#THE FINAL FANTASY DJ GUY

[noxtivagus]

once again i implore you to listen to ffxiv ost 🙏

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 6

Part 5

Come for the sugar daddy fantasy stay for my everybody-loves-steve agenda

Eddie insisted on helping Steve with his suit the night of the soiree. Steve allowed him into his apartment for the first time, after some extensive cleaning. Eddie was already dressed in his suit, red, no shirt underneath. He took the garment bag from Eddie, kissed his lips, and then went to his bedroom. Eddie got a glimpse of his nest before the door was shut.

"Uhh? Baby?"

"No peeking", Steve said from behind the door.

"Babyyyy", Eddie whined, pressing his face to the wood.

Steve grinned to himself as he listened, getting dressed on his own anyway. "I don't want to be late. And if I let you 'help' that's exactly what will happen."

It wasn't just what Eddie would do. It was what Steve would let him get away with. It would be very easy to let Eddie in and then tumble in his nest. The thought of letting Eddie's scent mix in... Steve wondered if he could get away with sneaking a piece of his clothing away. But Eddie had promised him a fun night out and said he'd be meeting his bandmates as well.

He finished getting dressed and came out. Eddie stumbled, being nearly glued to the door. Steve almost made a joke about falling for him.

"You gonna be this attached to me all night?", he asked instead.

Eddie righted himself and stood up straight. "If I let you out of my sight, the wolves will descend on you Lil Red."

Steve put his hands on Eddie's chest and leaned in. "Good thing I've got a big, strong woodsman to keep me safe~"

Since it was a band event, Eddie had a personal driver this time. That meant he could sit in the backseat and play with Steve the whole way. Eddie's hand was firm on Steve's thigh while the other held his hip. He'd wanted to bury them in Steve's tresses but one firm tap and reprimand 'don't touch the hair' and here they were.

Eddie was nibbling on Steve's neck, wishing he could put something more permanent on him. Let others know who he belonged to. When they arrived, Steve took a moment to get himself together. Eddie thought he looked just as radiant now as he did with sex-tousled hair but he liked seeing his baby primp too.

Eddie led him, arm in arm, into a nightclub. The music was energetic but didn't really seem to fit with Eddie's usual metal scene. Steve had done some research on the band, listened to a few songs, learned the other members names too. So even through the blaring music, he was able to understand when Eddie brought them over to a reserved table where the rest of them awaited.

"So this is the guy?", Jeff asked.

"This must be the guy", Gareth nodded.

"Can't be anyone else but the guy", Grant raised his glass to Steve.

Steve smiled at Eddie. "You've been telling them about me?"

"You're a secret I don't wanna keep, babydoll", Eddie smiled back.

"DJ here is mixing a set around one of our albums", Jeff said. "Kind of a little promotion for us. And when we share the video, he'll get a bump too."

"I thought this was a little out of the box for your sound", Steve said.

"You listen to our music?", Eddie asked.

Steve shrugged, playing it off. "I've dabbled." He leaned into Eddie's space to take a sip from the drink in his hand. "What about you? Do you dabble in this?"

"Not quite my scene, no. I'm an appreciator of most genres though."

"Can we finally break the silence on Eddie's jazz phase?", Gareth said.

"What's wrong with jazz?", Steve asked.

"Music was fine", Grant clarified, "He just got super pretentious about the different subgenres."

"He was insufferable", Gareth added.

"What about you guys, then?", Steve pointed the question to them. "Are you into this kind of music?"

"It's something to dance to", Jeff replied.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Care to dance?", Steve asked.

Jeff gave a look to Eddie, asking permission. Amused, Steve also looked to Eddie for his response. Eddie's arm had been wrapped rather possessively around him for most of the night, so he could feel how antsy Steve was getting. Eddie gave his hip a pat.

"Go have fun."

Steve kissed his cheek and then went down to the dance floor with Jeff. He loved to move and he'd been itching to dance all night, but Eddie didn't seem like a dancer, at least not to this kind of music. And he wasn't about to just go out and dance with someone random in the club. Jeff was the perfect partner, knowing when to be close and when to give him space.

He felt a finger tap his shoulder and when he turned, Grant was there. Following the beat of the music, Steve gave him his attention. He was able to catch Eddie's eyes just once and saw the hunger in his eyes. When Gareth came to dance, he was a little more hesitant to touch Steve until Steve himself pulled Gareth's hands to him.

The way they all touched him was polite but there was an underlying desire. They were showing appreciation, but they weren't going to challenge the pseudo-claim Eddie had on him. He caught Eddie's gaze again and it was darker this time. He began to walk off the dance floor, ignoring a few calls from voices he didn't recognize.

Steve returned to Eddie and straddled his lap. "Sure I can't tempt you to dance?"

"There's not a thing you can't tempt me into, sweetheart. But you'll have to give me something dance-able. Liked seein' you have fun though. My boys take care of you?"

"Mhm, they were very gentlemanly." Steve's hand dipped under Eddie's suit jacket, needing skin to skin contact.

"Music to my ears", Eddie said against Steve's lips before meeting them. He growled against his mouth as he was able to detect the scents of his friends on him. Steve was pack. Steve was his.

Eddie practically dragged him out of the club and back into the car. The door was barely closed before Steve was in his lap again. He was writhing, probably very close to ruining the nice suit pants.

"Come with me", Eddie breathed.

"Yes, Daddy", Steve moaned into his ear.

"No I mean, on tour. Come with me on tour baby."

Steve paused in his humping to look in Eddie's eyes. "You want me along for the ride?"

Eddie nodded, eyes wide and big as if there was ever a chance that Steve would say no. But he also couldn't just say yes.

"For how long?"

Eddie licked his lips. "Two months."

"My job..."

"I'll take care of anything you need", Eddie said quickly.

"My apartment-"

"I'll handle it, baby. Just please say you'll come."

Steve's head tilted to the side. Robin's words echoed in his head. Wasn't this the scenario he'd been running from? An alpha having control over his life? If for even a moment, Eddie changed his mind about him, he'd be out a job and a home. Steve looked back down at him and that was his undoing.

"I'll need a new suitcase, and wardrobe, and-"

"Done, done, and whatever else you can think of, it's done." Eddie kissed him in elation, much sweeter than anything else they'd done all night.

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Steve at least tried to sell the whole 'can I bounce for two months and come back later' at his job but obviously that didn't fly. It was fine. It wasn't really the work or even the miniscule paycheck he was attached to. It was simply the comfort of doing the same thing in the same place every day. He could fill out applications on the road and get the same job anywhere.

True to his word, Eddie took him out shopping just a couple of days later.

"I meant to tell you", Eddie said as they walked through the mall. He was dressed very casually in jeans and a t-shirt under a vest with the band's logo on the back. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he kept his shades on inside. "That lunch meeting with sushi? Went pretty good. Your advice worked."

"You sound surprised", Steve teased. He was wearing a green sweater and light jeans.

"Not surprised, beautiful. Just in awe." Eddie put an arm around him as he led him into the first store.

Just like at the tailor's Eddie let Steve loose, letting him pick and choose what he wanted. After the third store, Steve was looking at him hesitantly.

"You're really going to spoil me. Going to turn me into a brat and anything."

"What? You? My sweet angel babydoll? Never", Eddie smirked. "You're acting like no one's ever lavished you like this."

Steve shrugged. "Well, not like this but-", then he thought better of it. "Never mind."

"I don't think so, baby. I think I deserve at least one story of past-Steve. You got to google search my life story."

"How do you know I didn't ask Jeeves?"

Eddie put a hand to his heart, then took his hat off like a sign of respect. "RIP to a real one. But you're not gonna distract me, Stevie. I feel like you've been keeping something from me. Not something big, just something you don't think I should know."

Breaking his gaze from Eddie's, Steve spied a restaurant inside the mall. "Let's eat."

Eddie had them get a booth in the back, figuring Steve would want some modicum of privacy for this. He wasn't expecting a bombshell, but he figured it must mean something to Steve.

"So, when you met me, you probably thought I was this... downtrodden, poor omega with nowhere to go." That rainy night seemed so long ago.

"That's not what I thought at all", Eddie said with a shake of his head. "Honestly thought you were waiting for someone. Made no sense to me that you were all alone."

Steve smiled. "Well, I wasn't always alone. Not physically, at least. My parents are Layton and Margaret Harrington. They've got a hand in a lot of things but most of our money comes from apple orchards of all things."

"So you're the heir to a vast apple fortune", Eddie surmised.

"Was the heir to a vast fortune."

"Is there a story behind that?", Eddie asked, watching Steve pick at his food.

"Not an original one", Steve said with a chuckle. "They paraded the alpha sons of their associates. I was also paraded. I was offered a life where all I had to do was look nice and speak little and eventually bring up the next generation of whatever old money family my parents chose for me... It was suffocating."

Eddie's leg stuck out from under the table and rubbed against his. "You got your own place. And your own job. You got out. Why would you keep this from me though? Doesn't sound particularly scandalous."

"I don't know", Steve shook his head. "Maybe I didn't want you to think I was a gold digger, or maybe I didn't want you to think I had super high expectations, or-it just felt like I shouldn't tell you. I'm tired of carrying my parents around."

"They're really that loaded?"

"Didn't you hear me say 'old money'?"

"Is there some scorned ex-fiance I should be worried about?"

"Hmmmnope."

"You sure about that, sweetness?"

"I'm sure. None of them are looking for me. And none of them hold a candle to you."

Eddie could understand wanting to leave the past in the past. After eating, they continued their shopping spree. Eddie paused at a costume shop that showed a few of the outfits on mannequins in the window. Steve followed his line of sight and grinned.

"Gimme your card."

"Sure, what for?", Eddie asked as he handed it over to Steve.

"For a surprise. Go get a pretzel. I'll text you when I'm ready." He kissed Eddie's cheek and then went into the costume shop.

Whipped like cream, Eddie did in fact go get a pretzel, fantasizing about all the little outfits Steve could be buying right now. When they met up, he wasn't allowed to peek. So while he knew there must be a costume of some kind in Steve's wardrobe now, he was oblivious to the lingerie he'd bought as well.

Part 7

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[em1i2a3]

Pieces of You (Bjorn One Shot)

Bjorn x fem!reader

Summary: After a night of confessions you and Bjorn stopped speaking to one another, but during one fateful get together when the both of you reunite things change significantly for the both of you, for better or for worse.

Author’s Note: Hey peeps. I am finally finished college, and thankfully I am going to be taking a bit of a break before going back and continuing my education, meaning I’m going to have so much more time to write! As a celebration I made this One Shot extra long. It was supposed to be out yesterday but I wanted to add more to it, and evidently it got out of hand lol. I hope that everyone enjoys this!

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, DNI if you’re a minor! There’s dirty dancing in this, smoking of the devils lettuce (weed), P in V sex (unprotected, wrap it before you tap it though, this is all fantasy here), swearing, oral sex (female receiving), and a little bit of best friends to lovers tropes but not really, you’ll get what I mean when you read it. Hopefully I didn’t miss anything.

A p.s from the author: Fucking love 070 Shake, and this song was so fucking good in setting the tone for the writing of this one shot! Such an underrated song.

Word Count: 8,734 (told you it was a big one���.That’s what she said btw lol)

The club was electric that night. The smell of sweat, perfume, and cigarettes intermixed, and the air was thick with heat, combining with the hypnotic bass that shook the core of your chest as you nursed a drink at the bar. You stirred the ice around in your glass, taking a sip, allowing the sweet and bitter liquid to burn down your throat, watching the crowd of bodies move rhythmically to the music. The lights strobed in sync with the beat, pulsating streaks of neon blues, pinks, and greens bounced off the mirrors surrounding the dancefloor. The DJ had turned on the smoke machine, which caused the entire scene to have this haze over it, so all you could see was the shadows of the people who moved against one another, and the sporadic arms that popped above the crowd once in a while. A finger tapped on your shoulder, interrupting your observations, your eyes shooting over to your side where Tyler was standing, a smile draped across his lips as he leaned in.

“Sorry, we’re late! Got caught up!” He yelled over the music, motioning behind him. You peeked over his shoulder, seeing Navarro, Rain, Kay and Andy looking around at the crowd, enamoured by the action that was happening, and the buzz that was palpable in the space.

“It’s alright! I’m only one drink in!” You responded loudly holding up your glass and using the step on the stool you were sitting on to give yourself a little bit of height. He was looking down at your outfit, taken aback by what you had worn tonight. The top you had chosen was skin-tight, black and strapless with sheer lace detailing that left nothing to the imagination. The material hugged you in all the right places, showing off the figure that you hid under your work clothes most of the time, and it didn’t end there. The bottoms you chose were a pair of leather shorts that had silver zippers going down the sides and the front, with leather buckles along your thighs to simulate a harness effect. It was an interesting look, to say the least, and it was certainly eye-catching.

“You didn’t give me the memo that we were wearing BDSM stuff tonight, I would’ve busted out my assless chaps.” Tyler joked, causing you to playfully slap his arm, laughing loudly at his comment.

“Just wanted to try something different, that's all.” Tyler raised his eyebrows at the comment.

”Well this is definitely different, a good kind of different, but still a bit surprising coming from someone who bundles into those oversized sweaters all the time.” He responded, glancing down one more time at you with a little smile. He liked when you let yourself go, typically you weren’t one to be the life of the party, not one bit, ever since you guys were preteens you were this rule follower who didn’t want to disappoint anyone, but this change was definitely welcoming. Too bad your upbeat mood was going to change. You were about to say something, when suddenly a pair of familiar hands grabbed Tyler’s shoulders, the ring on the person's pointer finger that you had a matching one of gave it away, and your stomach lurched just at the sight. It was Bjorn. Your face fell, as all the joy was sucked out of the room, you didn’t want to see that guy, and you were going to make sure it wasn’t going to happen.

“For fuck sake.” Was all that came out of your mouth before you grabbed your drink and walked towards the smoking patio. You pushed open the door, and joined the small crowd of people who were leaning against the wall either getting some air or actually having a cigarette. You downed the rest of your drink, the burn of the alcohol now nonexistent at this point, a sigh escaping your throat as you put the glass down on the ledge beside you. The door opened again, revealing Tyler, his hands deep in the pockets of his straight cut pants, a remorseful look gleaming in his eyes. You were about to say something, but he raised a finger up, causing you to pause.

”I know you told me not to bring him…I get it. But y/n…We couldn’t possibly leave him at the trailer. It’s unfair what he’s been doing but we also live with the guy, we wouldn’t hear the end of it.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

”It’s more than unfair Tyler. I know I said some hurtful things but he fucking ripped my heart out and then decided to ignore me when I tried to make amends. Now he gets to intrude on plans and pick and choose when he wants to bite his tongue and come along with you guys?” You questioned, your throat tightening slightly “How is that right, and how the fuck is that fair to me when he refused to be honest with me?” You added, remembering the last time you spoke to him.

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You had sat beside Bjorn on the couch as the both of you were watching some weird action movie he had chosen from the little collection he had built over the past few years. You weren’t really into it, you were just there because you wanted to be around Bjorn, that was the motivation for hanging out around him. You liked being in his presence, the way he made you feel, and of course the way he held your hand out of comfort, he used to always pay you a compliment on how warm or soft they were before intertwining his fingers between yours and it always made your stomach turn.

The both of you had been friends for so long that you knew everything about each other, if someone asked you to name off any fun facts about Bjorn you would have a never ending list. There were so many things people didn’t know about him, and if it wasn’t for how close you were to him, you would’ve never been able to see what he was truly like beneath the hard exterior he put on.

That night though you were determined to talk to him. Your feelings had been eating away at you bit by bit, and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You were starting to think about him throughout the day, and every time you did you could feel your palms become sweaty and you visually looked flushed with a permanent blush red plastered on your cheeks. It was hard to power through your feelings, and you had high hopes that once things were out in the open it would allow the both of you to move forward together hopefully, that was not the case though, and you would come to regret the decision you made in telling him.

The credits rolled and he leaned back against the cushions with a sigh, one arm draped over the edge of the couch, looking over at you, seeing that you were deep in thought. He reached over, and grabbed your hand, running his calloused thumb over the smooth skin, over the little blemishes that were barely noticeable without feeling, which drew your attention to him.

“You alright?” He asked, shifting closer to you, “You seem like you’ve got a lot on your mind.” He added, his thumb drawing ovals around the skin on the back of your hand now, the heat slowly creeping up your chest. You took in a shaky breath.

”I…I need to tell you something.” His relaxed expression shifted, his eyes filling with concern, making your heart squeeze. He sat up a little bit more, his whole body now turned to you.

”You’re worrying me y/n…What’s going on?” Your stomach was churning. Yes, you had planned to tell him everything tonight, but now you were starting to grow anxious under his gaze, your throat feeling like it was closing around a giant lump that was beginning to form, pulling your eyes from his for a moment, letting them go down to his hand. You looked at the ring on his pointer finger, the engravement of Roman numerals of the day you guys had your first scavenging trip together glistening in the dim light,

“I…I like you…More than this.” You hesitated, feeling the air being sucked out of the room when the words left your mouth. A few minutes passed, until you decided to look at the frozen and unreadable expression that was plastered on Bjorn’s face. “I thought I could ignore it or that I would get over the feelings, but I can’t. It just kept getting more and more intense.” He looked down at your hands, there was a hint of hesitation that flashed from behind his eyes, his lips pressing into a thin line. The silence was overtaking the both of you again, every second breaking down the remaining composure you had.

“Can you please say something…” You pleaded, your voice cracking, feeling the warmth of his hands leave yours. There was a pang in your heart, realizing that this was not going the way you expected. You watched him closely, seeing the cogs turning behind his eyes, trying to choose his words carefully. His voice was quiet when he replied.

”I don’t feel the same way.” It felt like a blow straight to your chest, your gaze tore away from his, trying to process his response as level headed as possible.

”You don’t?” Your volume was just above a whisper, as tears began to brim your eyes, looking back at him, now focusing on his expressions.

”No,” He replied quickly, his bottom lip shaking a bit, not because of any overwhelming emotions, but because that was one of his tells. You knew him well enough, there were just things that he couldn’t control and that was the way his body involuntarily reacted when he was lying to someone. It made your heart break even more, knowing that he wasn’t telling you the truth, you thought you were friends, and friends don’t lie to each other.

”You’re lying…” Your voice was steady, and somewhat stern. It surprised you that even though you were going through your own set of feelings you still chased for answers. Bjorn’s brows furrowed.

”What?” His tone was laced with disbelief.

”You’re lying.” You repeated, you were hurting, and you could feel the anger bubbling in your stomach, burning in your chest, begging to be released. “You do feel the same way, you’re just too scared to admit it.”

“That’s not true,” He snapped back, scoffing at your accusation, standing up from the couch, now growing defensive. You raised to your feet as well, wanting to even up the playing field.

”I can see it in your fucking facial expressions. You can’t even look at me Bjorn!” You saw his fists clench at his sides, you could see the way all the emotions in him began to converge, brewing a storm over his face.

“I said I don’t feel the same way.” He repeated, his voice now cracking, another betrayal gifted from his own body.

“Bjorn…Why are you lying to me…Why can’t you just be honest with yourself and tell me the truth.” Your voice trembled, gulping, trying to get rid of the lump that still resided in your throat.

“Because it doesn’t matter y/n!” He shouted, the aggression making you jump in your own skin, flinching at the frustration, “What the fuck do you want me to say? That I fucking care about you? That I’ve thought about being with you? Fine. I have. But it doesn’t change the situation y/n.” The tears now welled up in the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall down your cheeks, your heart fracturing into a thousand cracks.

”You thought about it,” You echoed his words with bitterness lacing your voice, “And decided what? That I’m not worth it? That I wouldn’t stick with you? We’ve been friends for years Bjorn.” He watched as you brought your hand up to your puffy eyes, pressing against the corners to wipe the tears that were forming.

”You d-don’t understand-“

“No, I don’t,” You interrupted, “I don’t understand why you’re running away, and I don’t understand why you’re fucking lying to me.” Bjorn didn’t continue with what he was going to say, his silence was louder than any excuse he was going to offer at that point. You shook your head at him.

”You’re a coward,” You said quietly, watching his face twist, guilt flashing in his eyes, as he watched you collect your things, stuffing them into your backpack, before pushing past him. By the time you reached the door tears were gushing down your cheeks, and as you opened it to leave you could hear Bjorn sniffle.

“I’m sorry y/n.” Was all he could say, but it wasn’t enough for you at that point, you slammed the door behind you, and he let you go.

———-

Tyler grabbed your shoulders, tilting your head up so he was in your line of sight.

”I know he hurt you, and I’m sorry y/n…I really am, but you can’t let this get you down, you have been so tough, you’ve been recovering and putting yourself back out there, and hey, look at where you are right now and how you’re dressed! Ignore that moron for the night, okay? Go have fun.” His words were encouraging, Tyler always had that sort of energy to him, he would take situations like this and make it easier to handle, and you were thankful for his words at that point. You leaned against him, wrapping your arms around his torso to give him a hug. He returned the gesture.

”Thanks Tyler.” You mumbled against his shirt, his hand giving you a gentle pat on your back as he pulled away.

”Now let’s get back in there huh?” He suggested, with you nodding in agreement. Tyler held the door open for you, allowing you to go back into the club first, letting the deep, chest thumping bass surround you again. The both of you walked back to the bar, and Tyler ordered you another drink as you slipped a few greetings to the group, avoiding Bjorn all together even though you could feel his eyes on you, watching you closely. He was shocked that you didn’t leave the building, apart from the little scene you had pulled just a few moments ago, but there was something in him that was glad you didn’t bail on everyone. He wanted to see you, it had been too long, and he needed this opportunity to try to mend the burned bridges.

For those two months of not talking you were diligent in following your plan of not being around him, and you had pulled away from the friend group because of that choice. Tyler was the only one who reached out and stuck around, but he did pass on the information to the rest of the group so they understood that it wasn’t something they did that caused the rift, you didn’t want them blaming themselves on the account of Bjorn’s lack of communication. You missed the dynamic though and you were glad that they accepted the invite you gave them even on such short notice.

”You’re looking really good tonight!” Kay yelled over the music, “It’s very…Different!” She exclaimed, looking down at your outfit. You smiled at her compliment, a blush forming on your cheeks as you took a sip of your drink.

”I thought I’d try out a new look.” You responded, “I’m glad it’s a hit.” You could see her laugh but you couldn’t hear it through all the bass that was drowning the high pitched noises out of the room.

“Well maybe you should test it out on the dance floor, I’m sure there’s a lot of guys here that are wanting to take you home tonight.” Your goal wasn’t to hookup with anyone but you were willing to step out of the box and see where the night took you, so you tilted your head back, and guzzled the remnants of your drink, wiping your wet lips with the back of your hand and shuddering at the sheer intensity of the alcohol that burned down your throat. Everyone was looking at you at this point, shocked by the way you had downed the filled glass that quickly, aware that tonight a different version of you was coming out to play.

“Guess there’s no harm in trying hmm?” You shot back, putting the glass down onto the bar, the person behind the counter taking it away quickly. You felt nervous staring out into the packed crowd, the way the women moved, and swayed, how they let themselves go, the rhythm overtaking them and their bodies. You took in a deep breath, before moving towards the sea of bodies, stepping down the set of stairs and sewing through the crowd to find a spot that was barely visible to your set of friends. You felt like you were swallowed whole as the people took you in, a mix of sweat, spilled drinks and sweet smelling perfume surrounding you like a warm hug, the bass a throbbing pulse against your chest.

You started off by swaying your hips to the music, your head rolling back exposing the sheer lining of sweat that was already glistening on your skin, as you moved your hands up the lace top letting them go above your head, like you were trying to seduce yourself in a way, twisting your torso to the beat. On the floor you didn’t blend into the crowd, you painted yourself into existence, and the people around you welcomed that willingly. Your back arched, and your hair caught the colours of the strobing light, like it was a spotlight on you. In those moments you didn’t feel eyes on you, you just felt alive.

Then you felt the presence of someone behind you, a faint brush of warmth running over your back, they didn’t touch you at first, they were taking caution, which was something you were surprised about. You smirked at the thought of being so tempting to someone that they wanted to be careful not to scare you off, and in turn you didn’t glance back at them, you wanted them to be sucked into your orbit, as you continued to sway your hips. The figure moved in sync with you, mirroring your rhythm, you could see the movements in the shadows the strobe lights caused, noting the build of the person.

He now stepped closer to you, the heat from his body practically radiating against your bare shoulders, the subtle pressure of his presence being felt as he continued to match the pace your hips moved at. His hands still didn’t touch you, but the close proximity was making your skin tingle, you felt electrified, and you couldn’t deny the energy that was flowing between the both of you.

The stranger brushed up against you, it was a subtle move, but you could tell it was deliberate, regardless of the intention it made you inhale sharply, a gasp escaping your throat. You were happy that the music was deafening at this point so they wouldn’t be able to hear your reaction. You leaned back against him, allowing your bodies to close the space the both of you had purposely left, arching your body against the sturdy figure.

Your hips rolled with the beat, teasingly slow, your bottom dragging against the front of his pants with a friction that made your breath catch in your throat. Finally, he placed his hands on your hips, the delicate touch searing its memory onto your skin, his thumbs brushing slow circles into your clothed flesh, the tips of his fingers teasing just beneath the hem of your top, testing how far you’d let him go until you pulled back. To the strangers surprise you leaned into the touch, allowing his fingers to ghost over your belly button without hiking the top up too much, your head tilted to the side inviting him to get even closer, feeling his hot breath against your exposed shoulders. He took the chance, sliding his hands up higher, his fingertips brushing against your waist, the touch sending shivers racing down your spine. In that moment, the both of you moved together, perfectly in sync, and you could’ve sworn you were one entity at that point.

The sway of your hips matched the grind of his, the connection between the both of you becoming electric as the dance floor went completely dark, the only thing lighting the room being the bar, but that was so far away by this point you were practically blind. The man’s arms wrapped around you loosely, continuing to feel your skin beneath the top, his hot breath ragged against your neck now, the faint smell of whiskey hitting your nose. You took the chance to reach your hands up behind you, tangling your fingers through the mysterious figures' hair. The length was short from what you could feel, but it was dense, good enough to pull, you thought to yourself, continuing your intoxicating movements against him as his fingers explored the curve of your ribs. The way he touched you wasn’t hurried, not in the slightest, it was like he wanted to memorize every inch of your skin like a map.

Neither of you spoke, afraid that words would ruin the moment, as the heat of him pressed into every inch of your skin. Your breathing was shallow, and you could tell the both of you were getting worked up. There was no denying that there was tension building, your stomach felt like a jar of butterflies had been crushed within it, and mixed with the alcohol you could feel your head spinning.

He unraveled his arms from around you but kept your body close, as the tips of his fingers ran down your stomach, trailing to the front of your thighs, his hands having a slight tremor while doing so, the touch stopping just above the harnesses on your legs. He settled them there for a second, your chest rising and falling at an irregular pace, his breath sticking to the curve of your neck as your hips rolled against him, earning a groan from his lips, his chest vibrating against your back. He dragged his fingers up your thighs again, settling one hand between them as the other went back to the waistband of your shorts.

You wanted him to take advantage of the darkness of the dance floor, nobody would see, nobody would even know, but you could sense there was some sort of hesitation behind his actions, and you didn’t want to pressure him, so you allowed him to be in control instead. His fingers traced just below your belly button, drawing circles gently, as you felt a pair of wet lips graze over your shoulder, eliciting a gasp from you. It was so soft you could barely feel it but the fire that it lit on your flesh almost brought you close to passing out, it was too intimate, but you couldn’t help but love the feeling it brought you.

The hand that was caressing your stomach slid around your waist, slipping into the back pocket of your shorts, as the other hand trailed up the soft skin on the inside of your thighs, not travelling up any higher, even though you were tempted to shift yourself down onto his touch. You were going to allow him to do anything to you at that point, there was no denying you would go home with him once the lights turned on. Then suddenly after one more open mouthed kiss against your neck, his touch disappeared from you, breaking the heat that was pooling between your bodies. You spun around on your heel, trying to catch a glimpse of him, but the crowd had eaten him up and the darkness wasn’t helping at that point either. Your body was still burning from his touch, but the feeling of disappointment was beginning to cool everything down, the memory of his hands on you fleeting. You reached up, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face, realizing how hot you had become from the interaction.

The quick escape had ruined everything, so just like the stranger you decided to retreat from the dancefloor, seeing Tyler, Navarro, Andy, Kay, and Rain sitting at the bar, a look of concern plastered on their faces as they yelled to each other over the music.

“We can check on him afterwards!” You caught Tyler’s words, now joining their confusion.

”Check on who?” You yelled, catching their attention. They glanced over at you, and Navarro replied.

”Bjorn, he just ran out of the place, I don’t know what’s going on with him tonight.” Your eyebrows knitted together, pulling up one of the stools between Tyler and Navarro.

“He probably saw me dancing with that guy out there and ran off.” You commented, sitting down on the seat, immediately feeling something in your back pocket. You pressed your feet against the bar, standing up momentarily to remove whatever was causing the discomfort, pulling out the all too familiar silver engraved ring with the roman numerals.

You could feel your heart stop. The stranger, the one on the dancefloor was Bjorn. You didn’t know if you should feel sick, or angry. You felt embarrassed at the fact that you hadn’t thought to look at who it was behind you, but at the same time you couldn’t believe the audacity he had to do such things to you after months of ignoring you.

“Isn’t that Bjorn’s?” Tyler asked, snapping you out of your trance, as you put it into your palm, folding your hand into a fist.

”Yeah. I better go return it to him. I’ll see you guys later.” Before Tyler could say anything in protest you left the club.

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You walked to the trailer from the club, it wasn’t that far thankfully, but by the time you had made it to the front door you had your anger from the two months built up inside you, ready to explode. You used the side of your hand to bang on the hard metal of the door, standing on the steps with your arms folded over your chest. It took a few minutes for Bjorn to open the door, surprisingly he looked calm, cool and collected, as if he was ready for this confrontation. He had a joint hanging out of the corner of his mouth, the tip of it glowing a hazy orange while he took a deep breath, removing it from between his lips to blow the smoke out towards you, a smirk appearing on his face.

”Well, if it isn’t my favorite person, come to thank me for that dance?” You pushed by him, entering the trailer with such fury that you could imagine a string of smoke following you, not waiting for an invitation from him to come in.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” You snapped, hearing Bjorn close the door behind him.

”What? No ‘hi’, no ‘how have you been Bjorn’? That’s not nice.” He mocked, as you spun around to race him, the ring tightly clenched between your fingers, holding it up to show him.

”Two months Bjorn. Two fucking months of silence, of you ignoring me, and you think now is the time to fuck around and make jokes? You’re un-fucking-believable.” His gaze stared at the ring, bringing his joint back up to his lips, taking a slow, calculated drag, his expressions unreadable. He crossed one arm over his torso, leaning against the wall behind him as he breathed out the smoke.

”I’m not joking.” He said lightly, “You looked like you needed a good time…I thought I’d oblige.” Your mouth dropped open.

”Oblige?” Your voice rising with incredulity. “You danced with me like-like-.” You gestured wildly, trying to find words to express your thoughts, as heat rushed to your cheeks, “And then! Then you just walked away and disappeared and left me to find this fucking thing.” You raised the ring at him, your hand now trembling with nerves.

”You kept it…How sweet.” You could feel the rage pumping through your veins at this point, searing your blood, making it boil.

”I didn’t keep it,” You snapped, “I came here to give it back and to ask what the fuck is wrong with you.” He scoffed.

”Wrong with me?” He pushed off the wall, pointing to himself while he stepped closer to you. “How about you? You seemed to be enjoying yourself just fine when you were grinding up against me.” Your breath hitched in your throat as he moved into your space, his familiar scent of smoke wrapping around you.

“I didn’t know it was you.” You hissed through gritted teeth, trying to restrain your anger, looking up at him, shooting daggers, his body leaning closer to you.

“You didn’t stop me though, did you?” His tone was teasing and dark, he was baiting you, and all you could do was bite, blinded by the rage.

”That’s not the point!” You shot back, throwing the ring at him, his reflexes allowing him to catch it in midair, “You don’t get to waltz back into my life, play your stupid little mind games, and then pretend like nothing fucking happened!” For a moment Bjorn’s smirk fell from his lips, his mask slipping just a little bit, a hint of sensitivity flicking through the cracks.

”Nothing happened huh?” He said quietly, “Funny…It felt like something to me.” You could feel your heart thumping against your chest, your palms growing sweaty.

”Stop trying to twist this around. You ignored me for months, Bjorn. Months. And now you think you can just…Just-”

”Just what?” He interrupted, his voice raising, the space between the both of you closing even more as he took another step towards you, putting his joint out in the process. His breath could be felt against your body at this point he was so close, “Just touch you? Just kiss your neck? Just tell you what I’ve been trying to bury within me since we’ve become friends?” His words hung heavy in the air, your eyes widening at his confession.

“What are you talking about?” You whispered, your voice barely audible to him. Bjorn ran a hand through his hair, a frustrated grunt escaping his throat.

”I’m talking about you, about how you’re always on my fucking mind…In my body…How you’re in everything I fucking see. About how I’ve tried to push it all down, ignore it, because…I don’t want to fucking lose you y/n, it scares the hell out of me. But it doesn’t matter at this point does it? Because even when I’m trying to do the right thing by trying to let you go…I can’t fucking stop thinking about you.” Your anger extinguished at his confession, and disbelief overtook you.

”Why did you lie to me then…Why did you act like you didn’t care?” Your voice was trembling at this point, as your heart raced in your chest.

”Cause like you said…I’m a coward.” He admitted, his voice rough “I shouldn’t have let you leave that night.” You looked up at him, feeling bad for what you had said to him, but still unsure of where to go from there.

”Bjorn I-“ Your words faltered, as Bjorn’s calloused hands reached out to cradle your face, holding it as if you might vanish if he were to let go. His lips crashed into yours with a hunger that was all consuming, it sent a jolt of electricity through your bodies. Your gasp was swallowed by him, the searing heat of his mouth moving against yours in such a way that you could feel every inch of your skin light ablaze. The kiss wasn’t soft nor hesitant, it was devastating, Bjorn kissed you like a person starved for touch and attention. His hands slid down your jaw and held your neck, feeling the pulse points that thumped against his thumbs.

Your hands went to his shirt, feeling the steady thrumming of his heart against your palms, as your hands fisted the fabric of the top he was wearing, pulling him even closer, kissing him back with equal fervor. One of his hands travelled down your side to hold your waist, as his lips moved with a desperation that made your knees weak, you were shocked you were still able to stand at that point. Your fingers laced into his hair, mirroring what you had done on the dancefloor, earning a groan that vibrated through you. His teeth scraped against your bottom lip, a soft, involuntary sound escaping from you, igniting something even more hungry in him. He pulled away briefly, his lips trailing down your jaw to the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“God I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” His voice was strained, like he was barely holding himself together. You shivered, feeling his light stubble brushing against the skin of your neck.

“Bjorn…” You managed to squeak out, your voice a breathy mix of plea and protest, as he pressed open mouthed kisses to your throat, his tongue trailing across the sensitive flesh, tasting your sweat. The air between the both of you grew heavy, your breath intermingling with his, fighting to get closer, to consume each other. His hands slipped under your shirt, holding onto your sides, his lips returning to yours, hungrier than the first kiss that he had given you, a need so overwhelming that it was lighting the both of you ablaze. He pulled back, breathless, resting his forehead against yours. His lips were swollen, and his pale skin was a crimson red.

“You made me feel like I meant nothing to you.” You whispered, “And then you came at me with something like this…And made it so hard to resist you.” Your fingers gripped his hair lightly.

“It killed me every second I chose to stay away, and it hurt me as much as it hurt you.” He replied, his hands coming up again to cup your face, his thumb brushing up against your cheeks, looking into your eyes, searching them for answers. “Tell me to stop y/n…Tell me to stop and I will.” His voice was barely audible at this point, almost pleading with you in a way to not tell him such things. You could feel your heart pounding in your head as you surged forward, crashing your lips into his once again, giving him the answer without words, melting into him again, getting sucked into the black hole that was your love for Bjorn. You pulled back.

”I don’t want you to stop…Please don’t stop.” He shook his head, thumb trailing under your eyes.

”I won’t stop until you tell me to.” He replied, sliding one hand down to intertwine your fingers with his, “Come with me?” He asked, his eyebrows raising, his blue eyes glazed over, the weed beginning to run through him. You squeezed his hand and nodded, untangling yourself from him as he led you down the hallway where the bedrooms were. You hadn’t been in Bjorn’s bedroom, but you assumed that’s where he was taking you. His strides were unhurried but there was intent behind every step, his thumb running over the back of your hand trying to ease his own nerves. When the both of you stopped in front of his bedroom door he took a moment to breathe, before pushing it open.

Your eyes roamed over the dimly lit disarray. A large unmade bed was in the center of the room, it’s dark grey sheets half-tangled and rumpled, you assumed he was a restless sleeper just from the status of the linen. He had a wall of photos on a corkboard near his bed, all his memories pinned randomly, you could see a few of the two of you taken candidly by Kay. The scent of him lingered faintly in the air - warm, smoky, leathery, with a light cedarwood combining everything together in a musk that was distinctly Bjorn. A pile of laundry sat in the corner of the room, not overflowing but teetering on the edge of being chaotic for one person. A mirror leaned against the far wall, tall, and rectangular, it’s frame matching the dark wood of the headboard his bed had, it seemed out of place, but it was fitting for Bjorn. All in all you could say the room looked lived in, and every detail of it carried a hint of his character - uncomplicated, rough around the edges, but magnetic.

You moved into the room more hearing Bjorn close the door behind the both of you, locking it so there would be no interruptions. You turned on your heel, looking over at him, his hands slipping into his pocket as he kicked off his boots, pushing them to the side with his foot. You did the same, your eyes staying on his, watching him step closer to you. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you could feel his hands begin to work on the latches that held your top together, his trained fingers figuring out the mechanism without even looking.

“Do you trust me?” His breath hitting the shell of your ear as he spoke, his voice low. You tilted your head to the side, looking up at him, your hand pushing his hair out from his face, cupping his cheek as you nodded. He gave you a soft kiss on your swollen lips, his hands splitting the back of your shirt apart so he could ease it off of your body. Your skin prickled in the cool air of his room, as he threw the lacy fabric to the side, his eyes roaming over the expanse of your bare flesh, taking in every detail, every blemish, every mark that your skin had displayed.

“You’re so beautiful.” You could feel your heart seize for a moment, his head leaning down to gently kiss the crook of your neck, “So so beautiful.” His lips return to yours for a brief moment, your nipples pebbling against his chest as the cool air begins to nip at your exposed skin, “Go lay on the bed.” He whispers against your ear, his fingertips ghosting along your hips, your cheeks turning hot at the instructions. You glanced over your shoulder at the bed, making your way over to it, letting yourself fall onto the memory foam, the sheets puffing around you. Your arms extended out over your head, your gaze trailing over to Bjorn, watching him remove his shirt, throwing it to the side to allow you to take in his pale skin under the yellow hue of the room. He walked around the bed, kneeling down on it, his hands sliding up your bare smooth legs, over the harnesses on your thighs, up to the waistband of your shorts.

“Move back a bit more…I want you to be able to watch me in the mirror.” He commented, helping you move yourself up towards the edge of the bed, your head hanging off slightly so your gaze met your own reflection. The angle gave you a perfect view of yourself and Bjorn, as his fingers hooked under the waistband of the shorts, tugging them down your legs, his knuckles dragging down the skin of your thighs. You helped him out by lifting your bum off the mattress, showing off the little flexibility you had, as the fabric was removed and thrown over his shoulder, “I want you to see everything I’m going to do to you.” He murmured, his body settling between your open legs. Your stomach tightened at his words, your eyes darting to the reflection, seeing his body atop yours. His lips brushed along your neck, trailing over your collarbones, his hands moving with such ease, sliding up the back of your legs, and up your thighs, tracing along the skin of your hips, goosebumps chasing the touch. His fingers hooked under the thin waistband of your black lacy panties, pulling them down slowly, looking at the skin that became exposed to him, his mouth watering at the sight, leaning down to kiss the soft skin of your hip, crumpling the underwear in his hand, his touch returning to your thighs moments later, holding them gently.

”God look at you.” He whispered, his lips trailing lower, peppering wet kisses down your thigh savoring each gasp you took. You arched into him, spreading your legs a little wider for him, your eyes locking in on the reflection, seeing Bjorn’s gaze shift to the mirror so he could look back at you, a smile coming up onto his face.

”Bjorn…” Your voice was trembling, surrendering yourself to him, feeling his hot breath fanning over your skin, his mouth brushing against your inner thigh, your hands running across his shoulders, trying to find something to ground yourself as he got closer and closer to your hot core. The image of him between your legs reflected back at you, a gasp escaping your throat as his tongue ran up between your folds, his lips wrapping around your clit, your fingers grasping his hair. His mouth worked expertly against you, his hands gripping your body as if you might disappear, your hips writhing beneath him, grinding yourself on his face, craving more pressure. He obliged, pressing his tongue harder against your soaking core, both of his hands reaching up to hold onto your wrists gently. You could see your skin begin to flush red in the dim lighting, the blood rushing to your head. The room was filled with your breathy gasps intermixing with Bjorn’s deep vibrating moans, sucking gently on your sensitive clit, moving his mouth down to lap at your soaked core, collecting your juices on his tongue, his eyes now looking up at you. His pupils were blown out, his face beet red as he watched you chant his name like a prayer, your body bucking up against him, chasing the release that was beginning to coil inside you. He intertwined his fingers between yours, holding your hands at your sides so he could continue to watch you in the reflection, his nose bumping against your clit with the way he pushed his face into you, slipping his tongue in your fluttering entrance fucking it with the firm muscle. You squeezed his hands, now bending upwards to look at him, amazed by the way he knew your body already without even exploring it, your gasps now growing in volume as your hips began to move involuntarily, your thighs twitching against his neck. His gaze met yours, lust, hunger, and passion burning behind his eyes.

”Please…Please Bjorn.” Was all you managed to get out, as you let your neck hang off the side of the bed again, giving yourself a headrush, the begging encouraging his assertive and meticulous movements, the wetness of his tongue moving in and out of you. Heat crawled up your skin, as your thighs involuntarily closed around his head tightly, your hands squeezing his, the warmth crashing down on you, leaving your entire body trembling. He kept his face against you wanting to get every last drop from you, every bit that you were willing to give over. You relaxed against the mattress moments later, out of breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your hands untangling from his, as Bjorn lifted his head, placing one final set of kisses against the inside of your thighs. He made his way up the bed slowly, his lips trailing along your body - your stomach, the slight curve of your ribs, the delicate line of your sternum, his rough hands never leaving your skin.

”You’re so beautiful,” He said, his voice a hoarse whisper, his face hovering above yours, your breaths mingling together. His expression was so soft you melted into it, his blue eyes searching yours slowly, your hands coming up to cradle his face, your fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw.

”Bjorn…” You murmured, your voice trembling, still trying to bring your heart rate down. Your hooded eyes looked at him. You didn’t know what you wanted to say - a thank you, an I love you, something to encourage him to continue to ravage you- nothing felt enough at that point. He leaned down, kissing you slowly, letting the connection deepen as if he was pouring the unspoken words into the intimate moment, your body arching towards him, tasting yourself on his lips. Your hands slid from his face to his shoulders, wanting to explore more of his skin.

”Are you okay?” He breathes against your mouth, your legs wrapping around his waist to draw him in closer.

”I’m okay.” You whispered, tilting your chin up to kiss him again, as your hands slid down the front of his chest, feeling the faint line of hair below his belly button that led to the waistband of his jeans. Slowly, you undid his belt, teasing him.

”You’re so patient.” You giggled, a smile playing on your lips as you unbuttoned his jeans, and tugged the zipper down.

“And you…” He countered softly, leaning in towards you, breathing against your mouth “Drive me insane.” He shifted back onto his knees, pushing his jeans and boxer shorts down, kicking them off the side of the bed to join the rest of the abandoned clothes. In the golden light your eyes roamed over him, looking at his already erect cock, the tip red and glistening from the precum. He was huge, there was no denying that, and you were shocked to find out the rumors were actually true.

“Y/n…” He called, drawing your attention back up to his face, a grin appearing on his lips, catching you in the act of admiring him, “See something you like?” He added, his hands on your knees, rubbing them gently with his rough palms. You nodded, spreading your legs for him, his jaw clenching at the sight.

”Christ.” He muttered under his breath, his fingers pressing into your skin, heat pooling behind his ice blue eyes.

“Come here.” You instructed, and without hesitation he leaned down, pressing his palms against the mattress on either side of your head, his body folding over yours. His weight was warm and solid, as his mouth found yours again. The pressure of him made you sigh against his lips, as your hands glided down his back, feeling the tension in the muscles that held him up, his hips grinding towards yours, his cock twitching against the wetness between your legs.

“Fuck I don’t have condoms…” He groaned, realizing he had not restocked on them. You shook your head, pointing to a scar on the back of your arm.

”I have an implant, don’t worry about the condom situation.” The thought of being inside you with no barriers, the feeling of your velvety wet walls gripping his cock almost made him cum right then and there. The fact you trusted him enough to allow him to do that turned him on even more. He leaned forward, taking your bottom lip between his, tangling himself up in you, pulling away.

”Look,” His fingers pressed against the bottom of your chin, tilting your head back so you could look at the reflection, your eyes watching as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck, nibbling on your collarbone, the overwhelming stimulation making your heart race. “So perfect.” His breath was hot, and it stuck to your skin, as one hand began to trace the curve of your waist. You reached down between the both of you, your hand wrapping around his cock, feeling desperation as you slid the tip up and down the slick your cunt had produced, gasping as his hips moved forward. In the reflection you could see his head dipping lower, his eyes closing briefly, savoring the moment he slipped between your folds, trying to keep himself steady so you could adjust to his size.

“Bjorn.” You whined, “Please…” Was all you could get out, his focus coming up to you, his free hand cupping your cheek.

”I’ve got you…” He whispered, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your heart clenched at the softness of his voice, the hand on your waist trailing down to hold your thigh up against his torso. You swallowed hard, your hands sliding up his chest, his heart beating against your palm, “Look at how good you take me.” He complimented, his hips moving slowly towards yours. In the reflection it was as if you were seeing yourself through his eyes, watching the way you writhed beneath him as he stretched you out slowly. He slid his thumb into your mouth, dragging the saliva down your chin, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy, heated kiss, your tongues battling for dominance, taking the opportunity to swallow your gasps as he pushed fully into you, bottoming out, your nails scraping down his back at the stretch. Bjorn hissed softly at the sensation, but the look in his eyes was welcoming. The both of you stilled for a moment, wanting to adjust to the new feeling of being so close together.

”Breathe with me.” He instructed, his forehead resting against yours, his hand finding yours, threading your fingers together. You did as you were told, breathing deeply, relaxing into him. Slowly, he began to move his hips, watching your reaction to gauge what made you feel good, trying to memorize it.

”Every part of you….Feels so good.” You whimper, arching into the thrusts. Your words sunk deep into him as his hips snapped forward rhythmically, finding a pace that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. He held your neck, helping you shift down the bed so you had more support for your head, so the both of you can look into each other's eyes. The quiet groans he made mingled with the sounds that escaped your lips filling the air between you, his forehead meeting yours.

“You’re so fucking perfect y/n.” Your cheeks burned at his words, his tone stealing the breath from your lungs as he held you closely, his body moving with such a gentle force it made your head spin. His arm slid behind your neck, propping you up, his lips pressing against your temple, his thrusts slowing down and getting deeper. A knot coiled low in your stomach, another orgasm building in you, the wetness now audible in the room. Your eyes fluttered shut, allowing your body to give into him, his urgent and tender movements burning for you.

”Bjorn…I-.” He held your cheek,

”I know, I got you…Let yourself go.” He continued to thrust into you, your walls tightening around him, whimpering at the overstimulation, his forehead meeting yours as his movements and breathing became ragged, his cock sinking into you just a little more deeper before he stilled above you, warmth filling your tight pussy, his hand squeezing yours. The world outside of his room felt far away in that moment- absolutely insignificant to what you had both done. All that mattered was being with him, entangled on top of the sheets, holding each other as you came down from the high. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, the both of you letting out a content sigh together, savoring the afterglow. He looked down at you, a quiet affection playing behind his blown out pupils.

”You’re incredible.” He whispered softly, his voice was tender, “I never want to forget this.” You smiled at his words.

”I don’t think I could forget it even if I tried.” You replied back, the both of you giggling together, settling down a bit, legs entwining together, feeling him soften inside you, but keeping him inside.

”Stay the night?” He asked, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

”I was planning to.” You responded, a lazy smile engraved on your lips, letting your body relax against his, your hands still tracing along every inch of his skin, knowing that it was just the start of something new.

[circeius-invidioso]

👏🏻 Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay.👏🏻

Those 4 Liber books. Which ones you may ask.

These ones.

Now that we are all in the same page.

✨️Let's talk about them.✨️

Not good enough to be collected.

Not bad enough to be forgotten.

And not forget them we shall.

The tall and short of the story:

They are expansion packs to the main tabletop rpg game. And you guessed correctly it add daemons etc etc.

That etc etc is.

Liber Ecstatica : Slaanesh and horny on main cults.

Liber Infectus : Nurgle and dirty plagues.

Liber Mutatis : Tzeentch and birdy mutations.

Liber Carnagia : Khorne and angy serial killers. (No the spelling error was on purpose. Cause our boy real angy)

+ an adventure on theme with the above.

A solid 3/ 10.

Unless you are a writer and need basic descriptions of daemons and fluff then its a decent 3.5/ 10.

Now.

Now that we dealt with that.

Its time.

For the tall and longer.

And in depth analysis and my personal ice cold takes and my thesis of - this would have been lit if we played the villains pov.

I could be talking about the latest books, hell I could be talking about dnd. But no me and you we are here and we are stuck and for the next 5 minutes I am the captain and I will take you on an adventure.

🐙Liber Mutatis - feat Dj BoBo and the Mutants are Alive🐙

Nothing gets me more going than referances that weren't funny even in 2007.

What the book adds to gameplay?

Mutations. From bird beaks to tentacle limbs in case you decide to multipraise Slaanesh on the side.

Because you aren't just a chicken worshipper, you are a wizard and what best way to show it that gaining an additional 30 eyeballs for all those books you want to read.

This book is your one stop to fond some very basic mutations to add to a game.

And when I say basic. I mean basic, don't expect great stuff. But I guess this might have been part of the plan...

What's the included adventure like?

You team goes in a town to find why all those apprentices have been taking such a long unauthorized day off.

Well they were kidnapped by a cult with a ringleader being a shop keeper with a Lord of Change tranformed as a parrot named Bobo that births pink eggs.

Then they feed those pink eggs to create mutant bird people.

Your job is to stop it. Not the most original ideal... but what would it be if you played the adventure from the cultists pov?

Dj Bobo and his gang of squidmen

You heard the adventure of the heroes. But how would it be if you were the bad guy?

🐙 One player would pretend to be the shopkeeper with his pet parrot that births oversized pink eggs and you have to smuggle them and hide the fact from the people who came to stop you in the city.

🐙 The second will be the immortal nun with only her face intact in the soup house cooking for the poor and using the eggs to create mutant by trying to convince the people that those pink eggs are totally edible what do you mean eggs are not pink. Maybe you are seeing things...

🐙 The third one is squidward at the gates. Basically a war veteran that lost his legs. But jokes on them. The big bird man gave you tentacles and you will be wizzing throught the sewers like a getski.

🐙 The fourth will be the person kidnapping those student wizard kids, bagging them up and send them to the ritual site alongside your grizzled unshaven gang of pain assistants.

🐙 Finally someone can even take the role of the bird. Blasting eggs before the time of the summoning happens when they will be blasting magic and turning the whole city into a lethal rave.

🪲Liber Infectus- Grandaddy Nurgle's Black Death Clown Parade🪲

If only I was joking... stick around and find out more...

What the book adds to gameplay?

A wide selection of how you and your players can seriously get down with the sickness.

Besides that all the basic nasty descriptions about the warps most unwashed denizens. Basic. But we all start from somewhere, like how a rash develops into a mouth and eats the person living next door.

What's the included adventure like?

Evil doctor spreads a plague you are there to stop it etc etc. You can see where this goes from the words "initial symptom development".

Those sick clowns I mentioned

On the final part of the adventure a clown parade, with music and performers and everything. Pops in town and is ready to kick pc ass.

And the only thing I got to say is.

Why can't I play their pov.

The idea of five sick honk honk clowns in a cart playing music and spreading the literal word on nurgle with a mutant strapped on the back. Sounds like a wild adventure.

It sounds a lot more enjoyable than sitting around asking people "so when did the first symptom begin and how are you feeling?"

Give me the clowns. With their dancing plague and their bouncing nurglings on a wacky adventure to evade the law.

Fast and furiously popping knees and bursting shins.

⚘️Liber Carnagia- Renaming Khorne into Gandhi ⚘️

Again. Wait and I will explain this as well.

What the book adds to gameplay?

Nothing. Of value. Is it obvious that this one was my least favorite?

Whats the included adventure like?

Theres a magical angy spear and your job is to be beaten down and not kill anyone. Just sit with your thumb-tacks up your ass and do nothing.

That's what the adventure is.

In the book of Khorne what you are asked to do is not fight anyone.

The irony is so deep, I screamed that's deep bro and a lovecraftian horror responded from the chasm "I know".

Putting the K of Killer back into Khorne

A murder hobo adventure. That's it. It's a lot better than going to a besieged nun house and sitting on the grass asking those raiders to pretty please let go of the hostages.

Chaos, mayhem. If I was the dm I'd put everyone in a nonr stop 4 hour rollercoaster of blood, guts, bullets and norwegian death metal music playing in the background before they all die gloriously into a massive raid burning imperial churches.

Then go to hell, become daemons and be yeeted back into the mortal world to kick even more ass.

🪷Liber Ecstatica- And the Dick Measuring Olympics 🪷

The title will again make sense soon I swear.

What the book adds to gameplay?

Cults, anything you need to know about a basic degenerate cult. From poison chuggers to vape huffers and even vegetable shovers.

This is your one stop to make a bare bones cult for your games.

What's the included adventure like?

A girl is being chased after many eligible bachelors of the city.

And your job is to stop them from doing so.

How did this adventure start?

A rich old dude didn't like that an "average" in his eyes poor, low noble had admirers. So obviously its witchcraft.

The reason is as sound as an airplane made of shredded cheese. And the book is weidly mean about it.

Like the girl is fine. But everyone is like "she is not a busty noble that cries gold so obviously theres foul play, also have I told you that she is average".

Oh the crimes against humanity. If the adventure began and the noble was like "yeah my son flayed himself while screaming her name" then sure. I'd be calling foul play.

Busting a Nut not Busting a Move

The same but instead of having 10 men fighting over a decent, everyday girl its Danny Devito art critic and the whole team tries to complete the ritual and avoiding the witch hunters from burning their "beauty".

We are already dealing with a daemon that has magically roofied the local men in order to be freed from a magical mirror. We might as well make it into a comedy skit.

This is a game about the ultimate degenerates, extreme is the only word we must know. And you know what would be even better.

All of the players are grade A spandex bdsm supermodels and have to promote gollum as a drop dead nuke level bombshell.

[pruenakamura]

closed starter for @reneexthompsxn locations: vinyl fantasy -> cedar grill & lounge

Prue had barely started the radio show for the evening when people already started calling in. She always felt that she go more callers closer to the holidays than any other time as they were all looking for advice. While she wasn't an advice radio dj, she did help as best as she could; even if she was sarcastic the entire time, especially if the questions were dumb to her. Since the event in September, though, she had been more melancholy about everything. Having things switch so fast with Renee was hard and she kept questioning if she should declare her love or not. All she needed was a sign.

She was about to start a song and was introducing it over the station when the phone rang and she looked at it. "You know what? First we're going to take this call." She clicked the button for the call to go through and she leaned back in her chair. "You're on with Radio Pulse. This is Prue. What can I do for you?"

"Hi, Prue. I wanted to ask your advice on something." The voice on the other end said. "I had a sense about it since you called, but go ahead." She told them and swung her chair from side to side. "There's this girl I really like and we kissed a few weeks ago, but..." She could hear the hesitation in their voice and Prue's heart picked up as she sat straighter. "I don't know. Everything had been weird since then. We barely talk, there's so much tension in the air. I just don't know what I should do. Should I talk to her? Should I wait for her to talk to me?" The person sighed. "What do you think I should do?"

Normally, she probably would've been more forward about the whole thing. Tell them to be brave and tell the person how they felt. She would be a hypocrite and maybe she still was, but she had other things to say now as she was in the same position. "Tell her." She said into the mic. She felt like her heart was beating now against her chest and her hands were getting a little sweaty. "You have to tell her or you'll go on for years wondering what would've happened if you just said it." There was a pause and the person started talking again. "How do I just tell her? And what if she doesn't feel it back? What if I ruin our friendship?"

"Do it now. Go to her. Wherever she is, go there and tell her everything." Her heart was racing and now she felt like she was talking to herself more than the person on the phone. "Forget about what will happen if she doesn't feel it back. If she doesn't, you both will find a way to still be friends if your friendship is that strong. Anything is better than going another moment without telling the person you love that the feelings are there." Prue was feeling antsy and she stood from the chair. "Just go. Go do it before you lose this courage and won't be able to do it again."

"Okay. Okay I will. Thank you." The call ended and all she could do was look around. "Guys, I'm going to start music and when we come back, you're going to be in the capable hands of my co-worker, Brian." She said and looked through the window of the radio station to Brian looking in and shaking his head. "Everyone please be kind to him and if you have someone you need to tell anything to, go do it. I gotta go do the same." She said and started a song before leaving the booth and looking at Brian. "I have to go. All you have to do is continue the playlist and click the button for commercials in thirty minutes. It's marked." And with that, she took off out of the building and to her car so she could drive to Cedar Grill.

It felt like forever before she finally showed up at the restaurant where her best friend worked and she parked the car before slamming the door as she got out. She still felt like she was on vibrate as her heart raced and she was anxious. Opening the door to the restaurant, she burst in there with all eyes on her which caused her to stop and look through the sea of people until she found Renee standing there. This was it. This was her chance to say what she needed to say.

[skrillawrld]

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“Angel, you’re up next.” Your coworker said.

‘Time to show the fuck out.’ You thought. Apparently there was this fine group of rich folks outside ready to watch you guys pole dance.

Once your coworker, Cookie, told you that it was your stage time, you heard the girls that came off stage ramble on about a group of dudes throwing mad cash.

You heard them mention two dudes with long hair, one with blonde hair, and a tall dude with a buzz cut. They had to be fine if they had the meanest stripper confessing her deepest, darkest fantasies.

“I gotta see this shit for myself.” You said; wrapping the strings of your heels around your legs.

“Good luck out there, boo.” Amber, another worker, told you. She always wanted you to do your best and get your coins.

“Thanks my love, I’ll do my best.” You said, smiling at her. As soon as she seen that smile, she knew you were turning into another person on stage.

Cookie told the dj he could get ready to announce your name in a few, considering you were still choosing a song.

Once you chose your song, I luv this shit by August Alsina, the dj announced your name.

“ Hello everyone, Welcome Angel to the stage; if she’s feeling generous one lucky woman, or man may receive a lap dance from her !” He announced.

You walked out, a cat walk to be specific. Your body glowed and sparkled, giving you an euphoric look. The farther out you walked, the more eyes began to turn on you; room silencing down as everyone was too mesmerized to continue their side conversations. The attention was directly on you. 

While the song was still warming up, you scoped out for the group your co-workers were discussing . Once you spotted them, you already had a clear idea of who was going to receive the lap dance from you. Of course one of them were going to get pick, why settle for less when more is in front of you?

Exactly.

As August voice began to play you took that as your clue to start circling the pole, something real light to get everyone’s eyes on you; keeping constant eye contact with the specific group. From your observations two of the men had girlfriends, or women on their arms. However, care was not in your thoughts. Your main target wasn’t any of them, the one with the buzz cut had piqued you, and your pussy’s interest.

You climbed up the pole, twirling and performing slow, sensual and sexual movements . Since you had went to pole dancing class earlier that week you decided to try one of the new tricks you learned.

Climbing all the way on top of the pole, just to drop partially and end it off with a backbend off the pole into a split. You were nervous, scared you might slip and embarrass yourself but you did better than expected. 

From your point of view it may have seemed sloppy, but the men in the crowd seemed to be infatuated with your movements; watching how beautifully you performed and hoping they were the one you chose for your lap dance.

Getting up from the splits, you crawled towards the end of the stage, making sure your hips swayed with each drop of your knees; pointing at the dude with with the buzz cut and motioning him over with the pulling of your finger. 

He pointed at himself, and after noticing your head nod he came over. His nonchalant vibes seemed to turn you on more, you looked at it as a case needed to be cracked.

Whenever you grab someone your girls already know to grab a chair. When he finally reached over to you, whispering in his ear, you began to ask him about his age and name, making sure you felt morally correct about giving him a dance. Once he told you his name, Connie, and his age, 23, you decided it was fine, considering you were 21. 

“Are you fine with getting felt on, Connie?” You whispered in his ear.

“I’m fine with whatever, babe.” He responded; placing himself in the chair Amber had brought out.

As soon as he sat down, he positioned himself in a man spread so he’d feel everything and allow you to see everything he was working with, especially the bulge that already seemed to be protruding.

You started to walk around him, making sure to keep eye contact with him every time you’re in front of him. While the song rang in your ears you started to get in touch with the melody, allowing your body to move freely on its own , as if you were one with the beat. 

“Ask me why I do it, Ima put it like this, goddam it, I love it.” You heard as the lyrics played; placing yourself upon Connie’s lap and grinding into him, the eye contact being held was truly intense. He began rubbing on your ass, slapping it, whispering dirty nothings into your ears and placing you directly on top of his bulge.

“You’re so pretty for me, Angel.” He stated. Pulling your hair back, he started trailing kisses up your neck, as if you two were the only in the room. The closer to your lips, the harder he sucked. On the upper right corner of your neck he sucked the hardest, earning a groan and grind from you. 

Connie pulled away; inspecting the bruising on your neck to see if it was noticeable enough for him after his assault on the area even though it was dark. You betters believe after tonight you were going to be his.

“I need you so badly.” You whimpered into his ear. For him, this was a sign for him, you confessed to it, you’re basically his lover now.

After telling Connie that he told you to quickly finish with your show and meet him outside, you’re horny, so you agreed. 

Finishing up your show you collected your money and went backstage to count and band it up. After you were done with that you quickly told the girls bye and to enjoy the rest of their night. 

Walking outside you were met with Connie and his group of friends, the girls weren’t lying, they were really beautiful people, really bold too. The one with the brown shaggy hair, who’s name you had found out was Jean, immediately approached you to tell you how good you performed, in which you responded with a nervous laugh and a shy thanks.

“Let’s go pretty girl.” Connie said after waving his friends off. While on the drive to his penthouse he proved to have excellent music taste, everything about him had you on fire already. During the ride he had his right hand placed securely between your legs; gripping and rubbing whenever he hit a sharp turn or decided to let his foot sit on the gas.

Arriving at the penthouse you didn’t get to take a look around. He pounced on you and you returned the energy, ready to fuck on him like rabbits in the mating season.

Connie grabbed your face and sloppily kissed your lips; sucking on your neck and making sure to lick on the sensitive spot behind your ear.

He already knew how and where to turn you on. If he had neighbors they’d believe he was hurting someone the way he had you moaning and begging.

He began to strip you, leaving your panties for last. Kissing down your body Connie had no intentions to just fuck you but make love to you, he wanted you to feel so good that you’d never think of leaving him alone.

“Connie~” You panted out. He gave you no chance to show what you were working with. He was acting as if you were his wife he hadn’t seen until after a long war, you weren’t complaining but your brain was going foggy. How could making out already have you so dumb?

Connie ears went deaf to your pleas, if you weren’t telling him to stop or screaming red he wouldn’t hear. He wanted you, no… he needed you.

He needed to feel your body, he needed to feel your insides, he needs to feel your lust. That you and your body needed him as much as he needed you.

Connie has never felt like this over someone, especially someone who only met once. He was almost whimpering with need, his body was so hot and deprived of touch after tonight he couldn’t let you go, it just wouldn’t be right.

“C’mon baby, you’re doing so well for me.” Connie moaned in your ears; his fingers pumping into your pussy at such a fast pace, if someone were to deliver food the only thing they’d hear from the front door is the squelching of your pussy and your uncontrollable moans of begging Connie to go faster and telling him to “make me feel you.”

After he finished licking the cream from your pussy, he gave her a kiss and slap, which caused you to squirt. Surprising right? No. That’s what overstimulation does sometimes.

Placing you on the couch, Connie sucked on your breast before grabbing a condom. Once he slipped the condom on he gave you a deep passionate kiss. One that gave you the feeling that he wants to see you more.

As he slipped into you, your jaw went slack. The more he entered, the further your eyes rolled back. He laughed, what a sick fuck, huh? Watching you lose yourself all over his dick, he loves it.

“Focus.” He said, patting your face. He wanted you to watch him, not that he’s obsessed with himself, but he wants you obsessed with him. He placed a decorative pillow under your hips and placed his hand near your uterus; spitting on your clit and quickly began to rub on your clit, getting you stimulated and excited, excited for his dick.

After making you cum he pressed harder on your uterus, pushing himself inside. The moans… indescribable. There wasn’t a word to describe how he was making you feel. He grabbed your face, staring into your eyes, when they weren’t rolling back, and grinning. He already knew you were putty in his hands and he wanted you like that all the time. Whenever he wants you to sit on his face, you’ll come and do it, without questioning and telling him that you’d hurt him.

“Please..” You begged out. Connie kissed you, whispering sweet promises into your ears, telling you how you were his and how he’s gonna take such good care of his pretty baby and her pretty pussy. Those words sent you over the edge. The impending orgasm that was long overdue had finally arrived. Your pussy spasmed, forcing Connie out of you and sending you to the floor; shaking uncontrollably.

Connie wasn’t done, he took the condom off and placed himself and the front of your mouth. Seeing him there all hot and sweaty you had the urge to please him, though you were still going through your orgasm, he rubbed your back as you began to calm down.

You stood on your knees and began to suck him off, he understood you were tired so he gave you a sympathetic look before roughly shoving himself down your throat, ultimately leading him to his orgasm. He came down your throat, it wasn’t the nastiest but you preferred it on your face.

He gave you a kiss and picked you, sitting you both on the couch and praising you on how well you did.

“I think I wanna see you more after this.” He spoke.

“Me too.”

✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ︦︦—✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ—✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ—✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ—✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ—✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ—✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ

✩©skrillawrld. Do not steal, copy or modify my work in any way, shape or form.✩

[guardian-angle22]

Get To Know Me Better Tag Game.

Thanks for the tag @lemonlyman-dotcom 🥰

favorite color: one of these...

last song: I've been on a Tina Turner kick recently.

currently reading: I'm in the midst of a tiny little reading slump, which means I've started and paused 4 different books...

... as far as fic goes, I've been reading and loving every new chapter @littlemissmarianna posts of Rescue Me.

currently watching: I just finished catching up on Superman & Lois, in preparation for its final season starting in October. I love dorky dad Clark Kent.

currently craving: the free time to just sleep for 12 hour straight?

coffee or tea: both. but a nice hot cup of chai would be fucking amazing right now ngl.

hobby to try: I can barely function with just my current hobbies tbh. I want to get back into cross-stitching. I eventually dream of becoming an old lady with a rocking chair knitting sweaters, so... I need to learn how to knit eventually.

current au: I recently went back and re-read one of my favorite Teen Wolf AU fics (probably prompted by the Tyler Hoechlin overload I received by binge watching Superman & Lois) and that is The Skies Above Are Blue by Trelkez in which Derek Hale is a wedding DJ and Stiles goes to a lot of weddings... but also bodyguard AUs are by far one of my favorite things to exist in fandom, so I'm excited to read the next chapter of these fatal fantasies by @strandnreyes

Spicy/sweet/savory: all of the above, but probably savory right now.

Current obsession: I've recently been weirdly obsessed with this youtube channel called Oceanliner Designs. This guy, Mike Brady, just tells you a shit ton of information about famous ships and shipwrecks with some really interesting recreations. He has a very soothing voice to listen to, so I've been making gifs with his videos on in the background.

Relationship status: happily in a relationship with myself thanks.

I never know who to tag in these things cause I don't want to be annoying lol... but I will tag @carlos-tk @herefortarlos @littlemissmarianna @reasonandfaithinharmony @chicgeekgirl89 & @rmd-writes

[hintsofhoney]

Suburban Legends

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve finally forces himself to confront his feelings at his ten year high school reunion.

Tags: 18+, fluff, pining, kissing, general horniness

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I have never read a Steddie fic in my life but this came to me when I was listening to Suburban Legends by Taylor Swift the other day and I'm not mad about it. Thank you to my loves @makeadealwithdean and @wayward-dreamer for beta-ing 🤍 Enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3! 

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Steve stared at the Welcome Back Hawkins High Class of ‘85! banner strung up over the gymnasium entrance, the green and orange stripes on the brick walls even more chipped and faded after ten additional years of wear and tear. He brought the plastic cup in his hand to his lips, recoiling when the taste of champagne flooded his mouth instead of punch. For some reason, he hadn’t thought they would be serving alcohol at this thing, regardless of his graduating class being two years away from 30. Being back in this gym made him feel like he was a teenager again, and he was wondering who spiked the punch bowl. 

He watched the green doors as more of his former classmates filed in, and the DJ started to play Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds to get the party going. Steve huffed a laugh through his nose and shook his head, thinking back to the last time he’d heard that song. He remembered Eddie Munson reenacting the ending scene of The Breakfast Club on the football field nine years ago, after he finally walked the stage with the class of ‘86 and was handed his diploma. He had gotten some of the Hellfire kids to hack the loudspeakers and blast the song so he could live out his John Bender fantasy. Steve pushed the thought out of his head, just like he had trained himself to do anytime Eddie Munson crept into his mind. It had been nine years since he’d last seen the metalhead, since Steve ran out of the woods behind the football field that summer, nauseous and dizzy and paranoid, hoping no one had been hiding in the bushes to witness what had happened. Which was nothing, really – their lips hadn’t even touched – but it was closer than anything Steve could have handled at the time. He never saw Eddie again; rumor was that he had packed up his bags and went to chase his dreams in LA, and Steve decided to go to IU after all, and that was that. Anything that he and Eddie had was left in 1986. At least, that’s what Steve had kept telling himself.

“Harringtooon!” Tommy Hagan yelled through cupped hands, pulling Steve out of his thoughts. Carol was hanging onto his arm, and Steve tried to hide his surprised expression because that was not the couple that he had thought was going to withstand the test of time. 

“Hey, Tommy! Carol!” Steve replied, pulling Tommy into a “bro hug” and giving Carol a pat on her shoulder. “Jesus, it’s been forever. How are you guys?”

“Good, man. Uhm –” Tommy paused and looked over at Carol, a questioning look on his face, and Carol nodded and smiled, her hand coming to rub over her belly as she smoothed her dress against her skin, revealing a barely-there bump. 

“No way!” Steve exclaimed, his eyes growing wide. “Congratulations, guys!”

Tommy waved him off. “Thanks, man.” He pulled Carol into his side and gave her a quick kiss on her temple. Steve felt like he had stepped into an alternate universe, one where Tommy Hagan wasn’t an insufferable asshole and was actually fit to be a father. But he supposed that was what happened when you left your hometown and didn’t come back for nine years; people change even if everything else stays the same. 

He spent a few minutes catching up with Tommy and Carol, who were “the Hagans” now, his eyes occasionally darting to the door to see if anyone else he cared to see had shown up, but most of his closest friends were a grade, if not grades below him. He found himself wishing that Henderson was here. 

“Oh my God,” Carol suddenly snorted, and Steve’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he followed her gaze. “Is that…?”

Steve gulped. “Munson, yeah.”

Tommy’s question of, “What is he even doing here? He wasn’t in our class, was he?” faded to the background as Steve focused in on his former best-friend-turned-crush-turned-stranger. He looked completely different, but exactly the same. His dark curls were pulled back into a ponytail, and he had black rectangle-framed glasses on. He was wearing black slacks and a white dress shirt rolled halfway up his forearms, a black and red tie around his neck that seemed to be the same pattern as the electric guitar he had in high school. His arm tattoos were on full display, which seemed to have tripled in the last decade. Steve’s eyes traveled back to Eddie’s face, his mouth going dry when he realized he had been caught staring. He quickly turned his attention to the cup in his hand, clearing his throat in front of Tommy and Carol.

“I’m, um –” Steve downed the remainder of his drink, hoping it would give him the courage he needed. “I’m gonna go ask what he’s doing here.”

He approached Eddie cautiously, not knowing how he would be received. He hoped nine years had been long enough to squash any remaining awkward tension, but then again, nine years hadn’t erased the thoughts of Eddie from Steve’s mind. He waited for Eddie to finish a conversation with a woman Steve didn’t recognize, before awkwardly clearing his throat once again, willing for Eddie to hear him over the music.

Eddie turned his head slowly, and then, “Steve Harrington, you son of a bitch.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face and Steve’s nerves dissipated almost instantly. 

“Hey, Eds,” Steve grinned back, and suddenly it felt like no time had passed at all.

Eddie huffed a soft laugh. “Haven’t heard that nickname in a long time.” He stared down at the drink in his cup, swirling it around.

Just like that, Steve’s nerves were back. There’s one thing he had forgotten about Eddie — he could be so damn hard to read. “I – um – sorry.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t like it, Stevie.” 

And now Steve felt like he was going to hurl. No one’s called him Stevie since, well, 1986. He swallowed down some champagne that was threatening to come to the surface along with all the feelings he’d spent a decade ignoring.  

“What – um – what are you doing here?” Steve finally asked. 

Eddie smirked before downing the rest of his drink. “I teach here, believe it or not.”

Steve chuckled. “Right. Or not.” When Eddie’s face remained serious, Steve raised his eyebrows. “You’re kidding. You ?”

“A lot can change in nine years, Harrington.”

“Right — yeah — I mean — I just — they hated you.”

Eddie laughed softly. “That they did. But I was in LA for a few years and it wasn’t for me. Place is a shithole, worse than here, Stevie. Can you believe that? Anyway, uh, well, Wayne wasn’t doing too hot so I moved back to help take care of him and got a job teaching these little shitheads music.”

“And you like it?”

“Love it,” he grinned, and Steve knew he was being genuine. “What about you, Harrington? What have you been up to since…?”

“Right. Uh, well, I went to IU, got a business degree, and now I’m managing a small company in Bloomington. And no, I don’t like it.”

Eddie nodded slowly. “And, uh… wife? Kids?”

Steve snorted. “No.”

“You could always move back to Hawkins, you know.”

“Right. Don’t tempt me, Munson.”

Eddie smiled. “It really is good to see you, Stevie. I’m glad I got guilted into working tonight.” 

Steve blushed and ducked his head. “Yeah, uh, me too. See you around?”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

The reunion seemed to last forever, and if Steve was being honest, he would have left two hours ago if Eddie hadn’t been here. People were finally leaving, though, and without asking if he could, Steve followed suit in picking up everyone’s trash. He knew it would be obvious to Eddie at least, why he was staying back, but he felt himself not caring for the first time in a long time. He wasn’t entirely sure what these feelings were, but he found himself leaning into them instead of pretending that they didn’t exist. Maybe it was because he was older now, or because the world was different, or because he longed for the closure that he never got nine years ago. Or maybe it was all of those things.

He was throwing away a makeshift pyramid of dirty paper plates and plastic cups when Eddie came up beside him. 

“You don’t have to do that, you know. This was your high school reunion.”

Steve chuckled. “I’d feel more at home at your ten year reunion. Or hell, even Henderson’s.” 

“Yeah? You still talk to Buckley? Wheeler? All those other little shitheads?” Eddie asked fondly. 

Steve smiled, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Henderson and Sinclair are finishing up at IU, actually.”

“I know,” Eddie replied with a grin. “I was their favorite, remember?”

Steve playfully nudged him with his shoulder. “Shut up, Munson. I was there first.”

Eddie chuckled, tying the full trash bag in front of him but leaving it in the bin. “Janitor will come and take the bags out tonight,” he explained. He walked over to the middle of the gym and started up at the ceiling, his hands on his hips. Steve followed his gaze to see green and orange paper streamers haphazardly adorning the rafters.

“Didn’t think that one through, huh?” Steve teased, as he walked up behind Eddie. 

Eddie spun around, mimicking Steve’s question in a voice that sounded not at all like Steve’s.

“Eddie, we’re heading out. Good luck with the streamers — told you it was a bad idea to throw ‘em up there!” the woman who Eddie had been talking to earlier called out, following two other women outside the gymnasium door.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Eddie mumbled back, sending a lazy wave of acknowledgment in their direction. He looked back up at the ceiling and let out a sigh. 

“You don’t have a ladder?” Steve asked.

Eddie shook his head. “Not one that tall.”

Steve nodded, rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands awkwardly stuck in his pockets. With Eddie looking up at the ceiling, Steve could see some tattoos poking up from underneath his shirt collar, and he couldn’t help but wonder what Munson would look like without it on. 

“You okay, Stevie?” Eddie questioned, snapping Steve out of his fantasy before it could progress any further.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Fine.”

Eddie smirked, his brown eyes staring into Steve’s. Steve’s breath hitched as Eddie reached for him, and his eyes followed Eddie’s hand as it pulled a piece of green tinsel from his hair. 

“You’ve had that in your hair for an hour,” Eddie explained.

Steve could feel a warmth creep up into his cheeks as he stared down at the hardwood floor. There was a moment of silence, and then, “What’s your secret, Harrington?”

“What do you mean?” Steve replied. 

“You look even better than you did in high school.” 

Steve chuckled nervously. “Uhm, dunno.” He shrugged, his hands still in his pockets. He looked up hesitantly before returning the compliment. “You, uh, look good too, Eds. Different, but the same.”

Eddie took a small step toward him, leaving minimal space between them. Steve gulped nervously. What was happening?

“You still react the same when I compliment you,” Eddie observed.

“I do?”

“Mhm.”

“Still not used to hearing them, I guess,” Steve replied. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. No, seriously, what was happening?

“That’s a shame,” Eddie said.

“Yeah,” Steve croaked. 

Eddie took a step closer. There were maybe two inches between them now. Steve stared at the man in front of him, his heart in his throat. 

“What about being kissed? Are you used to that, yet?”

Steve could have thrown up. Jesus fucking Christ, was this actually happening? 

“Uhm — y-yeah. I mean, by women. Uhm, but n-not by —”

Eddie smiled sweetly and reached out to tuck a stray hair behind Steve’s ear. 

“We don’t have to, Stevie. If you’re uncomfortable —”

“No! No, I — uhm — I want to,” Steve reassured him.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause it might screw you up forever, Harrington.”

Steve huffed a laugh through his nose. “ Now who’s the cocky — oh .”

Steve felt a lot of things the moment Eddie’s lips met his. Relief that it happened. Regret that it didn’t, all those years ago. He felt everything suddenly fall into place, like despite what he had been telling himself all these years, this was what he had needed all along. His hands came to cup Eddie’s face as he deepened the kiss, wanting more of him, wanting to be closer , even if they couldn’t be any closer if they tried. Not with clothes on, anyway. He felt Eddie’s hand in his hair, the bulge in his slacks, and okay — they should really stop now. But Steve didn’t want to. He wanted to stay like this forever; a bundle of limbs standing in his high school gymnasium with the crush he could never admit to himself. The knot in his stomach turned into fireworks, and yeah… he was screwed. Forever.

[confidvent]

Page 1 : what i like.

Music

Im a casual listener of 90’s, 80’, adele, niki, taylor swift, the neighbourhood, cigarettes after sex, arctic monkeys, bonjovi, queen, the backstreet boys, muse, nirvana, AC/DC, men i trust, laufey, dewa 19, rammstein, pop, pop-rap, rnb, jazz, classic rock, rocknroll, k-pop, i-pop, spanish, dangdut, DJ and lot more.

Movie-Series

I put my interest in all genre is allowed, but for more often i like to watch, action, thiller, horror, and fantasy movie/series. My comfortable to rewatch is twilight, the vampire diaries, the originals, the legacies, the conjuring universe, harry potter, the lord of the ring, the hunger games, gossip girl, wild child, scream, scream queen, american horror story, the final destination, fast and furious, the maze runner, the quite place, mother's, happy death day, IT, from, mrs and mr smith, marvel universe, the invention, insidious, the cabin in the woods, orphan, and lots of more.

YouTube, Video Games, and Football

I'm biggest fans of afif yulistian, miawaug, kalogeras sister's. I like to watching some old contents game, sometimes i watched mlbb, pubg and lots of content game's, or maybe is just randomly, because i think i like more to watch shorts in youtube than tiktok. Then i watched like mukbang, asmr video because it's make me wanna sleep, then i like to watching football espesially Real Madrid.

Games

I play PUBGM, MLBB, CODM, plato, genshin impact, stumble/fall guys, and randomly games because i've been bored to all games i ever played.

[darkdoverpseeker]

30+ year old (he/him) looking for 21+ rp. Smut encouraged and enjoyed. Open to AU's, other OCs, 🕊️ dead dove 🕊️, and omegaverse. I'm mostly into mxf and mxm and can play as both. Several of my guys are trans. Open to nb characters too!

Fandoms:

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare - I play Graves, Ghost and Captain Price. Looking for pretty much anyone but especially Soap, König and Makarov. I have plots and a villain OC

Dead by daylight - I play Danny Johnson/Ghostface and Dwight Fairfield. I can also play Sidney Prescott or Billy Loomis from Scream. Would really like a Trickster but I'd also be thrilled with the Legion, Wesker, Leon, Ghostface, really just throw anyone at me. For OCs I have a female radio DJ survivor and a male kpop idol survivor. I have plots here too.

Original:

Settings:

- retrowave/vaporwave inspired alternate 80s Miami. With vampires

- stereotypical 50s suburb. With vampires or other unexpected horrible happenings

- really anything with vampires and I'm game

- historical fantasy or historical horror

- any kind of gothic horror setting

- cosmic horror anything

- original (not based on any fandom) 80s/90s cartoon

Pairings:

- bully x victim

- detective x serial killer

- detective x thief

- prince x servant/slave

- vampire x human

- slasher x final girl/boy

- evil AI x human

- robot x human slave/captive

- private detective x mob boss

- innocent civilian x hardened criminal

- leader of the good guys x leader of the bad guys

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like if interested !

[desswright29]

Hi, you asked for a Tish fantasy so here’s mine. I am not a writer and this is the first time I’ve written anything so my apologies for using your ask box because I’m not brave enough to post it on my own page. This is really informal. Just my thoughts really, but I’ll try to make it decent:

First person POV:

Tish and I have been dating for 3 years now. I’m having a milestone bday so Tish, my family and friends are throwing me a big ass party. They tried their best to surprise me, but I’m a Taurus so um yeah there’s that lol. It’s an all black affair but Tish and I pull up wearing all white cuz we feeling GAWDLY lol. I’m in custom Laquan Smith. Tish in custom Prada of course. We walk in and my jaw drops. This party is something I could’ve never imagined. Now mind you, after demanding I clear my schedule, Tish has been pampering me (and fucking me mercilessly) all week. All leading up to this party. Everybody that I love is in attendance. The decor is posh and expensive, but still keeping a party-like ambience. The DJ is playing all the hits and all my favorite party songs from when I was younger. Tish been catching this ass all night lol. Alcohol is flowing and we really going up. I’m giggling at Tish while they’re presenting me with my cake and singing happy bday bc she’s slightly tipsy and doesn’t realize how loud she’s singing into the DJ’s mic. As soon as I blow out my candles Tish passes the mic to my bestie who then turns my attention to a big ass projector screen that’s been let down. She gives a little sentimental speech then tells me that I must pay very close attention to the video and to not take my eyes off of the screen or I’ll miss a very important message. I’m tipsy too so I’m confused af, but I follow her instructions. The video is so sweet! It’s a collection of my baby pictures, school pictures,vacations, me w/ family and friends, pics of Tish and I, etc. All of a sudden the screen goes blank and a message appears that says “Your life has been a beautiful storybook and now it’s time to turn around and start the next chapter.” I’m so busy focusing on the video that I hadn’t noticed that Tish stepped away from my side. Still following instructions I turn around and all I see is my stunningly beautiful girlfriend getting on one knee with a small Cartier ring box in her hands. I can’t believe how quickly I just sobered up. I’m shell shocked so my mind is trying to catch up with what my eyes are seeing before me. Someone passes the mic back to Tish and she begins to speak in a bit of a shaky voice. “Baby, for a long time I didn’t think genuine love would ever be possible for me. I didn’t think there was anyone out there who could truly understand me…understand the way my mind works…my quirkiness…my ambition…my lust for life…and the way I love. Just when I had settled on being the fun, SEXY and single friend” *everyone giggles* “God sent me you. God took a lil extra time on you innit!” *crowd giggles again* “It’s truly been a privilege to love you and I wanna be everything to you, that you are to me and so much more…and I wanna do it for the rest of our lives. “Y/N, will you marry me?” Remnants of my mascara mixed with my tears are flowing like a river down my face. My mind is still registering so it takes me a few seconds to respond with the emotion filled “yes” that I’m able to muster up. Tish slides the ring on my finger so fast then jumps up and scoops me up with strength I didn’t know she possessed while everyone is cheering and clapping. We kiss each other in way that could invoke world peace. Finally coming to my full senses, I softly whisper in her ear “I can’t wait to run this shit with you.”

*Edit Note: Let me take my motherfucking hat off to you writers!! How do y’all do this shit on a regular basis??? Now that shit I just wrote was so basic and it stressed me OUT. You guys are so talented and so creative and I have a whole new respect. Thank you for sharing your talents on here. Love you guys!

This is awesome! You should def give us more! As a matter of fact anyone who wants to write but is nervous about it, feel free to use my ask to give it a shot!

[so-called-yokai]

Hello! Can I ask 9, 10, 11 and 23 for the music ask game?

:cracks knuckles:

9: A song that makes you happy "Stamp on the Ground" by ItaloBrothers. It's a recent discovery for me despite being something like 10 years old, but it's so poppy and happy it always lifts my mood.

10: A song that makes you sad "Glory of Love" by Peter Cetera, of all things. This is an interesting one for me, because it's a wistful sort of sad. This was "the song" for a beloved roleplaying couple I was one half of a very long time ago, and I still miss those characters and the friend I wrote with very much. @jazzforthecaptain, still miss you and the worlds we created, boo!

11: A song that you never get tired of There are a lot! Buuuut, just to pull one from the top of my head... "Transformers - Arrival to Earth (DJ AG Remix)" by DJ AG. I'm a fan of the Bayverse Transformers movies (mostly...) and of DJ AG himself, so this remix never gets old.

23: A song that you think everybody should listen to "Answers", full stop. Composed by Nobuo Uematsu, written by Yaeko Sato and Koji Fox, and sung by Susan Calloway, it's the main theme of Final Fantasy XIV, and it still gives me goosebumps to this day, even ten years after first hearing it. I also very much recommend watching the cinematic it features in because holy crap, you guys. Please, please watch it.

[hjcoolartnerd]

TDA Rewrite Episode 3 Riot on Set

Previous Episode: Alien Resur-Eggtion

Recap Voice over:

"Last Time on Total Drama Action... eighteen teenagers, one spooky film lot and a whole bunch of alien eggs, in a world, where an army chef wore an alien costume. Only the strong could survive. Finally Two lovers shared a heroic victory. , but now they'll be forced to endure a tragic separation. And so it was another pair of lovers were the subject of a vote-off for the ages. But Geoff and Bridgette's love was so strong, no amount of heckling could ever break their timeless bond. Enough already with the love. This week we're gonna bring the pain, Well, If I have anything to say about it, and I do By the way" The cameras Cut the recap and Chris is in view. So brace yourselves for some deliciously painful Total! Drama! Action!" He said as the camera paned away and faced to black

[Intro]

Dear Mom and Dad I'm doin' fine, You guys are on my mind. You asked me what I wanted to be and now I think the answer is plain to see, I wanna be famous.

I wanna live close to the sun, Go pack your bags, 'cause I've already won, Everything to prove, nothing in my way I'll get there one day. Cause, I wanna be famous!

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na! I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous (Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na!) I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous (Whistling in tune)

[End Intro]

The Camera then shows the dark film lot and then enters the boys trailer, the camera focuses on DJ on top hugging a bear, Owen on the bottom with a sock on his mouth, then to Duncan on a Bunk all to himself holding the devil horns sign in his hand, then panning to Justin on the bottom Bunk with cucumbers on his eyes, on the top Bunk was Daniel with a leg hanging out of it, Harold picking his nose on the next bottom bunk the camera pans back to Justin and it lingers on him for a while "Hey! Keep it Moving" Chris's voice over. The it goes to the top Bunk above Harold where Cody was, and lastly the last bunk in the guys trailer showing Ezekiel now in the bottom bunk spread like an octopus and on the top bunk Eric hugging his pillow. Then it shows the girls bunk, Panning to Izzy growling and barking in her sleep, Gwen like sleeping like Dracula when Chris blows and Air horn waking them up. "All Crew on set!" Chris said from the mega phone "Call time is 4 A.M" Chris kissed the mega phone and smiled at the Camera "I love this thing."

"This is so.... wrong.... The only time I woke up this early was when Eric put an Alarm for this hour and that was because he chose the wrong 4" Bryan said crossing his arms.

"Alright, so Chris thinks it's all fun and games to wake us up at 4 in the morning, eh? Well, let me tell ya, that ain't cool, eh? I mean, seriously, who does that? It's downright evil, I tell ya. Like, if you're not out there milking cows or feeding chickens, what's the point, right?" Ezekiel said his hand going thru his hair and beanie.

"At first, I thought he was talking to the Crew, Crew, not us" Beth said as she sighed "I was really hoping they'd replace Chris the creep with a nicer host this time around. " She the covers her mouth "Is that mean? Sorry!"

The crew exit from their trailers, the majority in a foul mood except Izzy who was giddy and Ezekiel who has woken up this early before and used to this "I can't believe I'm doing another season of this show" Leshawna said her voice tired. "this continuing sadistic wake-up call, is messing with the natural rhythms of my body clock. My mojo will be destroid." Harold said in a similar tired voice "I reckon you're right. I mean, back on the farm, we had our chores and routines, but at least we had the freedom to set our own pace. This whole TV thing's a whole different animal, eh?" Ezekiel said from right beside Cody. Bryan's eyes narrowed, his tone sharpening with a cruel edge, "Well, maybe if you stopped living in your little farm fantasy and joined the real world, you wouldn't be such dead weight around here." He smirked, relishing in his jab. However, seeing Ezekiel's hurt expression, Bryan quickly backpedaled, attempting to salvage the situation, "Hey, I didn't mean it like that, man. I'm just messing with ya." He said trying to sound friendly. Heather, sauntering by with a haughty smirk, couldn't resist adding her own snarky remark, "Oh please, Bryan. Save the faux camaraderie for someone who actually cares. We all know Ezekiel's just here to make up the numbers, not contribute anything meaningful." She glanced at Ezekiel with a dismissive flick of her hair, her disdain evident in her tone. "You two should respect others" Eric glared at both "Ezekiel might have a chance to make it farther! He avoided being eliminated first along side with you Heather" He shot back glaring at her. As Ezekiel friendly smiled at him.

Eventually it's morning and everyone is reunited in front of the Cast Trailer. Chris then begins approaching them "You're on a film set now and you're gonna learn that showbiz is not all red carpets and pool parties" Chris said as he Pointed at Owen for who knows what. "Today you're gonna get schooled on how tough on--set production life can be." he said as he walked to the other side where the girls were "What ever." Gwen said "I can deal. I once had a summer job at a petting zoo. It's so adorable, everybody feeding the adorable goats their adorable cabbages" She was explaining " but somebody, i.e. me, had to shovel up the less adorable end of the digestive process." She said. Ezekiel, scratching his head in confusion, piped up, "Um, well, I guess that's kinda like back on the farm when we had to muck out the barn after the animals... Not exactly glamorous work, eh?" He offered a sheepish grin, attempting to find common ground amidst Gwen's story.

"I know Ezekiel wants to try and fit in but i don't recommend bonding about goat Dudu" Eric said staring at the camera.

"Well, Speaking of number two,1" Chris said walking towards Gwen and Trent "It's time to pick your teammates!" He pointed to Gwen "And then try to stuck it to the team your boyfriend chooses" He added. "We're not gonna get all competitive and nasty are we?" Trent asked looking at Gwen "Absolutely no! We learned from last season, right?" She quickly replied as she walked to the left side of the cast trailers in front of the boys trailer and Trent to the right side. "Okay let's get this blood bath started" Chris said smiling "You're gonna choose schoolyard style, boy girl, boy girl. Ladies first." He said then smirked "Since we have no ladies here, Gwen" The camera does a closeup on Gwen She sighs" I don't know.... Duncan?" She said. Trent Gasps.

"I can't believe she just went ahead and chose Duncan!" Trent began to rant "I mean they're kind of alike and now she wants to be on the same team? What am I supposed to make of that?" He added feeling insecure, " You think you know a person"

Duncan walks towards Gwen and they High five. Trent has his brow furrowed. "I chose The Beautiful Lindsay!" He said just to spite her. "Yay!" Lindsay cheered when she was picked.

"The Beautiful?" Gwen said sounding betrayed " What was Trent trying to tick me off by picking Lindsay like that?" She crosses her arms "You think you know a person"

Gwen glares before choosing "Because i like to keep things cool," She began "I pick Leshawna." She said as Leshawna walked to her and Duncan "The girls are back in town!" Leshawna said high fiving Gwen. "Ohm you know what would be so great" Lindsay told Trent "is If you picked Tyler!" she said smiling wide. "Tyler's not in the game anymore" He told her "Seriously? Bummer" She frowned as Trent facepalms "I choose Justin" He said as Justin began walking toward him and Lindsay. "Oh, pick all the good-looking contestants!" Gwen said glaring "That'll get you far!" Duncan and Leshawna glare at Gwen. "It will in show biz!" Trent said. "Dj" Gwen said her arms on her hip. as DJ walked to her "beth!" Trent said as she walked to hi. Gwen was deciding between the two girls left and was going to choose before Leshawna leans to her "Remember, Keep your enemies, closer." She whispered. "No! Really? You don't mean..." Gwen didn't finish because Leshawna nods. "Fine.... We choose Heather." Izzy was Smiling Because she though she was going to get picked by Gwen, But when she says Heather even Heather is Surprised "Really?!" Heather said.

"It's about time someone realized who's the most valuable player here." Heather said "I mean, seriously, people."

Trent takes in his chooses, Owen, Harold, Eric, Cody, Daniel and Ezekiel. To Trent non of them seemed too a pealing well except both Owen and Eric, so her had to choose one and risk Gwen choosing the other. "I choose Owen!" He said as Owen went to Trent and High fived him "Woo-hoo!" Owen said. "Er, Hello? Don't wicked skills count for anything?" Harold asked "I mean who else here went to film camp, and is a fully trained as a junior cinematographer with a thorough knowledge of lighting filter film stock,..." He is interrupted by Gwen "I pic Harold, If for no other reason but to shut him up." She said "Wise choice" Harold said as he walked to Gwen "I guess Izzy is in our team" Trent said "Izzy!" She ignores him "She likes to be called Kaleidoscope" Lindsay leaned to Trent "Oh right E-scope." He said "Here!" Izzy said walking towards Trent. "Then Eric is with me" Gwen said as Eric smiled and ran towards Gwen But Glared at Heather. Trent then considered his options, A stranger, a misogynist nose digger or the guy who wanted his girl.

"Between Ezekiel, Bryan and Cody, It was a Hard choice, But then i thought... why not just have Cody on my team and not have him with Gwen" Trent said

"I choose Cody!" Trent said as Cody quickly went to his team. Gwen looked at the bottom two Options and well it was a tough choice Eric had to help Gwen pick a better choice he leans to her "Pick Zeke, You wouldn't want two Heathers in your team..."

he whispered discreetly. Gwen hesitated, then nodded, "I guess I choose Ezekiel," she said, her voice almost uncertain. Meanwhile, Bryan watched Gwen pick Ezekiel over him, his expression a mix of disappointment and resignation. "Well, I guess that's how it goes," he muttered under his breath, trying to maintain his composure. Heather, ever the competitive spirit, couldn't help but voice her disagreement. "Seriously, Gwen? Ezekiel? He's practically dead weight! You're better off with someone like Bryan," she argued, her tone dripping with disdain. Ezekiel, who had been standing nervously, heard Gwen's decision and couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude. "Thanks, Gwen," he said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. It was clear that being chosen meant a lot to him, despite Heather's criticisms. Eric smiled as Ezekiel joined the team well he was the only one who smiled. "Then Bryan is with me" Trent said as Bryan Walked towards Trent.

"Now you have it coming for you Eric! I know you told Gwen to choose, the homeschool misogynist. I'll just have to prove to you that You made the wrong choice by making me you adversary dear brother!" Bryan said glaring "As for you, Ezekiel, don't think for a second that being picked over me means you're worth anything. You'll always be the bottom of the barrel, just like your intelligence."

Chris walked toward Gwen's team "Gwen I Christen you team as The Screaming Gaffers!" He said before running towards Trent's team "Trent' You're the killer Grips." He told Trent. "Grip? I don't want to be a grip." Beth said as Bryan rolled his eyes. "Please!" Heather said rolling her eyes "It's not like being called a gaffer is something to brag about. It sounds like something that has rabies." She continued as there a sudden crash and glass breaking. The camera turns to two crew who were actual gaffers "I'm sick and Tired of getting no respect around here!" the two of them began walking off The camera then returns to the cast, "Okay since we're running late now and don't seem to have any more, um... What ever... those two crew dudes did... We'd better get going" Chris said as he led us to the fake mountain and right in front were set equipment "your challenger for each team- to set up a a film set." Chris said "Ha! We'll be scarfing flapjacks by 7:00" Leshawna said smiling. "Oh, Will you?" He smirked "As location manager," he had a devilish grin "I would like your sets to go..... There!" He said pointing to the top of the fake mounting "You just love doing this to us!" Gwen asked glaring at Chris. "Yes, Yes, I do." He smirked as He pulled out a walkie talkie "Chef! Clear for Traffic up there?" He asked "Lights!" He began as People ran to their teams set and grabbed something "Camera... Action!" He finished. Everyone was Taking things up the mountain. Eric was Helping Ezekiel "Hey, Eric, thanks a bunch for, like, telling Gwen to pick me, eh? It really means a lot." He said smiling as they went up "No problem, Ezekiel. I'd take someone easygoing like you over Bryan any day." He said smiling at Ezekiel who smiled at him. "Oh, gee, thanks, eh? I'll do my best to, you know, show I'm worth it." He added "No worries! I'll Help You!" He told him as they kept running. As They all ran up Gwen almost fell back and Duncan helped her from falling just as Trent stops "What are you doing with him?" He said his voice tinged with insecurity. "Er, we're on the same team?" She answered him, Trent continued to run but stepped on the lights cable and fell. Gwen was walking to help him but Lindsay was faster than her and She helped him "And we are on the same team." He said as he and Lindsay ran. Gwen glared at him as Heather bumped into Duncan and the kart she had rolled down the mountain "Please! this is crazy inefficient!" She said "I say we organize relay style and pass the equipment up." She said just as Eric and Ezekiel pass by them holding one of the big lights together. They stopped for a moment. "Um, well, I kinda think Heather's idea makes sense, Eric. It's like, teamwork and stuff, right?" He said and looked at Eric. Eric, with a hint of resentment towards Heather "Yeah, maybe it does, but since it's Heather's brilliant plan, it's probably not the way to go," he remarked sarcastically, casting a glance in Heather's direction. "Let's keep going or we will fall behind." He added as the two continued. "If you say it We're not doing it" Gwen also replied as she and Duncan kept going up. "But, It's A good Idea!" Heather placer her hands on her hip. "I'm totally with you." Harold said behind heather "Write down all your good ideas, and we can bring them up at the next team meeting. I'll second you. Cool?" He asked as She walked back down "Go jump in a like trout lips" She said as she left. Trent was running with the light as he held the necklace out "Come on lucky Necklace... Papa Trent needs you" He said as he was reaching Izzy. She laughs "Wow! I thought I was Crazy" She told him "You're talking to Jewelry?" She asked "You are Crazy." he told her "I am just trying to help our team win this thing" He continued he hid the necklace. "Hey! That;s what i am trying to do too" She continued " "If you got lucky earrings, I'd be glad to have a little chat with them Huh?" She yelled at him as He ran faster.

Meanwhile Cody and Bryan were working togeter "So Cody,... want to work together with me dude?" He asked trying to sound nice. "Thanks but no thanks, I've seen how you've been acting... and seen how even your own brother doesn't want you near him. And he was like that with heather and we all know how heather is" He said as they continued "But what id Eric is lying about me huh?" He tried to argument as Cody looks at him and ponders before giving him the benefit of the doubt. "It's Neck to neck people!" Chris said "And now for the bigger stuff." Trent arrived to his team "How the heck are we going to get those trailers all the way up the hill?" He asked his team "I have a great Idea!" Lindsay spoke up

"It's so great to be free from Heather. I can totally contribute more and stuff" Lindsay said smiling "I have a lot of unwrapped potential you know."

"Let's get Tyler to do it!" She said happily "He's not here anymore!" Everyone on the grips yelled. "Seriously! Now I get why Heather called you Lindsiot," Bryan blurted out, his tone slipping into an insincere apology as he realized his mistake, feeling the collective gaze of everyone in the room. "Uh, sorry, Lindsay. I didn't mean it like that," Bryan backpedaled hastily, his attempt at an apology sounding somewhat forced, though he hoped it would suffice to smooth things over.

"It's like, seriously difficult trying to act nice when half the people on my team are complete morons. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Keep pretending everything's peachy when they keep pulling stunts like this? Ugh, it's gonna be a long season." Bryan rolls his eyes, clearly exasperated by the dynamics within his team frustration evident on his tone

Owen's stomach began rumbling "Owen, There's catering at the top of the hill. Just take that trailer up there with you and you can eat" Trent said "Eat! I love eat!" Owen said as he took off his belt and used it to pull the trailer up the mountain like a sleigh. As Trent Ran beside Owen and Izzy he turned back to shout "Hey, new best friends! How do you like that?" He began "Are you gonna cry together, punk wannabes?" He said "Cause your team is going down!" The Gaffers all Gasp at Trent's comment. "That's a low blow Trent!" Eric shouted "Gwen and Duncan ain't no possers. eh!" Ezekiel said back defending them "Uh..." Gwen began "Thanks Zeke." She said "Yeah Thanks' Home school." Duncan said. "Er, not cool. Not cool at all." He said crossing his arms "Oh don't worry. We are taking Trent" Gwen began "I mean that team down!" She glanced at DJ "Oh, no. Don't expect me to...What if the trailer slips and rolls back down the hill and possibly hurts someone?" Dj said as he refused to do it. "What Then? I couldn't handle being responsible for that" Ezekiel was going to suggest he would do it but Eric stopped him. "Without his belt holding them up, his pants are slowing Owen down" Chris said "Looks like the Screaming Gaffers Still have a chance. " Chris turns to the camera "Will DJ step up to the plate and save the day? " "I said no!" DJ shouted " Find out after the break to see if DJ rises to the call of duty ." He said As DJ stepped right in the camera's point of view "I'm not gonna do it" The camera fades out

The camera fades in show the cliff where they were taking the trailers. The Grips were slowing down as Owen took the trailer up to the cliff, While Dj was refusing to take the trailer up. Sadly Owen won the first part of the challenger for the grips. "Not Exactly" Chris said cutting the celebration from the grips short "Pardon?" Beth asked "That was only the first part of the challenge" Chris said placing Beth hands down "Did I neglect to mention that?" Bryan scoffed at Chris as he crossed his arms as the grips frowned. "It;s time to make a movie!" Chris said as both teams were now at the top of the hill. "And what we've got here is the set for a tearjerker Starting an Elderly lady considering her long life" He said "Boring!" Trent said "More like snore!" Bryan said as he and Trent fist bumped. "I can't believe we don't have a trailer." Harold said frowning. "We are so not going to be able to properly apply make up. without vanity lighting." Heather said her arms around her hip. "This could spell disaster! Thanks Dj!" She added "Hey, Hey! Don't pick on DJ" Eric glared at her "I get him, He feared one of us or crew member would get hurt... but we might be able to use the Make up confessional right?" He said as he looked at Chris. "Wrong!" He said smiling as Eric sighed "You guys will be making" Chris begins talking to the grips "a feature about a thug who tries to go straight, but can't resist the lure of the street" He added "Yeah, It's been done." Gwen said as Heather angrily glares at Chris "Hey, What about lunch?" She began "We've been working for eight hours! and you are legally obligated by union rules to give us a meal break." She said angrily. "Oh yeah? Who here is in the union?" He asked as He raised his hand only "Yeah I thought so." He smiled "And now it's time to choose an actor to perform a scene." He explained the second part of the challenge. "Chef give the teams their scenes" He said as he turned to Chef. Trent and Gwen each received their scenes.

A/N: I'm going to be dividing the preparation of the scenes by teams but they are happening at the same time.

Killer Grips: Trent opens his envelope as he sees the character "Alright, we need an old lady." He turned to his team as Izzy Moved forward excited "oh, please, Let me do it!" She ran towards Trent "It's got to be me. I've got an old soul. I'm like 67 years old on the Inside. 'cause I've been reincarnate a whole bunch of times." She explained as Bryan exchanged glances with Cody. "Actually, I;m the reincarnation of my very own Granny Mavis.." She said as she ran to trent "Aye there laddies. You spilt a wee bit of haggis on your kilt! And I can tell you. Our luck's rising up to the clouds!" She finished and then does a scene salute. "OKay! Fine" the grips all yell at the same time.

Bryan's expression is a mix of irritation and disbelief as he recounts Izzy's over-the-top antics. "Seriously, Izzy is like a walking disaster waiting to happen. She's so utterly ridiculous, it's actually painful to watch. I mean, who in their right mind thinks they're the reincarnation of their own grandma? It's just... beyond absurd. And her whole old lady act? It's like she's trying way too hard to stand out. But hey, if that's what floats her boat, who am I to judge? I'll just sit back and enjoy the show while it lasts, I guess." Bryan smirks with a hint of amusement, clearly reveling in his own superiority.

"Alright! Set Up the shop" Chris explained "Who ever can ger Chef, Mr. ex Army Corporal to show any emotion. wins the challenge" Beth is setting up the lighting on the spot where Izzy was going to be as Lindsay applies powder on Izzy "Your Make up, is gorgeous!" Lindsay said smiling. "And Now I'm gonna make you really feel like an old Lady." She said as she kept applying make up "I feel like 80 years have passed as they started to adjust the lighting" Izzy said frustrated " Don't Move!" Beth said from above "Need Help Beth?" Bryan asked as she shook her head. "Oh don't worry. i can't." Izzy explained "My legs are totally asleep." She added. "Could I get that last line again?" Owen asked as Izzy Grabbed the microphone. "MY LEGS ARE TOTALLY ASLEEP!" She shouted into breaking Owens hearing. "And That's gonna leave a mark" Cody said from beside Owen as He glanced up at Beth and Next to Her Bryan he Knows Bryan has said a few mean comments that day but he was going to trust him for now.

"Yeah, I've seen some moments where Bryan's been pretty mean to people. But I guess I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt. I mean, I've heard that brothers can hate each other sometimes, you know? And Eric and Bryan, well, they're brothers after all. So maybe there's more to their dynamic that I don't understand. I'm not gonna be quick to judge, but I'll definitely be keeping an eye on things." Cody nods decisively, his willingness to see the best in people evident in his expression

Lindsay has a lot of colored tape as he was viewing which to pick "There are seven colors on this tape roll thingy." She said viewing the tapes. Bryan was now helping her because he got tired of trying to help Beth. "But I don't know which one to use" She added "Uh just use one Lind...say" He said resisting calling her Lindsiot. "Okay But what kind of a shape would a makr be??" She looked at marked confused "An 'M' for mark or..." Bryan facepalmed.

"Seriously, dealing with Lindsay's lack of brain cells is like trying to navigate a maze blindfolded. I mean, does she really not know what shape a mark is supposed to be? Is she dumb for real or is she just putting on an act? Either way, it's like trying to teach quantum physics to a hamster. It's exhausting, man. But hey, at least I'm not dealing with Beth's cluelessness anymore. I mean, which is worse? Lindsay's idiocy or Beth's utter uselessness with the lights? It's like choosing between drowning and being burned alive. Can't catch a break with these teammates, that's for sure." Bryan shakes his head in disbelief, his annoyance at Lindsay's apparent dimwittedness and Beth's incompetence

"Er... my legs are starting to tingle" Izzy said with a tired voice as she began to rock "I don't think I can hold much longer" and she falls as Lindsay has a small piece of red Tape and places it on the floor "Oh, we had the lighting just right..." Beth whined "Get back to first positions." Trent ordered "It's been decades" Izzy sounded frustrated "Can we just get the ball rolling on my eventual best actress nomination?" She asked. "And Now! Time for the final Hair and Make up" Chris announced. Lindsay finished The clothing, Hair and Make up for Izzy "Wow! You don't look like you!" Lindsay said smiling "Aye, Lassie. That's on account of me being a master thespian!" Izzy said "Just make sure you lose the Scottish burr. Okay, Granny McE-Scope?" Trent said as he walked past Izzy.

Screaming Gaffers: Gwen opens the envelope and read the title of the Scene "Big Lucky Parmeggiano" She said "A tough guy" Heather spoke as they turned their attention to Duncan carvin s skull ."What?" he asked "You have got to play the Ganster" Gwen said "Don't type cast me" He said glaring "I don't even know if I can act." He added. "You want Harold To do It? He's tough as Butter." Heather said crossing her arms "And no way Ezekiel is doing it. I mean, come on, a homeschool like him? He wouldn't know tough if it hit him in the face." Her smirk revealed her disdain for Ezekiel's perceived lack of street smarts. Eric glared at Heather.

"I seriously can't stand how Heather treats Ezekiel. I mean, sure, he's homeschooled, but that doesn't mean he's any less capable. The guy's got heart, you know? And yet, Heather just can't resist taking shots at him every chance she gets. It's like she's got this need to put him down to make herself feel better. And after everything from last season, you'd think she'd learn, especially considering she's bald and still picking on other people. But no, she's just as mean as ever. Well, let me tell you, it's not gonna fly with me. Ezekiel deserves better than that, and I'm not gonna let Heather get away with her mean-spirited nonsense." Eric said defending Ezekiel despite not being close friends with him yet.

"And don't expect DJ to be a tough guy. Thats for sure." Cheff said smiling from the side "How can you say that?" DJ's voice broke "Come on! This is a rrole you were born to play!" Gwen said "You just have to be you." She added smiling as Duncan grabbed his script "Alright! Set Up the shop" Chris explained "Who ever can ger Chef, Mr ex Army Corporal to show any emotion. wins the challenge". Duncan was reading and viewing the scrip before he spoked "One, I can;t memorize this much" He began as he viewed his lines "and two, thise lines are way out of left field!" He said holding it as Eric walks towards him to read the Line. "Just say what's written and quit being such a Primadonna." Heather said as Eric glares at her "I agree with Duncan, here... these lines don't seem like.." Eric is cut off by Ezekiel "Eric, uh, Can i get a little help over here" He said as he was some how tied up with the lights cable. He quickly went to help Ezekiel. "How did that Happen?" he asked as he ran to him. "We all have a job to do" Leshawna then joined Heather and Duncan;s conversation. "So you just stan there and look pretty.\okay?" Heather continued "Pretty Boy?" She poked him "Don't call me pretty" he said angrily "The last guy who called me pretty ended up Looking a lot less pretty." He said angrily Chris was watching as he laughs "Friction between the crew and talent" he said smirking. "I love it! It's like a real film set" He added Gwen walked close to them "You are not pretty okay, Duncan?" She say calming him "You are hot, okay? You look hot. Sexy! Stud Like!" Gwen said, Trent was doing who knows what on his side as he heard gwen and he raised and eyebrow. "That's better" Duncan said. "I can't believe they settle that so fast." He said frowning. "Some times this business really stinks" He said facing the camera. Heather was walking behind the set of the tough guy scene "No wonder we're taking so long! this place is a mess" Heather continued walking not noticing where she was going. "Uh Heather, " Ezekiel was going to warn her but she kept going "And you have..." her foot got tangled with the cables "Ow! what the...?" she tuggs her leg causing a light to fall and making her be listed and ended up hanging in the air as she yells "ooooo! I know You did this Leshawna!" She yelled. "Help! I am Gonna Need a little help here people." She said as Eric smiles and Ezekiel looks concerned and guilty because he was the one to set up that light.

"Gosh, I feel awful about what happened to Heather. Eric and I were setting up those lights, and I reckon I didn't realize one of the cables was in Heather's path. Next thing I know, she's all tangled up and hanging in the air. It was like a scene straight out of a wild adventure tale. I wanted to warn her, but she just kept walking, and then it was too late. Now she's blaming Leshawna for it all, and I can't help but feel responsible. I hope she's alright and that she doesn't hold it against me." Ezekiel's expression is one of genuine concern and worry,

Harold then eventually helps Heather down. "And Now! Time for the final Hair and Make up" Chris announced. Dj Walks toward Dj holding a Bag with Make uo "This light is Just appalling" He began as he began to put make up on Duncan "How am I supposed to work without a proper trailer and lighting?" He continued sounding a bit mean as the Gwen gasped "I mean, could you tilt that oretty chin up jusst a smidge?" He voice sweet. "That's enough!" Chef shouts and pulls Dj away and sat him in his chair "What?" DJ Asked "My mama always told ne I had a fkair for applying her church make up" He began "So I figured...." He was cut off "We've got to toughen you up, Big old Marshmallow." Chef shouted at him.

"I've got to admit, I see a bit of myself in DJ. But I had to develop the macho with myself without somebody like me helping." Chef explained "This is going to be fun."

Chef began pacing back and Forth infront of DJ "Here's the deal, I'll help you man up to win this thing." Chef began "You don't ask any stupid questions and you split the prize with me." He gets close to Chef "like they say, it's an offer you can't refuse. I won't let you" he threatened. Leshawna gave Duncan a hat and Harold gave him a prop gun.

A/N: Not its back to one.

Chris smiled as he is ready to begin the challenge "And that's...... Action!" He said lowly. As Each side began their scenes, as they played out Chris and Chef realized they didn't checked the scrips when they labeled them so Izzy had the tough guy scene and Duncan the granny scene. Bryan face palms as he sees his team's scene play out as he sees that its not going to do anything to pull at Chef's heartstring. He knows it he can fill it and he doesn't care because That means one less useless teammate when they lose. Non of the Scene were actually doing anything but since Chef was in a Alliance with DJ he decided to throw the challenge for the grips. So he Fake cried to make them win Joining Heather, Leshawna and Ezekiel in the crying. Even if it was fake from Chef's part. "Er... Cut" Chris said sniffling as he whipped some tears off "Okay, enough! It's too much for Chef to take!" He announced "Duncan Clearly wins for best performance. The Screaming Gaffers win it." He announced as Duncan looked surprised. "Hey, Hey, I was robbed Yeah, I'll see you in the morgue Capisce!" Izzy said in a Italian Accent.

It Becomes night and The Gilded Chris Theme begins to play. The grips enter the award stadium and each take seats. as They Wait for Chris to start speaking as He walks to the center stage while Chef did a drum roll "And now, it's your turn to cast your votes" Chris said with his smile "and determine who will stroll down the walk of shame" The grips glance at the Lame-o-sine and the walk of shame as Owen and Beth gasp as if they've seen it for the first time "Under your seats you'll find voting devices," Chris explained as everyone grabbed their voting device " Just Press the button of the person you want voted off. It's easy so... Cast your votes!" He said smiling as everyone began casting their votes. "Who will it be?" He continued "Who will be cast off the set?" He said as soon Chef began to do drum rolls as a paper with the results comes out of a machine. "And it looks like all the votes have been cast. Chef..." He rips it and hands it to Chris "Remember if you get a gilded Chris, You get to stay because rather suitably the Gilded Chris represents the luster of fame and Immortal Greatness." He said as the Gilded Chrises appeared. "and Gilded Chrises go to...." He said as he began tossing them as he called them "Trent" He said as Trent caught his Gilded Chris. "Owen, Cody, Beth and.... Bryan" He tosses them in that order as they each catch them. "Mmmm." Owen groaned as he ate his Chocolate Gilded Chris "Oil- Covered Chocolate. " He said "And now, Three nominees left." He announced. "And the loser is...." He leaves a long pause before "Izzy!" She looks shocked "Tome To Go" Chris smiled pointing to the walk of shame "I'm not going anywhere." She said and crossed her arms "That's not my name!" Chris looks at Chef "Girl likes to be Kaleidoscope" He said "Can I get a Pen over here? It says E-Scope now. Okay?" He said scribbling on the paper. "And Remember you can never come back, Ever!" He said as he pressed the security button. Two wguys in white clothing escort her out "Take her to the Lame-o-Sine" He shouts as the Guys drag Izzy to the Lame-o-sine. then pushed her insdie and closed the door as It began to drive. He poked her head thru the roof window. "This was just a dress rehearsal, my darlings." She laughs then blows kisses "You'll see my star on the walk of fame! Mark my words....MARK THEM!" as The lame-o-sine drove away, the camera began fading to black intil it was completely black.

[Outro]

[End Outro]

TDA Exclusive Scene: E-Scope on the Lame O Sine

Next Episode: Beach Blanket Bogus

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✨Bard Pictures & Propaganda Submission Statuses✨

(I'll do my best to keep this list updated, and you can, of course, write propaganda for bards that already have some)

Bards with both pictures and propaganda:

Thom Merrilin (Wheel of Time)

Chong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Orpheus (Greek Mythology)

Stefen (The Heralds of Valdemar)

Guiliastes/Gui (1/2 Prince)

Asmodean (Wheel of Time)

Venti (Genshin Impact)

Hoid/Wit (Cosmere)

Hap Gladheart (Realm of the Elderlings)

Alastair Nobledrifter (Saving Throw - DnD Podcast)

Maglor (The Silmarillion)

William Shamspeare (Ace Attorney)

Dob the Half-Orc Bard (Oxventure)

Diedrich Knickerbocker (Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story)

Edward Chris von Muir (Final Fantasy IV)

Yara of Nowhere, the Wandering Bard (A Practical Guide to Evil)

Raz'ul, Son of Daz'ul (BomBARDed)

Apollo/Lester Papadopoulos (The Trials of Apollo)

Oli/TheOrionSound (Empires SMP)

Bards with pictures and no propaganda:

Man with the Harmonica (Once Upon a Time in the West)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Classicaloid)

Kermit the Bard (Tales of Tinkerdee)

Franz Liszt (Classicaloid)

The Amazing Devil (Real Life)

Jareth the Goblin King (Labyrinth)

Alan-a-Dale (Robin Hood)

Tom Bombadil (The Lord of the Rings)

Starling Birdsong (Realm of the Elderlings)

Bards with propaganda and no pictures:

David Bowie (Real Life)

The Bard/Kiwi (Wandersong)

Daeron (The Silmarillion)

Callie Cuttlefish (Splatoon)

Finrod (The Silmarillion)

Apollo (Greek Mythology)

Bill Cypher (Gravity Falls)

Edgin Darvis (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves)

Dimentio (Super Paper Mario)

Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem (The Muppets)

Link (The Legend of Zelda)

Katalina (Tabletop Time)

“Weird Al” Yankovic (Real Life)

Dave BruBot/The Major Player (Toontown: Corporate Clash)

Carrie Wilson (Julie and the Phantoms)

Binary Bard (Poptropica)

Christian (Moulin Rouge)

Fflewddur Fflam (The Chronicles of Prydain)

Bard the Bowman (The Hobbit)

Leliana (Dragon Age)

Sprig Plantar (Amphibia)

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

Neil Banging Out the Tunes (Tumblr)

The Muses (Disney Hercules)

Robinton (Pern)

Loquatius Seelie (Critical Role)

Megamind (Megamind)

Mettaton (Undertale)

Gamzee Makara (Homestuck)

William Shakespeare (Real Life)

William Shakespeare (Something Rotten)

Marceline the Vampire Queen (Adventure Time)

Brook (One Piece)

Sea Hawk (She-Ra and the Princess of Power)

Snufkin (Moomin)

Lias "Cliff" Bluestone (Discworld)

Rick Astley (Real Life)

Lúthien Tinúviel (The Silmarillion)

Roman Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Remus Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Bard (Crypt of the Necrodancer)

Kass (Legend of Zelda/Breath of the Wild)

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies)

Charlie Pace (Lost)

Gabrielle the Battling Bard (Xena: The Warrior Princess)

Haer'Dalis (Baldur's Gate)

Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage!)

Sylvando (Dragon Quest 11)

Jaskier/Dandelion (The Witcher)

Rocky (Lackadaisy)

Neil Ciciregea/Lemon Demon (Real Life)

The Pied Piper (The Pied Piper of Hamelin)

Oscar Wilde (Rusty Quill Gaming)

Puss in Boots (Shrek)

Noise (Roleslaying with Roman)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Ron Stampler (Dungeons & Daddies)

Thancred Waters (Final Fantasy XIV)

Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Jack Black (Real Life)

Scanlan Shorthalt (Critical Role)

DJ Cadence (Club Penguin)

Imp Y Celyn (Discworld)

Bard Otter (The Last Dragonlord)

Demyx (Kingdom Hearts)

Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan (Tales of Arcadia: Wizards)

Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit)

Michael Jackson (Real Life)

Gurney Halleck (Dune)

Bards with neither:

Max Rebo (Star Wars)

Will Scarlet (Robin Hood)

Kvothe (The Kingkiller Chronicle)

Elan (Order of the Stick)

The Bard (Shovel Knight)

Kyoami/The Fool (Ran/King Lear)

Hannah Montana (Hannah Montana)

Thistle/Sissel (Delicious in Dungeon)

Cicero (Skyrim)

The Onceler (The Lorax)

Gerard Way (Real Life)

Frank Sinatra (Real Life)

Essi Daven (The Witcher)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Miss Piggy (The Muppets)

Nyadas Okiro (Critical Role)

Kitagra (Kings of the Wyld)

Kaylie Shorthalt (Critical Role)

Father Gabriel (The Mission)

Steve McKenzie/Jester (Galavant)

Gieve (The Heroic Legend of Arslan)

Kubo (Kubo and the Two Strings)

Sir Robin's Minstrels (Monty Python and the Holy Grail)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Freddy Mercury (Real Life)

Rickety Stitch (Rickety Stitch and the Gelatinous Goo)

Éile (The Witcher: Blood Origin)

Bill & Ted (Bill & Ted)

Dorian Storm (Critical Role)

Maria von Trapp (The Sound of Music)

BMO (Adventure Time)

[Do note that some of these I will be able to easily find art for, just I haven't gotten around to doing it and nobody's submitted any]

[4d-hypermoth]

The Game Awards, but just the announcements I care about:

Pony Island 2: Panda Circus - I have very vague memories of watching a playthrough of the first game, and the sequel looks absolutely bonkers in the best of ways. Also SUNGWON!

Usual June - Not much to say except it looks cool and I hope it turns out good.

Windblown - Never played Dead Cells despite everyone saying it's great, but man they really did just brutally murder those little animal dudes. Awesome.

God of War Ragnarök: Valhalla - Free update!? Based. Also that was absolutely a cyclops, I'm curious if they tie back in some Greek mythology stuff.

Big Walk - I have no idea what this game is but it better win Game of the Year 2025.

No Rest for the Wicked - Not quite sure what the game itself it, except that it's gorgeous.

5 New Sega Games - JET SET RADIOOOOO- ahm, I mean, this might just be the highlight of the entire show for me, despite how little was shown. Sega has so many cool old games that haven't seen the light of day in so long (though Streets of Rage had a game somewhat recently I think?). Anyway I'm going to break this up into individual sections despite each one having about 5 seconds of footage, lol

Jet Set Radio - Obviously this game was in production well before the release of Bomb Rush Cyberfunk, but I guarantee people are going to be way more hype for this thanks to Team Reptile. Seeing DJ Professor K in this new style sent me to a higher plane. Can't wait for more on this one.

Streets of Rage - I'm not really a beat 'em up enjoyer, but it's interesting that this game is going 3D.

Shinobi - This game looks very pretty. High hopes for this one. Hope it takes notes from all the big indie platformers of the last decade.

Golden Axe - This one looks veeeery interesting. I'm only vaguely familiar with OG Golden Axe, but the art style and the game being 3D have certainly caught my eye.

Crazy Taxi - HEY HEY HEY IT'S TIME TO MAKE SOME CRRRAZY MONEY ARE YOU READY? HERE WE GO! Very curious how they adapt this one into a modern title. YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH

OD - I'm not interested in playing this (I mean we don't even know what the game is besides horror... with really detailed faces), but it's a Kojima game so I'll nonetheless watch it from a distance. Hideo Kojima and Jordan Peele is a wild combo.

Black Myth: Wukong - Holy shit it has a release date. This game has looked insane since it's reveal, hope it lives up to the years of hype.

Tales of Kenzera: Zau - Everyone's fixating on the Critical Role logo lol. This one's got style and I hope it does well, but I'm not really a metroidvania guy so I'll probably pass.

Final Fantasy VII Rebirth - Cid real!

Blade - There are very few potential Marvel projects I'd be interested in this point... luckily Blade is still cool XD

Not a game, but after that Old Gods of Asgard performance... do I need to check out Alan Wake 2??? XD

Guilty Gear Strive updates - The original gun-wielding menace has returned. Dig the new outfit. I know at least one person who will be thrilled at Elphelt's return. Curious as to how this 3v3 mode will play.

Was not expecting Elden Ring DLC news - they literally said that it was still a ways off, so idk why so many people were expecting a trailer. Happy for Monster Hunter fans, even if I'll never get the appeal of those games. So many shooters with forgettable titles and/or minimal gameplay shown. And apparently Fortnite is a games platform now? Weird.

Congrats to Baldur's Gate 3 for winning the things. See yall next year when Foamstars sweeps the Game Awards.

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Owo can we some more of your ocs???

WAAAAA-

also yes absolutely! i do not have any puppet OCs (yet) other than my puppetsona, so my other OCs shall have to do! this will be a bit long so i'm going to put this under a read more:

we'll start with some more fandom-related OCs! here's Miiko, a Moomins OC of mine:

Miiko is a half-moomin/moomintroll (similar to how Snufkin is half-mumrik). He's in an OC x Canon poly relationship with the Joxter/Joxaren and the Mymble! His whole thing is that they're an astronomer who writes the constellations upon maps, and he also dabbles in a bit of theatre.

I also have an MHA/BNHA OC, although I am not part of the fandom/never got deeply involved into it. I still keep her because I made her when I was going through a rough friend group and so she brings me a lot of comfort as writing and re-developing her after the events helped ease the pain I was recovering from.

She is depicted to the right (on the left is @soda-sparkss OC Miasma Bakugou), and her name is Inako Saito! She was raised by the Neo-League (a recreation of the LOV in her universe) and was experimented on quite a bit as a child. This resulted in her having an unstable quirk that constantly changes, called Quirk Shift.

This isn't really a fandom necessarily, but I have a D&D character I have yet to get a chance to use yet, but I love them to bits!

(Image by goemon on Toyhou.se / diesaur on Instagram)

This here is Kiwal! He's an avian monk who was raised by sailors upon a ship known as The Lindwurm. They very much believe in the power of friendship(tm) and they're an all around great guy! His voiceclaim is Tidus from Final Fantasy X and his themeclaim is any of Maxi's themes from the Soul Calibur series.

Moving on from fandom OCs.... onto Story/Project OCs! I'll start with a guy I haven't used in a long time:

I don't really have a reference for this version of him, but this is Bass! He started off as a Friday Night Funkin' OC a long while ago but then I changed him into an OC for a Tactics RPG Project I had in mind (similar to old Fire Emblem games or Final Fantasy Tactics). He's the Fellaen prince of an empire that worships the dragon Ouroboros. He's one of the two main characters of his story, the other being the vessel of the divine and fell dragon, Luka (whom I have 0 image references for- sorry-).

Now for an OC very close to my heart, because @soda-sparkss made him!:

(Art by @soda-sparkss, character on the right belongs to him! That is Tobias)

Keanan (depicted on the left) is a human with a love for programming, the technical side of spaceships, etc. who was stuck being a janitor on a human fleet because the higher-ups felt he was too pacifistic. One day the ship he was on got attacked by an alien fleet (specifically, a species known as Nephorites) and was taken aboard their vessel by their captain, Tobias. He ended up getting hired there >:)

Now for a character from a project you will hopefully one day see...:

This here is Lucrum Von-Aconitum, a Nephilion (species from one of my bigger projects). He's the current head of the Von-Aconitum bloodline and thus is the Grand Judge of Terrahydrus, the Underground Canal City. He is in fact a father figure and also is very corrupt (accepts bribes and whatnot in his courtroom). We love him though <3 He is part of a very, very big RPG project I plan on making one day... it will likely change a lot once I start working on it, because the story needs a very heavy revamp (really, really badly- it sucks to me as of now).

I don't want to list any of my other story OCs from that story since I need to redesign them + rewrite the plot heavily, so I'm going to show one last silly, non-story OC:

This is Kweh-Kweh. He was originally a Modern D&D OC (grung DJ bard) but now he's just a cool OC. Peep the shinji chair on his kneepads.