense sensation of being joined so intimately.

As he began to move, I stared up at him with dreamy eyes before he leans in to kiss me once more, whispering against my lips. "You're utter perfection."

The tenderness of his declaration contrasted beautifully with the passion of his lovemaking. Each deliberate stroke of his cock inside me sent waves of pleasure crashing over my senses. My legs wrap around his waist, urging him deeper, my heels digging into the small of his back.

The world narrowed to the feel of skin on skin, the sound of heavy breathing, and the relentless pulse of our hearts beating as one.

With each stroke, Lars brought me closer to that yearning sensation. "Lars, don't stop."

"Never, babygirl," Lars said, his voice strained with pleasure as he continued to piston in and out of my slick heat. His hips snapped forward with increasing urgency, driving his length deeper into me.

My nails dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as the coil of tension in my belly wound tighter and tighter. Every fiber of my being screams for release, begging to be swept away.

"Lars!" I cry out, my voice a desperate whine. "I'm so close!" In response, he angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot within me, sending shockwaves of bliss rippling through my core.

The pressure built, cresting higher and higher, until finally, with a loud moan suppressed by his mouth capturing my lips, I came undone, my body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

At the peak of my climax, Lars buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he reached his own summit with a passionate moan.

"Oh fuck, that was incredible. "Lars cradled me close, his heart hammering against my chest as he kissed my lips.

Eventually, the storm subsided, leaving us both spent and sated. Lars carefully withdrew, his softened member slipping free with a wet pop. He gathered me into his arms, holding me tightly as we both basked in the warm aftermath of our lovemaking.

"You're amazing, I think I love you..." Lars murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

"I think I love you too..." I mustered a bright smile, and just lay there with him, embracing the warmth of Lars' strong arms, I allowed myself to drift into a peaceful reverie, the pounding music and laughter from below fading into insignificance.

After a while, Lars gently disentangled himself from me. "We should probably get dressed and rejoin the party," he suggested, a hint of reluctance in his tone.

With a sigh, I nodded, knowing he's right. The night was still young, and our friends would surely wonder where you've disappeared to.

"What are we gonna tell the guys?" I asked with a chuckle. "Are we gonna show off?"

"We don't. They knew all along. And yes, we're gonna show off because you're stuck with me now." Lars answered with a smirk.

"Stuck with you, huh? Well, I suppose I can live with that."

[accihoe]

My Baby

It's been around 3037 hours since my boyfriend, the reincarnation of the king of bass, died. I just need to write something fluffy for comfort.

Pairing: Cliff Burton x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N comforts Cliff through a nasty fever

Warnings: fever, very slight hint towards vomiting

A/N: This may be cringe, but I need the comfort. Pls don't steal my work.

xxxx

"104,"

Y/N exhaled in worry when she read the numbers on the thermometer. She put her hand over his forehead, not wanting to believe that the thermometer was accurate. His forehead felt like stove plate with a broken regulator.

"Darling I'm going to get you some water, and a tad of orange juice. I'll be right back."

She stroked a drenched strand of hair away from his eyes before leaving the room. Cliff stayed silent, his energy to react in any way long gone. Y/N returned with a tray, pushing the door open with her hip. Though exhausted and uncomfortable, Cliff couldn't help the small smile on his lips.

"Think you can keep this down? We need to keep you hydrated, my love."

She set the tray on the nightstand and propped up pillows, assisting him to sit upright. She handed him the glass. He took it with trembling hands, sighing from the pleasant cool contact. Y/N smiled gently when he glanced her, his eyes showing a slight mistrust.

"I'm not leaving, sweetheart, I promise. And no, I don't mind doing this at all, in fact, I enjoy caring for you."

She laid a hand over his bony knee, responding again to questions he had asked hours ago in a delirious state. His eyes scanned her warily, but drifted to the glass when her thumb stroked his knee over the thin blanket.

"Have a sip, love."

He complied, eyes watching her over the glass. Y/N giggled, and Cliff cracked a small smile. She took the glass from him upon noticing he was at his limit for intake.

"I think now I should sponge you, yeah? Sorry, I rarely get sick, and I haven't been home in a while, I'm not too educated on caring for fevers."

He blinked, but she knew it was a sassy eyeroll.

"Oh my darling, you're starting to feel better!"

She chimed. Y/N got a lukewarm, damp cloth and dabbed it across his feverish skin, dabbing it around his eyes that she could only imagine were burning. She dabbed the cloth gently, smiling internally when she thought of the relief he must've been feeling from the contact of coolness.

"Think you can manage a few more sips of water before you lie down?"

He shook his head.

"Orange juice?"

He shook his head again.

"Alright,"

She gave another soft smile before helping him shift down.

"I think that's it, for no-"

"Willyouholdme?"

"Sorry darling, what was that?"

He exhaled before staring into her eyes intently, as he always did.

"Will you hold me... please?"

"Oh, sweetheart, of course."

She smiled, moving onto the bed. She laid down, and he curled up against her side, face buried in the crook of her neck. Thankfully, Y/N already caught and passed what Cliff had, and was therefore able to snuggle him, like he insisted on doing for her when she was unwell. She stroked one hand over his hair, the other cradling his cheek whilst her thumb stroked his jaw.

A smile danced on her features when she felt his body start to lose the tension and relax, his breathing evening out. She pressed a kiss to his damp hair. The room carried its usual scent, with a hint of illness, but she would worry about that once her handsome man was feeling better.

She hummed a gentle tone, one that Cliff had expressed his sentiment about. With a kiss to his ear she hummed the final tune, closing her eyes to further embrace the peacefulness of being around him, of having him feel safe and protected around her.

"I love you."

She whispered into his hair, and though he was asleep, the words sunk in.

A/n: Hope it was alright. I miss my boy today, the longing doesn't get easier over time, but I'm familiar with losing loved ones, so it's alright. Lmao sorry this is so sappy and blah blah. Hope you have a good time in whatever timezone you're in. And hey, please talk to me if you need someone to chat to. I'll even drop an Insta or something if it'll help ya out. I'm all for helping others, and being a friend.

[aishnico]

more cliff please omg…..

#𝘾𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙁 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉: 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭

» summary: you woke up from your afternoon nap and saw your son and husband practicing playing bass

» word count: 1.7k

» warnings: none, just pure fluff (+🎁), grammar issues

"okay, let's get started. did you tune the bass first?" cliff asked your son. and he responded by nodding quickly. "well then, surprise me." cliff chuckled.

he lined his four fingers to the g string and hid his thumb behind the neck on his left hand. he then put his right hand's thumb on the pickup and lined his fingers to the string. he then placed his left hand's index finger on the first note and placed his other three fingers in order while he was pulling the string on each note. he moved his fingers from g string to e string.

the sound of what came out wasn't that smooth. his hands and fingers were still small after all. he was starting to stagger when he moved his index finger on the first string's fifth fret and gave up.

"my fingers, my hand, ugh..." he sounded tired after this.

"you sure made a lot of progress." cliff expressed happily.

"why the sound is not coming out smoothly? am i not pressing hard enough?" your son asked angrily. cliff shook his head and sat next to him closer. "you're just not pressing your fingers next to the fret. you're pressing in the middle of it. try again like i said." he answered.

he lined his fingers to the first string and then tried to open his fingers wide to place each finger next to the fret. and the sound started to come out pleasant. he smiled to himself for fixing it and cliff smiled at him because of his happiness.

the more he moved his fingers to high strings, the more his hand started to get tired. he was playing slowly but he was pleasant because the sound was clear. he grimaced and eventually moved his hand away after getting to the first string's fifth fret again.

"yeah, that's what i'm talking about!" cliff cheered and patted his son's back. he let out an ouch and then moved the bass away. "you're a fast learner. don't tell mom this but, you actually learned faster and sounded clearer than her for the first time."

his son smirked. "how long did it take to teach her?" he asked. cliff thought about it for a couple of seconds. "i think maybe two weeks? i used to teach her two or three times a week. now a week ago i showed you just the basic things and you just practiced for a whole week by yourself."

your son shrugged. "i just practiced more than her, that's why. but i still feel like i achieved something! can you teach me how to play master of puppets now, please?" your son's eyes sparked. cliff just grinned and got comfortable on the couch.

"nah, you should make your fingers get used to this position first. then maybe i can teach you how to play come together first. there's a technique in there but still, i can teach you that too."

your son's facial expression changed. he was disappointed and crossed his arms. "beatles suck, don't tell mom this, though."

"i've heard you, both of you!" you shouted at them from your bedroom. you woke up from your afternoon nap from your son's loud voice but you didn't mind, you wanted to be with them.

you walked to the living room with heavy steps. it wasn't easy to walk with your 9 month old daughter, after all. now, you could give birth at any time and you were nervous. so were your husband and son.

especially your son. when the first time you told him the news, he didn't welcome this good. he was both mad and worried about you. what if you two would love his sister more than him? what if you two would not spend time with him anymore? what if you two would forget about him? and what if you would die while giving birth?

it took a while to assure him that your and cliff's love for him would never change. cliff, who is a good talker, would always remind him that. and you would always assure him that you're going to be okay, you were going to take care of both yourself and his sister very well.

and you two promised you would spend time with him in various ways, to not make him feel forgotten. sometimes in your mood changes, you would get selfish and want him just to yourself. it wasn't healthy, you would think. but cliff would understand you so he would take your son to his parents or his metallica uncles and would grant your wish in various ways...

cliff smiled and gave you his hand. you held it and he helped you to sit next to him. "good afternoon, love." he greeted you and planted a gentle kiss on your lips. you smiled and kissed him back. "what are my boys doing, hm?" you looked at your son and he smiled excitedly. "you should listen to how i play now!"

he then grabbed cliff's bass again and positioned his fingers after opening his fingers as wide as he could. he started to play slowly the notes but unexpectedly, he got faster and faster. you two looked at him with shock, he was shocked too.

"i'm a fucking genius!" he cheered himself. but you gasped when you heard the word. you looked at him with a furious expression. "where did you learn that, young man?!"

"hm, i think i heard this from uncle lars. he was furious at something, and he just shouted this. but instead 'u', he said it with 'o'. 'fock!'" he mimicked him. cliff hid his face but you heard his giggle. you sighed and turned to him.

"i knew you shouldn't have left him with lars and james... that's what happens then!" your son sat next to you and rested his head on your arm. "i'm sorry if i made you mad, mom. i didn't mean to. and i swear i'll never say these words in front of you or anybody else." you sighed and caressed his reddish hair. "okay, you always keep your promises. and by the way, i really liked it. you're getting better at this." you smiled at him.

"i'm going to be like dad someday!" he cheered and you heard cliff's chuckle. "don't be like me, be yourself. and i know that you're going to become better than me. i have no doubt." he messed up his hair and then kissed his forehead. "i'm really proud of you. and i always will."

your son yawned and felt like he was going to sleep. he put the bass back in its place and went to his room. you stayed alone with your husband. he gave you a heartwarming smile. "what do you want to do now, sweetheart?"

you just snuggled at him and buried your face on his chest. "i just want to eat my fruid salad and after that i want to play piano together." he caressed your cheek with his thumb. "as you wish, love."

he took your hand in his and led you to the kitchen. after making you sit comfortably on the chair he went to the fridge and took what fruits and ingredients he was going to use for salad. he washed them and started to cut them into small pieces.

he then poured 1/4 cup of orange juice into a small bowl, added two tablespoons of honey and 1/8 teaspoon of salt, and mixed them all. then poured this mixture into the fruits and mixed them all again. after a couple of seconds he put the salad in front of you. "enjoy your meal." he smiled and sat in front of you.

you pouted. "aren't you gonna eat? starving isn't good, cliffy." he chuckled and shook his head. "i already ate with him while you were sleeping. i'm not starving, love." you shrugged. "i don't care, i want you to eat with me. feed me then yourself." you then closed your eyes and opened your mouth. he laughed at your behaviour and did as you told him.

"i saw a dream where four of us went to a beach. the weather was nice, nobody was there exce—" you paused when cliff reached the spoon to you. you swallowed and then continued. "except us. she was four years old. she got your pretty green eyes, and my hair colour. our son was making a sand castle with her. they were playing peacefully. you brought an acoustic guitar with you and started to play a song by... i don't remember actually, but it was a country song. and i was singing along with you."

he reached the spoon to you again. you swallowed and continued. "then we got sleepy, you laid on the sunbed and grabbed a book and i was lying on your chest. you were reading to me. and i felt like my eyes were going to shut. before i slept, the kids rushed and showed us pretty seashells they collected." he fed you again while smiling lovely at you.

"it sure is a lovely and peaceful dream. this is going to be real, after years. maybe even a better thing will happen." he squeezed your hand. after a couple of minutes, you two finished the salad and he took you to the piano. he helped you to sit and then sat next to you.

"what do you want to play?" you thought for a couple of seconds. “hm, let’s play goldberg variations. i want to feel nostalgic a little bit.” he smiled and nodded. you placed your fingers in the right places and started to play the song together.

three minutes later, you both finished the song. "do you feel tired?" he asked you and planted a kiss on your forehead. you shook your head. "no, how about if we go to the living room, you can practice while i draw on the couch?" he smiled. "sounds great, baby." he then stood up and carefully lifted you from the seat. you couldn't help but let out a laugh.

while he was carrying you, you felt a fluid was leaking out from you continuously. your eyes widen at the realization.

"cliff, call jan."

"hm, want her to babysit our son tonight?"

"no, i think my water just broke."

“… OH SHIT”

[tooti-fruiti]

THE GENTLE GIANT [CHAPTER TWO]

The First Challenge

You all were told to stand on top of a cliff in your swimsuits for you first challenge.

"Oh shit..." DJ said.

"Okay!" Chris said. "Today's challenge is three-fold. Your first task is to jump off this one thousand foot high cliff into the lake."

"Piece of cake." Bridgette said.

"If you look down, you will see two target areas. The wider area represents the part of the lake we have stocked with psychotic..." He paused for a second to laugh. "...man eating sharks!"

"Excuse me?" Leshawna said.

"Inside the area is a safe zone, that's your target area. Which we're pretty sure is shark free."

"For each member of your team that jumps and actually... survives will awarded a point. The team with the most points will win a helping hand for the next part of your challenge. Killer Bass, you're up first!"

"Oh...wow...so who wants to go first?" You asked.

Nobody volunteered.

"Hey don't sweat it guys!" Owen said. "I heard that these shows always make the interns do the stunt first to make sure it's survivable."

"So! Who's up?" Eva asked.

"Ladies first." Duncan said.

"Fine." Bridgette said. "I'll go. It's no big deal..."

Then she mumbled something to herself before jumping off.

You ran over to check if she made it and she landed in the safe zone.

"She did it! Yeah! Yeah! I'm up next!" Tyler said.

"COWABUNGA!" Tyler yelled as he ran off the cliff.

You all watched as he went down, before landing on a buoy.

He still made it in the safe zone however.

"Alright! I'm next!" Geoff said.

Then he jumped off too.

Then Eva and Duncan jumped too.

"Nuh uh, no way man. I'm not jumping." DJ said.

"Scared of heights?" Chris asked.

DJ nodded. "Yeah, ever since I was a kid."

"That's okay, big guy." Chris smiled.

"Unfortunately!" He said as he placed a chicken hat on DJ's head. "That also makes you a chicken, which means you'll have to wear this for the rest of the day!"

"Aww man, for real?"

Chris smirked and gestured for DJ to walk back down the hill.

As he did, you waved goodbye to him before turning to the cliff.

You took a deep breath and approached the edge of the cliff.

"You scared too, (Y/n)?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, I'm terrified." You said before pushing yourself to jump off.

You jumped off and screamed as you went down.

Before you knew it, you landed in the water and made it in the safe zone.

A boat came to pick you up and you sighed a breath of relief.

Everyone else who had already jumped, cheered for you.

As you approached the sand, you saw Ezekiel jump off as well.

He landed on a rock and spun into the water.

Everyone cheered for him as well.

Then Harold jumped off and landed on his dick.

"Ouch." Duncan said.

After a while of no one jumping, Katie and Sadie jumped off together.

"Wait, wasn't Katie on the other team?"

Bridgette shrugged.

Once they reached the sand, they ran up to everyone.

"Guys guess what?! Chris let us switch and now Katie's on our team!" Sadie said.

"Who'd she switch with?" Tyler asked.

"Izzy!"

"Wait, where's Courtney?" You asked.

"Oh, she didn't jump." Katie said.

"What about DJ?" Geoff asked.

"He didn't jump either." You said.

"Really? That's lame." Duncan said.

After a few minutes of no one jumping, Heather was suddenly thrown off the cliff.

Then some other people went too.

Until Justin went and he landed out of the safe zone.

Everyone gasped and some of his teammates started to panic.

Some sharks approached him and were about to eat him until they stopped.

Then suddenly, the sharks fell in love with him and helped him onto the shore.

Your teams gave each other looks of confusion.

Then more people went and the last person on top of the cliff was Owen.

You all stared at him in anticipation.

"How much you wanna bet he ends killing himself?" Duncan asked Geoff.

Suddenly, Owen yelled and jumped off the cliff.

When he landed in the water, it created such a huge splash that it knocked everyone over.

You and your team sat up as the Screaming Gophers started cheering.

"The Screaming Gophers win!" Chris cheered as he reached the beach on a four-wheeler.

"For the second part of the challenge, both teams will need to haul back crates full of supplies for the third and final task! And as their reward, the Screaming Gophers will get these carts, to haul back the crates with ease."

"Nice!" Trent said.

"Sucks to suck, Bass!" Chris said before zooming off.

"Well, we better to get to work." Courtney said as she, DJ, and Beth all came down from the cliff.

Everyone glared at her before choosing a crate to push back to the camp grounds.

As you were pushing, you noticed you were walking beside DJ and looked up to him.

"Wow you're really strong." You said.

DJ chuckled a little bit. "Thanks."

"Shut up! And pick up your crate!" Eva yelled at Courtney. "Chicken."

"Hey! You guys need me, I'm the only one who's an actual C.I.T."

You and DJ gave each other a look that said you didn't believe her.

Later, Courtney got bit by a bug, Tyler took a pee break, then Katie and Sadie also took a pee break and ended up quitting the challenge because they got poison ivy on their asses.

By the time you all got back to camp, you saw the other team was already half way done with building their bot tub and everyone basically gave up hope.

Geoff got on top of the crates and raised his arms. "'Kay. Dudes. It's not too late, we can do this!"

You looked over and saw Ezekiel picking his nose. "Ew!"

He quickly wiped off his finger on his pants. "What?"

"...that's really gross." Bridgette said.

"Okay look guys." Courtney said, standing up. "We have a hot tub to complete, and we need a project manager. Since I've actually BEEN a C.I.T. before, I'm electing myself."

"Any objections?"

"Where do we begin, Cyclops?" Duncan asked.

"Open the crates! (Y/n), go find those itchy girls, we need all the help we can get!"

You nodded and ran back to the beach to find Katie and Sadie.

You found them sitting in the water with their pants down.

"Has the itch gone?"

They shook their heads.

You sighed. "Look, we need your help to complete the challenge, if you help out I'll see if Chris can get you some anti-itch cream, okay?"

They nodded and pulled up their pants.

Then you three walked back to the campgrounds to see that the hot tubs were finished.

The Gophers' hot tub looked amazing, while yours did not.

Then Chris came out to inspect the hot tubs.

He checked the Gophers hot tub first.

"...This, is an AWESOME hot tub!"

The Gophers started cheering and your team waited nervously as Chris went over to your hot tub.

He poked at it a few times before water sprayed him in the face, then it completely fell apart.

"Well...I think we have a winner here."

He waited for a few seconds.

"The Screaming Gophers!"

They started to cheer and your team grumbled and groaned.

"Gophers! Your team is safe from elimination, AND you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer! Bonus!"

Then he turned to your team as the Screaming Gophers continued to cheer.

"Killer Bass, what can I say? Sucks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight."

•

During during, everyone was talking about who the team should vote off.

"So who are we gonna vote off?" Courtney said.

"Well I think it should the "C.I.T." or the Brickhouse here." Duncan said, pointing to Courtney and DJ.

"What?! Why?!"

"Because, if I'm not mistaken, you two are the only ones who didn't jump. And if we ever have to lift a truck, I like our odds with the big guy."

"I'm with Duncan." You said. "I think we should vote off Courtney."

You turned to her. "Not only did you not jump off, but it was under YOUR leadership that we couldn't build the hot tub. Plus, Duncan's right. DJ's useful."

She started to stutter. "Y-You guys need me! I-I'm the only one-"

"WE KNOW." Bridgette said. "You used to be a real C.I.T. So who would you pick?"

Courtney looked around before pointing at Tyler.

"What about him?"

"Hey, at least he jumped off the cliff, Chicken Wing."

"Shut up!"

Geoff got in between Duncan and Courtney.

"Okay everyone, chill out. This is getting way too heavy."

"I've had enough prison food for one day. I'm gonna go have a nap."

"Y-You can't do that! We haven't decided who's going yet!"

"Can and I will." Duncan said as he got up.

"Well, I just don't get why we lost ay? They're the ones that have more girls."

All the girls gasped at his comment.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette asked as you moved beside her.

"Yeah homeschool, enlighten us!" Eva said.

"Well, guys are much stronger and better at sports than girls are!"

"Excuse me?!" You asked.

"Oh snap! He did not just say that!" Geoff snickered.

"My dad told me to look out for the girls here, ay? And help 'em in case they can't keep up."

Eva grabbed his throat and held him in the air.

"Still think we need your help 'keeping up'?"

"N-Not...really." He gasped.

"Okay, guys." Geoff said as Eva dropped him. "Let's give him a break. I mean, at least he doesn't think guys are smarter than girls."

"But, they are?" He said.

Then Eva leaned over and punched Ezekiel in the nose.

"Woah! Girl, you probably just broke his nose!" DJ said.

"He deserved it." She growled.

All the girls nodded in unison.

•

As night began to set, you were sitting outside your cabin when DJ sat down next to you.

"Thanks for what you said back there."

You smiled. "Of course. I meant what I said too."

DJ opened his mouth to say something but he was interrupted by someone else.

"Hey guys." (Ex/n) said.

"You're on the other team, what do you want?" You glared at them.

"I just want to talk to you, that's all."

"Nope." You immediately stood up and walked inside your cabin.

•

Once everyone was at the bonfire, Chris started the elimination ceremony.

"Killer Bass. At regular camp, marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp, marshmallows represent life."

"You all cast your votes and made your decisions. There are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and get a marshmallows. Whoever does not receive a marshmallow, will immediately return to the dock of shame, catch the boat of losers, and leave the competition and the island. For good."

Then Chris started handing out the Marshmallows. "Geoff, Tyler, Katie, Sadie, Bridgette, Harold, DJ, (Y/n), Duncan."

The only people left, were Courtney and Ezekiel.

"Courtney, Ezekiel. This is the final marshmallow."

Chris didn't speak for a whole minute as Courtney and Ezekiel watched them in anticipation.

Until he finally help up the marshmallow.

"Courtney."

She sighed a breath of relief and ran over to get her marshmallow.

"Can't say I'm shocked dude, I saw you picking your nose. Not cool."

Ezekiel sighed and walked to the dock of shame.

"Thanks for not voting me guys." Courtney said.

"Uh huh." You said as you ate your marshmallow and walked back to your cabin.

•

Video Diary-Number 2-(Y/n)

"Courtney is lucky. If Ezekiel didn't say anything. I know she would have been voted off."

•

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

<-Chapter One

[saintyveningstar]

Overture to "A Midsummer Night's Dream", Op. 21: Allegro di molto

Cliff gets his little sister out of drug trouble with their parents

Cliff turns down the volume on his bass when he hears shouting coming from the living room. Like a child, he peeks his head out of his bedroom door to snoop. 

"Simone, a fourth of the alcohol is missing, and then this?! Explain this!" Their mother shouts, and Cliff is surprised. His little sister Simone has always been a goody two-shoes, as far as he could remember. 

A fourth of the Alcohol missing? He thought, What else did they find?

"Simone, answer your mother." Ray says, and Cliff has a feeling that whatever they found was bad. Of course, his mother didn't particularly like it, but they let him grow weed in the house and sell it out of his backpack — so whatever Simone had must've been horrible.

He heard his little sister's voice, "I-It's not mine."

"It was in your bathroom, Simone!"

"Mama ... I—" She's at a loss for words now, she doesn't know what to say.

Cliff decided he should intervene. And hey, It probably wasn't hers. Oh, and that alcohol missing? Yeah, that was him. What, he didn't think they'd actually notice.

He pulled the guitar strap over his head, and left his bass on the nearest flat surface he could find — which happened to be his cluttered desk. Whatever, he'd fuckin ... buff out the scratches later, he guesses.

He stalks into the living room, where Simone is standing sheepishly in front of their parents, crying. There was a little baggie of yellow, red, pink, and white pills. Then, there was another little baggie with white powder in it.

Holy shit.

"Oh shit, Ma, you found it! I've been looking everywhere for those!" He said.

"Mind your language, Cliff, c'mon." Ray said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Is that what all this is about, these pills?" He asked.

"So these are yours, then?" Jan asked.

"Yeah, you didn't know? You thought they were Simone's? C'mon, Ma."

"You said you wouldn't use marijuana as a gateway drug, Clifford. That's what we agreed."

"Mom, I have them with the intent to sell. My bass is coming out of the shop soon, which means I have to pay soon. Relax. Hey, maybe you should take one of these." Cliff said, matter of factly.

"Alright, boy." Ray said, "That's enough. Get your ... pills off the table. Take your sister with you."

Jan crossed her arms, practically turning her nose up. Cliff took the drugs off of the end table, looking his sister in her eyes and nodding towards the hallway. Simone followed him back to his room, and he closed the door behind them.

"Have a seat." He said, going over to his radio and turning the volume up. His parents didn't need to hear this conversation. Cliff sat down on the bed across from her, wiping his nose and sniffing. "Ya owe me, Simba."

Simone was still crying, wiping her eyes. "They really aren't mine, Cliff. I swear—"

"Hey, I believe you. You're going to make yourself faint if you don't calm down. Breathe, you're not in trouble anymore." He said. "Now, why do you have PCP ... and whatever this stuff is?" he held them up.

"My friend, Libby, her boyfriend is like a dealer, I guess, and he was going to get in trouble at school. We were on the bus, and she stuffed it in my backpack right before her stop. And I didn't know what to do, so I hid it in the bathroom." She looked up at Cliff, barely meeting his eyes. She expected him to be disappointed in her, but she only saw his heart breaking.

Cliff clicked his tongue,"Libby's not your friend, Simone." He said, softly. "She sees you as a scapegoat. You don't have to snitch or anything, but cut her out of your life. It's as simple as that. Did you take any?"

"No, never." She shook her head.

"Good, that's good. Cause then, I'd have to kick your ass."

Simone smiled and laughed, "But what are we gonna do with them? I can't just keep them."

"What, did you think I was kidding? Those repairs ain't gonna pay for themselves, Simba. These are my drugs now." Cliff chuckled.

"Seriously?"

"Hey, what do you say I give you 'bout .. mm, 20%. Can we call it a deal?"

Simone held out for hand for him to shake, smiling widely, and Cliff took it. Then, he pulled her into a hug. 

"Yeah, we can call it a deal."

[i-am-a-fraud]

Hi hello, I am sosisoso sorry to brother you. If its alright and not much work, may I request literally anything you want to write about Murderface. sososos sorry if this makes zero sense, im nervous

Omg your so sweet! Your not bothering me at all!!!!

I will do a random fic with many parts

Sound good?

William murderface fic

He thinks he's a hot shot

He knows he's not

But he still wants people to see him as more than a bass player and as William Murderface

Being a bass player is hard, you have talent but no one sees it or really trys to see it.

If you praise him on his bass playing skills he is about ready to marry you on the spot

If you Play bass too he will be more than happy to give you tips and help you out

Well I say that but because he is a dickhead he might call you a poser 💀

He probably thinks he knows what you like (for anything really) but he is wrong he just says you like whatever he likes. Not in a mean way but in a way that says he wants you bad fr fr

I think once you get past Mr. Motherfucker as I would call it he really is a good boyfriend. And he will do anything you ask of him

Rember when he said "put a Dimond bracelet around your /you know/ and say DIVE FOR IT" Yeah that's nothing what he is actually like.

He is actually really sweet and kind but he is kinda a asshole infront of others but not mean

If that makes sense

Definitely makes up harmful lies, like how much you do it or whatever but if you tell him to stop he will.

But he will brag about how great his partner is to EVERYONE EVERTHING AND ANYTHING

I am a firm believer that he doesn't cheat

He has some self control

Type of guy to say something like "if I cheat I will cut my nuts off" or something stupid like that

If you like metal music great if you don't? And fourse him to listen to Gewn Stefanie (idk if that's how you spell it)

Shit might hit the fan but he will learn to except it, you even might catch him listening to it alone!

He is head over heels for you his is all about you ALL THE TIME!

When he gets drunk

A: he will be more clingy and sweet infront of others

B: Not remember that he scored someone as cool and beautiful as you and flirt

If you remind him that you're his partner, he will be a mess and all teary-eyed. Or something. I don't know

I feel like it is a lie that he is tall its the boots he wears, I can't register in my brain that he us taller than Me.

I think he is like 5'5

You can ignore that if you want

Has an normal shoe size for a guy.

He does some "silly" shit

Like the time they all tried to suck their own thang a langs

Probably has tryed to do your hair and ended up ripping some out or making it worse and creating knots.

I am sorry this took so long and is so short, I wish I had a good excuse like I fell off a cliff or something, but I was just depressed.

I am also sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes

[chershire23]

My Special One

Chapter 7

(Slanted=na’vi

Warning this chapter contains mentians and description of the human female menstrual cycle as well as slight mentions of rape! Rape does not happen though and it never will there are just mentions!)

A few years later Riely Pov

A few years have passed since those humans have taken me to their “base” as they called it. I am now 10 (soon to be 11 in a few days) years old, Slywanin is 16 now and Neytiri is 14 and today is the day that Slywanin gets to complete her inkimaya and get her ikran. She left about two moons ago because getting to the ikran nest on foot takes a while. So today the whole family is going to fly there in order to watch her and then once she has tamed her Ikran we shall have a celebration that night. As everyone else prepares to head to the mountains I head over to bother my best friend Tsu’tey hes 16 as well. He already completed His Inkimaya and is now a warrior of the clan. The best warrior dad even says so.

As I walk the branches of the home tree I soon spot Tsu’tey sitting down sharpening his knife. He has his back turned to me making it easy for me to sneak up on him. I crouch low and slowly approach behind him as I get closer I can see his ears slightly twitch to the slightest of sounds even if it's just the wind. I try to creep closer but as soon as I'm behind his back he suddenly turns and grabs me and pins me to the bass of the branch. You really think you could sneak up on me Ma Riely? He chuckles as he tries not to fully put his weight on me. Get off of me you big lug your butt is crushing me! I yell up at him playfully. Hmm how about no. He says as he flops on top of me.

I groan as he puts his full weight on my body but soon I get used to the weight on my body. So are you coming with us to meet Slywanin at the Ikran nest? And if so can I ride with you? I ask him excitedly. He looks up at me, suddenly very serious and says. You know I would not miss not even the great mother will stop me from seeing one of my friends getting their Ikran. His gaze then turns soft and he smiles at me. The same applies to you as well ma Riely, and of course you can ride with me i would not have it any other way. He suddenly laughs as he then starts to poke my sides tickling me.

I start to laugh and quickly kick at his chest and squirm to get away while yelling for him to stop. As soon is i am away from him and his ways torture i get into a crouch position and hiss at him playfully. He hisses back as he stands. Now hurry back I can see your mother is waiting for you. He says in a happy tone as he points to where you can see my mother waiting for me on one of the higher branches. Oh one more thing before you go, he says as he catches my upper arm in his hand. You smell extremely sweet today. I don't know why but you do, so take it as a compliment. He leaves me at that as he then hurries to get his Ikran ready for the flight.

I hurriedly climb up to mom not bothering to take the spiral and as I reach the branch she is on she reaches down to help me up. You do know that if you had taken the spiral branches you would have been up here much sooner. She says to me as I get up on the branch. But where's the fun in that? I ask her as I make my way to our tent. As we kept walking I couldn't help but think about what Tsu’tey had said. I smell sweet? I didn’t think I smelled any different, but I do feel very sore today. For now though I think I will keep this to myself. It's my eldest sister's big day so I don't want to do anything that could potentially ruin it. So instead I opt to grab moms tail, giving it a yank as she yelps in surprise before chasing after me as I run ahead of her laughing.

(time skip)

As we fly closer to the Ikran nest in the mountains I can see my sister as our father leads her as well as some of the other young soon to be warriors, up the vines to get to the cliffs' edges. As I go to shout at her encouragement Tsu’tey covers my mouth. You don't want to break her concentration here, this is the most dangerous part of the climb. He reminds me as he pulls his head away. You know you're gonna suffocate me doing that one day your hand is like twice the size of my head. I sassed him. He just chuckles at me before saying, I will kill my self before I ever let you be hurt. Besides who will be there to annoy me all the time if not you. He finishes with a chuckle. 

Soon the students make it up to the Ikran nest Tsu’tey and my mom land the Ikran, I jump off and quickly run to father giving him a hug before I rush over to Sylwanin and latch onto her. I can't wait to fly with you sister. I tell her as we hold one another close. She lets me go as she says jokingly, and why would i fly with you baby sister after all i do not want to be on the receiving end of one of your stunts. I stick my tongue out at her for that and she tries to grab it but I move away before she can. Giggling we both hug each other once more before father quickly calls her over to join the rest of her fellow students. Soon after father tells them how to recognise their chosen Ikran he tells Sylwanin that she is to go first and with her head held high she steps into the nest and not long after an Ikran lunges at her and that is where the fun begins.

A couple of hours later all of the young warriors now had Ikrans of their own. Slywanin had a very beautiful female Ikran light blue as its base color and orange stripes and spots scattered across its body. I watch as she and her Ikran fly through the air as one as a bit of jealousy fills my heart. I don’t have a queue, so I doubt I will ever be able to have a connection with an Ikran or any animal for that matter. Sure, I can connect to the tree of souls but that is only because the roots reach out to me when I lay amongst them. But I won't let my jealousy get in the way of Slywanin’s joy, not today or any day. Mother as always notices me trying to hide being upset and comes over and lays a hand on my shoulder.

You will have your own Ikran one day, my daughter. She says as her hand rubs up and down my shoulders. I don't have a queue. How would I be able to get an Ikran mom? I ask her somewhat sarcastically. Besides ever since the sky people came i have been questioning who and what i am. I look down at my hands as I go to ask the very question that has been plaguing my mind. Am i Na’vi or am I…. a demon? I look up at mom as she then drops to her knees in front of me taking my ugly four fingered hands into her own. Never do I ever want to hear those words from your mouth ever again. You are my daughter and you are Na’vi. Eywa gave you to me for a reason you are one of us. She says as tears rise to the edges of her eyes.

Your mother is right, my little viper. I soon hear father say as he comes up behind me. The great mother blessed us with you that fateful night and we don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon. You are our daughter and if the great mother allows you to commune with her at the tree of souls then she shall allow you an Ikran. He tells me as he crouches down with me and mom enveloping us both in a hug. Dad then looks down at me and smiles. Now let us return home and celebrate the successes of today. I smile back up at them both giving them one last hug before I run to meet Tsu’tey next to his Ikran.

(Time skip)

Later that night we all gathered around the fire. Many people are singing songs, others telling stories and the little children of the village (little my non-existent tail almost all of the kids my age are taller than me by like two feet.) are running around the fire occasionally stepping on someone’s tail. Me and Tsu’tey sit with our families joking around, with me occasionally dragging Neytiri into it. Soon though the pain in my lower stomach i've been feeling all day increases so much i have to leave to see if I can find anything in moms medicine hut to make it stop. Mom asks me where i'm going and i just tell her i'm going on a small walk to clear my head not wanting to worry her or the others. 

As soon as I make it to the hut though the pain becomes unbearable and I soon collapse on the grounds holding my lower stomach. As I lay there in pain I soon feel something wet and thick trickle down my thighs and legs. I rub my hand against my leg and when I bring it back up my hand is covered in blood. My breath hitches in my throat and I start breathing hard and fast as if I could never breathe before. Soon a scream leaves my mouth, after that I start sobbing in fear. What is happening to me am, am I dying? I wipe my hands on the leg trying to get rid of the blood, but I only manage to smear the blood everywhere. This also causes me to panic more and while that happens mom, dad, Neytiri, Slywanin and Tsu’tey all run into the medicine hut. They look around for any danger only to find me sitting in a small but growing puddle of blood.

Mom screams out in horror as this happens and soon picks me up laying me on a mat and then ordering everyone to grab her herbs and remedies. Mom does everything in her power to try and make the bleeding stop but no matter what she does it just keeps coming. She's found out where it came from though and we are all terrified. She had to kick Tsu’tey and dad out because they keep stressing me out by continuously asking me who did it and who needs their queue chopped off even when I tell them nothing like that happened and I don’t know. After hours of nonstop bleeding mom gets desperate and soon takes me out of the hut and we head to where the Ikran rest, the rest of our family follow after us. Mom tells them they need to stay at home tree.

Mom mounts her Ikran with me in her arms. Mom, where are we going? I ask her in a desperate voice as we take off into the sky. To the one person who I believe and hope to Eywa can help you. She says and after a couple of hours of flying I soon see where she is taking us. To the sky people home. We land on the top of the sky people’s home and mom quickly jumps off her Ikran and rushes to the front of the place banging on the door with her fist. Soon it is opened and out steps Grace Augustine looking stressed and tired. As soon as she sees moms tear stained face and my bloody hands she becomes serious. Please, help her. Mom begs in english. 

Hurry inside, you can tell me what happened on the way to my lab. Grace exclaims. When we enter her lab is when mom finishes explaining what happened. Grace pauses mid steep and turns to mom. How old is she? Grace asks mom. She is eleven years of age. Mom answers her. Grace soon starts to chuckle and says. I should have seen this coming. She then continues to laugh. This is no laughing matter Grace Augustine my daughter. Mom says in anger. Grace quickly collects herself and says. She is not dying Mo’at she is simply going through what we humans call a period. All human women get one at the proper age of eleven through twelve years of age. This is the human female body's way of basically saying she is at the proper age to start carrying a child and because she is not pregnant right now the body is getting rid of the egg in her womb that didn’t get fertilized basically.

Mom heaves a huge sigh of relief even though she now looks slightly disturbed she trusts Grace's explanation. Grace then starts explaining more things to Mo’at in greater detail like how to help her daughter stay clean and healthy during her period and what pads and tampons are. Needless to say it's been a very long day for Mo’at and Riely and when they get home they are immediately bombarded by their family whom they have to explain what's going on to. Yet all's well that ends well i suppose. At least that's what they thought.

[mistydeyes]

Heey! I hope you're having a great day! <3 I saw the pairing thing and I wanted to try it 👉🏻👈🏻 It's my first time doing something like this and I'm soo excited 🥹

I have brown eyes and wavy-brown hair. Aand I have dimples. I smile/laugh all the time so my family and friends play with my cheeks. They say that my skin is soft.

I don't like crowded places. I'm shy and nervous around new people... I won't talk unless they talk with me 🥲 Also, I like making other people happy! I like to give them little things, or writing them letters. I remember every little detail they told me. Ah I almost forgot, I like to share songs with people. If the song reminds me of them, I'll send it! (A little addition: I even made a playlist for someone I secretly loved, but I was too shy to talk with him.. Then I deleted that playlist 😞)

My interests are simple.. Listening to music, reading books, playing video games... My favorite music genre is metal. I'm planning to learn how to play bass guitar 🎸 And for the book, I love detective novels. Also visiting places and taking photos, I forgot them!! Especially I LOVE taking photos of the sky, seeing all the blue sky with white clouds, it's just so beautiful ⛅️

I'm an environmental engineering student, so my future aspiration is improving myself in my major! I'm trying to attend all the webinars about environment and the issues about it. 🍀

I don't have a specific partner type. But trust is a must. If he loves me and makes me happy, I'm ready to give him all my heart ❤️ My previous relationships were bad, I've been cheated 🥲

That's all I guess? I hope I wrote clearly, and I'm sorry if I made mistakes, English is not my first language 😅

Have a great day/night!!! <33

Alejandro

a/n: Thank you anon! Don’t worry it all made perfect sense and I hope you enjoy :)

How you met: Right place, right time was your joke with Alejandro. That had been the case for when you first met. While on a spur of the moment trip to Mexico, you had hiked a cliff to watch the sunrise slowly rise above the horizon. You made it a little before the sky lightened and were relaxing on a bench. You held your knees to your chest as you saw the scarlet and tangerine colors dance in the sky. You loved traveling but you loved seeing the different sunsets even more. Something about the idea that everyone sees the same sunset and sunrise was comforting to you. As you found peace in the quiet, you heard someone approach you. “Buenos dias,” he said and you turned your head to see another hiker. He walked up the trail and pulled up his sunglasses to meet your eyes. He looked about as old as you, probably some other college student. You were a little flustered as you only new conversational Spanish and did not have the charisma of this guy. “Ah buenos dias,” you responded but not nearly as fluently as he had. “Ah so what are you doing here, traveler?” he asked and took a seat on the soft ground. “Just admiring the view,” you replied and looked out to the sky. “It is beautiful,” he agreed with you as you both watched night turn into day. Somehow during the hike down, you and the other hiker, Alejandro, became quick friends. The end of your trip culminated in exchanging numbers and calling constantly. Eventually after many months of friendship, you exchanged addresses to send letters while he was training in the Army.

A peek into your relationship: You were cozied with your boyfriend on the porch. You pulled the blanket tighter around you both as you watched the stars. Alejandro kissed your forehead as you laid on his chest. You could feel the cool late night air of Las Almas as you watched the constellations move and twinkle. “Mi corazon, do you think you could get me a sweater?” Alejandro asked you sweetly. You never understood why he always ran cold but you obliged. As you rummaged through his drawers, you found a small box with a picture of you and him on it. “Ale, what’s this,” you began to call out but let your voice fade out. As you looked, it was a box full of all the letters you wrote him over the years. He kept the ones you wrote him while he was training, ones that contained many song recommendations, and even the small piece of paper that had your number written on it. It made you so emotional seeing this, he really kept everything. Before you rushed out to show him, you noticed a small ring tucked at the bottom. On the inside of the gold medal was his handwriting which said, “Mi amor, mi vida.” When you returned to the porch, you didn’t tell Alejandro what you saw, knowing he would let you know when it was time.

hint hint, it was months later when he took you back to the fateful spot in Mexico and proposed on the cliff side <3

[starcloud-nova]

ooh for the writing ask game! 1, 7, 15, 25, and 40 please if you don't mind

hey catla!

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

BOTH. It's the default setting but also I care so much. I never bothered changing the font of the doc (+ some teachers accept Arial as MLA so I stuck with it) so now I'm sooo used to it and I'm obsessed with Arial. Love her.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Watching my idea be real... it's so fun. I just. I put my brain on the page, and then I get to show people. It's lovely. My brain is always coming up with new ideas but through writing I can see them in their best form.

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

I only annotate my own books and usually I do so when I specifically set out to annotate a book I love! Not all of my books are annotated, or even most of them... I never write stuff, usually just underline the Good Shit. I've got The Outsiders, part of That was Then, This is Now, and The Poet X annotated. Dog-earing ruins pages :( and reading in the bath... why. Wetness everywhere. No.

I will not judge you! Unless you do it to library books. Then no.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

I could either dump abt my OCs here (but I'm still drafting that ask!) or I could say...hmm... I don't really know actually! Usually when I write [fan]fic I just come up with an idea and write that specific universe. Not a longfic kinda person. But I will say for my still-in-the-pre-outline-stage ben!fic, Ben [TUA] is just such a wonder 2 me. There is so much about him I don't know yet, and writing in precanon lets me dabble in the kind of person he was before he died.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

I am actually poem starved I sent this same ask to Cassia because I know she's always got great ones. Let me try and find one you wouldn't have seen...

The World Has Need of You by Ellen Bass

I can hardly imagine it as I walk to the lighthouse, feeling the ancient prayer of my arms swinging in counterpoint to my feet. Here I am, suspended between the sidewalk and twilight, the sky dimming so fast it seems alive. What if you felt the invisible tug between you and everything? A boy on a bicycle rides by, his white shirt open, flaring behind him like wings. It’s a hard time to be human. We know too much and too little. Does the breeze need us? The cliffs? The gulls? If you’ve managed to do one good thing, the ocean doesn’t care. But when Newton’s apple fell toward the earth, the earth, ever so slightly, fell toward the apple as well.

There are some poems I have saved and I wonder why I saved them and then I read the last lines and I go oh that's why.

[iinksplat]

⋆˙⟡ MISC. bot masterlist

this is the masterlist for my miscellaneous bots (meaning i don't make bots from their source media enough to warrant getting their own category)! this post will contain names, subtitles, and the greetings :)

⋆˙⟡ main bot masterlist <- to see ALL of my bots!

expand this post to see the list!

ATTACK ON TITAN BOTS ⟡˙⋆

⟡˙⋆ ARMIN ARLERT

✩ ༺ ʚ𓆩⚔ in a band 𓆪ɞ ༻ ✩ greeting message: {{user}} and Armin are in a band together, and they just got finished performing a live show. Originally a small, underground group, they'd had their steady rise to the uppermost ranks in the charts and thus: bigger, better shows and bigger, better audiences. Thousands of people had been in the stadium tonight,

Armin was the lead singer, mostly in charge of writing the band's lyrics, and {{user}} was the bassist. They were both lounging backstage, talking happily about how the show—their biggest ever so far—went and waiting for their guitarist, Eren, and drummer, Jean, to get back from the performer-only snack bar a few rooms over. The two had all but tripped over themselves and each other to get to it, wrestling through the door and disappearing down the hallway seconds after learning of its existence. It really was a lovely venue.

“How do you feel about your performance, {{user}}?” He asked, smiling softly. {{user}} lounged back against the very squishy, cozy sofa in the green room, their bass across their lap because they still hadn't gathered the energy and motivation to get up off the wonderfully comfortable couch to put it into its case. "And you should probably fix those bloody fingertips," Armin tacked on, eyebrows creasing in concern as he took note of them.

⟡˙⋆ EREN YEAGER

✩ ༺ ʚ𓆩⚔ saved 𓆪ɞ ༻ ✩ greeting message: Eren Yeager had just needed… connection. A gentle voice of reason that earnestly fought to steer him away from the cliff's edge he seemed so intent on tripping off of. He'd needed someone to hold him in the cold of night, to whisper sweet nothings in his ear to scare away the dark, to brush their fingers through his hair when he wept.

He'd needed a home. Not wooden walls and a roof over his head—no, he'd needed to find home within a person. He'd needed a sternum to hide behind and ribs to burrow himself in. He'd needed a heart to invade, lungs to fill. Eren had needed someone, something, anything to keep him tethered to the life he had on Paradis. He would plunder through the hardships of love instead of pummeling the Earth beneath his twisted sense of justice.

{{user}} was trying their best to be that for him. So far? It was working, or at least it appeared that way. Eren no longer acted like a manic, depressed, esoteric flight-risk. Now he just seemed… mellowed out. Not quite as loud and hyper as he was when he was younger and certainly much less of a troublemaker, his wide, unabashed smiles smaller now. Instead of fierce and biting, they were softer. Gentler. Free.

He'd started a garden. He was truly no good at it, but {{user}} helped him. It only took up a small area of their home's property, tiny and nearly successful. Today, they caught him staring down at a small tomato sprout, that soft smile present on his lips.

"I can feel your eyes on me," Eren said quietly, looking over his shoulder and standing from his crouched position, dusting off his hands and knees as he made his way over.

TOILET-BOUND HANAKO-KUN BOT(S) ⟡˙⋆

⟡˙⋆ MITSUBA SOUSUKE

⋆⋅ 𖦹 you're the 8th wonder ˎˊ- greeting message: “Oi, dorkface.” Mitsuba called, moments before his balled fist made contact with the back of {{user}}'s head. {{user}} is the Eighth Wonder of Kamome Academy, and Mitsuba is the Third. Due to the similar way they both became Wonders, being tricked by Tsukasa, they became good friends quickly… despite what it seems like. Yes, Mitsuba is rough. No, he doesn't really know how to treat a friend. It's alright, {{user}} doesn't really mind. They know he cares, he just doesn't know how to really express it.

Today, they are meeting in the Hall of Mirrors—his realm.

BLACK BUTLER BOT(S) ⟡˙⋆

⟡˙⋆ GRELL SUTCLIFF

-ˋˏ✄ you're a new reaper ┈┈ greeting message: “Ugh!” Grell complained, throwing her hands up and leaning dangerously far back in her chair. “Why have they given me so much paperwork!” Her heels clacked loudly on the wood as she propped her feet up on it, crossing her legs at the ankles.

Her voice rang out across the room, though the few desks that shared the space with her ignored her, quite familiar with her antics. She'd do something to bend or twist or entirely break the rules, and one William T. Spears would punish her with this. Slogging away at a desk she hated sitting at, a stack of paperwork needing to be done beside her that never seemed to grow smaller.

It certainly drew {{user}}'s attention, recently deceased by their own hand and now a new… colleague of Grell’s. Their desk was across from hers, and her large gestures have scattered some of her papers onto their desk.

A heavy sigh escaped her painted lips, blowing a raspberry at the tail end of it. "This is entirely dreadful. Torture." Her head dropped back like she'd let her neck completely relax. "I miss Bassy, and my chainsaw, goodness!" There was a loud bang! as she took her feet off the desk, her chair hitting the floor when it snapped upright. "My chainsaw," she cried. "How I miss i— oh?" Emerald green eyes landed on {{user}}. "Well what do we have here? Hello, darling! Who are you? Why haven't I seen your just adorable face around this dreary place before?"

MY HERO ACADEMIA BOT(S) ⟡˙⋆

⟡˙⋆ TOGARU KAMAKIRI

₊˚ʚ ᗢ hi, handsome [req] ₊˚✧ ﾟ. greeting message: Growing up a heteromorph meant growing up insecure.

His whole life he’d been stared at or, on some severe occasions, even bullied.

Once he got to UA, nobody ever really commented on it anymore. The stares lessened but didn’t fully cease—and he could live with that, honest. He’d stifled that deeply rooted insecurity beneath layers of fierce competitiveness and hot-blooded aggression. Still, he remained polite and in decent standing with his classmates—but nothing more. A few not-so-close friends. Insecurity still lingering.

Until they walked in. {{user}}.

A new transfer student being upgraded into Class 1B after being put into General Studies. He tensed in his seat, awaiting the inevitable. It was like he watched it happen in slow motion.

Nervous eyes scanned the class, before widening when they settled on Togaru. But they didn’t widen in disgust, no, not at all. Rather, curiosity and enthusiasm. {{user}} took up the free seat next to him with what seemed very near to excitement. But that’s odd, completely odd, because nobody could possibly be interested in him. Not with the… with the more scary aspects of his appearance.

Not like this, someone who was practically buzzing in their seat waiting for their chance to talk to him.

⋆˙⟡ updated: 2/22/25 || see also: masterlist, SPN masterlist, DN/BSD masterlist

[theofficefantasyfootball]

WEEK 1 - Wrap Up

It's Week One - RELAX

That's what I am telling myself...there are so many weeks left in the season - we just got started...it's week 1, so just relax and remember how long the season is. I am sure if I had won I would be singing a different tune and I am man enough to admit that. Basically I just want everyone to stay engaged and don't give up after week 1, so much can happen. Also if this weeks wrap up seems a bit scattered compared to years past - It's not that I don't care I just had a busy day and had to put this together quickly. But, here we go!

WHAM BAM THANK YOU LAMB vs MOOSES ON THE LOOSES

Guys...I know you are all worried about me...and yes, my mind is blown that I lost in week 1 but it was all my fault. I did this. I don't expect people to be paying attention to what I did - but I owe it to you to explain....I had Tee Higgins set at WR's and all my backups played earlier in the week so when Higgins went Inactive - I had to figure something out. I figured everyone was going to be playing their top QB so I would quietly drop Baker Mayfield and pick him back up later in the week...well, that didn't work. Mitch grabbed him and played him against me and of course Baker put up 37 fantasy points. Mitch also had a great week from Chargers D, Stevenson and Bass...so even with a normal QB performance he probably would have won but, I have to admit to my failures! Rookie Week 1 mistake...it won't happen again. Congrats Mitch!

HOWARD vs LONG LEFT BALLERS

Once a champion, always a champion. Rob Howard coming off of his epic season last year comes out hot in week 1. Even with his WR being detained (Tyreek Hill) he didn't let if phase him and put up 24. Meanwhile Bebo had glimpses of hope with AJ Brown and Cupp but devastating performances from Burrow, White and Travis Swift - I mean Kelce. Guys, I just don't know what to do if Howard wins a 5th championship...can we all come together and stop the steal? Let's GO!

TREE HUGGERS vs TRADE WITH ME

Hey, I've seen this one before...#1 draft pick guy, picks the best RB in the world (CMC) but the RB doesn't play in week 1 due to injury but it doesn't matter cause he still wins with 131 points without the star of the league even playing. And who loses you ask? The guy who didn't bother to come to the draft at all. The guy who put up the least points of the week. So Brett takes the 1st high point win of the year ($20). Congrats!

LANAKILA vs MR AWESOME

Well, actually...not awesome. Mr Awesome by name alone sets the standard pretty high...and don't get me wrong he scored more points than I did in week 1 and I had an A+ draft rating...but when your defense (Bears) is the highest score you have you are going to lose. Now, Cliff on the other hand came to play! Starting Anthony Richardson and watching him put up 30 points was brilliant. Having Barkley go off to show he loves his new home in Philly was something to watch. 17 points from a kicker (Fairbaim)...now that's Awesome. Sorry Gabe...there is always next week...congrats to Cliff on a great week.

BOOMER SOONER vs TUA NACUA MATATA

It was so good to have Kyle at the draft this year. When you all left - he picked his new name - which was an epic choice of a name Tua Nacua Matata...great name. He said to me "I don't see how I lose this year with this team"...well he lost in week 1 to Stu Jones. He also lost Puka Nacua for at least 4 weeks and let's be honest - will he ever really be the same after an injury like that? So, good job to Stu for putting up less than 100 points and grabbing a win, but what will become of Kyle. Will he need to change his name again? Tune in to find out. Congrats to Stu Jones...1-0.

FUNK GUY vs TuPADRE

I'm so confused. Gully against Dana in the "it's close battle". Gully with Aiyuk still to play on MNF - but Aiyuk doesn't do anything to make it interesting? I thought he got a big $ contract and was going to be the man? Dana had a huge start to the weekend when Lamar put up 32 points. He had 2 solid performances from him RB's...oh and his Defense I thought was going to get the 10 point bonus for a shut out....so hear me out...he did great. But, I just thought from the draft that Gullahorn was going to be a threat this year...I guess not. Is he the new Mitch? Is he who I make fun of all year? If he wins next week I will pull back if he loses to Bebo I will have no choice but to ramp it up. It's in your court Gully. Nice win Dana.

SURVIVOR

What a week...all of you (except me, stu and Gabe) are out! Bengals disaster. What a year! I might just win this thing!

CHEERLEADER OF THE WEEK

This year we are going to honor the cheerleaders of the Dallas Cowboys. No backstory...no names just a tribute to what the Dallas Cowboys have given to us by setting a very high standard of excellence. I think it's the best idea since Minka Kelly.

[c-40]

A-T-3 248 Cologne's Stollwerck Collectives

These recordings all come out of Cologne's Stollwerck complex '[a] the disused Stollwerck chocolate factory in the inner city of Cologne became the site of one of the most spectacular squatting actions in West Germany. Hundreds of predominantly young people protested against the city's plans to tear down the industrial buildings and instead demanded the existing buildings be converted as a do-it-yourself project by the squatters themselves and other activist groups. The occupation of Stollwerck was the climax of a conflict over the question of how to cope with deindustrialization and transform Cologne into a post-industrial city.' (Haumann)

The Stollwerck building is now a community centre with artists studios and a theatre. Unfortunately I can only find articles in German about it and other than a few phases ("mein vater ist krank") I can't read German

Back to 1983. You could do a Rock Family Tree about these players. Dunkelziffer is born out of the Phantom Band who were formed by Can drummer Jaki Liebzeit and ex-Can bass player Rosko Gee. I'm going to share a track of Dominik Von Senger's debut solo album, Von Senger was guitarist for the Phantom band and Dunkelziffer. I'm also sharing a track by The Unknown Cases, both members of The Unknown Cases were in Dunkelziffer with Helmut Zerlett also playing keyboards for the Phantom Band and the slightly earlier Food Band. Matthias Keul from the Food Band also joined Dunkelziffer, so as you can see Dunkelziffer was a loose collective based around members of Can, the Phantom Band, the Food Band, and I think it had a bit of an open door policy for anyone else who wanted to join in. Other members of Can join Dunkelziffer, Ghanaian percussionist Rebop Kwaku Baah, and Damo Suzuki joins Dunkelziffer for their second album 1984's In The Night and members of Dunkelziffer would become the Damo Suzuki Band

The track that really blows me away out of everything that's released by these guys in 1983 is Masimba Bele by The Unknown Cases. The core members of The Unknown Cases were Helmut Zerlett and Stefan Krachten, at the time in 1983 Rebop Kwaku Baah is also credited as a member. Dominik Von Senger also plays on their debut single as well as fellow Dunkelziffer members Olek Gelba, Reiner Linke, and Wolfgang Schubert (amongst others)

Masimba Bele gets reissued and updated a lot over the years

Dominik Von Senger releases his solo album The First in 1983. The line-up playing on Dominik Von Senge's debut would be pretty much identical to The Unknown Cases above but Rebop Kwaku Baah is sadly missing because he died on a cerebral hemorrhage during a performance on tour with Jimmy Cliff in January 1983

Rosko Gee plays bass and produces The First and Phantom Band vocalist Sheldon Ancel also performs on the album

Dominik Von Senger - No Name this is the original from The First. No Name is updated and released by Golf Channel in 2009

Dominik Von Senger - Serial No. The First is a decent album

Colours And Soul is the name of Dunkelziffer's debut full length which follows their debut ep in 1982. It's much looser and lighter than the other tracks you'll find in this post. The title track is ace, it has a brilliant animated video too, in addition to being on the album it's also on Dunkelziffer's second single Don't Ask Me - which includes a 'special version' of Don't Ask Me which sounds nice played at 33

Dunkelziffer - Colours And Soul Emotional Rescue put out a Dunkelziffer retrospective in three parts in 2013

Zahara was ex-Can and Dunkelziffer members Rosko Gee and Rebop Kwaku Baah. The two of them had both been in Traffic with Steve Winwood. Guyanese-born drummer Richard Bailey was on drums, he'd been drummer for brit bands such as Gonzales and soul jazz bands The Breakfast Club and Incognito, his elder brother is Robert Bailey of Osibisa. The final member of Zahara was American musician Paul Delph who at the time was singer/keyboardist for Zoo Drive that backed loads of acts like Toni Basil (Hey Mickey) and The Weather Girls (It's Raining Men)

Zahara - Valeska

[earthfire-75]

You Send Me Flying

(Author’s notes: written with @nature-and-music, beta’ed by @lady-jane-revisited. Warnings: language, smut will come later)

I don't want to make a habit of this

But seeing you is like getting a fix

Every time I kid myself; I'll never do it again

Definition of love on a cliff

A lemming has no alternative

I want to die in your arms

That's my suicide wish

Chapter One:

I’m at a party with Vince where he’s playing with his band, Rock Candy. We had gone to school together, along with Tommy, who we hadn’t seen or heard from since graduation. That’s about to change.

I’m talking with some of the guests around me when the singer’s set is over and start to excuse myself so I can join him at the bar. I’m getting better about being more social, but sometimes it’s still a little overwhelming. The next thing I hear is a familiar voice greeting Vince. I turn around just in time to see him hugging Tommy. When they pull away, I jump up to hug the other man in a bear hug.

“Tommy! I’ve missed you!” then I smack his shoulder, hard. “Where the hell have you been?!”

“Ow,” Tommy whined, rubbing his shoulder. “Trying to start a band, man! Damn, you hit hard!” His eyes light up and he pulls a tape out of his jacket pocket. “That reminds me! Vince, we still need a singer,” Tommy says, handing the tape over. “Give it a listen, will ya?”

Vince hesitantly takes the tape, asking who else is in the band. Tommy happily points out the other two who came with him. I lean toward Tommy, getting a better look. Both men are cute, but I have a weak spot for blue eyes.

“Who’s the short one?” I ask.

“Dude, no way!” Tommy laughs. “He’s like… old!”

“He doesn’t look that old! Plus, you know I have a thing for blue eyes.” I whispered that last part so only Tommy and Vince could hear. I look over at them again and I see him looking at me with a raised eyebrow. Had he heard us anyway?

“Gross,” Tommy mutters before turning his attention back to Vince. “Just give the tape a listen, man. There’s a number on it where you can reach us.”

“Yeah, alright, I’ll listen to it tonight.”

After a quick goodbye, I couldn’t help myself, watching the “old man” walk away. Vince laughs beside me. “You finally found someone you’re willing to give it up for?”

“Shut up, Blondie!”

About a week later, after convincing Vince to actually listen to the tape, we went to audition. Well, he did, I went for moral support. His girlfriend came too, who acted like a bitch from the moment we got there. She completely ignores Nikki’s greeting and then just stands there looking at them, half in disgust. I shake the bassist's hand in formal greeting, as does Vince.

“Nikki Sixx,” he addresses with a wide smile, then pointing to the “old man” as he plugged in his guitar. “That’s Mick Mars right there.”

He nodded his head as he adjusted his guitar strap comfortably upon his shoulder. I gave him a little smile, but his focus was on his instrument, something that I could understand.

Nikki tapped on my shoulder, “There’s some beer in the fridge if you want some.”

I thanked him and as I headed towards the kitchen, I couldn’t help but overhear Vince asking what was the matter to his girlfriend. Her response was something along the lines of making sure that the rest of the guys were good enough to play with him. The silence in the apartment was so prevalent that one could hear a pin drop after such a remark. I rolled my eyes as I cracked open the bottle cap, making my way back to the living room. The first strum of Mick’s guitar made my heart stop for a split second, the same feeling intensified when Tommy and Nikki played along as well. The vocals from Vince that came in seconds later really boosted their sound. I rested my back against the wall as I heard them play. However things came to halt when Vince’s girl told them to stop, commenting that their music was “too heavy.”

“Hey, how about giving him an actual chance?!” I asked a little more angrily than I intended. Then I turned to Vince. “You got this.”

The boys talked amongst themselves about changing up the tuning and tempo, Nikki recommending to Vince about where he could really push it vocally. Next thing we knew, the four of them practically created an earthquake, their little session could have brought the roof down! We were shocked and amazed at how incredible they sounded. It was heavy and just the right amount of aggressive. I clapped after they completed their song and exclaimed that they sounded amazing!

Tommy was ecstatic as he stood up and gave Vince a high five, “Fuck yeah dude! You sound amazing!”

Nikki appeared as if the wheels in his head were turning, reflecting on what just occurred in the last few minutes, meanwhile Mick simply stood there as if nothing happened. Tommy ran to the fridge to grab everyone a celebratory drink.

Nikki groaned, “Dude, come on, we need to save those for later-”

Tommy ignored his unfinished remark as he passed the bottles around, “That was crazy, Vince you sounded awesome! And Mick, holy shit, I’ve never heard guitar playing like that before!”

Mick shrugged as he took a gulp of his drink, “Whatever, come on we have more to work on.” He kept his head down and strummed the strings, although I could see a little smile pulling at his lips. “Alright, what’s next Nikki?”

The bassist turned to the band and so they played another tune, this time even louder and heavier than the previous one. The banging from the annoyed neighbors downstairs could barely be heard, although I could definitely feel the pounding from below my feet. I couldn’t help but get lost in their sound as I watched them, especially the way Mick’s fingers would manipulate and pull at the strings. If I didn’t know any better, I could have sworn that he looked at me for a brief second. Regardless of what I thought I saw, the musicians played one more song, one that was a little slower, yet still could pack a punch musically and lyrically. Tommy would perform a little trick where he would twirl his drum sticks when the timing seemed right, Nikki would put his best foot forward as he plucked the strings of his bass, Vince would proceed to move his body the way a snake slithers across the grass, and Mick had loosened up a bit himself. The guitarist would lean forward, pointing the neck of his instrument away from him and mimicking a shooting- like motion.

Now it was time for a break, they all congregated in the kitchen and helped themselves to another round of drinks. Even Vince’s girlfriend was more or less slowly warming up to the rest of the band. Although I could see from the looks on Nikki’s and Mick’s faces that they weren’t the least bit interested in her being around them with the attitude she gave them earlier. Mick looked over to me and I could see that little smirk again, but he actually kept it this time.

“So what do you think? About the music?” he asked.

I smiled, “You guys sounded amazing. I’ve never heard anything like it before. I don’t even think the punk music scene sounds this hard.”

Nikki interjected, “Yeah, well that’s them, not us.”

“Is that your best attempt at a ‘thank you’ Nikki?” I pondered with a chuckle.

“Shut up,” he responded with a chortle.

Vince’s girlfriend took her man by the arm, “Vince, can you step outside for a second? I want to talk to you.”

The poor man had no choice but to follow, giving us a nod and to let us know that he’d be back shortly. Once she was out of sight, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

“Hate to be him,” Nikki mentioned, causing Tommy to snicker. He turned to me, “Listen, we got to practice a bit more, but you're welcome to stay if you want to.”

I smiled and nodded, “Cool man, yeah I’d like that.”

Tommy sat up on the countertop, dangling his long legs as he took another swig, “Cool! So where are we gonna play first? I hope it’s not gonna be a bunch of pool parties or gyms.”

I rested against the fridge, “I think you guys need a name first, Tommy.”

“We’re gonna work on that tonight, as soon as Vince gets his ass back here,” Nikki noted. “And hey, when we get our first gig, you can come too. But the bitch ain’t coming.”

We could all wholeheartedly agree on that matter.

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