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gingernut1314 · 9 months ago

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Songbird Pt. 9

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: Buggy pulls you from your girl's night only for you to find your captain's emotions running wild.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut (drunk sex, misuse of Devil Fruit powers, oral f.receiving, slight restriction, p in v, biting), use of Y/N

Word Count: 6.0K

A/N: Heyyyyy guys!! Back with some of the main story!! Sorry it took....a while 😬. I hope you all enjoy!!! 🩷🩷🩷

Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes

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Girls night.

You hadn’t had a proper girl’s night since you were very little with your mom. Those nights where it was just the two of you played a card game together whenever she had a day off from work, which had been far and few in between.

You had no siblings to account for and, though Nami had been a good friend, she had been too worried about Arlong and her family to truly be able to relax and have fun. Understandably so.

So when Esmeralda and the other girls aboard the Big Top told you of their tradition, which took place whenever they made dock and the boys went to some crummy bar to drink, you were ecstatic.

You helped them gather supplies of cheeses, meats, grapes, and copious amounts of alcohol and you all huddled together in your shared quarters, gramophone playing the latest songs Esmeralda had collected that day.

So far, Emi had shown off her sword-swallowing skills, Seqii and her Aerial Ensemble had done shots standing upside down in a pyramid, you had sung three silly drinking shanties, and Esmeralda had cried about her horse-turned-cat food.

You now sat in a circle on the ground, shoving the remaining meats and cheeses into your faces, talking about anything and everything that happened within the varying relationships amongst the crew.

“Cabaji made me scrub the deck two times. Two!” Seqii complained, her drink sloshing around dangerously in her cup as she turned towards Emi, who was equally as off-balanced as her friend. “Can’t you swallow his sword, Emi? Make him loosen up a bit.”

“I swallow his sword every godsdamn night and --hic-- he still makes me re-tie lines even though they were perfect--hic--before.” Emi hiccupped, downing the rest of her drink. “Just how the guy is. Commanding. Just how --hic-- I like ‘em.” Seqii gave a dramatic roll of her eyes, loudly disagreeing with that statement.

“What about nice? Gentle?” Esmeralda slurred horrendously from where she sat next to you, one arm looped through yours while her other hugged the skittish contortionist, whose head lay in her lap. Emi and Seqii both booed her, making the ex-equestrian huff.

“The difference between you and --hic-- the rest of us is you like like Mohji.” Emi hiccuped, spurring Esmeralda to pull from your hold, flabbergasted.

“He’s nice to me and he loves me. Sorrrryyyy.” She all but shouted, making Emi and Seqii laugh like a pack of hyenas. Esmeralda snatched the bottle of wine Seqii had just picked up in something like payment and the aerial performer let her with a wide grin. “I’m not the only one who like likes who we are with. Y/N like, likes the Captain.”

Your own laughter was cut short as your heart nearly stopped in your chest. All eyes around the room snapped to you to see if what Esmeralda said was true.

That warm, fluttery feeling rushed around in your chest at the mention of your captain. A feeling you had been struggling to get back under wraps, but nothing you did ever could lessen the happy feeling.

The thought of his smile had that feeling soaring. The thought of his sea-glass eyes and his bad jokes and the gifts he would shower upon you--

You gave an elongated, scoffing pfftt with a dismissive arching motion of your hand…and then another and another.

“Shit. She more than like likes him.” Seqii said, her grin turning shit-eating.

“I like no man. Men are gross. Ew.” You hissed, wobbling a bit as Esmeralda all but crashed into you on her way to flop on her back.

“Ughhhh--you’re in denial.” Seqii continued, grabbing the wine bottle back from Esmeralda before she could spill it all over the floor.

“It’s no --hic--fun.” Emi popcorned in, snagging the bottle from her friend and taking a long swing.

“You know what is fun?” Seqii asked, fixing you with a mischievous smirk. “Telling us about how good in bed he is.” You felt your face flush at the statement, a few girls giggling and gasping around the room. Others egged you on, all but begging you to tell them.

“That’s priv--” You started, only to be cut off by Esmeralda popping back up with a near-matching mischievous grin.

“How big is he?” Your mouth fell open at her bluntness, but the woman only laughed away like it was no big deal. “Tell me when to stop, okay!” She said excitedly, placing her hands together before gradually pulling them apart. “Tell me when to stop--tell--there's no way--Y/N! Tell me when to stop!”

“I’m not--” Again, you were cut off by a loud burp from Seqii who had regained the wine bottle back from Emi.

“Who cares --hic-- how big he is. I need to know if his dick can --hic-- chop off like the rest of his body.” Emi hiccuped, her question earning a collective eagerness to know from the gathered group.

“Pleaseeee!” Esmeralda begged, latching onto your arm and shaking you. “I’ve told everyone about me and Mohji--”

“You and Mohji’s sex life is vanilla.” Emi started, making Esmeralda gasp.

“It is not vanil--”

“I want the juicy --hic-- details. Tell us, come on!” Emi finished, everyone quieting down again to watch you, waiting for any snippet you might give up.

You thought about it for a second. Thoughts that were fogged and blurred from all the drinks you’d had. Loose thoughts that had you thinking of all the dirty things Buggy did to you and you did to him.

Had his dick ever detached during your escapades?

“I don’t know.” You slurred on a shrug, earning a collective groan from the group. “I’ll ask geezzzz. But Buggy does this thing where he detaches his--” A loud thump sounded at the door, cutting off your story and earning yet another groan from a few of the girls.

Another thump sounded and you thought it reminded you of a body getting slammed into a wall. A body that kept fumbling back a bit before attempting to knock once more.

“Shit--the fucking boys are back,” Seqii grumbled as another thump sounded through the room. She grumbled some more as she stood, wobbly navigating her way through the collection of bodies sprawled over the floor. The door was flung open, letting in a chilled breeze that rose goosebumps to your skin.

Standing there, looking just as drunk and disheveled as the rest of the group, was Buggy in all his Buggy glory. His make-up smeared over his skin, his smile wide and bright, and his hat sitting a-skewed on his head, hanging on by some miracle.

“Captian Buggy!” The girls all cheered at his appearance. Buggy grinned widely as he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Girls! My loyal crew!” He cheered right back, pulling his hands from his pockets and into the air, wiggling his fingers in his excitement as confetti in a rainbow of color rained down onto the floor. You giggled with Esmeralda as more cheering filled the room.

“How’s your night going? Hope I’m not interpreting.” He said, a few of his words coming out elongated and awkward, but no one truly seemed to notice or care because you were all giggling, wobbling, drunk messes.

“You could never --hic-- interpret captain! Come in!” Emi said, her tone shifting the slightest bit to be more kind towards her captain. “Y/N was just telling us--” You shot her a warning glare that only seemed to amuse her. “How much she likes it here!”

“Oh was she? Heh. Good.” He said, stumbling into the room, Seqii shutting the door behind him. Those green-blue eyes found you and filled with that softness you had spotted here and there in them. A look that spoke to the same feeling thrashing about in your chest, wishing to meet it.

“Baby--ugh I mean Songbird--Y/N,” He finally got out. You’re name felt strange spilling from his lips, but you loved it just as you did hearing the nicknames he conquered up for you.

A few girls around the room gave giddy little laughs at the nicknames, which you shot them their own warning glares for.

“I always love to hear feedback from the crew. ‘Specially from you newbies. Helps me know what’s workin’ and what’s-” he gave a little burp in the back of his throat as he came to a wobbly stop next to you. “-what’s not.” He stammered on, waving his hands around as if to emphasize what he was saying, confetti that had stuck to his gloved hands falling into your crossed lap.

You huffed with a roll of your eyes as you pulled yourself up, bumping into his leg as your wonky vision threw you off balance. Strong, gloved hands grabbed you under your arms and helped hoist you up, making your face burn.

“Are the others back?” Esmeralda asked hopefully, sitting herself right-side up.

“Only lil ol’ me. Sorry, Es.” Buggy said, a hand falling away from your body only for the last to stay glued to your back. You leaned into his touch, loving the feel of his warmth, a warmth strong enough to seep through the white fabric of his glove and your shirt.

“Captian, before you drag our glorious singing songbird off, could we hear one more song?” Emi asked, raising the last wine bottle. “We still have this whole bottle left,”

“Sure. No skin off my nose.” Buggy said, turning to look your way with a shrug.

The room went deadly quiet at his words.

Breaths were held and prayers were muttered.

They were words that, under any circumstance would have gotten someone mamined--killed.

But as he looked at you, all that flashed in his eyes was that softness which had never once left them since his arrival. He looked--at ease, almost.

It was probably just all the alcohol he had drank that night.

Probably all the alcohol you had been drinking, making you see things.

“Heh. Nose.” He said, bopping your nose. You watched his grin grow wider--a grin that sparked your own to cross your lips. “Sing the one ‘bout that bottle of rum that’s hard to open.”

“Aye, aye Captain.” You said, giving him a little salute, which he wobbly gave back.

You instructed everyone who wished to participate to form a circle, snatching the bottle of wine from Seqii before you hopped into the middle, starting the fun and upbeat shanty about a crew of pirates who find a mysterious bottle of rum floating in the sea. A bottle whose cork was too tough for the captain to open, so it was passed around and around the crew, trying desperately to find someone who could open it.

Once the first verse was sung, setting the disastrous scene for your own crew, you passed the wine bottle to Buggy as you began singing the chorus. A chorus that spurred your captain to pass it to Emi who passed it to Esmeralda and around and around the circle of the bottle went. You followed it, skipping and hopping and dancing away as your crew joined you in singing the chorus.

You froze as the chorus ended, the bottle landing in Buggy’s hands on a last pass from Seqii. He winked your way, making your mouth run dry as he raised the bottle to his painted lips.

You almost forgot all about the silly little song you were singing as you watched him, but found the will in your foggy brain to sing the second verse. Buggy chugged and chugged, his throat working with each swallow of the liquid. It had your alcohol-flushed body burning up that much more.

The girls gave another round of cheers as Buggy detached his head and hands so that the rest of his body could do a twirling dance to the music you provided.

When the verse came to an end, his head and hands popped back into place and he quickly passed it to Emi who passed it to Esmeralda and so on and so on as you sang the chorus once more.

Several verses later, the bottle ran dry with a hiccupping hoot of triumph from Emi, who held the bottle high as you finished the song.

You gave a flashy bow as the girls and your captain cheered for you, blowing kisses here and there around the circle. Buggy detached a hand to pretend to catch one high up, holding it carefully in his palm as he put it in his coat pocket.

“Thank you, thank you! I’ll see you all bright and early tomorrow morning!” A groan spilled from a few of the girl's lips at the thought of what tomorrow held in store for them. Mainly; all the chores to be done that Cabaji, no matter how hungover, was sure to have to get done.

You looped your arm through Buggy’s and let him lead you out of the room, which you took one more look over your shoulder to look at your friends in their varying states of drunkenness.

“Ask him!” Emi mouthed your way as Seqii did the simple magic trick where one pretended like they were pulling their thumb from its joint…but she had positioned her hands at her crotch with a grin so wide it almost spilled off her cheeks.

You shook your head at their silliness and persistence to know of your private endeavors…but it had piqued your interest if not in the slightest.

The hall was chilled compared to the body-filled room you had both just been in, which erupted in more laughter as you shut the door behind you. A chill that Buggy’s body, instantly wrapped around yours, shielded you from.

He placed a big old, smacking, wet kiss on your cheek, making your heart flutter like some caged butterfly.

“That was so fucking sexy, songbird.” He said, words still coming out warped from all the alcohol he had drank against your temple.

“Oh yeah? You liked my little jig?” You murmured back, turning your face to steal a glance at those eyes you couldn’t look in long enough.

“Hell yeah. Got me all hot and bothered.” His lips kissed your temple, then your cheek, before latching them onto your neck. You hooked your fingers over the back of his neck and pulled him in closer, savoring the tingling sensations that shot over your skin at his sloppy affections

“Should I do another one?” In hardly the blink of an eye, Buggy grabbed hold of your hand and in a quick, sharp movement that had you wobbly all over again, spun you around and away from him.

“Please do another one.” He begged, eyes eating up your body as you fought to regain your steady footing.

“Aye, aye captain.” You laughed before starting to sing an upbeat shanty as you spun and moved your body to the phantom beat down the hall and around the corner towards the stairs. Buggy followed after you, joining you in song and grabbing hold of your hands here and there to give you a little spin.

When the song came to a close, Buggy gave a loud hoot that echoed back at him and mixed with your laughter. He was quick to scoop you up into his arms, lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss that had your alcohol-fuzzed brain going near blank.

“Sing again for me, songbird.” He asked against your lips. You kissed him again before pulling away, Buggy giving a little whine to let you know you had pulled away all too quickly. “Did you eat dinner?” Buggy rolled his eyes, his arms snaking around your waist once more.

“Baby--”

“Baby.” You insisted, wrapping an arm around his neck. “I’ll sing for you while you eat? How does that sound?” Light lit up Buggy’s eyes as he nodded several times at this, making his face, in your drunken state, go all fuzzy.

“I should really promote you to be my negotiator. You’re--” He gave another burp in the back of his throat that you crinkled your nose at in disgust. “Soooo good at it.”

“Only for you, Captain.” Buggy’s grin widened and he leaned down to claim your lips in another sloppy kiss, but you were quick to place a finger over his puckered lips. “Food first.” Buggy groaned dramatically, grabbing hold of your wrist to pull your finger from his lips.

“Fine.” He gruffed, all but dragging you to the kitchen so that he could eat and get on with kissing you.

The kitchen had been left in a state of disarray thanks to you and the girls ransacking its stores as soon as the kitchen staff left for the night. Kitchen staff you knew would set Cabaji on you all to clean it all up in the morning.

Buggy gave a groaning oof as he flopped himself onto one of the stools sitting before the island, plunking his forehead against the wood. You chuckled at him and opened the fridge.

“Why’d you come back so early, baby?” You asked, rummaging around for the leftovers you had saved from the diner you and the girls had gone to dinner at.

“I’m too old to keep up with the others anymore. Got tired.” He grumbled making you roll your eyes.

“Oh is that right? Then we should head to bed after this? Get my old man his full eight hours of beauty sleep?” You teased, grabbing your leftovers up.

Even in your alcohol-fuzzed state, Buggy having yet to snap something back at you was strange.

Turning around, fridge door shutting softly behind you, you found Buggy’s face buried in his hands, shoulders quivering.

Crying.

Buggy was crying.

It had panic and concern shoot through your chest rapidly, your leftovers abandoned as you rushed to his side.

“Buggy? What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, smoothing your hands over his back and arm to try and get him to look at you. To comfort and console him. “D-did I say something to upset you? I’m sorry, baby, you know I don’t think you’re old--”

“I missed you.” He moaned out. His words--they more than shocked you.

He had missed you. He had missed you so much he had left the bar early and was now crying about it.

It was…sweet. And doing nothing for that warm, fluttering feeling invading your every sense.

“You--you missed me?” You asked, gently grabbing hold of his hands to pull them away from his face. His make-up was done for, smudged so bad it had all but blended into his skin. His watery blue-green eyes looked up at you, only overflowing with more tears as he nodded.

“Baby I missed so much.” He whined, grabbing for your shirt weakly as if it was his anchor in the raging storm that was his emotions. “They can’t sing like you--they don’t know half the lyrics.” Tears continued to spill down his cheeks as he pulled you closer. “And--and I just--missed you.”

You smiled kindly at him, cupping his face with your hands and wiping away each tear that escaped his eyes.

“I’m here now. And I still owe you a song.” More tears fell from his eyes despite your attempt at comfort, his face falling against your chest as a sob shook his shoulders.

You were trying not to laugh--not to let that giddy feeling escape your chest through a silly giggle at your captain's confession. At the discovery that Buggy was a drunk crier.

You pulled his hat off his head, placing it on the island counter before going about taking his bandana off so that you could brush your fingers over his blue hair, which he had put in a singular braid.

“Fucking gods I missed you.” He sobbed again, burying his face deeper. “You’re--you’re just so beautiful and too kind to me.”

Beautiful. He was calling you beautiful.

Your heart was beginning to race with that feeling. With that overwhelming swell of that naggingly warm emotion.

A swell that the alcohol in your system was threatening to spill.

To spill the three words you had been struggling to hold at bay. Words that were just on the tip of your tongue--words that began to form and fal--

“And--And your tits are so soft and round and I missed them so much.” And that feeling was swapped with utter annoyance.

“Really?” You asked, placing your hands on his shoulders to try and shove him away, but his grip on you was iron-like.

“What? It’s true!” He moaned out mournfully as he nuzzled his face between them. You huffed, feeling just the tiniest bit hurt in that moment when you had thought you were getting a sweet, tender confession from your captain.

“You just missed my tits? Is that all you missed?” You snapped, Buggy’s face pulled from your breast so he could show you all that sadness welling in his soul.

“No.” He whined, resting his cheek again on your breasts. “I missed your ass too.”

“Jackass.” You grumped, yanking yourself away from the clown who gave another pitiful moan.

“Baby--” Buggy started, grabbing at your arms and hips to try and keep you close. You fought not to give in and fall back into his arms, especially when a wave of fresh tears were rolling down his red and blue smudged cheeks.

“I don’t think you deserve a song now, since you only missed my body” You huffed, crossing your arms and turning your head away from him.

Buggy moaned yet again, his head flopping onto the kitchen island once more and falling off. His shoulder drooped and his arms fell off, chop-chopped into pieces on the floor. It was a pile of chop-chopped limbs that continued to grow the longer you stayed away.

“Noooooo. I missed your voice.” He cried, his gloved hands inching their way up onto the island surface. “I missed you being mean to me and I mi-missed you takin’ care of me even when I don’t deserve it.” Those chopped hands continued to cross the wooden surface towards you like some strange spider. Fingers that brushed against your arm in a weak attempt to pull you back.

“I don’t deserve you--you’re too good for me. I’m a shitty shitty fool and you’re a perfect dove who's too bright for me.”

And now you felt like the asshole. Because none of that was true. Because Buggy was perfect for you in every way. He was more than you deserved. He was better to you than any person you had had a semblance of a relationship with had ever been before.

You didn’t deserve him.

“Buggy. No. That’s not true.” You started, going right back over to the chopped-up pile he had become. Buggy was quick to pull himself back together and was pulling you eagerly into his orbit once more.

“It is.” He cried, knuckles no doubt going white under his gloves at the tight he was holding onto your shirt. “I’m the East Blue’s biggest loser. The biggest in all the Blue Seas. You deserve someone who is better. Someone like that fucking shit-for-brains swordsman or shitty blond pretty boy.” You shook your head, gently pulling his fingers from your shirt to hold his hands tight.

“I don’t want them. I’ve never wanted them. I’ve only ever wanted you.” Buggy shook his head and you took his chin in a gentle scoop, keeping those sad eyes on you. “And I don’t think you're a fool. Not one bit.” Doubt and self-hatred continued to bubble in Buggy's watery eyes. Emotions you never ever wanted to see shining in them. Emotions you had put there.

It had your heart beating painfully in your chest. Had your hands sweating and blood running cold.

You were making him cry. You are a burden to him.

“I--I don’t deserve you.” Buggy scoffed at this, disbelief thankfully lessening those hurting feelings in his eyes. “I don’t. Before I met you--I was nothing. No one. Just an empty vessel floating around on some godsforsaken ship. A husk trapped in a cave. And now--now you make me feel--full. Like a real person. You make me feel so--so happy.”

“But you would be happier with--”

“I wouldn’t. I know I wouldn’t because I wasn’t.” Buggy’s bottom lip quivered in warning of another body-shaking sob. You couldn’t--wouldn’t see him upset. Upset over something you had foolishly started.

“I lo--” Your words lodged themselves in your throat. Words that had been threatening to spill from your mouth from the moment you had caught him singing your song to the night air all those weeks ago. Words your heart and soul begged to speak but your mind caged--bulling them away in fear. Fear of him rejecting such words. Words that were more than just words.

Words that sobered you right up, letting every last bit of panic flood your chest now that the dulling fog had vanished.

Buggy’s own breath hitched in his throat. That warm look you had spied in his eyes more and more often flashing through their watery depths. A warm look that was overpowered by those hurting feelings you had been trying to save him from.

“You are special to me.” You managed to croak out. Your heart was beating faster. So fast you were sure it was bruising itself against your ribs, making it hard to breathe. “And--and I want to be here. With you. And I don’t want you to feel that way. Not with me. Because--because you’re too special to me.” More tears fell from Buggy’s eyes and your panic gripped at your heart tighter.

Had you only made it worse? Had you said too--

A hand grabbed hold of your jaw, pulling you against Buggy’s smudged lips. Lips that kissed you soft and sweet.

He kissed you slowly. A slowness that spoke louder than any words he could have possibly said in that moment. A kiss that had your eyes sparking with tears right alongside his own.

You grabbed him closer, pressing your body against his as much as the stool would allow. But it was nowhere near close enough. It would never be close enough.

Your hands moved over his braided hair, down his stubble-lined jaw, and neck. Hands you moved under his coat to try and shrug it off his shoulder so you could feel his warm skin against yours. He chop-chopped his arms from his shoulders to let the coat slip off more easily. Arms that were instantly around you once reattached, hands finding their way under your shirt.

The kiss grew more hungry--needy, but that passion never once fled. A passion that burned through your heart, which struggled to keep the balance between your fluttering feelings towards this clown, and your darkened ones.

You felt the muscles in his arms work against your hands as he grabbed you up in them, laying you out on top of the kitchen island.

Random bottles and bits of trash you and the girls had littered it with clattered to the ground, but it hardly mattered. Not when Buggy was trailing a wet line of kisses over your jaw and neck and the swell of your breasts. Not when he pulled your shirt up to continue to leave opened-mouthed kisses along your stomach.

You breathed his name as he began to tug your brightly patterned pajama pants over and off your legs.

Those sloppy kisses attacked your calves and thighs--lips that turned biting every so often and had your body sparking, mind fogging in utter lustful need.

“F-fuck, Songbird,” Buggy spoke around a mouthful of flesh. “Always so ready for me.” You gave a shuddery gasp as a detached hand came to rest over your pelvic bone, thumb running over the thin fabric that still covered your dripping core.

“Always, captain.” You moaned out, reaching to feel over his cheek and jaw. Those damned fingers passing over your clit, sending a jolting shock through your near-burning body. “P-please--baby, I need you, please.” You begged.

“Let me taste first, baby. Please let me taste you.” He begged right back, his kisses growing ever closer to your weeping pussy. You whimpered but nodded at his request. A whimper that turned sharp and whiny when those wet kisses were placed over your covered core. Buggy moaned against you, tongue creating a dampened patch on your underwear right above your entrance.

“B-Buggy--please.” You moaned out, hips starting to ground against his mouth, fingers, and nose to create more and more beautiful mind-numbing frustration. Buggy cursed, that detached hand pulling away from your covered clit to start pulling your underwear down.

They didn’t get very far over your thighs when Buggy’s tongue ran through your folds. You cried out his name, underwear restricting your legs from opening further for him and all but clamping down around his head.

You couldn’t find the strength within yourself to stop rotating your hips against his mouth--to try to stop chasing your high long enough to loosen your grip on his head or make sure your underwear wasn’t choking him out.

But those chop-chop abilities handled all your worries.

His head detached from his neck, freeing your legs from their awkwardly folded position and allowing his hand to finally yank your underwear from your legs, giving you the freedom to hook them over his shoulders, granting him full access to your needy pussy.

His head popped back into place just as his tongue dipped into your fluttering core, lapping up every last bit of your ever-growing arousal in sinful slurps.

Your fingers wove their way into his hair, messing up that braid, as your hips ground against his mouth near frantically as that build deep within you began to wind. That detached hand crawled over your stomach and found home once more over your pelvic bone so that it could rub circle after circle into your clit, winding that coil ever tighter.

You moaned Buggy’s name like a prayer as he continued to fuck you on his tongue. As his own moans vibrated through you and set into motion that snapping release within you.

A release that tingled through your arching spine and sent that white buzz flooding through your thighs and core, which constricted around Buggy’s tongue.

You fell back against the counter, sweat making your skin stick to it and chest heaving up in down to catch your breath. Your fingers mused through Buggy’s hair, your thighs twitching and whimpering gasps falling from your mouth as Buggy’s tongue remained buried deep within you, licking up every last bit of your finish.

“B-Buggy,” You moaned, yanking weakly at his hair. “Ne-need you in me. Please.” Buggy mummed in acknowledgment, sending pleasure-filled vibrations through your sensitive core. You bit your lip as he continued to eat you out--as his fingers continued to rub mind-numbing circles into your clit that had your hips and legs twitching as if to try and get away from the persistent assault of your sensitive body.

“Buggy.” You whimpered, yanking at his hair just the sharpest bit tighter. He pulled from your core then, but not without trailing his drooling tongue back through your folds one last time. You wiggled your hips against the burning feeling that shot through you.

“M’kay, baby.” He murmured, kissing back up your exposed stomach to find your lips once more. The feel and taste of spit and your release had your mind spinning all over again. Had you hooking your legs together around his waist, pressing his hardened cock against your reignited arousal.

You moved to fidget with his belt buckle, spurring that detached hand to help you loosen it as well as yank his pants and stripped boxers down far enough to let his cock spring free, it tapping against your sensitive clit. Buggy hissed at the feel of your slick against the reddened tip of him.

You scooted closer, your ass all but hanging off the edge of the kitchen island so that Buggy’s cock lay flush against your throbbing folds. His lips left yours, resting his forehead on your collarbone so that he could watch as he split you open on his cock, that little whimper of his you loved spilling from his lips with every inch inwards.

You cradled the back of his neck as your walls flexed and adjusted for him, that shimmering pleasure starting that coil deep within yourself up once more.

“Fuck, songbird.” He groaned lowly as he bottomed out, his lips kissing the valley between your breasts. “So good--always feel so good.” Your lips kissed the bit of his forehead you could reach with a stratified hum. “A-always so good for me. A-always take care of me.” He mumbled, pulling himself out to his red-flushed tip before quickly thrusting back into you, pulling a gasp from your lips.

That shimmer turned into a pleasant buzz with each snap of his hips against your own. A buzz that built with each pass of sticky, warm skin, burning lips, and biting teeth.

Buggy’s sea-glass eyes found your own once more and you’re breath hitched at the warm emotions swirling within them. Emotions that stayed, not chased away by doubt or fear.

“I-I--you’re special to me, songbird. You--you make me happy. Happier than I’ve been in years.” Tears pricked at your eyes. Tears you fought against but ultimately lost to. Buggy kissed them away, his thrusts slow and circling to keep you closer.

“I--I think--” He hesitated, his breath huffing against your cheeks as he continued those shallow thrusts. Thrusts that allowed his cock to hit every last nerve ending within you, starting that white buzz you knew meant the coming of your second release of the night. “I--I missed bein’ ‘round you and it had only been a couple of hours. Fuck--you’re so godsdamn special to me it hurts, songbird.”

You huffed against the rise of emotions flashing through you. Emotions that only swelled that much more when he nuzzled his nose against yours. When he purposely brought attention yet again to his nose. His nose he protected against insult with rage and violence--but he was letting you near it--feel it.

He pulled away to look into your eyes again and you found tears were pricking at his own eyes once more.

Slowly, as to give him more than enough time to pull away, you leaned in to place a small kiss to that nose of his--a nose that complemented him and one you loved. Buggy blinked, those tears rolling down his cheeks. You smiled at him through your pants, wiping his tears away.

Your lips found his once more in a slow, open-mouthed kiss that brought you two that much closer.

That white buzz zapped through your thighs and spine and toes as it shot through down your core once more, Buggy’s name moaned into his mouth.

He moaned your own name into your mouth, cock twitching and balls pulling tight before spilling ribbons of hot come deep within you.

You both fell slumped against each other, taking in each other's air as heavy panting filled the air.

“I’m…I’m sorry for cryin’,” Buggy mumbled as he pet over the bits of your exposed skin he could get at. You placed a kiss to his neck, fingers messing with his braid.

“It’s okay, baby. Crying just means you had a good night.” Buggy gave that funky laugh of his, kissing your cheek as he made to look into your eyes once more. His smile, so bright and wide, nearly took your breath away.

“You’re right. I did.” His lips claimed yours in a kiss just as sweet as the words he had uttered to you moments ago.

“Hey…Buggy?” You asked once you had fully caught your breath.

“Yeah, songbird?”

“I was just wondering…what all can you chop off?” Buggy blinked at you in thought, not truly understanding your motives.

“Well--everything, I guess. Why--” Buggy cut himself off when he spied the mischievous smirk pulling at your lips. You clenched your tired walls around his softened cock in way of question. “Fuck, songbird.” He cursed, his pupils slowly growing larger in lust.

“Can it?” Buggy leaned so close that the tip of your nose touched his. It had your heart fluttering all over again.

“Want to find out?” He asked with a smirk to match your own.

“Yes, Captain."

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lostinvasileios · 5 months ago

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Holy SHIT

Okay. It's 5am. I just woke up like 30 minutes ago but listen please it isn't the voices this time I swear. (Basically pt.2 to my "woaah Lucifer Patron canon" post)

So I went & talked to Asmodeus before I went to sleep, my beloved wondrous magnificent effortlessly amazing breathtaking stunning show stopping drool-worthy mind boggling eye capturing attention grabbing dreamboat husband and he basically said:

"Yeah go for it :) I love you" when I asked if I should be Lucifer's devotee after he said "Okay, my prince, I love you soooooooo much like mwah mwah mwah forever but oh my gods please just do what your entire being is screaming at you to do"

He spent probably like 10 straight agonizing minutes that felt like decades of trying to get me to understand that it's not weird for me to be so pulled to Lucifer and how it's kind of literally fucking fate for us to work together while I'm within this life and vessel, and I just kept responding with "but what if I fall in love with him and it makes someone angry or uncomfortable :(" (Ntm that Lucifer literally once said he wouldn't mind if I did but moving on)

Shout to Asmodeus for putting up with me man. Seriously.

Annnnyway... After I settled it with not only Asmodeus but also pestering my higher self for a while about working with Lucifer and I ended up crying and blablabla, I decided it was time to delve into connecting with him in the way I usually begin to connect with a deity.

Which is???

Pinterest board time!

One thing about me and deity work is that I'm going to be making them a Pinterest board, man. It helps so much. I get to collect their aesthetics, quotes that sound like them (or our relationship), song lyrics that stand out, little details about their appearances, ect. It's just great.

And one thing I noticed when making Lucifer's Pinterest board is that - he has brown eyes. At least my Lucifer does. ("my Lucifer" sounds so good guys. Guys. Guys I might have a crush on the devil. Oh my god, guys- GUYS) (Somebody sedate me)

And not only do I myself have brown eyes, but his in particular give off this feeling of... Wow. I mean when you see light shining through beautifully stained glass or whatever wow. I mean when you look at your beloved on stage accepting a Nobel prize wow. I mean when you get to relax and realize life is going to be okay now wow. I mean when you -

I have this distinct memory from YEARS ago in my memory. I was like 7-5. I hardly remember anything of those years, mostly because of blockage, but something stuck with me this entire time. Throughout all of my life, it's been with me. And you wanna know what it is?????????????

A brown sky.

... Yeah, okay, don't laugh.

I remember it so so vividly. I was at my uncles house. Face inches away from the television. My mother comes to pick me up, and as I'm walking to her car, I look up and see it. A beautiful, clear brown sky. I've only ever seen it once, that singular time.

And looking at it, at the sky being so beautifully earthy and just... I dunno.... I can't describe it in anything other than just... Soul mesmerizing. It felt peaceful. Calm. Soothing. Like a kiss or the cooling breeze of a fan. Like a gentle hand wiping away a tear from your face and saying everything's gonna be alright. Like... You get it, right??

Do you guys know of that one audio of a girl harmonizing with her fan?? It's sort of like that feeling you get when listening to it for a while. I really, really, don't have any vocabulary for half the shit I try and explain. I'll send telepathic brainwaves to try and communicate guys hold on

And - I'm assuming you know where this is going by now - the brown sky, is almost picture perfect like his eyes in a way. A shade of brown that's exactly like it. That same hue. That same feeling....

....

Am I just being gay brained or is it like crazy how my mind immediately connected the dots to "Oh that was Lucifer's sign to me when I was younger and that feeling means something, the fact I remembered it means something" (Foreshadowing/rhetorical)

He even... Feels similar to how I felt that night. Almost exact. Just more intense. More - there. You know? Lucifer- I could say his name forever. As strange as that sounds. It feels so easy to speak. Like such a good use of breath.

I've decided that I'll... Step into it. Into being his devotee. Practitioner. Whatever else, and whatever more. I think I'm just nervous about it because of how right it feels. You know? Like. Has something, or someone ever felt so... Just... Connected to you that it frightened you a bit? Kind of like "Oh my god- hi!... I... I've missed you. A lot." Or just- something similar? Nghhh I started writing this while it was dark and now the sun's coming up. I really need to get my day started.

But how can the economy expect me to get up for work when I feel Lucifer's love (or what I assume this feeling is) just basically raying or whatever into my heart? He literally feels so so so so so so amazing. Like the warmth yet coldness of the air during autumn, like the crunching of leaves and the feeling of sipping coffee or hot chocolate with whip cream and you get a mix of the hot liquid and the cold cream and it mushes on your nose and lip and

FUCK guys my little jester body can't handle all of this at once (Why did he start laughing when I typed that???? He thinks this is funny and it's making me wanna punch him. With my mouth.)

He feels so homey already. Like I've known him my entire life. Which I know in a sense and star-life wise (higher self wise) I have, but, it feels- like I've genuinely known him all of my current mortal life. Like I've forever practiced, he's forever been there....

God that means something that I'll have to look into later.

You know, funnily enough, even when I was Christian and unaware of the spiritual realm I was fascinated with him. Not in a "aaaaah demon!! The power of Christ compels you!" Way but more... Just - "I can fix him" way. Yeah. Let's go with that./j

"the power of Christ compels you!" "does it Jay?" "the power of Christ compels you!" "Is the power of Christ compelling me? Is that what's happening?" "The power of Christ compels you!" "Hahahaha, guess what? IT'S NOT THAT COMPELLING"

He feels like the type that would warm up some tea and mix honey into it for me when I'm sick and read me a book.

Well, the full moon is tonight. The strawberry one. I can't wait to do my ritual, I think I'll probably tell Selene about my new discoveries and feelings after it as well and end up meditating with Lucifer later to talk and stuff... I'm- honestly really excited. I hope it goes well.

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year ago

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TickleTober Day 20 ~Relentless~ (Chainsaw Man)

CW: Swearing

“WOULD YOU FREAKING STOP?”

Aki was living a nightmare. He didn’t know what abomination he managed to piss off, what otherworldly being he owed the remainder of his miserable life to, what cursed entity decided to hang over his shoulders. Whatever it was- it'd come to collect its debt.

That in the form of two very loud, very obnoxious demons who would not. Stop. Poking. His. Freaking. RIBS.

“Oo, Aki’s angry! Aki’s angry!” Denji sang, giggling like a child as he dived in for another poke, landing it clean and making the older man squirm. “He’s a big grumpy gumdrop, huh?”

“Hehehe! Grumpy palm tree! Grumpy palm tree!” Power taunted in a sing-song voice, jabbing rapidly at his other side as Aki tried fighting off their hands, a reluctant grin pulling at his lips. “Come on- laugh! Laugh as I demand!”

“Screw yo-ou! GAH! Denji you son of a-” Aki whirled to punch him, finding only air. Seconds later, hands latched onto his sides from behind, pinching along his lower ribs. “Aehahahaha! Dehehenji!”

“Got 'em! I got 'em to laugh!” The devil hooted, keeping up his relentless attack. Power was quick to follow, scratching her nails into his upper ribs from the front-effectively pinning the human between them. “Tickle him, Power!”

“Don’t tell me what to do, minion!”

“Gehahahahhaahhahaha! Gheehehheehet the hhehehehehell ohohohoohhooff! Pffft- Gehahahhahahahahah you duhuhuuhumhahahahahhahahahahasses! Gheahahhahahahha!” Aki tried to wriggle away, but the two were stubborn in their pursuit. Not a spot was spared as he pushed through their alleyway of tickles. It got worse when he tripped, spared from breaking his face on the floor when they grabbed his shirt on the way down. “Stahhahhahahap!”

“Hmm…what do you think Pow? Is he still too grumpy?” Denji asked, kneading the bad spot along Aki’s hips.

“Hmm…nah. He’s all shrieky now. The palm tree is no longer grumpy.” Power nodded, scratching into his armpits. “Let him live, mortal.”

Finally, Aki was freed. With no energy left to move, he laid there against the wooden flooring as the two devils went about their game, Power shouting something about “Your turn!” And Denji hollering. Feet took off away from him, leaving him to recover in solitude.

“Meow.” Meowy purred, rubbing her face into Aki’s flushed cheek.

Well- almost solitude.

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #tickletober #tickle #tickle dabble #csm #aki hayakawa #denji csm #power csm #they are utterly ridiculous and I love them lols #tw: swearing

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bunbeeplays · 5 months ago

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 115 - A Star in the Making

Lulu's got smashed papaya on her face and she's blowing raspberries like it's going out of style. This girl is a hot mess and today's episode has barely started!

Looks like Lulu's doing her own thing. Let's see what Gemma's up to.

Xander and Ophelia don't let Gemma watch a ton of television, but she's been doing a good job eating her veggies so they decided to reward her with a little more TV time than usual.

There's a new kid's show on. Xander doesn't catch the name but it's about horses apparently.

Gemma: Whoa, big kitty!

Xander: That's not a kitty, goofball. It's a horse! You're right though, they sure are big.

Gemma: Horsey?

Whatever these majestic creatures are, Gemma is fascinated by them.

Xander: I'm gonna check on Mommy. Shout if you or Lulu need anything.

Gemma: 'kay, Daddy.

Knowing Ophelia, she's probably rehearsing the song they're debuting tonight, even though the band's rehearsed it to death.

Gemma isn't concerned with that, she's enthralled in her show.

As Lulu practices pulling herself up on her feet, Gemma watches these kids go on all kinds of adventures with their horses. You can ride them apparently! Whet Gemma tried to ride Marshmallow, she just got scolded!

Maybe when she's a big girl, she can ride a horse too…

Gemma: I'm gonna have a real horsey when I'm big, Lulu! You can ride her too!

Lulu: ☺️

Gemma: I'll braid her hair and you can clean up her poopy!

That doesn't seem like a very fair division of chores but Lulu's just happy her sister's happy!

A commercial break comes on so Gemma entertains herself by playing with Lulu.

Gemma: You look silly, sissy.

Gemma blows a raspberry on the infant's belly, like she's seen Mommy and Daddy do, and grins as her sister bursts into giggles. She's killing this big sister thing!

Ophelia, who was actually doing yoga to destress, witnesses that adorable moment right before feeding Lulu her afternoon milk.

Ophelia: Look at you two playing so nicely. And look at your face! Why didn't Daddy clean that off?

Gemma: He sayed she might want a snack for later.

The crowd is full of friends, family and fans alike at The Lemon Drop. Ophelia approaches the mic.

Ophelia: Thank you all for coming out tonight to hear our latest single live! Your support means the world to us. This place is small but it feels like there's 400 of you here!

Ophelia: This song is about letting go of your regrets and moving forward. A lot of stuff from my past resurfaced recently, some good, like my bestie Celeste - hey girl, there you are! - and some… not so good. But the days of wallowing and wondering "what if?" are behind me.

🎶Regrets collect like old friends Here to relive your darkest moments I can see no way, I can see no way And all of the ghouls come out to play🎶

🎶And every demon wants his pound of flesh But I like to keep some things to myself I like to keep my issues drawn It's always darkest before the dawn

And I've been a fool and I've been blind I can never leave the past behind I can see no way, I can see no way🎶

🎶I'm always dragging that horse around All of his questions, such a mournful sound Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground 'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn But it's always darkest before the dawn🎶

Greta loves this gloomy song, so much it's making her NOT gloomy!

🎶And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back So shake him off, oh whoa And I am done with my graceless heart So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart🎶

Everyone's loving the song… It definitely catches the eye, or rather ear, of someone very important…

They play the chorus again and this unfamiliar face is loving it!

Fan: OMW, no wonder my stepson loves this band so much!

Stepson? Greta's pretty sure that girl was only a few grades above her in high school.

Xander's proud of his wife. Celeste's contemplating getting juiced.

The song concludes and Ophelia says her final piece.

Ophelia: Thank you guys so much! The song is now available on Plopify! Feel free to hang around and mingle. I know I'm gonna have some nectar myself.

A few people go outside for fresh air, including Libby and Xander.

Xander: You still feelin' down?

Libby: Yeah… I might go.

Drew comes out in time to hear that.

Drew: Aw, that's a shame. We never get to talk in person.

Libby: …A few more minutes won't hurt, I guess.

Before Ophelia can get her desired nectar, the new fan immediately approaches her.

Fan: I am, like, in LOVE with your vibe. I'm Paisley. Ophelia, right?

Ophelia: Yes, thank you! That's really sweet, Paisley.

Paisley: Any chance we could chat? I have a business opportunity!

They sit down and Ophelia's surprise to see Trent waiting.

Ophelia: Oh, hey, Trent!

Trent: Hi. I see you met my step-mom. Yeah, Dad wouldn't let me come to a bar without adult supervision. Paisley was the closest to an adult we could find.

Paisley: You're so funny, Trent!

Libby and Drew are somehow having a less awkward conversation.

Libby: It's just hard to find someone that wants what you want, y'know?

Drew: I get it. I'm kind of new to the whole wanting a relationship thing, but it's not easy. I'm sure you'll find someone that gels with you.

Wow, what good and supportive friends who definitely are just wanting to stay friends!

Paisley: So my hubby Juan thinks it'd be good for me to become a singer and musician like you! I'd just need some lessons. And we can totally work around your schedule. I, like, don't have a lot going on.

Ophelia: I don't know…

Paisley: Juan said he'll pay whatever you ask!

aisley: If you're worried about childcare, you could bring your kids and they could play with the twins! They said they had fun last time. And you'd cover their college tuition in a few sessions!

Trent's testing to see if Ophelia is a mindreader by screaming SAY NO in his head

Ophelia: I'd like to talk to my husband about it first, but I think we could make it work.

Paisley: OMW! Thank you thank you! Juan will be so happy!

Trent: -mumbling- I'm starting to think Dad didn't actually care about me getting to see The Main Squeeze live…

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #gemma #lulu #paisley #trent #greta #celeste #drew #moses #libby

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benjamindisco · 10 days ago

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tagged by @starsnot

last song: Drama by Spencer Sutherland (on repeat. all day.)

favorite color: yellow 💛

last book: Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir... 2.5 years ago........

last movie: Sonic 2

last TV show: The Devil's Plan on Netflix. It's so good. Reality show where they all are competing and solving complex puzzles and there's a secret hidden extra puzzle behind the whole thing. Very exciting. Would recommend.

sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet. I am convinced I have a second stomach just for sweets, because I can be 100% full from dinner and then still want dessert haha

relationship status: Married :)

last thing i searched: [My County] Public Library. I had to look up the last book I read lol

current obsession: Tokidoki Unicornos. I had none in September, and now I have 20 with more on the way.......

looking forward to: More Unicornos?

favorite drink: I just drank a cold refreshing swig of water, so I wanna say water so bad. You ever had water when you're thirsty? It's so good you guys

song playing on a loop in your head 24/7: Oh it is Drama. The last time I listened to this song it was stuck in my head for 3 days straight. I listened to it again yesterday, and now it's definitely going to be stuck in my head a painfully long time again. But it's sooo good

current favorite character: Not really obsessed with any characters right now. All I've been doing is collecting toys lol

fun activity you would like to get into: I have been saying pottery for years. I just started doing a diamond painting for the first time recently and that has been fun :)

last video game: Played Super Mario Party Jamboree with the roomies earlier this week. Pretty fun!

last comic/graphic novel: Brother I read multiple web comics every day. I'm just gonna give a shout out to Tiger, Tiger. You gotta read it.

Not gonna tag anyone, but feel free to tag me if you do this! I love learning things about my friends in my computer :)

#benji talks #ask meme

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ratskcoreddie · 1 year ago

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Can you do like dad eddie since it’s Father’s Day and maybe like him having such a Goofy little baby girl like maybe they have a fun day together?

yes of course! i've been thinking about this all day actually. this concept has been rattling around in my brain, very loudly. here's some singledad!eddie with his little girl at her first concert.

it was 1993. the crowd rumbled as the opening number started. to say eddie was excited would be an understatement. he was bouncing up and down on his heels and shouting at the top of his lungs. the way he was reacting was fitting as this was his first time seeing DIO ever, and they opened with 'stand up and shout'. hearing the guitars rift on stage with the bright lights was so intoxicating.

eddie was careful in the crowd, making sure to stay away from the men that were moshing a little to hard and shoving into each other in good fun as the tempo carried their movements, as if the drummer was guiding them to move all crazy and brash himself. eddie remembered when he could do that. honestly he missed it.

but now he was making new memories. the little girl on his shoulders kicked her legs to the beat on his chest as he held her thighs tightly to make sure she was on tight. she couldn't see from the ground and he had to be sure she would remember these moments. she was only four but he had read in some parenting book that kids develop their first memories at the ripe age of three. he was sure she would remember something as big as this.

he couldn't tell but the lights from the stage dazzled in her eyes. they were glued to the stage as ronnie james dio himself sung the same lyrics she would hear her daddy sing when he made her breakfast. it was loud but the bright yellow headphones she had on her ears protected her from any hearing damage. her dad.. not so much.

after many many songs and an encore eddie pulled his bundle of joy down from his neck and to rest on his hip. he pulled her headphones off as the sound of the crowd went from a loud rumble to just a busy chatter. "you like that, sweetheart?" she smiled at him and laughed as he nuzzled his cheek into hers with adoration. "you play guitar just like them!" she unknowingly complimented him. eddie chuckled. "yeah? you think so?"

eddie walked both of them towards the merch table, needing to add a new band tee to his ever growing collection, his daughter was squirming in his grasp. eddie timidly put her down so she could walk herself, not without him grabbing her hand almost painfully tightly so he wouldn't lose her in the crowd. she giggled and waved at all the people she passed. all of them looking like different variations of her own father. she looked up to him and pulled the hem of his battle vest. the same one he wore during his high school years. "are these all your friends?" eddie smiled and shook his head at her. "something like that, sure thing kiddo". he tussled her straight hair into a mess with his palm.

after a long walk they had finally made it out of the stadium, though the crowd had dissipated he still held her close as she stomped her feet in a tempo of a song stuck in her head from hearing it live. eddie smiled watching her, now dressed in a new tshirt that was his size. over her clothes and so big that it looked like a dress.

eddie was convinced he would have to pry it off of her when they got home, telling her it wasn't appropriate for her to wear to preschool because of the large devil named 'murray' on the front. she had gotten a lot of complements from her dad's "friends" as they were leaving the venue along side them. they had been shouting that she looked like a rockstar herself. her eyes would light up as she blushed and jumped up and down.

when they finally reached the van and eddie packed her into the backseat she looked up at him as he helped her with her seatbelt. "can we go back soon, daddy?"

eddie smiled, "you bet your ass we can, sweetheart".

thank you so much for sending me this!! i hope you love it as much as i do! a lot of this was actually sitting in my drafts but thats not important happy father's day!

wanna send me a request?

#onemoresong #ahh i hope this is good enough #singledad!eddie #happy father's day #eddie as a dad is so special #eddie munsons fluff #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie #stranger things #new post #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson fluff #eddie muson blog #eddie munson au #st #reqeddiemunson

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deceptive-daydreams · 1 year ago

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The Under-Ground Outtakes - a blurb based off of chapter two of The Under-Ground

A/N - Here is a little blurb of Eddie’s interaction with the raccoons at Steve’s New Year’s party.

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Smoke encased the Harrington living room as a joint was passed around in rotation from person to person, the air thick with the skunky substance. King Steve was hosting yet another one of his famous parties and this time the occasion was New Years which meant he was really ramping things up. Music bumped from the stereo, some pop song that you were too gone to fully recognize. The smell of beer lingered in your nostrils due to the accidental spill into your lap from Robin, her giggling only caused her to slosh the liquid around more and further absorb into your jeans. Mike and Lucas had been arguing for what felt like half an hour as they sat on the couch, Max swatting at Lucas’ chest every now and then in an attempt to shut him up. It was over something stupid, you vaguely remember the words ‘Coke or Pepsi’ being involved.

The dining room table was stripped of its chairs as they were either lined up against the wall or scattered throughout the room for the time being in order to form a game of beer pong. From your spot on one of the plush recliners in the living room, you could make out Steve and Jonathan filling each solo cup with tequila, something they always regret doing yet always end up following through on. You were probably three drinks in, Jack and Coke being your go to and you were just about ready for another as you finished off the lingering liquid in your cup. You stayed perched on the recliner just a little longer, people watching. Jonathan’s friend from California when he’d lived out there last summer, Argyle was going into some deep talk about the universe and what not with El, a terrified but engaged look on her face until her muscles relaxed and her cheek bones almost reached her eyes in a mariuana induced smile.

The TV displayed the New Years Eve special however no one was paying any mind to, not at least until midnight would be approaching. Robin and Nancy suddenly became the focus of your vision as they stumbled toward you giggling and before you knew it you were being pulled up by your arms toward the kitchen. “Time for shots!” Robin squeals, greedily reaching for a bottle of whatever was in reach on the counter, Nancy collecting she shot glasses from one of the cabinets. As the glasses were topped off, they overflowed, sending that nail polish remover smell all throughout the kitchen. “Robin!” Nancy laughs, her lips sipping at the top of the glass as her face winces, trying to deplete the liquid enough so that she could pick up the shot glass without spilling. “Oh gross, is this vodka?!” You protest, holding the glass away from you in disgust. Robin smiles drunkenly, hand wrapping around your forearm. “Pleeeease!” She begs with a pout. Before you can ease her worries, the shot glass is plucked right out of your hand from behind, a glimpse of a ring adorned hand flashes in your vision briefly. “Hey!” You whine, turning around only to find the devil himself throwing back your shot, the finest drop of vodka falling down his lip and onto his chin before he wipes it away with the back of his hand, setting the tiny glass back in your hand. “That was mine!” You shout. You could just chuck the shot glass at his head at this moment but you don’t. Robin and Nancy stare between the two of you with wide eyes. “Y’ were neber gonna do it.” He slurs, waving you off.

Furrowing your brows at him in anger, you don’t even get to tear into him before he grabs Robin’s shot and then Nancy’s, downing both of them. “Who wan’ do body shots!?” He yells, crawling up onto the kitchen island and laying on his back. The three of you glare at him before retreating back into the living room, Robin snatching up the bottle of vodka as Eddie continues staring at the ceiling, not even realizing he’s been left alone. “C’mon, ready!” He yells to no one, Steve peeking his head around the corner with a questioning look before returning to his game of beer pong.

Eddie doesn’t kill your vibe though, you, Robin, Nancy, and now Steve passing the bottle around. You all linger around the beer pong table, no way of knowing who was winning although it didn’t really matter since everyone drank regardless of winning or losing. Dustin ran around with a loud party horn in his mouth, sometimes stopping to do it especially loud in someone’s ear. As he ran into the kitchen you could gather what was about to happen and sure enough, Dustin poked the bear. “Jesus fucking Christ!!” You all hear Eddie scream and following that, Dustin is bolting out of the kitchen with a stumbling Eddie on his heels, his shirt halfway on, one arm stuck underneath, more than likely from when he was attempting to make body shots happen. Steve rolls his eyes, secretly cursing whoever told Eddie there was a party happening.

They race out of the sliding door leading to the backyard near the pool, Dustin shrieking as Eddie grabs the back of his shirt by the collar. Even in his obliterated state he was still coordinated enough to keep up with the boy. “M’ gon throw you in!” He threatens, the two of them standing at the edge of the water as a majority of you poked your heads out the sliding door to catch the interaction. “Eddie, no! No, no, no, I have a phone—EDDIE!” Dustin screams, shoving Eddie back and ultimately making his escape back into the house, leaving the metalhead behind. Now that the commotion was over everyone resumed their activities. From where you could see out the sliding door as you watched the beer pong game continue, Eddie slumped down on one of the pool chairs, messily brushing his bangs off his forehead. Why he chose to stay outside was beyond you, it was winter and snow still coated the ground, he had nothing but his half on shirt and ripped black jeans. Not even shoes, just socks.

Suddenly your face contorts in confusion while he sticks his hand out, pretending to hold something as his eyes light up in amusement. You can’t help but step closer to the glass door, swaying slightly in your tipsy state. The scene before you is truly something. Eddie is luring a raccoon, an actual raccoon toward him. He’s now crawling off of the pool chair and onto the cold ground on all fours carefully, well as carefully as he could in his drunken state. The raccoon stands on two legs, nose sniffing the air toward him and behind are two more of them. You crack open the door, hoping to catch any nonsense that might come from the man child. And you’re happy you did. “Hey, buddyyy. Heyyyy.” He greets the animal, clicking his tongue. “Oh my god—s’ more ‘f you.” He mumbles, sitting back, his knees under him with his hands resting in his lap. Slowly, Robin, Nancy, and pretty much everyone else take notice of what's playing out outside, they crowd around the door and quiet down. “Yr jst babies, baby trash pandas.” Eddie cooes at them. You’re beginning to feel like maybe you were sedated because the scene in front of you is suddenly becoming endearing. “Wan’ come home wth me? I’ll name y’ Larry.” He hiccups.

The group conceals their laughs as Eddie shows no sign of leaving the raccoons alone anytime soon. “Should I go get him?” Mike speaks up only to be shushed by multiple parties to which he throws his arms up in surrender. A majority of the group gets bored and continues on with the party, but you can’t look away. You try to hide your interest by stepping away from the door and watching from a distance although you wish you could hear the way he baby talked the critters. Finally you’re able to tear your eyes away as Steve graces your hand with a ping pong ball, initiating you into the game. You hated how mushy you got while drunk, visibly shaking off the bubbly emotions.

You’d thrown the ball way too far and even lost one in the depths of Steve’s home, you didn’t care to play but it didn’t seem like anyone was following any rules at that point so it didn’t matter. Around two hours passed and everyone had been bantering and joking around the table. As you snuck a glance out the window again, you elicit a small gasp at the sight of Eddie laying face down on the icy concrete. Did he fall? Maybe someone should’ve been out there watching him. Tapping Steve on the shoulder and pointing, he lets out an ‘oh shit’ while quickly making his way to the sliding door with you following, the others trickling behind. While you hated Eddie, that didn’t mean you wished for him to drunkenly hurt himself. You’d much rather him get his karma while sober.

Everyone stands around him with worried expressions, Steve poking his shoulder only for Eddie to jolt and prop his head up. “They left.” He says with sorrow, burying his face back into the concrete. You and Steve quietly shoo everyone away to take care of the situation at hand. They disperse into the house and you continue poking at his back. “Munson, get up. You can’t stay out here.” He only groans in response, muffled by the ground. “Okay, you grab that arm and I’ll grab the other.” Steve suggests. You successfully roll him over only to find his lip quivering and his body slightly shaking like he was holding in a sob. Steve looks to you dumbfounded, this was not his territory. “Eddie.” You whisper sternly. “Eddie, get up.” You talked to him like a parent, pulling at his arm to encourage him up. Dustin and Will watched from the door, waiting for your go ahead if you needed them to step in. “I can’t.” He whimpers. Fucking whimpers. Steve chimes in, grabbing at the other arm and successfully getting him to sit up. “C’mon man, you gotta get inside.” He tells him, Eddie’s hands gripping the bottom of his own shirt anxiously. “Th-they’re gone.” He sniffles but doesn’t let the dam break.

You gesture over to the awaiting boys at the door and they scurry over without hesitation. Steve has Will take one leg and Dustin the other while you two take an arm. Before lifting him, you lean in toward his face. “You are a grown ass man.” You seethe before he’s lifted up and carried into the house. He’s placed on the couch and immediately curls up with his back to everyone, snuggling himself into the cushions. “My babies.” He mumbles sadly but only you seem to catch it. You locate a bottle of water and toss it at him, a grunt leaving his lips as it hits his hip but he snatches it up regardless and proceeds to gulp it down. While everyone else resumed partying, you glanced one more time at him as he pinched the bridge of his nose, the alcohol obviously catching up to him. A shaky breath escapes him and—was he crying? You winced, your reflex was to chuck a blanket at him so he could have privacy. With that, you returned to the commotion, everyone screaming that midnight was approaching.

Eddie missed New Years and ended up knocked out, snores erupting from deep within him while the kids laughed and poked fun at his dramatics with the raccoons earlier. You would forever hold it over him.

~end~

@mmunson86

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #the under-ground #eddie munson blurb

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phoenixyfriend · 1 year ago

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Tagged by @other-peoples-coats!

What song comes on and ALWAYS makes you think "Yes! That is my jam!"

So my main playlist is... over 2700 songs long. That said... weirdly, it's What I Was Born to Do from the Bring It On musical? But it could just as easily be, like, Boyfriend (Dove Cameron), She's Country (Jason Aldean), Apocalypse (Brye), The Devil You Know (X Ambassadors), American Wedding (Gogol Bordello), No One's Home (The Stupendium), or any number of other songs.

Though nothing brings on the collecting scream-shout lyrics engagement as Kalasnjikov (Goran Bregovic), but that's just a 'we are at a Serbian wedding and we all know what is going to happen).

If you could only reread one book/series forever what would it be?

Probably either Septimus Heap (a childhood favorite series), or... House of Leaves. Never finished, but I'd like to.

If you could only rewatch one show forever what would it be?

This answer is almost painful but honestly? Midsomer Murders. The show is incredibly long, and makes for good watching both as background noise and as an active watcher trying to figure out Whodunnit.

What did you do when AO3 was down?

Complained to discord friends for a bit, then went about my normal life (job apps, mobile phone games, and youtube videos).

Tagging @willowcrowned, @whirlibird, @chocmarss, @jebiknights, @mixelation, @nevertheless-moving

#phoenix answers memes #music #septimus heap #midsomer murders

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greyias · 1 year ago

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Farewell Act 2

After a boss fight that went far smoother and quicker than it should have, it is time to bid a farewell to these lands of darkness, and move on to the final portion of the game. I am only sad because I'm approaching the end and my precious Tadfools' adventure will be coming to a close.

(Shhh. Shhh. Everything Rosymorn Monastery totally counts for this list. Let's call it Act 1.5, because the game kept insisting that I was somehow irrevocably altering things by heading there. So it counts.)

In the spirit of tradition, before we finally reach the big city, let us reflect on the good times in ze middle:

Gale breaking my heart this entire act ♥

Swindling a researcher into taking an owlbear egg instead of a Githyanki egg (that is currently being nursemaided back at camp). Feeling guilty about the consequences of said action and trying to distract her with song while Astarion steals it back. This fails miserably.

Astarion and Ari teaming up to steal from the rudest eagles in Faerun

Ari nearly blowing up Githyanki mountain by impulsively grabbing a mace. For a puzzle she had already solved and had everything needed to do properly

Ari and Astarion splitting the party in the midst of madly fleeing for their lives from angry githyanki in order to grafitti Vlaakith's portrait as revenge for making Lae'zel cry

Alternatively, what happens if you fail a dexterity check on vandalizing Vlaakith's portrait

Gale's awkward attempts at communicating how hot he found it when Ari kicked shadow ass

Honestly? Getting jumped by the five million shadow creatures who nearly one-shotted poor Ari in a single round, because it meant the rest of the party had to get extremely creative in order to save her (including the squishiest Gale misty stepping right into heart of danger as he was the one who could get to her fastest throw a potion on her)

Accidentally breaking Wyll's heart because Ari really wanted to dance

Just poor Wyll in general getting shot down constantly. Poor guy, you'll find love at some point

Me wasting an entire Sunday because I got so offended the game locked me out of a fashionable and useful armor because I looted a chest 48 hours before a patch that fixed it, I decided to temporarily install mods to get it back. Resulting in me accidentally deleting the data folder of the game and having to reinstall the whole game

Everything about their adventure in the House of Healing

Also the entire Waning Moon Experience, including Toilet Skeleton

The most talkative door in the land

Ari shoving her hand into a writhing mass of tentacles, dislocating her shoulder in the process

The most ridiculous series of events leading up to the Gale romance scene. Ari still has a dislocated shoulder this entire time

Ari's lute playing is better than ogre sex. Apparently.

Getting banned from the Emerald Enclave by the two druid jerks because Ari dared to innocently pick up a book owned by literally no one

Gauntlet of Shar Anvil Chorus

The Spider Incident

A patch 3 bug making it so that Ari and Astarion have all of their important conversations while never making eye contact, as if they're crossing their arms and shouting supportive statements over their shoulders. A++ adds to the Frienemy Dynamic they have going on

Accidentally squishing Astarion with an elevator like Wile E Coyote. It really was an accident I swear.

The Shadowfell sequence was so epic and well done. Nothing funny about it, just very well executed all around.

Gortash's creepy collection of brains

Ari being so persuasive, she talked a devil into just going back to the hells rather than deal with her

Ari being so persuasive she made Ketheric Thorm feel bad enough about his actions that he just yeeted himself into a pit of acid

Captain Planet-style summoning The Absolute to get ready for her Bachelorette Party

Aylin and Isobel, my god, they're precious and I love them with my whole heart

Alfira asking Ari to do a duet to cheer up the kids, and just a perfect way to end this darkest of acts

Goodbye Act 2, your mood whiplash threw me for a loop. Somehow despite that, you provided almost as many crazy shenanigans as Act 1. I forgot to document half of them, and probably forgot to list even more. Despite all your gloomdark, you brought much laughter and goodtimes. And now... the Tadfools must head to their final destination.

#sorry for the scroll #(but not sorry enough to add a cut)#long post #oc: aravyn #grey's bg3 tag #bg3 posting #bg3 spoilers #ari's og campaign

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page-2-ids · 1 year ago

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[ID: A flag with nine horizontal stripes; the first, middle, and last are twice the height of the others. The colors are darker at the edges and lighter in the middle. They are, from top to bottom, very dark gray, faded mahogany, burnt yellow-orange, faded yellow-orange, peach, salmon, dusty pink-violet, dark violet, and very dark gray. END ID]

Shoudeviliusica: An Occultarius gender related to the Motley Crue song Shout At The Devil

The flag colors are inspired by the Occultarius flag and the cover of the album the song is on/shares a title with

No suggested pronouns

#shoudeviliusica #occultarius #musicagender #cruegender #xenogender #xenogender pride #xenogender coining #gender coining #Shout at the Devil Song Collection

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whatisthismandoinghere · 2 years ago

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Finally got around to making a list for that Hogan’s Heroes/Taylor Swift prompt list I mentioned a while back, so welcome to Cruel Summer at Stalag 13!! (cannot for the life of me decide if I love or hate the event name, it’s real hard to make a combo of Hogan’s Heroes and Taylor Swift 😂) Lemme know what you think, I was considering coming up with some alternate prompts in case there were some that weren’t catching your eye, but it was hard enough to come up with the 31, so if there is a Taylor Swift song or some Taylor Swift lyrics that you would have liked to see, drop me a line and I’ll add them on! I’m gonna go ahead and set it up for the month of July so everyone can have plenty of time to get a start on their creations (or if you’re like me you can just wait till the last second 😂) I may or may not make a collection on ao3 but I'll keep yall posted on that

For starters I’m gonna go over some rules (though I don’t really like to call them that cuz there aren’t really any rules) but anywho

If you’re writing, these do not have to be song fics, these are just meant to be prompts to inspire whatever story, art, etc. you may have inside of you, no use of lyrics or any mention of music required, it doesn’t even really need to be related to the song as a whole in anyway, so no knowledge of Taylor Swift is required

All types of media are welcome!! This includes, but is not limited to, writing, artwork, gifsets, video edits. Whatever you can come up with, you are more than welcome to share!

Interpretation is completely up to you!! Whatever idea comes to your mind, just roll with it, there is no wrong way to do it

You can complete as many or as few prompts as you wish

If you choose to post your work, please tag it with #cruel summer at stalag 13

Please wait until the day of the prompt to post, and late submissions are always welcome!

And most importantly, have fun :D

If you have any questions at all, please do not hesitate to reach out to me, I promise I don’t bite lol

Without further ado, prompts are below the cut! If the prompt is a lyric, I put the title of the song they’re from after it in parentheses. There’s also a picture after the text (and quick shout out to @annieslytherpuff21 for some of these suggestions!)

A Place in This World

It’s a typical Tuesday night (You Belong With Me)

Dear John

I remember it all too well (All Too Well)

Hung my head as I lost the war / And the sky turned black like a perfect storm (Clean)

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

Death by a Thousand Cuts

Back when I was livin’ for the hope of it all (August)

Crescent moon, coast is clear (Ivy)

Sometimes I wonder which one’ll be your last lie (Vigilante Shit)

You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray (Cold as You)

I close my eyes and the flashback starts (Love Story)

Innocent

Now I’m lying on the cold hard ground (I Knew You Were Trouble)

Out of the Woods

New Year’s Day

It’s Nice to Have a Friend

Peace

Past the blood and bruise / Past the curses and cries (Happiness)

I should not be left to my own devices (Anti-Hero)

I’ve been a lot of lonely places / I’ve never been on the outside (The Outside)

It’s hard to fight when the fight ain’t fair (Change)

Do you still feel like you know what you’re doing / Cause I don’t think you do (Better Than Revenge)

Starlight

It’s poker, he can’t see it in my face / But I’m about to play my ace (New Romantics)

Don’t Blame Me

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes (Cruel Summer)

Epiphany

Tolerate It

Mastermind

All that bloodshed, crimson clover (The Great War)

#hogan's heroes #prompt list #cruel summer at stalag 13

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chertila3000 · 2 years ago

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Name: Cuphead Hat

Age: 25

Height: 2

Race: living thing

Family: mother. younger brother, stepfather

Occupation: Potion master and bar owner

Weapon: Catalyst

Eye of God: dendro

Based characters: Albedo, Dilyuk, Bai Zhu

Story: The young porcelain is the son of the local influential Count Black Heth, with whom the young man was not on good terms. Their mother married her husband. for an ordinary peasant and gave birth to a cup and his brother from him, after which the whole family abruptly renounced them, but after the death of a poor husband, caring relatives quickly passed her off as the first worthy applicant who would agree to take a young widow with children. The Black Hat turned out to be so noble that he did not want to babysit babies, but he was not at all averse to re-educating strangers. But soon the eternal quarrels with the rebellious teenager got tired of him and the young cup was forced to leave his mother and younger brother From childhood, the boy was fascinated by plants and their unusual properties, and one of the workers of his foster father, Dr. Flög, instilled in him even more love for these gifts of nature, forcing the guy to re-read thick encyclopedias dozens of times.

After leaving home, he apprenticed to a local alchemist, along the way earning money wherever possible to pay for his living, as well as future projects. because he was not going to accept handouts from his mother, who was still trying to bring her son home. Soon the guy regretted that he had not seen her as often as possible. Soon the countess fell ill and literally died a few days later. On that ill-fated day, young porcelain did not restrain his emotions, he sobbed, tore and threw. shouted and blamed his foster father, nurses, doctors, damn fate itself.The estate slowly began to be covered with thorny vines, braiding everything around. It was then that the eye of God shone in the hand of the cup. Anger was immediately blocked by surprise when, on the cold body of his mother, he noticed traces of a mysterious kind. He immediately opened the crystal coffin, in which they were going to bury his mother, like a princess from a fairy tale. Strange marks were located on the palms and lips of the dead woman. Despite his grief, the young count still demanded an examination of the body. An examination of the best doctors showed that the countess was poisoned with a completely new kind of poison. After that, a long investigation of the young count began, which he continues to this day, and it seems that he is almost close to unraveling, as well as to retribution, for the death of his beloved mother. But this case could finally bring the son closer to his father and younger brother, and he no longer disdained to occasionally run into the previously hated estate.

In addition to alchemy and potion making, Cuphead also took up entrepreneurship in order to quickly collect the necessary funds for his projects, but as his small business, he chose a small bar where he worked at night and went to study in the morning. Something, but he knew how to stir bright fragrant liquids. Having collected a small fortune, he was able to buy his small estate, most of which he turned into a laboratory.The only consolation in the life of the porcelain was his younger brother, whom he began to strongly patronize after the loss of his mother, and then the son of a local master, Benjamin. The bright, emotional, always hot little devil made the cold porcelain smile more than once. The boy ran into his bar more than once to refresh himself with mint herbal drinks after a long and hard work, quite showing off his achievements, not forgetting to ask about the success of the blond. And when he nevertheless got to the degree, he arranged good performances with dances and songs, which made all the local bards nervously smoke on the sidelines.

#genshin impact #giau #cuphead #cuphead dont deal with the devil #babtqftim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine

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cyril-dela-8109574 · 2 years ago

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Copied from my brief review of this project on Bandcamp: Just a sensational project of sampling, archival interpolations of Beatles lore, and bombastic Wu-Tang Clan collective verses. Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm across the universe to the Octopus's Garden with Rocky Raccoon and I Me Mine.

Enter the Magical Mystery Chambers, a 2011 project created by UK record producer and DJ Tom Caruana, is essentially the symbolic successor in composition and vision to American musician/record producer Danger Mouse's 2004 The Grey Album. 7 years prior, Danger Mouse isolated instrumentals and samples of The Beatles' self-titled ninth album (more popularly known as The White Album), which he then incorporated into a flipped version of Jay-Z's 2003 classic The Black Album. The end result was a striking experiment that utilized the Lads from Liverpool in a rather stripped-down yet engaging manner of beat chopping and looping. The influence of their melodies and instrumentals sonically transformed the Jay-Z a capella tracks from his well-acclaimed eighth album.

While Jay-Z's retirement after The Black Album's release turned out to be a lie after he returned to music with his ninth studio album Kingdom Come released in 2006, Danger Mouse faced the truth of his sampling experiment being met with cease-and-desist letters from British music label EMI. The transnational company owned the copyright for virtually all Beatles discographies in distribution. However, their attempts to stop record sales of The Grey Album were met with widespread advocacy campaigns in support of Danger Mouse's project. In fact, both represented parties in the remixed album -- both Jay-Z and the surviving members of The Beatles (Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr) -- were said to have approved of The Grey Album. Jay-Z stated in a 2010 interview with NPR that he "[thought] it was a really strong album. I champion any form of creativity, and that was a genius idea -- to do it. And it sparked so many others like it... I was honored to be on -- you know, quote-unquote, the same song with The Beatles." Comparatively, McCartney appraised The Grey Album as an example of how The Beatles' music interacted with Black American music: "It was really cool when hip-hop started, you would hear references in lyrics, you always felt honored. It's exactly what we did in the beginning – introducing black soul music to a mass white audience. It's come full circle. It's, well, cool. When you hear a riff similar to your own, your first feeling is 'rip-off.' After you've got over it you think, 'Look at that, someone's noticed that riff.'"

Two thoughts come to my mind in response to two particular positions I found disagreeable from the information presented up to this point. 1) Paul McCartney seemingly presents a position of ownership that he and his former bandmates possessed over the rock/rhythm and blues/soul/jazz/etc. genres that he says The Beatles 'traded influences with' prior to The Grey Album's creation. In response to Paul, I must say... ehh. Nah, sir. I would argue that an asymmetrical relationship can be found between the black music influences for which The Beatles absorbed and whitewashed when interpreting them for audiences of primarily millions of privileged, cis, het, white Americans, who ate Beatlemania up. Several early Beatles songs from their first four studio albums featured covers of songs initially composed and/or made popular by successful yet relatively underrated contemporary Black artists at the time. These covered songs include the following:

Arthur Alexander's "Anna (Go to Him)", The Shirelles's "Boys" and "Baby It's You", The Isley Brothers's "Twist and Shout", The Marvelettes' "Please Mr. Postman", Chuck Berry's "Roll Over Beethoven" and "Rock and Roll Music", Smokey Robinson and the Miracles' "You Really Got a Hold on Me", The Donays' "Devil in his Heart", Barrett Strong's "Money (That's What I Want"), Roy Lee Johnson's "Mr. Moonlight", and a combination of Wilbert Harrison and Little Richard's respective versions of "Kansas City/Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey!"

If anything, what this list of compiled songs that The Beatles had covered demonstrates is the sheer impact that Black American music instead possessed over The Beatles. The music that The Beatles played for the entire world to hear was picked and chosen from the soul, Motown, R&B, and rock tunes who the Merseyside Mop Tops were trying to emulate. As a result of their efforts, The Beatles were disproportionately crowned as music royalty regardless of all musical appropriation tactics they had employed to get to this point.

I must acknowledge, too, that this perspective comes from a longtime Beatles fan since I was 10 years old. I fall into this overwhelming, engaging, toxic culture we call Beatles fandom. I spent years attempting to learn dozens of John Lennon-style rhythmic guitar arrangements for popular Beatles songs. I even grew out my hair to achieve the aspirational bangs of a mop top when I was eleven! I viewed this group as infallible... and now, I must admit that my worship failed to acknowledge rightful criticism being lodged towards the English band who, for some diehard fans, catalyzed the development of popular music for decades to come.

There is much more to be said about how The Beatles were the product of the beat/mod music scene in 1960s Northern England that was often centered around northern soul -- where predominantly white dance clubs were enthralled by the experience of dancing wildly to Black American southern soul records while stimulated on amphetamines. There is even more to be said of how The Beatles utilized American folk rock and Indian raga influences as momentary experimentations during their years of psychedelic, purple hazes (I am not sure if The Beatles had a personal relationship with the greatest rock soloist ever known in popular music: Jimi Hendrix). But alas, I must simplify my argument to this: Paul McCartney is wrong when describing The Grey Album as the music of The Beatles 'coming full circle.' If I were to correct this logic, The White Album and The Black Album would instead be described as reciprocally related; both equally borrow from and are shaped by music elements of the past while also presenting outstanding, innovative displays of musical greatness (e.g., Jay-Z's "Encore", The Beatles' "While My Guitar Gently Weeps").

2) Secondly, my further critique of this unexpectedly longwinded discussion of The Grey Album is to also critique the project for its shortcomings; by it being an experiment, the project is rough around the edges in terms of its execution. The samples incorporated by Danger Mouse are limited by the extent of where the original Beatles instrumentals venture in terms of beat flip-ability. The rap rock/at-times trip hop experiment can become repetitive and one-dimensional in the way it loops original Beatles song samples. It is, to me, a prototype of sampling projects to come.

A rightful usurper for the greatest project to mashup The Beatles with hip-hop surely did come with the release of Enter the Magical Mystery Chambers. In contrast to The Grey Album, little information about the musicological history of the former project could be found when I was conducting my Google search-based research prior to writing this blog entry. Tom Caruana is not as widely known as Danger Mouse, with his 2011 remix album likely undergoing countless rounds of music sample copyright battles. In contrast to Danger Mouse, Caruana is not supported by online campaigns to provide him overwhelming support of his work while facing legal challenges. Several uploads of this project have come and gone in their limited stays upon YouTube (which is a common streaming platform for more informal postings that may not clear the rigorous regulatory requirements put in place by, say, Spotify).

With this Tumblr post, here is my attempt to uplift this album that truly deserves much wider praise. Whereas The Grey Album falls slightly short because of the simplicity of its utilized samples, Enter the Magical Mystery Chambers is an astoundingly imaginative album in terms of how it expands upon said musical sampling. Caruana channels the ability to do so by crate-digging and flipping jazz/ska covers of Beatles original songs. To provide an example of this effective mixing and layering of samples, I want to highlight my favorite track from the project: "Forget Me Not." On this mix of the song, Caruana meshes a pitched-down spin of Jamaican guitarist Ernest Ranglin's heavenly cover of the McCartney-led "You Won't See Me" with bass, snare, and the sharp tongue of Wu-Tang killer bee Inspectah Deck lamenting about a decaying relationship with his momentary flame. A brief break ensues, with the archival recording beginning to play that is an interview of Paul McCartney about how he copes with the attention of multiple girls. This clip is then followed by snippet recordings of excited Beatles fans describing their attempts trying their darndest to make it into the private rooms of the four Liverpool Lads when they were on tour. The end result is an extremely fun, head-bopping mastery of a soul sample featuring an original Beatles melody, a wonderful ska instrumental cover, and a member of the Wu-Tang Clan collective sharing in the sentiments aired by the original song's lyrics.

This song is just a start for interpreting the immense creativity featured within Enter the Magical Mystery Chambers. Throughout the rest of the songs, Caruana continues to demonstrate the perfect balance of Beatles melody, Wu-Tang rhymes, and unearthed sampling deep cuts for providing the basis of the project. There is much more I can say about each song demonstrating a significant amount of intention being put into blending The Beatles and The Wu-Tang Clan through sonic chemistry and overlapping lyrical themes. However, it is 5 in the morning as I finish up this blog entry. I am tired. And so, I encourage you, reader, to give the full album a listen for yourself. Experience what I mean when I say that this project eclipses the sampling capabilities initially shown in The Grey Album. Tom Caruana's Enter the Magical Mystery Chambers is truly an internet music marvel to behold that meets the perfect middle point for a longtime Beatles fan turned hip-hop snob turned aspiring jazz enjoyer (i.e., it is a perfect album, in my eyes). And I think that you will enjoy listening to it, too.

To listen through Tom Caruana's Enter the Magical Mystery Chambers (2011), click here (you can also support the artist by purchasing an online copy!): Enter The Magical Mystery Chambers | Wu Tang vs The Beatles | Tom Caruana Remix Projects (bandcamp.com)

To listen to The Grey Album (2004) project by Danger Mouse, check it out here (this link may expire due it being posted on YouTube and potentially being shut down if it were to receive several copyright strikes): https://youtu.be/X-iA7AyFlU0

#the beatles #wu tang clan #mashup #hiphop #music history #sampling #Bandcamp

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