#This isn't a straight line of A to B this is a full circle from one point after the break out to another

[noirvette]

poly tweek and craig! + reader who gets panic attacks regularly headcanons!!

YESSS A TWEEK AND CRAIG REQUEST, I was so excited to see this one in my inbox. again for all requests i'd like to apologize for it taking so long to release these. they've been in my drafts but i got excited about the smau.

i did do poly!! however it's stylized to show them both individually

cws: none! Aged up characters!

♡ TWEEK TWEAK

He gets it and he's learned some tricks from Craig to help himself calm down so he applies what he's learned to you.

He's always willing to help you too, a fun lil tidbit is by helping you calm down, he helps himself calm down as well

Does a lot of soothing back rubs/rubbing circles into your back.

Is an advocate for the 3-3-3 method, where you list 3 things you see, hear, and can move.

He holds onto your hand so you can squeeze his hands. He's gotten use to tight grips so don't worry if you think you've squeezed too hard, he's fine.

Contact with another person helps ground him a lot so he does it for you on instinct, however if that makes you more stressed or does the opposite effect, he'll back off a bit and stay more so on the side lines unless Craig specifies on what he can do.

He might not be able to help you bring back your focus in on something too much, so he's kind of more like moral support and is very good at letting you know he's just there and how he isn't going anywhere.

Craig once read that the smell of lavender can help with panic attacks and so now Tweek carries those small scent jar necklaces and it smells like lavender and he puts it on you to help you. (Craig will get you your own tbh)

Will also rub circles into the palms of your hands. Does a lot of hand touching, like connecting his fingertips to yours and sounds. I feel like Tweek would make quiet soothing sounds that you can sort've try focusing on instead of the loud busy background noises.

When you have a panic attack in public he gets a bit nervous on dealing with it but that's solely because of his own anxiety making him nervous about people staring.

So Craig helps you more when it comes to public panic attacks (more about this coming right up)

♡ CRAIG TUCKER

Craig is used to seeing Tweek's panic attacks occur in public, so he's great at deescalating and helping you through public panic attacks.

He counts out loud or has you focus in on breathing (Tweek will sometimes join in to help coax you into repeating things)

"Okay hun, breathe in.." "..1 ...2 ...3..." "Good..now breathe out"

If your panic attacks spike in public spaces because of people's stares, Craig and Tweek both shield you from view using their bodies.

Craig also straight up glares at them and flips them off. He'll watch them as they walk away too, hates that people will just stare at those having panic attacks and not help.

Because of Tweek and you, Craig tends to carry a backpack with him full of stress reliever toys that he'll give you if you start showing signs of a panic attack starting. He'll give you a stress ball or other stress relievers to help with calming you out of a panic attack

For some reason I feel as though Craig is on his phone a lot, especially if he's in a class without you or Tweek. In his mind, it's not worth paying attention without either of you two there with him (bro manages to get solid B through A-'s so he's doing fine tbh)

I'm mentioning this because if you believe you're about to have a panic attack, texting Craig about it will result in him at your side within seconds.

He doesn't even care if he's getting detention again, helping you out is worth more than some stupid class.

Willing to do whatever it is once you're feeling better. Wanna ditch class and the rest of school? He's with you and you guys are grabbing Tweek. Want to head to the nurses office and fake some sickness so you don't have to return to class right away? Works with him. If you even want to head back to class he'll walk you, kiss you on your forehead and make sure you make it to your seat.

All in all both of them are absolute sweethearts and will help you and support you whenever you have a panic attack.

They love you so much

[alpineshift]

okay, I have no idea how coherent this is going to be, so bear with me, but here are my thoughts on jealous!Jack...

first and foremost, we must set the scene. I think my favorite thing about Devils games is that Nico is always finding himself in a situation. This is really due to the fact that he's always net front, always going into the dirty spaces, always in the midst of puck battles, and isn't afraid to use his skating ability to outsmart an opponent.

I'm thinking specifically of these moments: Exhibit A, Exhibit B, Exhibit C.

and I'm just imagining Jack either on the ice or on the bench watching things like this happen all game, every game. Like Nico's a one man charm offensive right and he doesn't this turn this charm off on the ice or off the ice, and so Jack day in, day out, is not only seeing his own teammates fall all over themselves trying to impress Nico or get a head pat from Nico, but the media who are also a little bit in love with him, and now also dudes from other teams.

and you add this to Jack's mile long praise kink, and you get Jack being Jack and then all of his cellies especially from the 2022-2023 season involve him making sure to get his hugs/pats/praise/love from Nico. he loves that attention and he wants to make sure everyone out there knows that although Nico may be a charm machine, its Jack who Nico belongs to and vice versa.

casual possessive hand on Nico's number, skipping the celly line to go straight to Nico and then getting cockblocked by Colin Miller, casual possessive bear paws around Nico in the singles corner of a team photo, scooching across the bench to get his head pats

just love the idea of like Jack needing to balance the fact that he knows Nico is the Captain and he knows Nico needs to make time for all of the Devs boys, but Jack also wants his Nico all to himself.

and Nico always indulges him. every time Jack uses his stick to get Nico's attention, on the bench, during a celly, during a conference before a face off, after a game, any time Jack wants Nico's attention, Nico will always give it. its a symbiotic relationship.

but basically, everyone's a little bit in love with Nico right. like look at him. and look at how everyone in the league interacts with him. everyone's definitely a little in love with Nico, and Jack knows Nico only has eyes for him, but it does drive him a little bit bat shit that all of these people are constantly getting put under a spell by Nico's dimples and his cow eyes.

there's also this silly little headcanon I had back when Timo first joined the team last season about how Jack maybe felt a type of way about another guy joining the team that Nico has history/shared life experience with. maybe Jack decides to learn Swiss for like five minutes to try to understand what Timo and Nico are laughing about in Swiss German all the time.

I dunno, there's a lot going on in my noggin about this. its my absolute favorite because like Jack was THE boy at the USNTDP and everyone kind of circles around him and he's a first overall and on the Devils, the team, the media, the narratives circle around him. and you put that together with the magnetic pull of one Nico Hischier and oh boy whats Jack's brain doing now huh?

this is getting far too long, so I'm gonna just shut up now, very sorry for like word vomiting in your ask box, ahahaha!

trust me I have SO many thoughts about this. so many.

the way I am CHOWING DOWN on this...help me...I literally went and made myself a tea so I could tuck in and unspool your ask in its full glory. THANK YOU. this is my jealous jack bible now LOL

reading this has made me realize Nico is basically a capybara LOL. chill, cute, friend shaped, minds his own biz, universally beloved and makes buddies across all animal kingdoms. none of us are immune to the Nico CharmTM, least of all hockey players, least of all jack hughes. that backhug picture of them from the team gathering gets me every time. I love to see it.

the layers are there and they are so endearing. I'm living for your Timo headcanon bc I recently had the experience of seeing a Timo pic on the devil's social media and went "oh whoa holy shit he's good looking" so I can project this feeling onto Jack, who's torn between wow he's good looking to him and nico are real close and idk how to feel about that levels of internal conflict. meanwhile those two are just gabbing on about absolutely nothing of importance hfnshffn.

I love that you shared all this with me!! thank you!! I too can go on for days daydreaming of the lore and the webs and the intricacies!! come back whenever you want and leave more charming nuggets in my inbox ❤️

[blitzsicedcoffee]

Ficlet- Hella-Tober Day 1: Sins

I've decided to do the Hella-tober month prompts as ficlets since I won't have the energy for full one shots for all of them. The prompt list will be at the end if you want to join me! Also starting early cause I have other full fics planned and this prompt challenge lasts for 31 days!

Timeline: The hooded figures have arrived at IMP office. Blitz has to protect his family.

"Uh...Blitz!" Loona looks through the blinds out the window of their meeting room as Moxxie is giving a presentation. Seeing a line of hooded figures with their faces obscured starting to circle the building. Her paws shake and she looks back at her father with fear in her eyes.

"What? What's wrong Loonie?" He walks over and looks between the blinds where she's holding them and his heart rate quickens. He bites his lip. Millie and Moxxie pausing and waiting on his word.

He turns around, mustering up the little courage he has and starts pointing, as leaders do.

"Loona, grab the important paperwork shit in a briefcase. The office rental lease, all that shit. M&M, grab all the weapons. All of them. Got it team?" He asks quickly and Moxxie goes to interject "But sir whats-"

He takes a deep breath and tries to stay calm, looking at Moxxie desperately, he's trying to keep his team safe satan dammit. "I said, got it, Moxx?"

Moxxie blinks and nods, and he and Millie raid the weapons room and stuff them in bags as Blitz opens a crystal portal straight into the back of their van. He takes one last look outside through the blinds and the hooded ass hats haven't moved. Good.

Once the rest of the gang are through the portal into the van, Blitz joins them and closes it, climbing over Moxxie's head and over the back seat to settle in the drivers seat.

Millie speaks up, "B what the fuck is going on?"

"Get ready for a life on the run, gang!" He starts the car and accelerates....straight into a pole, crashing the van, his head flinging forward onto the horn, alerting their new hooded friends.

Moxxie growls, checking over Millie, "I hate you, so much, Blitz".

Blitz waves the comment off and holds Loona close as he tries to also put a protective arm against the back seat where M&M are. The hooded figures are surrounding the car, closing in. Moxxie reaches for a pistol but Blitz puts a hand up, "Not yet. We don't know what they are". He nods and puts the pistol down.

"Blitzo Buckzo, you have been summoned to stand trial!" The center figure says. All their faces still blacked out.

Blitz looks up, thinking. Trial? For what? The rest of the gang looks at him skeptically too like 'what did you do this time', but suddenly the center figure snaps, and they're all in an unfamiliar place, with none of their weapons.

Moxxie starts hyperventilating and Millie holds him, "It'll be okay baby", but Moxxie cracks, "No! It won't! If our fuck up of a boss could stay out of trouble for five fucking minutes maybe we would be okay! But we're not!"

"Okay, chill the fuck out", Loona says, still holding her dad's hand. Blitz looks up, "Moxxie i-i don't even know what the fuck this is about!"

"It's obviously about you fucking that prince, sir! What did you get your dick wet in some other royal too?"

"Moxxie!" Millie scolds and Moxxie sighs and turns away from them.

"Maybe we focus on figuring out where the fuck we are?" Loona asks, crossing her arms. Blitz smiles, "That's why you're my favorite, Loonie", Blitz pats her arm then looks around. There isn't much to go by. The ground is hard and red. The walls are hard and red, kinda like rock. And they're in some type of cell, because there's a wall of some sort that looks see-through, but Blitz gets shocked when he touches it.

"Well-we seem to be in a cage", Blitz says, his mouth thinning into a fine line. Moxxie growls, "OF COURSE WE'RE IN A CAGE!" the rest of the gang steps back. They've never seen Moxxie so angry before.

Moxxie stands up and starts waving hands wildly towards Blitz, "You think, that whatever shit you're in they're going to be fair? That they aren't going to pin whatever the fuck you did on all of us too?! They don't know mercy, this is fucking hell!"

Blitz's shoulders sag and he hugs himself and turns away, and Millie grabs Moxxie's shoulder but he shrugs her off.

"Moxxie, you think whatever they brought him to trial for is fair? Sure we don't know what it is yet but, it ain't all his fault. There are some petty demons in hell" she tells him but he doesn't want to hear it. Sulking in a corner. Blitz doing the same in another.

Loona and Millie exchange worrying looks until they see a line of SINS passing their prison. First Mammon, who doesn't make eye contact. Then Bee who looks to Loona and widens her eyes, rubbing her arms but hesitantly passes without a word, making Loona growl. Then Leviathan, slithering past quickly. Then Satan, who stares down their prison and narrows his eyes in silence, then walking on.

Finally, Asmodeus runs over in a smaller form than usual. "Ozzie!" Blitz yells when he looks back and runs over, almost touching the electricity wall again then stops himself, holding his elbows.

"What is this all about Blitz?" He asks and Blitz blinks, "I thought you would know your sinfulness". Ozzie scoffs, "I wish but these bozos never tell me anything, like I'm not important. Like sex isn't important! You know-" blitz snaps in front of him, "back on topic big bird". Ozzie sighs, "Right. They have Fizz too, he's down the hall in the same kind of cell".

"What?!" Blitz growls and bares his teeth, his tail whipping back and forth that loona has to jump back against the wall.

"I tried to insist he stay with me but you know how much distrust there is for imps" he says solemnly and Moxxie yells, "Thank you!"

"I don't know what the fuck I did to deserve this shit! I-I all I did was run my business! And use your crystal!" He whines and pushes the pads of his fingers to his eyes to keep tears away.

Ozzie frowns, "I don't think it's about the time you used your crystal".

"Then fucking what is it about!" He yells, frustrated. Then Stolas walks out from behind Asmodeus, he didn't even see him walk over.

"S-stols?" He says with the softest voice. He hasn't seen him since the apology tour. Since that party. The owl's eyes are too tired. His feathers too grey. He reaches out and gets shocked again and yelps, Loona grabbing him to keep him away from the invisible wall.

Ozzie slips away to go talk to Fizz down the hall as Stolas pulls his head up like it takes immense energy.

"Your whole business is on trial for the use of my Grimoire..." He almost whispers. But Blitz heard. He'd dial in his hearing to hear anything this bird says.

"But I- but you let us you-" he stutters.

Stolas sighs, hugging himself, "We did know it was illegal....Blitz. I wasn't supposed to be lending it to you".

Anger wells up inside him, he had given him the book. He had given him his heart.

"Well fine! Maybe I should've stolen the damn thing And just left your sorry ass to rot in that damn palace without an inch of fucking love! Without your 'first friend'!" He breathes heavily and growls and Stolas takes a step back as a tear escapes his eye and he swallows, "I will be fighting for us. I am on trial too", and with that he leaves. Blitz almost launching himself at the electric wall again, just wanting to feel something but Loona holds his arms, "No", she adds firmly.

Millie comes over and rubs Blitz's back as he slumps down to sitting on the ground, a tear escaping his eye.

(this one will be continued on the day labeled "Fallen").

[thesinglesjukebox]

(G)I-DLE - "QUEENCARD"

Time to find out once and for all -- like, for real this time -- who hates fun!

6.29

Kayla Beardslee: Dumb bitches assemble (affectionate). "Queencard" is kind of embarrassing to defend (you're going to bat for the boob and booty hot song? really?), but if you listen to it enough, it becomes impossible to deny that it's also kind of a banger. It would be a different matter if the production and topline weren't pulling their weight, but that bassline rips, and those line-to-line handoffs between all five members in the first verse get me every time. It also helps that this song comes from by far the best album (G)I-DLE has ever put out: when "Queencard" is placed next to the beautiful, dreamy B-side "Paradise" or the sinister-sexy "Lucid," its goofiness seems less like actual vapidity and more like Soyeon intentionally fucking around because she knows it's good to have a little fun and gas yourself up sometimes. Like, look me in the eyes and tell me it's not high performance art to release "Tomboy" and "Queencard" (and "Nxde"!) within a year of one another. I can get on board with a bit of silliness in exchange for the album I've been waiting for (G)I-DLE to make since I first discovered them -- which, as it happens, was when the Jukebox covered "Uh Oh" back in 2019. What a lovely and emotionally nuanced full-circle moment. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to twerking on the runway. [8]

Crystal Leww: MY BOOB AND BUTT IS HOT MY BOOB AND BUTT IS HOT MY BOOB AND BUTT IS HOT MY BOOB AND BUTT IS HOT MY BOOB AND BUTT IS HOT [8]

Katherine St Asaph: Vintage Fergie. [3]

Harlan Talib Ockey: Ridiculous. [7]

Tara Hillegeist: As an object lesson in one of pop music's golden rules -- "unfuckwithable production can save unforgivable lyrics every time" -- "Queencard" ticks all the bases. Embarrassing lines like "twerking on the runway" and "sexy like Kim Kardashian" that not even Meghan Trainor could've written with a straight face completely fail to dent that supple bassline and synth-bleep driven stomp of a beat. There isn't a single word of this song worth dignifying with a sincere analysis; there isn't a single word of this song that matters while the squelched-alarm bubble and squeak of a melody and irrepressible line delivery are still making the brain jiggle like so much excited jelly under their sonic assault. This is a missive from the same school of thought that produced "Song 2": a heady slab of music so thoroughly stupid yet sneeringly self-confident about it, hearing it excites the listener enough to mistake it for the work of a frustrated genius, instead. I cannot take its message seriously without taking insult. I can't stop pressing repeat. [7]

Will Adams: So many delightfully dumb lines, it's hard to choose a favorite. I wish the music had been equally as silly, as opposed to whatever Jonas Brothers purgatory it currently exists in. [5]

Alfred Soto: Elements from Pussycat Dolls and Meghan Trainor drift and fade with the attention span. [4]

Daniel Montesinos-Donaghy: This quintet's energy is infectious enough to take "Queencard" (great title) to the finish line, but there's no getting past the backing track. Envision every Black Friday/post-Christmas/commercial on TV, strip the jaunty musical beds from their flatscreen-deal context, then paste them one after the other. I'm sorry, but GO TO PRISON!!! [2]

Nortey Dowuona: Pop rock as an aesthetic is actually a good thing to be pilfering from. It's not novel or boundary pushing in the slightest, but after the last decade of everything stealing from rap -- the structures, the adlibs, the flows, the kicks, snares, hi-hats and percussion, the poses, the clothing -- and miserably failing to even slightly capture the same lightning strike... maybe don't be bothered to try. I've been listening to What Had Happened Was with Questlove, and at each turn I grow more frustrated by the fact that neither he nor Black Thought ever cottoned on to the giant possibilities of being an actual band, only producing musical phrases to be looped in the least interactive or vivid way. And this song, which is a solid approximation of 2005 pop rock and 2011 piss-take raps, just frustrates me cuz it feels like Jeon So-yeon, the group's Questlove, has the same problem; being able to make poppy Shafiq Husayn records and settling for Max Martin throwaways. [5]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: How long has it been since we've had an honest-to-god hook song? You could blame it on shifting musical trends, but ever since K-pop made it big in the West, lyrics have had to start making sense. This means we've been deprived of the joy that comes with wonky English. The lyrics are especially camp on "Queencard," but it goes beyond that: it's the total surrendering of a topline to phrasing and rhythm. Case in point: "My boob and booty" has syllabic parallels with "I'm top" and "twerking." There's also a slick maneuvering between English and Korean here, with (G)I-DLE selecting the words that sound best -- "ppoppo" is way more fun than "kiss," and "I'm cute" can be delivered with more sass than the same phrase in Korean. "Queencard" may not be a term the average American knows, but it doesn't matter: it's the sort of nonsense word that you can repeat incessantly, much like we all did with "gee" 14 years ago. To top it off, (G)I-DLE actually sound like they're enjoying themselves instead of delivering a Serious Message. We may never get a song like this again. [7]

David Moore: There's boob and booty and twerking in this one, sure, but the most exhilarating part of the whole thing is when the phrase "I'm a queencard" in the chorus devolves into uncanny syllables, like Jell-O starting to go runny in the sun, in a way doesn't just tell you what a queencard is, but really points to it -- this is a queencard. I'm reminded that K-pop isn't just multilingual, but often meta-lingual in the way that so much (all?) good pop is, refusing to let words get by as mere signifiers and forcing us to reckon with words at the phonemic, molecular level. How wild is it that the entire basis of our civilization is built on these funky noises we make with our mouths and tongues and lungs and noses and throats? I think that's neat. [8]

Kat Stevens: I worry that she's going to lose a lot of money at poker. [6]

Michael Hong: Look, Soyeon's English lyrics are often questionable, and it doesn't help that each member seems to drop syllables. She's exaggerated her "rapping" voice to be sharper and more piercing, and the lyric "look so cool, look so sexy like Kim Kardashian (uh) / look so cute, look so pretty like Ariana" fits awkwardly in the meter and is a bit reductive of each (but also your bad if you expected a nuanced feminist take from the group that brought you "Nxde"). And the entire thing is just a Valley Girl rip of "Song 2" by Blur. And yet, 4 + 4 is still: [8]

Brad Shoup: The pre-chorus is really interesting, how it teeters on the rim of Meghan Trainor maltshop-pop without ever falling in. It's a nice break from the spy-theme slink that dominates this. [5]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Referencing Ariana Grande directly feels like giving away the game -- this is some real Dangerous Woman shit, a maximalist pop barrage that seems to operate on the principle that if you make enough baffling aesthetic and lyrical decisions it'll loop back to sense eventually. Joke's on me -- they're right! This sounds like how I imagine getting shot out of a T-shirt cannon would feel. [7]

Michelle Myers: Shuhua is a queencard. Soyeon is squeak-rapping like she's HyunA's daughter. Minnie is hosting a blue champagne party and doing her best Debbie Harry impression. Miyeon hard carries the pre-chorus. Yuqi is jamming the phrase "sexy like Kim Kardashian" into five syllables. She's top. She's twerking on the runway. [8]

Anna Katrina Lockwood: "I'm twerking on the runway" has got to be in the top five greatest stunt English lines in K-pop history. (G)I-DLE have always had oodles of talent and charisma, but "Queencard," like last year's "Tomboy," has the confidence of maturity and a rare sense of unfettered enjoyment. Nobody's had such a good time in a music video since GD and TOP went to the club. Speaking of YG party songs, of course this is reminiscent of that format---though as others have pointed out, it lacks the true YG party chorus to close. There are a few better precedents in Cube's own history, which are combined effectively with a vaguely punk rock sound and a sensitive handful of blog house references. Part of the magic has to be the judicious editing Soyeon has applied here -- "Queencard" is a blisteringly tight 2:41, far from the bloat often befalling her earlier compositions. It's fun, you can shout along to it, there's a funny little dance, there are at least three melodies I've had stuck in my head--it's some good fucking K-pop. [9]

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

okay… okay, s, okay. my head is full of so many thoughts. so many thoughts about college!a/b/o!evanstan…

(and please don’t feel pressured to answer if you are busy with school i don’t wanna be a distraction!!)

- chris constantly being so horny when he and seb first get together that seb just straight up telling chris that he is willing to be a human fleshlight for him

- chris taking seb up on the offer

- seb being fucked within an inch of his life every time that their schedules line up

- chris saying that he has to kiss seb’s hole better because it just stays wet and a little puffy from constantly being used

- seb becoming a blow-job queen, he can literally get chris off in 45 seconds but chris would never admit to that… seriously, that thing he does where he tongues chris’ slit makes him see stars, what the fuck else is he supposed to do??

- chris’ ruts and seb’s heats start to sync up

- after nights of particularly rough sex, seb will have to shift in his seat in class because his ass is so sore

- chris starting to grow facial hair because he wants to look more “grown up”

- seb teasing chris about the facial hair but actually loving it because of the beard burn he gets while chris eats him out

- cock warming while they’re “studying”, but they actually get nothing done

- scenting each other, kissing and sucking on each other’s scent glands after particularly difficult days

- cuddling. so much cuddling.

- what used to be seb’s part of the dorm is now perpetually a nest

- being tangled up in each other constantly

- seb becoming more comfortable in his sexuality and more open to exploring kink

- seb himself becoming insatiable, no thanks to chris

- love. so much love, they’re both so tender 😭😭

evanstan omegaverse au origin here and continued here

Yes yes yes haha, I love that we've infected so many people with them lol! I would love to fully, fully respond to this but, yeah, you're right I'm busy unfortunately. Not that this isn't great!

- That first point 👀

- I can just see Chris, baby alpha Chris, a little distressed by how fucking intense his need for Seb is and how much he constantly wants the omega. I mean... he is a college student. Peak libido time lol. Chris then confesses these urges to Sebastian, thinking it might help or he might feel the same way only for Sebastian to shyly offer, "why don't you then, alpha?" Exposing his throat to the other man just to show him how much he's okay with being used like that...

- YES of course. It's what he deserves 😤

- I would have to say... after the first time of being rimmed... I don't think Seb would mind having his poor hole kissed better regularly.

- Y E S , all that practice with blow jobs and Seb's oral fixation meeting in the middle? Oh boy, that spells danger for Christopher.

- They do! And it is incredible for them. Each their first times having their cycles fully sated because they have a partner to match them 😏

- Mmm, yeah, I bet he does. Both Seb and Chris have dark circles under their eyes and keep glancing at each other and Sebastian is shifting in his seat and Anthony in class with them, hissing at them low enough that the Prof can't here, threatening to fucking walk out of the motherfucking class if they don't quit. Now is not the time.

- Aw, I actually really like that. Chris wants to not get mistaken for an overgrown high schooler with his baby face and pouty lips and so he's like, eh, a beard should fix that. Sebastian plops himself in his lap, sideways, scratching his jaw and chin with his blunt nails more and more when it starts to come in, purring about how handsome he looks or, yeah, teasing him about it.

- BEARD B U R N Sebastian practically has a kink by the end of the term ;)

- Cock 👏 warming 👏 while 👏 they're 👏 studying 👏

- Yes yes yes, all the scenting possible. Always. Its annoying to everyone else, they always just smell like the other person, not like themselves lol

- C u d d l i n g , and precisely~

- Their dorm room is practically one big nest. Aw. Puppy love at its finest.

- "being tangled up in each other constantly" HEART 👏 EYES 👏

- Oh, yes, please. I love some kinky exploration for sure.

- Haha, yeah, Chris is often like [affectionately] what monster have I made? Toward Seb because he wants it all the time and he is shameless in breaking out the puppy dog eyes as he begs for his cock, sliding onto his knees, kissing Chris' own knee as he claims his mouth feels empty, too empty, and he misses his knot. He wants it inside him. Soon, pleeease!

- And of course,

Love.

Thanks for the ask, sweetheart!

[fightdiavolo]

[Summon]

"Attacking me when you lose your temper? How noble of you, my lord."

MC jumps back from the podium as Diavolo takes a swing at it and then dives under one of the tables in the middle of the room. They crawl as fast as they can to the door, already hearing banging from the other side. Diavolo takes his time in chasing MC, making a show of throwing each table so hard against the far wall that it breaks into splinters. He didn't worry about the brothers breaking in through the wall or doors, his magic made them impenetrable.

MC realized this as well; if they wanted protection they would need to get to the other side of the door, or bring the brothers in. MC knows they can't out run Diavolo, and with the way he was stalking towards them right now, it is not far fetched to believe that he would kill them only a foot away from salvation.

"DENIZENS OF DARKNESS, HEED MY CALL!" A desperate hail Mary, MC focuses all of their energy to summon any brother. Diavolo lunges for them but gets pinned to the ground as two bodies tackle him. Be it the angel blood or from studying under Solomon, MC had managed to summon all of the brothers into the room and bypassed Diavolo's magic entirely.

Diavolo roared, Levi joining Mammon and Beel on top of Diavolo to try and keep him still.

"GET OUT OF HERE, GO!" Mammon yells back to MC, Satan already grabbing them by the wrist and hauling them to the door with Belphegor on their flank. Their escape door is flung open and Barbatos stands on the other side, seething and already in his demon form. From just beyond the door frame, MC could make out Asmo and Solomon slumped on the ground, bright red spots coloring the walls behind them. Belphegor runs ahead to hit Barbatos, but he gets pulled to the ground by pale teal chains that shoot up from the floor. Belphegor is immobilized, leaving Satan to push MC towards the door and try to take on Barbatos.

Fighting Satan takes a good bit of his concentration, but Barbatos is still able to chain down Mammon and Beelzebub, the fastest and the strongest. With them removed, Diavolo made quick work of throwing Leviathan off of him and out one of the windows to the courtyard below. He closes in on MC with such a speed that the wind catching up is enough for MC to fall over .As Diavolo reached for them instinct took over and MC closed their eyes.

When the crushing blow didn't come a second later, MC opened their eyes and saw Lucifer holding back Diavolo, both struggling to push the other back. MC's look of surprise was met with an equal look of horror from Diavolo. With the pacts, MC had willed for someone to come and defend them, Lucifer's body moved before he had even decided the best way to protect MC.

With the pacts, MC had forced Lucifer's hand and shown that his loyalty to MC was stronger than his loyalty to Diavolo.

"I'm sorry," MC's voice isn't much more than a whisper as they scramble to their feet and run to the door. But Barbatos had managed to subdue Satan and block Leviathan from entering the room again. Now that they were actually in the chains, keeping the brothers trapped was child's play. With a stern nod from Diavolo, Barbatos drew out a circle of flames and pulled out a thick, leather bound book.

MC stopped when they heard Lucifer's gasp, they turn around to see what had happened only to find themselves lifted off the ground. MC is too surprised to fight back, hanging limp in Lucifer's grip as he continues to squeeze the life out of them. His lips were shut in a thin straight line, but Lucifer's eyes teared up and he was making a visible effort to pull himself away from MC. MC tried to summon the same panic from before- it had brought the brothers to them, so they hoped it could push them away. A few precious seconds wasted, Lucifer hadn't moved and now the edges of MC's vision were starting to grow dark.

"This may be more advanced than your classes, but did you know that having a demon's grimoire gives you full control over them?" Diavolo holds the book open, running a finger over the lines as he reads. "They're dangerous things because above all else, a grimoire can even break rules and commands established by a pact."

MC can't hear the others screaming at Lucifer to stop, to drop MC, to do anything at all. They couldn't hear the scrape of metal on concrete or feel when water touched their feet and quickly rose up to their waist. All they could care about in that moment was the look in Lucifer's eyes- even flooding hadn't gotten him to release his grip. It was too late now, and they could both tell.

"I'm so-rry," MC hopes Lucifer can hear them, but doesn't get long to worry about it. While Barbatos removes a wall to clear out the water, Diavolo makes sure that Lucifer holds onto MC until their body is cold and lungs filled with water- just to be sure.

[kate-read-that]

Everyone knows there's two groups in Scott's town: bikers and players. On one hand, bikers are a mess to be around: always looking for trouble, making noise, partying all over the city.... a mess. Th issue is, most have good grades and know enough about machines and motors and such to give classes to the mechanics from town.

On the other hand, players are nice looking, kind hearted, smart boys that never make a fuss and are always there to help the community however they can. Most are football players, runners and basketball players or all of those at the same time. They're a charm to be around, if you're lucky enough to get in their circle.

"Welcome to Pop's, please sit wherever, its early yet" says Peter to his friends, careful to keep equilibrium on his rollers.

"Thanks Mr, we'll take the same table we usually do" Steve laughs and goes sit at their usual table with the rest.

Serving the table next to them, pretty blond looks at Peter with adoration.

"Is Claire still trying to get you to ask her out, Peter" MJ asks, fully knowing the answer already. Peter whines.

"I've tried to discourage her in a million ways! I'm bi, but I'm not interested in her, I dont know why she doesnt get it!"

"Man shes hot and funny, what is there not to be interested about?" Sam asks, one broe arched in disbelief.

"If you like her, ask her out! That'll get her off me" Peter begs while writing down their orders, even thought theres no need.

They always order the same food and wait until Peter finishes his turn to go so something around the city, and tonight's no exception, until new company arrives.

The door opens to Tony S., major douchebag of the city, and his friends, the major dumbasses, Nat, Clint and Bucky B. Peter's friends instantly look awkward and pissed, and the other persons in the diner look at Tony's and his friends with dread. Who know what they might be up to. The fact that they cant be thrown off high school because his amazing grades pisses off a lot of people.

Peter swallows and calms himself. He hopes Tony wont cause problems in the diner, because that's the last thing he needs and tmhe really doesnt want to kick anyone out. Besides, he isn't sure how he would kick them out if he had to.

Despite his nervousness, he rolls to them and smiles politely: " Welcome to Pop's, please sit wherever, today is not as full"

"What about you sit on my lap, darling?" Tony claimed he was bi a long time ago; more than claimed, he was caught having sex with some guy under the major's statue. Peter counts to five so he doesnt reply to that.

"Choose whatever table you want, I'll go serve you right now" he then turns around to give the cooker his friends orders, hoping he doesnt look too startled.

Tony usually mocks them in high school, and they mock right back, but he has never said anything sexual to him. It's strange, thinking of him that way, like someone you can have sex with. Peter shakes his head and rolls back to Tony's table.

Nat and Clint are too busy signaling at each other to notice he's there, and Bucky is checking something on the other side of the diner. Peter is too shy to say something when no one is paying attention, so he waits until Tony tells his friends to shut up and order already because they're making Parker loose his time.

Peter looks at him surprised, but smiles and starts taking notes. Clint has a little bit problem to order, because his deaf and his parents couldnt teach him to talk until he got in school, but he manages. Peter likes Clint, he's nice and seems a good person, but he doesnt understand why he mixes with the rest.

Nat is adopted and she's always in trouble for this thing or the other, she's always quiet but when she talks is like she's always trying to test you, somehow. Bruce had to give her math classes for a while and he said she's actually not that bad, but she still scares Peter.

Buckys parents are cool, they let him leave alone, which sounds incredible, but hes always argues with teachers and missing class, and hes always inappropriate and rude to people.

And Tony's parents are as rich as it gets, but they like to live away from big cities so they're here until tony graduates. Peter doesn't know much about them, except that they no longer pick Tony up when he gets arrested so one of the members of their staff does it. His uncle Sam is a cop, and he says theres nothing sadder than parents that dont care about his son enough to get mad at him.

So Peter tries to be kind to them, but it's so hard when all they do is mock him and his friends. Besides, Tony always has the expression, like he's to good for everyone else! It drives Peter mad.

"I'm going to have the Burguer 6, with chips and a piece of that ass" Tony pretends to read seriously from the menu, but his friends dont laugh. Peter's tired of the jokes, but he needs the job and Tony is not going to ruin this for him.

"Sure thing, dude, maybe when hell freezes. What else?" The others do laugh this time, to Peter's confusion, and order their meals.

.....

"Dude he absolutely hates you" Bucky seems to find this hilarious, even though hes Tony's best friend and he should support him, dammit!

"Of course he had to wear shorts, not like I could keep my mind straight or something" Tony moans, watching Peter roll away like the cute doll he is.

"You're like an animal dude" Clint says, little sloppy but understandable.

"Pathetic" Adds Nat, as if Tony needed confirmation of the screw up.

"And besides, since when is your mind straight?" Bucky laughs at his own joke, like the idiot he is, Tony thinks, while checking the other side of the diner again.

"At least I dont stalk Rogers from here like some kind of pervert" Tony smiles wide at Bucky's affronted face, blushing and frowning. "Whatever".

"Dude, just tell him you're into him and ask him on a date, this suave shit is not your style" Clint signs, too tired to try and talk. Tony signs back "Suave is totally think you jerk!"

"Not when you care" Nat interrupts as direct as always, looking seriously at him. "Food here is good but if you did yourself a favor and went straight to it we wouldnt have to come here and hear you whine"

"Straight?" Bucky chimes again, entertained. Nat hits him in the back of the head "Idiot."

"I will, alright? I will"

Rught then, Peter comes back with their drinks and Tony leans back.

"I dont know what I like the most, you coming to me in those cute rolls or you going away in that killer short"

All his friends look at him exasperated, and Tony cant believe he actually said that to Peter. Hes never going to get a date with his cheesy fucking lines.

But Peter laughs. Not a big laugh, okay, but a short, cute one that he tries to hide.

"Maybe youd like me better without both, huh Tony?" He leans towards Tony a little, his hand on Tony's shoulder for a second.

Hes gone just as fast as he came, leaving the whole table shocked.

Tony knows he should close his mouth, but he cant believe Peter Parker just legit flirted back at him. What the hell? He needs a cold shower right now, and his friends need to stop looking at him.

"Did you pay him to say that or something" Tony knows Bucky is trying to be funny, but truth is he cant explain that act either, and when he looks at Nat and Clint for help, they're just staring at him like a third head just grew out.

...

Peter is hyperventilating.

"I cant believe I flirted back. What the hell is wrong with me?" His friends are looking at him like he just told them he likes to dance hula naked in december, and Peter cant blame them

"Huh, maybe the fact that you've had the hots for him for years?"MJs voice cuts the air. Peter looks at her in disbelief.

"I have not! He's arrogant and careless and despective and rude and..."

"And hot and intelligent and funny, in your opinion" MJ adds, smiling "I've seen you laugh at his jokes when you think no one is watching, and you cant deny hes hot and smary"

"Maybe you should date him"

"Dont be ridiculous, I'm leaning to girls in this period of my life. And he's into you, not me"

Peter couldnt believe MJ. He did not have the hots for Tony, and Tomy was not funny, not all the time anyway, and Tony Stark was not into Peter in any way, shape or form.

And yet he had felt so good flirting with him. Seeing his amazement when Peter had answered. For once, Tony was not in control of everything and playing his jokes, he was shocked.

And Peter did that to him.

So Peter decided, what the hell, let's try this out. If he ends up being an asshole, my friends will kick his ass for me.

"If you like him, go ahead, but he looks like too much trouble for me" Steve said, looking worried. He and Bucky had been childhood friends, but they bad separated later in life and Steve didn't like to be close to him or his friends, Tony included.

"Yeah, and if he's a jerk to you well talk to him" Sam smiled threatingly, clapping his hands.

"Nat is really nice to be around when you meet her" added a blushing Bruce, who had been crushing on the ginger since they met but was way too shy to say or do anything.

Peter kept working until he had to deliver Tony's food. He tried not to show he was nervous and he definitely didnt check his ass before going out the kitchen with the food.

"Number 6,8,12, and 3 for you guys, with chips for everyone and a piece of ass for Anthony" he looked at Tony intently, trying to guess his reaction. For a second Stark just stranded there, shocked, until he slapped Peter's ass so strongly all the diner turned around. Or maybe it was because Peter had let out the loudest moan a boy his size could produce.

Peter thought he was going to kill himself. What was that?? One thing is flirting,but that? He was so losing his job. Trying to keep as much dignity as he could, he said "That's more than a piece, and it hurt, you idiot" and he turned around and left, head high and eyes burning from shame.

....

Tony was going to kill himself.

"Dude, what the fuck? He was kidding you dumbass" Bucky, again, was laughing at him. Although this time Tony couldnt blame him, fuck it. What the hell was that?? It's not like Peter's bubble butt didnt deserve one or two good slaps, but Peter worked there!

On the other hand, how could have Tomy anticipated that Peter was going to react like that? That moan could have brought people from the death, nd it certainly brought some of Tony's parts as well.

"It seemed like he liked it" Nat said, like she was reading Tony's mind. She was trying to keep herself from laughing, while Clint signaled that he was scarred for life.

Tont got up without knowing what he was doing. People weren't looking directly anymore, but he knew they were still totally focused on his movements. He got in the staff room without problems. Apparently Claire was too shocked to say nothing about it.

As soon as he got in he saw Peter, sitting in a corner, head buried on his lap.

"Dude what the hell? Are you alright?" Tony rushed to him scared. Peter just laughed.

"You're kidding? I'm si getting fired after that. What the fuck, man? In which world is that an appropriate way of flirting?"

"So we were flirting?" Tony wanted to confirm, and he realized now he sounded like an ass.

"Oh my god you slapped my ass but you dodnt know we were flirting? Dude! You're all class arent you?" Peter frowned at him.

"Didnt seem like you cared" Tomy knew he was being a dick, but he couldnt help it when Peter was right there, all long legs and blushed and nervous and biting his goddamn lip making it even redder than usual. If possible, Peter got even more red. "I liked that a lot, but that doesnt mean you can do it in my job, you idiot"

"What about my place? When you finish here?" Tony knew he was going to be totally rejected after that but he had to try, right?

"Ah, no, I'm not letting you win after that. You're taking me on a date first, and if you behave I'll let you take me to your place and well see what happens" Peter said, knowing full well he was going to be ditched.

"Deal"

"Wait, you sirious?" Peter opened his eyes in disbelief.

"What, you're not?" Tony arched his brow.

"I am, I am. Okay, deal"

"Can I ask you something, before I leave?"

"What?"

"Would you wear those shorts to our date?"

[firethatgrewsolow]

From the lz site comments - I love reading firsthand accounts:

December 4, 2007 10:07am

Joe Schmidt

I write this to commemorate the 1977 Led Zeppelin U.S. Tour. To honor the Zeppelin legacy, and give an insight into the shows I experienced.

The date is Wednesday, April 6th, 1977. Led Zeppelin are to open tonight at the Chicago Stadium, in the first of a series of four shows. To give reference, I had just turned 17 a week prior and was a devout and rabid Zeppelin freak. My Zeppelin collection was rapidly building, including several bootlegs. The film The Song Remains The Same had just popped in October 1976. So I was very aware of their live capabilities.

Purchasing tickets for the shows was a story in itself. My friends and I decided to sleep overnight at the local Flipside, which was the Ticketron outlet. It was extreme. It was the 1970's. When the tickets went on sale, it became a literal war! Broken doors, shattered glass, fighting and fainting girls! I used my football skills to emerge 10th in line at the ticket dispenser. I was rewarded with Box Seats - Club Circle. The seats I possessed provided a total and unobstructed view of the complete stage. Raised seats just above the main floor. Yes, there is a God!

It was a cold evening the night of the April 6th show. The Chicago Stadium was in a very rough part of town and you had to be on your toes. The t-shirt hawkers were out in full force so I nabbed two real fine Zeppelin shirts. As I entered the facility, I could barely contain myself. There was Jimmy's speaker cabinet with the ZoSo symbol! Bonham had a new and beautiful gold metallic kit, waiting in ready, high atop his riser. The stage appeared sharp and clean with banks of lights and the P.A. hung aerially.

I found my seats and then wandered up the main floor aisle where the lighting man sat. This guy greatly resembled Keith Emerson. His eyes were red, glazed and glassy. I asked him about the set. He informed me Rock + Roll would not be the opener. It's going to be The Song Remains The Same. He added that Page was doing a wild version of Dazed and Confused with special lighting effects. As I walked back to my seat, toilet paper rolls flew off the balconies amid a blue-grey haze from the sweet smoke. Just as I sat in my seat the lights were cut.

Showtime! Pandemonium ensued. It's fucking Zeppelin! I added my own banshee wail to the moment. The spotlight hits Robert Plant. The firecrackers ignite prompting Robert to exclaim " Woa! Woa! Woa! Before we start can you please stop the firecrackers!" Just then Jimmy Page appears, turned toward Bonham . He's in white satin with a dragon design on his shirt's back. No design on his satin pants. Those were added later in the tour. As Page faces the audience I see him with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He's pacing with nervous energy. Up until that point I had never seen a photo of Jimmy smoking. I was surprised.

Page is strapped up with his doubleneck. The opening D- note is struck, the full spotlight hits Jimmy and it's off to the races. On one knee, Jimmy slides over to Jonesy and JPJ bows his bass toward Pagey. Robert's throwing moves and shapes in front of Page's Marshalls as Bonzo unleashes his percussive fury. This rendition is very solid. Robert's voice sounds very clear and strong. Jimmy's a little sticky on some notes and Bonham plays on too long at the end bit. Which did mess up the segue to The Rover. It came off somewhat disjointed. Colored light changes punctuate the four opening chord strikes of Sick Again. As the song kicks in, I notice their doing it in a slower and funkier arrangement. Page's solo crawls out of the stew. Short and fiery. The ending is on the money. The strong ending elicits a wild audience response. Robert then reiterates to the crowd- " Cool the explosives!" Adding that the last time they played Chicago was 1973. I thought to myself. That isn't correct. It was 1975.

The harmonized opening lick of Nobody's Fault But Mine soars across the Stadium. Now on the Les Paul, Page's E7 th chord overhang and arm sweep captivating the masses. As Page and Plant play in unison. Bonham and Jones are backlit with spotlights as they play their counterpoint rhythm. Hot Stuff! But, Robert's harmonica solo is indecipherable and Jimmy's lead bears no relation to the studio version.The solos sound very early tour. Damn.

In My Time Of Dying slithers out of Page's Danelectro as the concert progresses. There are some real problems with this one tonight. The missed breaks are glaringly obvious. During the fast part they kept trying to find a way out of it. Slop. Robert then goes into a homily about Chicago Blues legends Buddy Guy, Willie Dixon, Muddy Waters.

Blue light solely envelopes Page as he picks out the intro of Since I've Been Loving You. Crystalline notes that were chilling! Robert sounding much better than 1975. Fuck it! I'm going to the front! I start my trudge up to the stage. I was evasive and agile, my adrenaline surging as I approached the stage barrier. There were people shooting photos , so I nestled in with them. Right in front of me is Jimmy Page blasting out the climactic solo of SIBLY . High register notes to discordant low bends. John Bonham kicking it in his tuxedo t- shirt. My chest cavity being pummeled by the force of the band. Plant hollers out- " Jimmy Page! Guitar!"

Directly in front of me, Jimmy acknowledges the crowd as he sits on Bonham's drum riser drinking a Heineken. Robert introduces Jonesy as " The most debonair member of the band. He can speak two languages. Featuring John Paul Jones on keyboard.. No Quarter!" Page stands up and walks over to his theramin. He throws a karate chop in front of it emitting a sonic Woop! Woop! The dry ice filters in, shrouding the first 15 rows. Jonesy in emerald light plays the opening theme. Page and Bonham fall in powerfully. Jimmy's wah wah piercing through it all. Jones hints at Rachmaninov, as green lasers flutter behind him. As JPJ does his solo, Jimmy and Robert are 20 feet from me. They were having a drink and chatting near Page's theramin. They seem to be laughing about something. Then it's on to the main improv guitar solo. Jones plays the transition as Bonzo lays into a mid tempo feel. Seeing Pagey so close, jabbing at chords as his body reflected every note he emitted. Switching pick ups to emphasize tone shifts and dynamics. He was dancing, slashing and hypnotizing. At the solo's finale, I'm shooed out of the front and return to my seat. As I walk back, the last notes of No Quarter expire. What an experience!

Robert admits to some band rustiness when he introduces Ten Years Gone - " This is a thing that we never did until 3 weeks ago. And we're still running through it. As we are through everything." Out comes the now famous Telecaster B- Bender. Page twangs out a few notes. JPJ plays 12- string acoustic. Not yet in ownership of his triple- neck. Bass pedals at his feet. Jimmy and Jonesy are loud and full, crashing out the melodic riff. Even more powerful as Bonham enters. Page's middle solo is a mess. Missed and clanging notes. Robert sounds fantastic on this song! Great choice Guys!

Bonham strolls out from behind his kit. Plant announces - " To the front of the stage for the 1st time. John Bonham. Looking very suave. In his 2- piece tuxedo." Four chairs are set up as the Zeppelin take their seats. But the monitors are feeding back and JPJ's guitar is out of tune. There'a a lull in the action to fix matters, and the crowd does become restless. Jimmy , now on mandolin, strums out the opening notes of Battle of Evermore. It was a riveting performance, especially the swirling jam.

The monitor system from hell continues to plague the acoustic set. Robert is now clearly agitated - " We have an acoustic guitar on this number gents. So turn the bloody thing up! Last time we played here I remember the night very well, cause I'd got the flu and nearly died. And, the monitors were so bad they were doing just what they're doing now. Get it Right!!!"

Going To California is superlative. Conjuring images of tranquil and beautiful hillsides. The Minstrels at play. A magic moment.

Robert teases with a bit of Elvis' Surrender. He then spiels about the Black Country describing it as - "The land where men are men and sheep are nervous!' Page then provides a classic moment as he leans into his microphone and drolly states - " It's better to live one day as a king than a 1,000 as a peasant." JPJ brings out a bizarre looking stand- up bass for the Black Country Woman / Bron- Yr Aur Stomp combination. Bonzo's back on skins and Jimmy displays some fine fingerpicking during his solo turn.

More equipment woes precede White Summer/ Black Mt. Side. And, the song itself is an utter shambles. Audibly out of tune, Jimmy makes a game of it. He chases himself trying to retune as the song progresses! Able to regroup, the seated Page plucks out a few more notes, kicks out of his wooden chair and then....

Kashmir! From one spotlight on Page to every light in the rig, the Stadium exploded in heat and light. Huge spinning globes above the stage showering light shards over us. Robert confidently projecting as the Golden God! Page as the Whirling Dervish propelled by Bonham's cannon shots. I will never forget during the coda, on one of Bonzo's final flurries, Jimmy stutter- stepping his way across the length of the stage. From JPJ's side to his side. Arms outstretched and his mouth agape in some euphoric state. Indelible.

A beach ball bounces above the main floor. Playfully, Robert comments - " A soccer match!"

Plants ominously introduces Over The Top: " We've been here 3 or 4 days and he hasn't been to jail yet." It's the Out On The Tiles riff and into Bonzo's Barrage! I had a straight shot at him as I looked through my binoculars. The cat would not let up! His drum kit motored out to the front of the stage for the Hands solo and Phased Tympani segment. During his big build up before the band returns, I saw Jimmy standing by his amp watching in amazement. Bonzo turned and looked at Pagey. You could literally feel the head of steam that Bonham was generating! I can still see it. You must hear this version! The crowd went nuts as Bonzo soaked it in. He had big smile and gave a hand wave.

Onto Jimmy's Noise Symphony. What can I say? What I did say was ' Where the fuck is Dazed and Confused?" It was a big disappointment for me. I thought, Dazed and Confused represented so much of their power, fluidity and mystery. I was shocked they didn't play it! Between the harmonizer solo and the violin bow it was like a white noise experiment. The laser pyramid was visually spectacular. Bonham rumbles around his phased tympani and a wash of sound leads into the first tentative notes of Achilles Last Stand. This song did not come off well at all this evening. Sloppy playing that gets worse as the song progresses. An atrocious solo by Mr. Page. It's as though he forgot how to play the song!

Now the set closer, Stairway To Heaven begins and is performed faithfully. Just as Bonzo joins in, Jimmy's guitar strap breaks. Ray Thomas dashes out and attends to Jimmy. The solo kicks into gear as golden light shimmers off Page's white suit and Robert grooves with his tambourine. The compact lead gives way to Robert's pleading vocal lines and the final title lyric. Brilliant white light hits a huge spinning globe as the band head off stage. A several minute wait at least before they return.

Encore time. The band reappear and Bonzo begins Rock + Roll. Major explosions ignited onstage give off tangible heat. Jimmy's lead is loud and errant. A big bang ending. Rah! Offstage once again for several minutes before one more.

Push! Push! It's Trampled Under Foot! The fucking loudest song of the evening. Page had his amp on 11. Jones and Bonham were slamming . Jimmy's solo was absolutely blistering. Peeling off licks with conviction. Robert and Jimmy as one doing their Push Push bit had everyone rocking. A great finale!

So concludes the first show in Chicago. It was beautiful, inconsistent, mind blowing , sloppy and sublime all in one show. I'd love to see them again. That's right! There's tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow...........................

[akiller-astutterer-ryandjeremy-a]

"B-Blinking...Light...? The M-Marionette!!" Jeremy gasped as he reached over and basically slammed his hand on the Wind Up Button. Luckily, the Line of the small Circle wasn't all the way Gone. Once the Circle was full again, Jeremy gulped, quickly removing his hand from the button and standing Straight.

"I-I'm Sorry!! I-I forgot to tell you that t-the Marionette's Box HAS to be W-Wound up Remotely a-and that if it isn't, h-he'll come out - a-a-and that'd be bad as the M-Masks don't affect him! S-Sorry!!"

Closed RP w/ @ravensroleplays

The Office was desolate. The Clock Ticking was the only sound at this Current time of 11AM. Despite how quiet it is, Jeremy was sat on the Chair Behind the Desk. He had been Informed of a New Co-Worker who, in a matter of fact, will be Working Nights with him. Although joyed, he is fearful. Especially with some particular Frightening Anamtronics being moved from a different Location to this one. But currently, that's not Important!

Currently, he's checking a Spare Mask, making sure no SpringLocks were in place. He knew of them and the Horrific Damage they are able to Cause. Call it Paranoia - but frankly he doesn't want another Dead. Luckily, he found non so both his usual Mask and this Spare Mask was a-okay and Safe!

Now! Waiting for this Co-Worker...