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pien-art · 1 year

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-FAQ-

Hello! I've gained a whole bunch of followers lately and I've been getting a lot of questions about commissions, what my setup is, what brushes I use, etc, so I thought I'd make a post about it to answer everyone's questions at once !

Putting them under the cut <3

Commissions:

Commission prices are listed in my pinned post. You can send me a private message about your commission idea and we can get to talking :) It is helpful to have enough references handy (character, outfit, descriptions etc)

I am generally a fast drawer but I also have a job and a physical disability so there might be moments I can't work on your commission. But that is never longer than a few days at most.

Payment is upfront, the full amount and via paypal only. I know this might seem a bit scary but unfortunately there are a lot of people who end up not paying for commissions and I want to avoid that.

During the process I will send you frequent updates and will ask for input, to see if it is going in the direction you want. You can ask for changes during the sketching progress but once I've started on line-art and coloring, no big changes will happen. (You can for example ask for a different color for a shirt etc, but not for a different prop or pose or expression)

When it is completed, I will send the drawing to you via email. The drawing will remain mine and it is not to be sold or profited of by the person who commissioned me. If the commission is for something commercial/for selling, that needs to be discussed. I prefer to do drawings only for personal use!

For more questions, my dms/asks are open :)

How long have I been doing digital art:

I've been drawing digitally for about 5 years now i think? But before that I've been drawing and painting traditionally literally since the moment I could pick up a pencil.

Set-up:

It's just me and my ipad and apple pencil laying on my bed. I wouldn't even know where to begin for those whole multi-monitor/screen setups ;-; I draw only with Procreate

Brushes:

I tend to play with different brushes from time to time to get different textures, but generally i use the same few for most of my drawings/styles. My favorite one is the Peppermint Brush, for sketching. I use it in every drawing i make! I always sketch with it, and often do the line-art with it as well! And it makes for a nice textured brush for rendering as well! (i used it for a lot of rendering of the armor in this drawing)

The (procreate) brushes i use a lot are

for medieval style: inking - Ink Bleed (for line-art) artistic - Quoll (for coloring)

for general style: calligraphy - Chalk (coloring/rendering) sketching - Peppermint (line-art/sketching)

for realism: calligraphy - Shale Brush (full rendering) Also using the shale brush for smudging and erasing when drawing realistic

for lineart: smooth pencil from this pack by Heygiudi

How/why do you choose a base color:

I tend to look at a few different things when deciding on a base color/color palette.

the overall color of the reference pic

the color i associate with who or what i am drawing

the feeling/vibe i want to give off with that drawing

color has a BIG impact on the vibe of a drawing, so it is something i keep in mind when im drawing.

Using a color as a base to start, helps a lot with my drawing process. It helps me pick out other colors so they match better. It helps me get light/dark values right. And the chalk brush i use, has gaps between the strokes, so the base color will always come through a little. Having the same color come through in the entire drawing, helps pull all the colors together if that makes sense? I always start with a solid base color when i am painting traditionally as well!

Advice:

PRACTICE!!! just keep drawing and practice. I know this is such generic advice but truly practice is The Way. Learn from other artists but don't compare yourself to them. Everyone's artistic journey is different and there's no "good" or "bad". And most importantly make sure that you have fun when you're making stuff :3

I also learn a lot by studying art I admire and love. Figuring out what it is I like about it. (for example, the line thickness or the shapes or texture etc), and try to incorporate that in my own style in a way that is not directly copying or stealing.

#my art #FAQ #frequently asked questions #art process #art tips #drawing process #procreate #brushes #commission info

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charmedreincarnation · 1 year

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TW: SA, possibly death??

Hey there fellow witches and warlocks, it's spooky season and I am loving it! I recently discovered the void state through yoga nidra and your reverse psychology method charm, and I was ready to manifest my dream life. October is my birth month and my favorite season, so I was excited to see what the universe had in store for me and whoa did it come through.

It's unfortunate to see that SA victims like me and others are still getting death and rape threats. I was inspired by a blog who shared her experience with yoga nidra, but then deactivated due to trolls sending her horrible messages. It's sad to see people hating on others' success, but we won't let them bring us down.

I manifested everything I desired of course my mind came through!! - from my desired face, body, aura, zodiac, personality, voice, talents, friends, family, and so much more. A few things I've manifested include a dark academia mansion, billionaire parents who aren't known, a witchy and Halloween-themed small business, and an eco-friendly private jet.

I know some of you may be concerned about the "death note" I've manifested, but it's just for fun - I'm a huge fan of Light Yagami from Death Note. I won't actually use it, but it's a cool spook factor to have.

Here’s a tiny list anyways ⬇️

🎃Desired face, body, aura zodiac, personality, voice, talents, friends, family and so much more. I had this long wattpadd story ass list that I obviously won’t share here but trust me my mind came through .

🎃open minded witchy family, dark academia ass mansion, Pinterest dark academia wardrobe in my massive closet that’s the size of a room, billionaire parents who aren’t known (I love my privacy and I love being mysterious), wattpadd billionaire love story to happen in the future. Yes not now…. I’ve been ugly all my life so I want to be a slut right for a bit not sorry, everyone loves and falls in love with me, Idgaf personality, Scorpio sun moon and rising, bold attitude that is adored, but a kind heart for the people I love and so much more. Again like most people I had a very long list on my google documents

🎃I own a witchy candy and Halloween small business!!! but I’m going to be making 100 million dollars a year so I will be a billionaire in the future. I like working and having a craft and it’s just so me, ugh I love my life !!! But I’m going to hire my two best friends that I manifested so we can all be successful rich witch bitches who travel the world and have too much money to spend

🎃an environment friendly private jet. It won’t affect the environment as I love the environment but I also hate flying commercial! I’m also vegan now, I couldn’t be one before due to health issues, but I love animals 🥹🥹🥹 and now I’m rich enough to have healthy tasty cruelty free food.

🎃anyone who sends death threats, rape threats, or engages in a bitter manner on that tea page including the owner will never get into the void until they grow up and acknowledge that they’re weirdos. I’m not as forgiving as these other big blogs. Bye ✌️

🎃anytime I say “you’ll die alone” when im arguing with a man 🤮🤮 (incels, misgyonists, racists not men who aren’t insufferable ofc love y’all) they actually will, and no one will ever love them, until they grow up and once again acklowege their faults. As you can see I’m very into vigilante justice and I’m petty 👻 I’m a witch anyways so now my craft will be perfect.

🎃all my spells and curses work! And any harm attempted to be done to me always backfires On the person 10x worse ! Yea this is my world everyone’s just living in it.

🎃psychokenis, my eyes being able to turn red, divine protection for me and my loved ones, the ability to speak to animals, and never aging. The last thing I manifested a way to benefit all !!!! research age regression and see how we will all be eternal youthful witch bitches in the future ;) I got inspired by my grandma who retired but us too old to enjoy her life. Now she can and we call be 150 and still sexy with 0 bodily pain. I also always hated how we slowly decompose and lose bodily function until we die.. like why can’t we be sexy and bodily abled forever!! This will also help with health issues and diseases like cancer! Just one way to give back for my blessings. And the rest is just to spook bitches tbh I don’t plan on actually doing anything but speaking to animals.

🎃I manifested a death note. Now before y’all start I just really love light yagami I don’t think I will actually use it or maybe I will just to spook bitches but whatever

🎃so much more that I don’t want to share because it’s too long!

So, fellow hot bitches and witches , keep manifesting your dreams and never let anyone bring you down. Remember, we were born to be happy, rich, and loved. It is in your DNA and my word is final !!!!! I’m gonna leave my dream life and be a whore now lova yaaaa 🖤🖤🖤

Lmfao slay 😭😭 idk if it’s too early or what but this sending me for some reason! Anyways I wish you all the best in your life and dreams. Have a great spooky season! I love witches and Halloween too 🧞‍♀️🧞‍♀️

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #void state #void success

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southernbluebellereader · 2 years

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Jack Reacher - Headcanons

A/N: I'm almost done watching the Amazon Prime show, and Alan Ritchson was such a good pick to play Jack Reacher. And there's not enough Jack Reacher fics on here

Warnings: Cursing, Jack Reacher's dry ass humor, brief mentions of blood/minor injuries

Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson) x Reader

Master List - Part 2

First and foremost, this man is HUGE. He's 6'5, 250 pound of THICK.

He's BIG. He's WIDE. He's TALL. He's THICK.

*Cue McDonald's "Painfully Thick" Milkshake Commercials*

Where am I going with this?

This man usually knows that he takes up some space, but sometimes he forgets. There are countless times where he accidentally knocks you over. Like you breaking your neck when you talk to him sometimes. He thinks it's funny.

Of course, he's a man of few words, and his favorite phrase is "Details matter." - and he truly means it

This man pays the attention. He's very attentive.

Even if y'all aren't dating, he picks up on the little things. Your favorite color, your favorite music genre, your favorite snack, your everything. And commits it to MEMORY - this man don't forget a thing.

This man loves food, and he can eat. Please give him a hot meal and a piece of pie.

I am a firm believer that you can bribe this TREE OF A MAN with a slice of peach pie.

Since he is a self-proclaimed hobo, your place of residence has become a safe base and as payment for letting him stay with you, starts fixing stuff in your house.

Your sink's broke? He gone fix it.

Your car's leaking? He gone fix it too.

He doesn't even ask you and you don't even have to tell him - he just start fixing things and like a week later he'll be like "Yeah your sink was making a noise to I fixed it." And you didn't even know it was broken in the first place.

#Jack Reacher #alan ritchson #jack reacher x reader #jack reacher fanfic #jack reacher fan fiction #jack reacher Alan ritchson #jack reacher headcanons #jack reacher amazon #jack reacher amazon prime

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hometoursandotherstuff · 6 months

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Befores & Afters are my favorite and I know you like them, too, so I found one and have to ask What the Hell were they thinking? The exterior is still the same colonial style farmhouse, but the 1846 home in Halifax, Massachusetts didn't sell, so it received a major remodel. 6bds, 3ba, $975K.

These pics are from the original listing. You can see that it's a true colonial farmhouse with wide plank knotty pine floors and original fireplaces.

But, baby, look at her now. One must wonder why they would attach ultra modern wires to the original colonial balusters and hand rails?

Crime against humanity, history, and all that's holy- they got rid of the original wide plank floor.

This was some historic colonial home. They could've decorated it beautifully.

But, what in hell are they doing w/this remodel? They did new floors, put either some kind of tile or wallpaper on the fireplaces, all modern, and put up a sliding barn door.

Even their original remodel sucked. They put a bathroom into a room with wood floors and a fireplace. These people need to stop.

They made some weird new bathrooms. Look at how high that chute faucet is above the black bowl sink.

And, who puts a washer & dryer in front of a fireplace, then goes thru the trouble of adding stone and a modern insert? This is madness.

Apparently they'd already remodeled the bedroom and en-suite once before.

And, here it is now. I like quartz w/a little pattern and color, rather than all white, but this is nuts.

They put a bedroom up here.

Attic stairs lead to another bedroom.

I saved the best for last. There are no photos of the original kitchen, but who doesn't want a kitchen big enough to fit a baby grand piano? Everybody needs one in the kitchen- music aids in digestion. BTW, what's up with the smeared crown molding?

And, look at the commercial refrigerators flanking the house fridge. My question is, does the wood and epoxy table convey? It's not done well, anyway, it's supposed to be even. Note the metal folding chairs in their sleek stretchy covers.

These plans were included in the first listing. I don't know how much they were asking before, b/c the old listing was removed. So, what do you think?

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/268-Thompson-St-Halifax-MA-02338/57182659_zpid/?

#colonial farmhouse remodel #historic home remodel #houses #house tours #home tour

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i-am-church-the-cat · 11 months

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Logan Sargeant is a silly little guy

@vii-tto idk why but it wouldn't let me tag you. Hopefully you see this. also @spell-of-the-rain i added things if you want to check out 75-87

But here's the list of things i know/want to know about logan sargeant

Favorite Actor is Brad Pitt

Favorite Movie is Wolf of Wall Street

Favorite food is a hamburger

Has a boat and often goes deep sea fishing

Lived in London since he was 15

Lose Yourself by Eminem is his favorite hype up song

Is a Dolphins and Heat fan

Enjoyed “No Man, No Cry” by Jimmy Sax

Drinks iced lattes with oat milk

Pumpkin spice lattes?? Edit 12/16/23: No

Has been to Wimbledon

Knows what cricket is

Has a rescue dog named Coco

Also enjoys hockey Edit 11/1/23: Supports the Florida Panthers NHL team and has gone to at least 1 of their games with his friend Kyle Kirkwood

Does he follow college football?

What does he think of the new Miami head coach?

If not for motorsport, does he think he would have gone pro in a different sport, and if so which one?

Enjoys listening to 50 Cent (is also a big rap fan in general)

Can he speak any other languages with any degree of familiarity?

Cannot draw

Can make a sandwich (other foods?)

Rates all food from one bite and with weird decimals

Gritty-ed in his f1 car

Makes the Williams photographers look like they take good photos

Does he have an English or a Florida driver’s license? And does he still have US citizenship even though he lives in the UK? What kind of visa is he on?

Top three female athletes? (Serena Williams, Simone Biles, and Megan Rapinoe are all acceptable answers)

Collects Aussies and Kiwis for friends

Does he like the snow? Prefers the heat but does he like snow?

Does he like Missy Elliot? (Requirement)

“Basic Halloween Bitch”

Calls people “mate” but in an American accent which will never stop being funny

Eye Crinkles™️

Does not have a set eye color he’s just too mystical for that

Has never been to a concert (presumably too busy with racing)

He can swim, he can drive, but can he ride a bike? Edit 11/15/23: He can indeed ride a bike

American commercial cars or European ones?

Has an older brother but is like an older brother to Benny’s kid

Likes marshmallows

Does not like black beans

Did not think apple could be chips

Knows how to sail??

Knows how to golf

Can paddle (required for any F1 driver)

Lost the F3 championship in 2020 bc of a DNF in the last race

Can he sing??

Does he drink energy drinks? Red Bull or Monster?

He and Duracell are passionately making out

Blush is very pretty

Wears a lot of baseball hats

Somehow beat jet lag (expat king)

Mostly spends his nights in but he has some nights out (presumably very interesting ones)

Has an iPhone with a blue case

He looks very pretty in blue

His eyes are sometimes blue

Blue=fav color?? Edit 11/6/23: favorite color is Ocean blue (credit to @spell-of-the-rain)

Pretty insecure (armchair diagnosed anxiety)

Close with his brother and parents but maybe not his extended family?

Is Florida State his college team?? (Worst thing a man can be is a Florida St fan) Edit 12/16/23: believing that FSU got screwed over this year is acceptable

Did he graduate high school??

Did he ever consider going into NASCAR or did moving to Europe at a young age kind of set in stone his path towards open-wheel racing?

Hair is blond/dirty blond

Does he vote in American elections?? (If he supports RonD I cannot stan)

Burger Sauce™️

Logan Hunter Sargeant, certified Frat Bro, most American man ever

Has seen peaky blinder and presumably stranger things

Knows how to carve a pumpkin but has not celebrated Halloween at home in a bit

Possibly dating some instagram model

Caused $4 million in damages, gets payed $1 million a year, and supposedly brings in $30 million in sponsors

Key phrases: “Locked in”, “Bam/Boom”, “Done and dusted” Additions 11/1/23: "Oh hell yeah", "I think you're a little lost here, Chief". Additions 11/6/23: “Yeh” (gets quieter throughout the word (how it’s one syllable??)), “on the bounce” (credit to @spell-of-the-rain i believe)

Joined the Williams Driver Academy in 2021

Got stuck in F3 bc he didn’t have the money to move up

Driver for Carlin in 2022

Former teammates include Liam Lawson, Oscar Piastri, Frederick Vesti (Edit 11/6/23: Max Fewtrell possibly?)

DOB: December 31, 2000

5'11

Had a giveaway for gloves he used to win an F4 race on Twitter in 2017 and both Lando Norris and Max Fewtrell replied

Originally his number was 3 but he switched to 2 for F1 (to much fan consternation who thought he had so many better options)

Childhood best friends with Kyle Kirkwood, a current Indycar driver

Logan's older brother Dalton raced in NASCAR until 2018

Did a commercial for Sport23

Does not have cowboy boots as of COTA 2023

Born in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, USA

lived in Switzerland from 14-15(?)

knows the conversion rate for a kilometer

is taller than a tuna fish

Podiumed at the Macau Grand Prix in 2019

Won the CIK-FIA championship when he was 14 Additions as of 11/1/23

Loves waffles but they are not his favorite dessert

Very patriotic (oh hell yeah)

is the first American F1 point scorer in 30 years and the first one to score on home soil since 1989

Went to see the Nets in NYC (but would have preferred to see the Knicks)

has a custom Miami Dolphins jersey with his last name on the back

Claims to know all the lyrics to "Ice Ice Baby" (credit to @formulaaone) (Edited 11/6/23)

Additions as of 11/6/23:

Under the same talent agency as Alex Albon

Has the same manager as George Russell

George Russell was his mentor coming up

Went to a catholic private school (credit to @wenevrknew)

Does not like fish? (Credit to @spell-of-the-rain)

He runs weird (in my opinion as he reminds me of my brother when he was 12 (he ran very strangely))

Karted in Las Vegas when he was a kid

Can he drive a stick shift? (Alex believes he cannot)

Enjoys video games

Refers to his car as “she”

Knew how to attach a visor to his helmet prior to February(? Could’ve been March but before the season) 2023

Additions as of 12/16/23

Broke his arm in a 2014 German Karting Championship when Marcus Armstrong took him out at T1 (credit to @spell-of-the-rain )

Has gotten his head eaten by the Golden Knights mascot

If he could have any superpower, he would like to teleport

Has never flown a drone

Favorite racing movie is Talladega Nights (sad Mater noises)

Does not trust other people to drive him

Would rather sleep in then get up early

Considers himself fairly organized

His mother makes a very good sweet potato casserole

Got his habit of worrying from his mom

“Santa’s Little Helper”

Driving for Williams Racing Formula 1 Team in 2024

Got out qualified by his teammate every race of 2023

#logan sargeant #formula 1 #only one other person asked for this and they dmed me #but i'll make a post anyway #this is also an in progress list #so feel free to add stuff #logan lore list

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catfuyus · 2 years

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GOOD GUY F*CKS BAD GIRL ft. SHOUTO TODOROKI

▹ NOTE. second time’s the charm (word count: 2.8k)

▹ WARNING. pornstar!au, sex on camera, this is filthy, fingering, sloppy sex, ass play, anal, oral (fem receiving), etc, minors dni

▹ SUMMARY. recently famous model shouto todoroki turns pornstar for the chance to meet you

It’s a big house somewhere in Beverly Hills. It’s easy to rent larger mansions out here, and the building your crew had selected was famous for filming. The marble floors were heated. The kitchen was filled with energy giving fruits. And you were clad in nothing but your underwear, makeup crew gingerly touching up your face.

It would’ve been a perfectly normal scene had it not been for the handsome stranger next to you. Tall. Broad and well defined. Muscular. He smells nice. Something woodsy and wintery, but not overbearing in the slightest. He was also stripped down to his boxers as a member of the staff went over the rules with him.

He would’ve been another perfect addition to your mile long list of hottie conquests, had it not been for his two tone hair. White on one side, red on the other. Heterochromatic eyes. IcyHot.

One of the newest models in advertising clearly enjoying his ten seconds of fame. His two tone hair and eyes, handsome face and gorgeous body had girls all over the world fawning over him. His selling of the post workout heating coolant had given him a catchy nickname that stuck.

But the porn industry isn’t modeling. And it only meant one thing for you. You’d be working with an amateur today.

“Why are you even here?” You scoff once the crew member is done going over the rules with him and once he wanders aimlessly to your side. “Aren’t you big in advertising, IcyHot?”

His eyes stay politely fixed on your face, completely unfazed by the black set of lingerie you’re displayed in. “Yes, a lot of people really seemed to like the way I looked in that commercial.”

A beat of silence passes as he waits for someone to lightly spray you with perfume. Waiting for them to bounce away before replying. “A lot of people commented that they wanted to see me naked, but I’m really here because I want to fuck you.”

“What?” You falter. His face is expressionless, maybe a bit surprised with how you’re reacting. But you’ve heated up. Completely embarrassed and caught off guard and embarrassed about being caught off guard because the guy you’re about to have sex with just confessed that he wants to fuck you.

He chuckles then. Gives you an unexpectedly fond smile before the camera man is calling the two of you into the bedroom.

You hop beside him in bed and lean against the bed frame with the camera pointed right at you. The cameraman asks the two of you to state your names (which get bleeped out) and declare that you are both sober and willing participants.

The cameraman starts asking Todoroki a few casual questions. “This is our favorite model’s first time in a porno, right?” The tone is light and teasing, expectant of his gorgeous actor.

“Yes.”

Todoroki is icy with his reply. Doesn’t smile or return any of the energy the director gives him. Even sits with his hands in his lap while you stare at his face right beside him. Doesn’t he know this is the time to be getting warmed up?

The director laughs awkwardly and brings up Todoroki’s excited fans, and you giggle on queue, playing your part. To make up for Todoroki’s short comings, you stretch one bare leg out towards the camera, keep the other tucked beneath you as you turn your body towards the man and place a calculated hand on his thigh.

“Whoa, enough talk, huh?” He chuckles, “looks like she’s ready to go. You sure you can handle her, IcyHot?”

He turns to face you before he replies. Looks into your face, face soft though not giving anything away, and says Yes.

And though it’s the same short reply he gave the cameraman earlier, your cheeks are burning up. Breath caught in your lungs before the director asks that you start with a kiss.

He wraps his fingers around the back of your neck and pulls you close. Pulls you right to his lips, and kisses you. Hard. Moving in slow sync to your own as your hands explore his bare chest. Every ridge of his muscles, the dip of his collar bones, his arms. Hard as steel and gripping your jaw. Keeping you locked in place for when he slips his tongue in. And you let out a soft moan. He tastes good. He knows how to use it. And you grind in his lap as you imagine where else he’ll tease you with his tongue.

A curious hand wanders down his chest, to the waistband of his boxers before you grip him through the fabric. He’s hard, and he grunts with your grip. Bites your lip when you give him a teasing stroke.

And then he knocks you back.

You giggle up at him, at his massive form, watching as he takes your knees and spreads you open.

“Not so fast,” he runs his hands up and down your legs, “I wanna take my time with you,” and with a firm grip to your thighs, flips you onto your stomach effortlessly and roughly spanks your ass. “Ass up.”

You weren’t expecting the golden boy to be so rough, lifting your hips off the mattress with a smirk pressed into the sheets.

He rubs your ass cheeks and runs his hands down your spine. Unclasping your bra and slowly pulling the straps off your shoulders. Only finding the seam of your panties when a firm hand wraps around the back of your neck, keeping you pinned in place. With the fingers of his other hand at your hips, he slowly grinds into your ass. “Want me to take these off?”

Yes, you whisper, grinding back into him.

He chuckles. Low and deep. And it excites you deep in your stomach.

He uses both hands to slowly slide the fabric over your hips, over the globe of your ass, watching as a string of your arousal clings to the fabric and breaks as he pulls it away. And he moans as he ghosts two fingers over your entrance, hand coming away slick though you’ve barely been touched.

“Keep your back arched for me.”

It’s your only instruction before you feel his warm tongue on your cunt. Teasing, exploring your clit with the tip of his tongue before moving to your quivering entrance. Circling, before plunging in. Both hands on your ass cheeks spreading you wide for him, he gives heavy licks to your cunt before sucking on your clit. Rubbing his tongue against the sensitive nerve before pushing the pink muscle into your body.

You grind back against his face, mouth agape in mindless concentration. Chasing the points that feel best. Praying for him to suck on your clit again and coat his whole mouth with your taste. You’re sloppy and soaked by the time he sinks a finger in. Pumping it in and out of you roughly as his thumb ghosts over your clit. Forcing you to arch back into him for more, for it to go deeper, for more sensation, greedily sucking in everything he gives you.

His tongue finds the rim of your ass. Spreads his spit all over you. When he finds that your little hole is too tight, he moves his middle finger out of your cunt and collects your juices, spreading it up to your dirty hole and massaging in pleasurable circles.

He plays with your clit with his tongue. Switching from quick movements to fat licks, letting you ride his face until you feel it. The accumulation of his efforts, all bundling into a tall stack of cards, just a breath away from being blown down.

You’ve been moaning. You only just notice as your voice gets louder, a sound of surprise and pleasure escaping your lungs. And he knows it. Monitoring your every reaction. Every hip grind and back arch. And when he feels your body on the cusp of release, he pushes his finger past that ring of muscle.

“Ohhh…!” You gasp as you cum, body shaking as he fucks his finger into your ass. “Oh…” shivers run down your spine as your crest of pleasure bleeds into the next, a sudden, mindless rush of need forcing you to roughly bounce back on that finger. Cunt empty and desperately clenching against nothing.

Todoroki has the audacity to chuckle. “I knew you’d like that,” he kisses your back as his other hand comes around to play with your fluttering pussy. “I’ve watched your videos so many times…I always wanted to be the one to make you do that.”

You whine when he pulls his hands away. Relieved when you finally hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper.

“I don’t really have to use this, do I?” You hear his voice behind you. You lift your upper body off the mattress to turn to him to reply, only to see him directing the question at the cameraman.

“You’re good, it’s not in her contract.”

“Hmm?” You hum before your face is forced back into the mattress. He kisses the back of your head as he presses his hard dick against your ass. The excitement of almost getting stuffed emptying your mind from everything else.

“Good,” he moans into your ear as he coats his cock with your slick, “I want to fuck you raw.”

A dreamy moan is your only response, grinding back onto his dick as he lifts himself off your body to grab his shaft. Rubbing the mushroom head up and down your cunt. Teasing your entrance with just the head of his cock before wandering back down.

When he finally meets you at the entrance, he’s slow. So painfully slow. The pleasure blindingly mind numbing as he slowly starts to fill you up. You sink deeper into pleasure as you realize how terribly thick he is. Arching your back and spreading your legs even more as he consumes every inch of you, and reaching so deep you gasp. He’s in your stomach. The tiniest shake of your hips and you feel every inch of his girth deep inside you. You moan as you fist the sheets. Pant as he holds painfully still. And whimper when you feel his thumb roll over your puckered hole.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long…” he moans as he slowly starts to pull out. Pulling out only half way before fucking back into you.

“Oh my god…” you gasp as he slowly begins to fuck you, rocking you back on his dick. Shouto puckers his lips to form a heavy glob of spit, letting it slowly fall to reach and land on your asshole. The air cold around your tight hole.

He picks up the pace. Starts fucking into you roughly, and your moans can only get louder, less controlled as he bounces you on his cock. Rubbing his wet thumb around your rim, he pushes in to get a better grip on your ass. Squeezing your asscheek as his finger wet with his spit pushes in deeper.

“Ohhh my goddd…!” You gasp, “ugh, shouto…!”

“Uh uh,” he pulls his hand away from your ass in favor of two fingers, stretching you out and curling them as he pauses on fucking you. Stretching you out as your body struggles to adjust to an empty cunt. “You only wanted to call me IcyHot earlier, remember?”

“I’m sorry,” you whine, “god, you feel so good…”

He spanks your ass with his free hand and smirks when you yelp. “I feel so good, what?”

“I can’t say it,” your voice is hardly a breathy moan as you try to negotiate. “I’m not saying it..”

He hums thoughtfully, rubbing his hardened dick against the cheek of your ass instead of giving you any more stimulation. “Do you really deserve my cock then?”

“No,” you whine in confession, bringing your own hand under your body to rub messy circles against your clit. “But maybe I don’t need it.”

In one fluid motion he flips you over again. Pinning your arms over your head as he hovers over you. In all your time with your face shoved against the mattress, you had forgotten how gorgeous he was. How truly handsome that jawline and piercing eyes made him.

“That’s not very nice.”

“Nice girls don’t do porn,” you smirked back at him.

He kissed you, hard, passionately, moving his lips desperately against yours. Slipping his tongue into your mouth and forcing your taste on you. The sweetness mingling with his spit to create an intoxicating combination before he’s grinding against you again, hips rutting into your own in heady eagerness.

“Fuck me,” you beg when he breaks the kiss to kiss down your neck. Sucking harsh spots into the flesh. “Please, I need it…”

His kisses trail down your neck between your breasts. Licking and sucking at your nipples. Squeezing your breast in even more stimulation. Your legs wrap around his waist tightly. They would rub together for the tiniest bit of relief if his body wasn’t in the way. So you squeeze around him, arms thrown over his shoulders, in a desperate plea to be fucked until Shouto’s own pants and moans betray him.

“Where?” He moans at another sinful roll of your hips.

“Anywhere, please, anywhere.”

He lifts your hips with two large hands and plants your thighs over his own. You’re soaking wet everywhere, and he’s still coated in all your slick from the grinding. With a hand on his cock, he curves over you to meet his lips to yours. Press into you in a soft kiss before pushing the head of his cock into your tight ass, forcing a gasp out of your lungs that he swallows into his own.

“Ugh, god you’re so tight…” he moans it like a prayer, eyebrows furrowed in desperate pleasure as he slides more and more of his length into your tight little hole.

“Ohmygodohmygod…” you pant out hurriedly, hips stuttering as your body plunges you into an unexpected orgasm. “Please don’t stop, pleaseplease” and you cum, body spasming underneath Shouto’s as the blissful wave sends you over the edge, tingling your every nerve as it spreads through your body.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he moans, holding you tightly before shuddering in his own release. Pumping his cum into your ass with every deep thrust, coating your insides in overflowing hot cum as he breeds your ass like a bull. “Ugh,” he shakes as he finally stills, still plugging your ass to keep any more cum from leaking out. You can feel the excess dripping down onto the sheets below.

“Don’t think I’m done with you,” he pants as he glares at you with his mismatched eyes. “I’m not stopping until I’ve done that to both your holes.”

Your body shudders at his words, pussy fluttering around nothing, and you know you still need it too.

“Cut!” The director startles you from beside the bed. Shouto subconsciously covers your body with his own before remembering you’re both on display for the camera.

“Why don’t ya give us the money shot, IcyHot?” He chuckles.

Shouto reluctantly pulls back to allow for a full camera view. Your naked and lewd body on full display, blossoming hickeys and soaked skin zoomed in for the camera, and finally, your sloppy cunt destroyed by the gorgeous man himself. His cum oozing slowly out of your ass.

“Glazed her ass like a donut!” He chuckles before turning the camera back to shouto, putting his muscular body on display as well. “Great job, IcyHot!”

Some vile emotion snakes it’s way down Shouto’s throat. He’s not sure what he’s feeling. But he’s glaring at the cameraman. Unwilling to the hit the showers just yet.

“Wait,” your sultry voice reaches out to both the men. You’re still on your back, stretching slowly in blissed out relaxation. “We’re not done yet,” you smile up at Shouto, meeting his irritation with playful bedroom eyes. “Don’t you wanna see more?”

The director laughs and runs a hand through his thinning hair, “uh, yeah I wanna see more! If you two crazy kids got anything left in the tank. We’ll take a quick break, rehydrate and fuel up, and uh, if you two are willing, I got plenty more to shoot.”

You gingerly ease into sitting up, ignoring the inevitable wet spot that’ll be there on the bed once you get up. “That sounds good to me, what about you, IcyHot?”

Shouto smirks at the nickname. He’s been called it millions of times ever since that commercial, but somehow it feels that it’s found it’s rightful home on your tongue.

He rubs his thumb against your cheek as you sit on the edge of the bed looking up at him with ruined makeup. He still hasn’t stuffed your pretty face with his cock. There’s still so much that he has to do to you. “Yeah, quick break,” he resigns, resting the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip. “And then I’ll show you how to put that pretty mouth to good use.”

#shouto todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto smut #todoroki smut #shouto todoroki smut #mha smut #todoroki x you #shouto x you #shouto todoroki x you

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Track 7: Eddie Munson on his wedding day.

I Got You, Babe

Track 7: Kiss on My List by Hall & Oates - Give me a character and a fluff prompt (or give me free rein) and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons about it.

Eddie x Female! Reader

thanks for the request, my love, I hope you like it! Eddie seems like the kind of guy to throw a wedding together last minute so that's the vibe i tried to capture 💖

📼 ✨ mixtape milestone ✨ 📼

Warnings: not really, just a lot of fluff, and some language

Crying at your own wedding is sappy as hell.

In Eddie's mind, it's the easiest way to kill the vibe. Your wedding is supposed to be a party, for Christ's sake. So, even though he tears up at happy Christmas commercials and gets weepy every year on his birthday even though Wayne always makes him the same funny-looking chocolate cake he's baked since Eddie was a god damn seven year old, he is determined not to cry on the day he gets to marry you.

He's got a buzz all morning, though, and that makes him nervous. Like somebody's gonna jump around a corner and it's gonna startle him into tears—every emotion he's ever had bubbling right up to the surface while he tugs at all the layers, trying to make the suit he borrowed look right.

It's a relief when he finally gets to leave the trailer, walking down the path to the little field nearby. It's filled with all your favorite wildflowers, and everybody's managed to make it look as nice as you deserve. There's a makeshift tent for shade, a mix-match of patterned bed-sheets hanging like a canopy, all the chairs and tables anybody was willing to donate for the afternoon spread out around the dance floor Wayne and some guys from the plant put together out of old pallets and spare wood planks.

Eddie presses his sticky palms together, trying to keep his hands from shaking while he greets everybody, accepting all the congratulations and good lucks from trailer park friends and gentle ribbing from the Hellfire guys and the freshman chirping in his ear.

The wedding part hasn't even started yet, and his throat's already burning. It's not a big crowd by any means, but Eddie never realized there were this many people who cared about him.

Eddie's not gonna cry when the music starts and everybody shuts up, watching for you at the end of the sorta-aisle between all the tables. He might throw up though. Or die, maybe, with the way his heart is pounding. Wayne's standing behind him, a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and that's the only thing keeping him place.

Eddie thought all that might go away once he was sure you were gonna show, but it's actually much, much worse.

Tears are narrowly avoided once you appear. He figures out pretty quick that if he looks directly at you, he'll go off like a fountain, so he clenches his jaw and his hands and his ass cheeks, looking anywhere but your face. At the little bouquet of daises you probably picked yourself this morning, at the billowy sleeves on your dress.

He's not used to seeing you in white, but damn if you don't look stunning.

Eddie doesn't cry through the vows, but that's only because he's not listening. His head is full of static, holding both your hands in his in front of all your friends and family and friends you love like family. He'll make you repeat them again that night, when you're alone and he can bury his face in a pillow if he can't handle all the things it'll make him feel. Then he'll make you say them over and over and over again until it doesn't make him feel like he's drowning.

He kisses you when he's told, in front of everybody, and you cup his face in your hands and kiss him back.

You love him, god damn it. That shouldn't make his eyes sting, but it does. It's how much you love him that Eddie'll never, ever get over.

It gets easier after that, though. As long as Eddie doesn't remember that you agreed to marry him, and then you did marry him, and now you're married to him and he's married to you and you're his wife. If he ignores that, he's fine.

He doesn't cry while you're swaying under the Christmas lights hung around the edge of the tent, Journey's Faithfully playing through the amps he used to lug around for Corroded Coffin shows. Or at least, nobody sees the tear that slips down his cheek when he's got his face tucked into your hair, your cheek pressed tight against his chest, so wrapped up in each other it feels like you've only got one heartbeat.

Eddie almost makes it the whole day. Until Wayne.

He sneaks up on the two of you, sitting in a far off corner for a second of alone time, eating a slice of your wedding cake one of the neighbors baked from a box mix with your bare hands, laughing, and smearing frosting on each other's faces and then licking it off.

Eddie's got a few crumbs dangling from his bangs when he turns to look at Wayne, hands tucked shyly into his pockets.

"I was just wondering if my new daughter-in-law would wanna dance?"

You brush the frosting off your hands before Wayne leads you to the dance floor, swaying with you—old-school, with one hand on your waist and the other in yours—to a song his uncle played so much it's practically the soundtrack to Eddie's childhood. A song Eddie always knew was Wayne's his favorite, without having to ask or be told.

Fuck, if that doesn't already have him close to tears, lips quivering and his hands balled into fists. Eddie digs the toe of his shoe into the soft dirt, trying not to look, not to think about it.

Wayne walks you back when the song ends, hugs you tight a little ways away from where Eddie's staring at the ceiling now, willing the tears back into his head.

But he still hears Wayne say, "you're gonna take good care of my boy." Hears the tears in your own voice when you say yes.

And that's what does him in.

He's never gonna get away from all the love you have for him, all the love out in the universe pointed in his direction, saying you, Eddie Munson, are worth it. He's never gonna escape it.

And why would he ever want to?

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson #my writing #requests #starlightsearches mixtape milestone 📼

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imp-furiosa · 2 years

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Goncharov is a Bad Meme...

...because it’s a bad movie. I don’t begrudge anybody their cult movie favorites, but so few people have heard of Goncharov that there’s a joke going around that it doesn’t exist and people have made it up just to troll. Ironically the things that have won it acclaim as a cult success are the very things that doom it as a work. You need look little further than the box office reception for proof.

Check out the top grossing movies of 1973 and you’ll notice that Goncharov doesn’t make the list. The Exorcist tops things out with a gross of $193 million. The bottom spot goes to Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid with $8 million. Goncharov on the other hand was a commercial failure at release, barely recouping its unnecessarily bloated budget. Not that the budget was big, it was really a shoestring, but a list of production issues and re-shoots ate more and more time and money just to get something out the door.

Now I’m not trying to argue that box office revenue is all that matters for a good movie. It doesn’t at all. But in the case of Goncharov, the box office flop is informed by the way the film was made and thus informs its unique problems.

You see, Goncharov was filmed on location in Naples in the early 1970s during one or perhaps two extended “vacations” for most of the cast in the film. Highly unusual. But that’s sort of how things work when Stefano Pessina of Walgreens Boots Alliance (then Petrone Group) has an urge to play in an American mobster movie. He footed the bill himself (or rather convinced his daddy to), and the mess they shot was largely derivative and not worth any notice.

Scorsese wasn’t even involved until De Niro and Keitel approached him for help. Doing what he could to piece together what he assessed as workable bones, Scorsese tied together formerly loose threads and themes (notably the clock motif wasn’t nearly as significant before he took to work on it). The biggest thing is that he insisted on re-shoots as possible, adding new scenes, cutting scenes entirely, and notably excising all but a cameo of former star Pessina--the man can’t act. But he was paying the bills and while he’d find himself lucky to break even on the venture, his checkbook did at least allow the thing to see the light of day. Saved as much as possible by Scorsese’s talented eye.

All that cut material was saved, possibly at Pessina’s insistence, and has found its way to the public in the half century since its debut. Which has resulted in a number of new cuts and editions. It’s a favorite for film students to practice editing because the copious extra scenes allow wildly varying stories to be told. Since most people aren’t even aware of the movie in the first place, those that see it happenstance may well have found an unofficial edition. This is why we see many wildly varying “canonical” scenes. They all exist, but very few of them actually showed up in Scorsese’s theatrical release back in ‘73.

This is also why it’s lauded on that famous poster with “Martin Scorsese presents.” Despite his extensive work directing re-shoots and new scenes, editing and producing, Scorsese saw it for the train wreck it was and chose to distance himself from the thing. Al Pacino once joked in a TV Guide interview that he wished he had been “able to distance my name from it in that manner. I think we all do.”

Look, who among us has watched Mean Streets or Serpico? Both of those are better works than Goncharov and came out that same year. For a modern audience they would have worked just as well for this joke. Except then instead of topping it off with the ultimate punchline of hunting down the thing and being disappointed you wasted two hours of your life, Mean Streets or Serpico would be enjoyable watches. So save yourself some disappoint and go watch one of those instead.

#goncharov #unreality #martin scorsese #robert de niro #harvey keitel #turns out this isn't only a moby dick blog atm

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bloodandhedonism · 2 months

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RAPID-FIRE QUICK OPINIONS OF CITIES I'VE BEEN TO IN RECENT HISTORY

Rochester, New York (and other upstate NY cities in general) : Feels generic, but perhaps not necessarily in a bad way in this case. A resident said it's rare to see and live a place where kids still play in the front yard these days, so take as you will. New York, New York: What you'd expect these days. Allentown, Pennsylvania: Lots of industrial traffic as you'd expect, but cute town and good people. I made multiple and different kinds of friends here, which I consider very good for this sort of thing. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Homey. Don't go too far west, though or you'll run into Pennsylvanians. Remember James Carville! Baltimore, Maryland: Cutesy, gives vibes of home. Funny to see products from businesses by people I grew up with in places there. Washington, DC: It really does try to be a commercial with everyone perfectly chosen from central casting. Bad vibes, avoid, avoid. Get out if you live there. Imperial capital though, what does one expect. Norfolk, Virginia: Military city as you'd expect, and by far the most "Southern" feeling city in this list. Interesting contrast between the attempted beachiness and the dominating military stuff. St. Augustine, Florida: The best city in Florida by far, but losing its soul over the years and I'm very worried. Flagler College students will be window dressing for the upscale middle-aged tourists coming there. Tampa, Florida: Genuinely horrible. Worst city on this list, one huge slum posing as a 'regular' city. Unfriendly people. Telling every other billboard is for a lawyer promising to get you big money. Bad sign of the future. Orlando, Florida: Better than Tampa I suppose, but leaning way too hard into being Red State America's family vacation Mecca, which will lead to issues for it in the future. This city isn't for me. Denver, Colorado: People there like me, at least one person recognized my face from before, and mountains are cool. Las Vegas, Nevada: Very middlebrow, which I don't say as a compliment. Seeing middle aged people in cosplay out in public in non-convention contexts was embarrassing. Only interesting bit was seeing where Balrog's Street Fighter II stage was IRL. Reykjavik, Iceland: Neat place. Felt like the USA but cold and barren, of course. Icelandics are a unique people, and a small part of me almost wants to classify Iceland with North America than Europe since the society just feels different from regular Europe. I always thought it was worth noting the tectonic plate cleaves through the island. London, England: Honest with itself in that it's big, very big, and touristy too, which for said honesty reasons I respect it. I liked it. British people really are the Americans of Europe. I shouldn't, but I like the UK. I will visit the midlands soon, so I hope to see a fun contrast. Brussels, Belgium: Also an honest city, in this case in that it's a transnational confederal capital for a lot of places. Mons, Belgium: Lovely. Friendly and great people. Taking the train to it and seeing the scenes of rural life reminded me of the countryside I'd see back home. Paris, France: Genuinely lovely, and my favorite city of this list. More cities should be like Paris. I didn't see or deal with any of the bad stuff I heard about it. Friendly people. I need to go back here. Frankfurt, Germany: Definitely generic. Lisbon, Portugal: Touristy because it's warm and honest with itself about it in that case, which is also fine. I like warm weather so I liked Lisbon. Warsaw, Poland: Likable. Quite a nice city, and Poles are a very welcoming people. (Be proud of your country, @aomitois.) A friendliness emanated from the city which I liked. Has an optimism which I find intriguing. Budapest, Hungary: Strangely, I was reminded most of Salisbury, Maryland with this one: there was an odd familiarity driving and walking through the city. Like with Warsaw, it's legitimately trying hard, but that makes sense for Eastern Europe in this era.

I'm sure there's more cities that can go on here, probably a lot more, but this is off the top of my head and the entry is big enough as is. COMING SOON: The Middle East and East Asia! Maybe Latin America. Africa is more likely than Australia. Watch as I wind up in Antarctica for some dumb reason.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 months

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Mrs pasta here checking in on you peach 🍑

Glad to see you doing well and as always, keeping positive and away from the drama.

I also see operation manufacturing an internet bf has some people in a tiff. 😂

I myself don’t mind the carbon copy, I think he’s cute and somewhat charming, but what I don’t love is seeing the sudden bandwagon jump as always.

I have always side eyed fair weathered fans. Jumping to whoever is “hot” at the moment and then piling on someone else when they are “down.” I have no issues with carbon copy having his own fans - I just resent a comparison being used to put one down over the other. There’s no need for that. Especially when some are doing it on purpose to get a rise out of others.

I also have a feeling some people will be crawling back in the near future. I’ve always thought Ramen wasn’t meant to go the commercial route of big blockbuster movies and beefcake persona. I think his innate nature (at least publicly) has shown he tends to thrive when he follows his guns and picks a risky or unique project with a director that has a specific vision. I think this is where he will continue to find inspiration and return on investment.

If money isn’t an issue for him anymore, I think these smaller but more original/different projects may carve him a future in character acting that I think he still has a chance to succeed in.

He doesn’t need to be a top shelf A lister or even awards darling to do it. He is talented and he will find an audience somehow, I am sure of this.

Remember - art is subjective. And what makes a good movie isn’t necessarily how many awards it gets or how big the box office numbers are. If you are someone’s favorite actor in a movie they watch religiously and they can quote every line, or you are an actor whose opened a person up to a new genre or franchise simply because they enjoyed you on screen - then in my books, you’ve succeeded. I think Ramen has done that for many people in this world and I don’t think he needs to prove anything to anyone. I myself have seen multiple men wearing cap America tshirts this month alone (it’s 2024!) - white, Asian, Black, Latinx, older, middle aged, teenaged, child. Both Ramen and his friend Buldak (three guesses who I’m referring to 😉 AM) have created a legacy that won’t be going away anytime soon. Ten years ago, I used to mainly see batman and superman t shirts. I don't think all these new fans are just people who like comic books.

Be well, peach. Until next time!

Mrs. Pasta!! I welcome you back, it’s been awhile, but glad to see you around these neck of the woods again.

I actually think Chris’ career was heading out of the internet boyfriend for a while, and now here we are. I’ve tried to remain out of this discourse because I never want to yuck on someone else’s yum, but of course people want to push him and his projects on me, or want to talk about him, and eventually I do, and they don’t like it. When I’ve stated multiple times that the man does absolutely nothing for me in looks and I don’t enjoy his movies, and that’s being generous given his list of projects. Everyone has their time to come up, but his has been quick, since working on Top Gun. Almost like he has someone who wanted to invest in his career. Good for him. Now go away and create a new identity 😂

As you talk about the fair weathered fans, it just proves it was more about the looks and persona than about the talent. Which is fine, but we don’t have to kick him when he’s down to lift another up. I have been a fan of his since 2001. I became a fan for his looks, yes, and stayed because I enjoyed him. I enjoyed his body of work, meaning projects. I enjoyed his public persona, etc. You don’t stay a fan for over 20 years on looks alone. Although his looks to me are a bonus.

Chris’ career is fine, despite what some people believe. It is not of the height as it was when he was in Marvel, but neither is RDJ’s, Scarlett’s, or anyone’s. Marvel is a wheelhouse, and is in a league all of its own, so it’s silly to compare the two. However, Chris has had movies since Not Another Teen movie where he was the lead, and had a character name. It was a slow, but steady climb to his peak in 2018/2019. But he has officially announced three projects for this year alone. People don’t even know what he could be planning for 2025. He is an attractive white man that has a reputation for an excellent work ethic. He’ll be okay.

And you’re right. I would wager most actors aren’t A-List anymore. I seriously get tired of this conversation because it goes around in circles. But this age of celebrities are not the ones from the past. And that’s okay. Things change. As long as he is happy with his career and the way it’s going, and he’s being fulfilled it shouldn’t matter if he’s in huge box office successes.

Buldak! I love this!! I think the spicy ramen suits Mackie 😉 And you’re right. Superman was the superhero of the past. Now, it’s Captain America. Nobody can ever take Steve Rogers from Chris, or the fact that he was the face of Marvel for years. But I don’t even consider Steve to be one of my favorite characters. However, he was perfect for it, and nobody could have done it better.

As always, Mrs. Pasta, thanks for dropping in!

#Mrs. Pasta

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maze-of-sweets · 4 months

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-EVIL GIGGLING-

ahem ahem -pulls out list-

Cocoa pebbles with Sunny-D instead of milk recommendation. If you don't like chocolate milk unless it's from something specific then this is great <3 it's like pure sugar as well-

Raspberries, blueberries and blackberries with whipped cream. Really good.

And uh I do NOT promote eating chemicals. BUT. Cheese puffs in pool water is good and I don't know why and it just needs to be said. Don't try this please.

ALSO ALSO do you like pasta? This is a VERY important question<3 /j

-gooey machinery fellas

- i have not had cocoa puffs BUT I HAVE SEEN THE COMMERCIAL!!!! my favorite cereal is peanut butter captain crunch!!!! count chocula is a close second!!!!

- we do not like sunny d, it was all we could drink for a week while we were sick a few months ago and i am not convinced that if we drink it i will feel the same way i did when i had covid again

- I LOVE FRUIT. I LOVE FRUIT SO FREAKING MUCH. slime made this one thing for me that’s like marshmallow goop with whipped cream and cream cheese and it is the greatest thing i’ve ever tasted. you dip fruit in it and it is DELICIOUS.

- i love eating chemicals!!! i’m all about some red 40 genuinely. i think instead of human cravings i now just crave chemicals!! i also sometimes on accident eat our face wash. it isn’t terrible!!!

- I FREAKING LOVE PASTA. apparently in the fall we go mushroom foraging with a bunch of our friends and we make a big mushroom pasta and do a potluck!!! and for us it doubles as a little bone hunting mission because we heart finding bones!!

#gooey machine fellas #nibbly ask hours

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genderqueer-karma · 3 months

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Hello, hope you're having a good night! What songs would you recommend for someone that wants to get into Malice Mizer? I've known about them for years but never got around to listening to them. Album recs also work! Thanks in advance^^

okay honestly i’m really excited to answer this because i rarely get to give people recs!! so, i’m gonna do this by organizing based on my personal perception of the genre of each era. hopefully you enjoy what you hear/see!! (<- vibrating because they get to discuss their strongest hyperfixation of the past 2 years)

(under the cut)

if you tend to like goth/darkwave/posipunk/similar or related genres, or just generally more rock-focused music:

tetsu era is the way to go! their first album memoire/memoire dx has songs i’d argue fit very well into these genres! for more specific recs:

SADNESS~ I know the reason for her sadness~ - the most emblematic of the goth genre! (not technically from memoire, but the compilation it’s most commonly associated with, brain trash, was technically a multi-band project iirc)

miwaku no rouma - less “goth” and honestly a bit more “dance-y” but still a song i love and will love forever

kioku to sora - an incredible song that i love very deeply. also has a version with the band's third vocalist, klaha!

baroque - honestly, just iconic! baroque is THEE song of tetsu’s era as vocalist. the twin guitar version of für elise in the bridge?? magnificent 🤌

(i’d also look for the other, less known songs of the era, like 16 no solitude, portugal, and lafflesia!)

if you tend to like songs with a classical music influence but with more of a pop sound:

gackt era is 1000% the way to go! their second album (and gackt's first with them) voyage ~sans retour~ has many tracks of this variety:

madrigal - actually my favorite mm song, period. the bittersweet tone of the violin throughout makes me sick to my stomach its so good. i play viola and its the song by them i most want to learn to play!

premier amour - another lovely track from voyage that i actually used to have as my blog title! very poppy (in my opinion) but the classical influence is evident. like madrigal, it's quite violin heavy. as the title also suggests, it's quite romantic ^-^

uruwashiki kamen no shotaijou - i can't make a malice mizer rec list without mentioning this song. it's quite iconic and for good reason! this was the single that really gave them their first big commercial success, as far as i know. (also in the bg of a famous interview clip)

ma cherie - another song that i can't not talk about when discussing malice mizer. literally their most famous song, the one that their fan club was named for. if you ever look up clips of this song live, you'll mostly see the band having the most fun onstage. honestly just a very sweet song. this song is also the only one that's been performed by all three vocalists! (tetsu & klaha)

for songs that lean very heavily into a cathedral/classical sound:

the album bara no seidou, their last one and the only one with klaha as vocalist, has you covered!!

mayonaka ni kawashita yakusoku - first time i heard this song i nearly lost my mind. no exaggeration. the composition is genuinely beautiful, possibly even bordering on angelic. all my homies love mayonaka.

bara ni idorareta akui to higeki no makuake/seinaru toki eien no inori - goddamn what a long title, but fitting for a long song! as the opener for bara no seidou, it is a whopping 9 minutes long, but it had me hooked for all 9 minutes. (technically, bara ni... and seinaru are two separate tracks, but bara acts as an introduction for seinaru)

shiroi hada ni kuruu ai to kanashimi no rondo - to be towards the end of the album, it's quite the piece; and i don't use "piece" lightly. i have many feelings regarding shiroi, but to put it simply, you need to experience this song at least once.

tbh this list is getting long as fuck so i'm gonna do a rapid fire round of songs i like/ones i think are iconic:

tsuioku no kakera, au revoir (and the bossa version), apres midi (and the english version that i honestly can't place genre-wise), brise, gardenia, garnet, le ciel, gensou rakuen, aegen, gekka no yasoukyoku (deserves a long explanation as the song that got me into malice but i'm actually running out of space), the whole merveilles album*, really. (*half of those aren't even merveilles... oops)

#yo it's d :)#malice mizer #hi!! sorry this took 5000 million years to answer. i really wanted this to be a quality answer #i also apologize for the length of the post. i got super excited and wanted to go in depth!!#another note! i have to say that memoire dx is a very story driven album. so while the songs from it do work fine on their own...#there's an underlying narrative that i think is cool :)#i actually left a lot of songs out. but i was trying to be good and also normal #honorable mention shi no butou. love you girl <3

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Dead Mall Dare [The Golden Years]

A moment that occurs before the events of Chapter 1.

There's a showing at the Waning Lights theater, and Moon is more than happy to host the event - but things don't always go according to plan.

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It was rare treat when the Waning Lights theater had a showing. Not just any showing, either; a special feature, Saturday Night Fever, viewed on the big screen for one night only. The event drew in crowds from surrounding counties and promised to be a truly unforgettable night.

Customarily, the theater’s very own mascot lead the scene. Moon stood just beyond the entrance, velvet rope sat aside, delighting in nothing more than gesturing the queue through the two crescented doors with a handshake and a smile that reached both corners of the mouth.

Folks piled in by the dozens and left only stragglers, concession connoisseurs and parents who did away with their children by slipping coins into their pockets and ushering them towards the mall’s plentiful list of other things to do, the candy shop and playground being notable favorites.

A particularly bratty shaver caught Moon’s attention as he was headed inside, causing him to pause at the door, ever briefly, before he returned to the outer lobby and came upon the family - mom, dad, and the wailing child, giving his parents a good deal of grief - and crouched down to his level, fitting him with a stern look. “Now what has you in such a fit?” Asked Moon, calm as a clam.

“Oh, don’t let us keep you,” the mother, shame behind her eyes, sighed with exasperation, “he’s only upset with having to miss the show.”

“He’ll miss dinner and a day without chores, too, if he doesn’t shape up,” chimed the father, looking thin in the lips.

“Is that so?” Now, Moon wasn’t a hit with the kids. He catered to the night crowd, business men with a schedule chalked full and youth on the crisp of adulthood who fancied a quieter time and fewer distractions during their visits - it was Sun who carried on conversations with the tots and blew balloons to keep the kids happy and the parents happier - but it was Moon who knew his way around the fussier ones. Though his methods were questionable.

“Well, we could let you in to see the film,” he mused, finger tapping against his lip in thought. Both parents shared a bug-eyed expression, obviously against such an idea, but Moon continued, “though I must say I’m surprised, I didn’t expect anyone your age to want anything to do with a pair cutting the rug,” he watched the boy’s face turn sour and carried on with the wave of a hand and a perfect poker smile, “and I suppose a growing boy like yourself won’t mind the kissing, either.”

His tantrum came to a grinding halt. “The…kissing?”

“Well of course!” Said Moon, resting an elbow on his knee and his chin into his palm, “This story doesn’t end before the star finds himself a pretty lady and warms her up with a kiss. Isn’t that romantic?” He waited. It didn’t take long. The child’s entire posture sank with disappointment and he turned to look up at his parents with a face of utter betrayal, “Or,” Moon called him back to attention with a hand that dipped behind the child’s ear, and away from it he pulled a silver coin - Sun’s face on one side, his own on the other - and slipped it into the boy’s hand with a wink, "you could get lost in a few games until your parents are done.”

The little boy answered with an eager nod and a polite thanks at his mother’s behest, menace easily turned moppet, and scurried off towards the arcade without further argument. Problem solved and with minimal fuss to boot. And just in time, too. Moon beckoned the couple inside right as the screen came to life, a coca-cola commercial beginning the next ten minutes of pre-film entertainment.

A few minutes in and the smell of warm butter and popcorn steam wafted through the room, paper bags worth a handful tucked into one another, pinned against stacks of Mars Men and liquorice twists and all crammed into a wide mouthed wooden box that Moon brought to every row with a flare of glamour, ensuring that each guest in their allocated seat was happy and fulfilled. Behind him the speakers sang with the melody of a brand, giddy voices chiming ‘mix it up, wrap it up, Buttercup is born!’ and boasting a king-sized cup.

It wasn’t until the intro came to an end that Moon left the crowd if only to climb the star coated stairs all the way to the projection booth to personally insure the film began smoothly. Sure enough, the booth’s worker was already having some trouble with the reel. This wasn’t unusual - the projectors weren’t what they used to be, and Waning Lights had been due for a new one since the year prior. The theater’s budget was all tied up elsewhere, management said, and Moon never found it in himself to complain. It was nothing he couldn’t fix in a pinch.

A few precise taps - clearly practiced - knocked the machine back into functioning order, and the reel slipped into its frame with ease. Static formed, then a light, and finally the screen came alive with the opening number. Moon found a chair of his own beside the projector and settled in to enjoy the movie.

Twenty-eight minutes in and things were just starting to heat up when a customer began causing a ruckus. This, too, wasn’t unusual. There were always interruptions in the theater - whispers amongst the crowd and walkouts, or the occasional pair of teenagers who thought they were being sneaky, but this was different. An uproar created from the belly of a drunkard whose vulgar speech competed for volume with the film itself.

This, of course, meant he had to go. The poor projection booth employee wearily found their way to their feet only for Moon to set a hand on their shoulder, standing himself, “I’ll take care of it,” he promises smoothly, “offer the guests more refreshments - on the house.” He waits for the affirming nod, then sets his sights on the man below.

It took all of two minutes for him to be escorted down the theater’s hall and out towards the lobby - all the while Moon soothed his angry prattles with a patient voice and a polite, but firm hand - unfortunately, they don’t entirely make it there. Not ten feet from the exit and the man whipped around, fist raised high, intent on making a scene. Moon wasn’t having any of it. “Sir, you need to leave,” he gave the man a second chance, hoping he might see reason, “you’re causing a disturbance. If you don’t leave on your own, I’ll have to–”

He caught the first throw, easily avoiding the attack. But not the second. A harsh shove against Moon’s shoulders drove him into the wall, the force of it enough to jostle a poster from its place, the wooden frame splintering open on impact.

Moon’s posture changed immediately, manners somewhat forgotten as his system recalculated an appropriate response. The situation was growing dangerous. He pulled himself away from the wall, dented where his joints met plaster, and dusted the fibers from his silicone, retaining utmost composure even now, “Sir,” his head felt funny, static snow dancing in his field of vision, but he’s nothing if not forgiving, “I’ll ask one more time before escorting you from the mall’s premises entirely. Please leave the theater and–”

Again, the man aimed his fist, rage in his eyes and steam erupting from his nostrils, not looking to play nice - but Moon was faster. He caught it by the wrist, long fingers wound in a vice hold. His world swayed and swam. A new protocol slithered into his coding when he wasn’t looking. Then there was a crunch, followed by a scream.

He doesn’t know how it happened. One minute he’s holding his own against this rowdy patron and the next, he was holding him up by a broken wrist, his fingers still bruising around the joint. Then came the security. Alerted by the pained shriek, no doubt, they marched through the theater in a pair and took the customer away by his folded arms. The man’s incessant howling turned every head in the theater, then all eyes fell to Moon, still trying to make sense of it all.

The employee, who appeared at his side a moment later, outstretched a hand to his shoulder much in the same way Moon had a few minutes prior. “Are you alright?” They asked him, thinly veiled distress in their voice, “I heard the commotion from upstairs. Did he hurt you?”

The question caught him off guard. Did the man hurt him? No, certainly not.

“I need to clear my head,” said Moon, avoiding the topic entirely, and he didn’t wait for an answer, either.

Moon recoiled from the touch without another word and strode a far ways from the exits, finding himself inside a photo booth.

With the curtain being pulled taut, he let his head fall to his hands, and a deep exhale escaped. A worrying feeling washed over him like spiders dancing on his skin, creeping along with legs like pins and needles. He found himself nauseated and dizzy, steam sweltered inside his chest and rose to form beads of sweat - that is, condensation - and a hand arrived at his mouth a second later to prevent himself from losing stomach oil.

He heaved, dry and ugly, for a full minute without interruption.

Then the curtains came away with a quickness so jarring it snapped him clear out of his daze.

Moon squinted into the sudden burst of light, and Sun stared back, a look of concern crossing his features. “Are you alright?” He asked, frantic.

His mind flashed to the employee asking that exact question and immediately he remembered his sickness. He shuddered, forcing it down as well as he could manage, for Sun’s sake, “What are you doing here?” He forced the words past gritted teeth, “Your shift doesn’t start for another five hours.”

Sun straightened his back, the action enveloping Moon in his shadow, much to his counterpart’s relief. “They said something happened,” he answered, “that there was a fight, and you got knocked around pretty bad. I was worried, so–”

“I’m fine.” He interjected, the bite making Sun stiffen. There was a broiling heat running rampant in his system, a burning under his skin. He couldn’t place it - the fire, or the source of the sickness. His gears felt like they were clogged with molasses. “I’m–I’m fine,” he tried again, with a much smoother, softer tone this time. His eyes raised, his smile plastered on with it, “Thank you for worrying. I’ve got a headache, but that’s all. I’ll be okay in a minute.”

“If you’re sure…” Sun wasn’t convinced. Still, it wasn’t kind to challenge the other when he was evidently already going through it, so he let it go. For now. He paused then, thinking, then climbed fully into the booth and closed the curtain behind him. “Mind if I stay with you until then?”

“You don’t seem to be waiting for an answer either way.” Moon replied. He can’t help the way his smile relaxed into something genuine, or the way his shoulders slumped with relief as Sun crammed his way into the seat beside him. The company was nice. It eased the sickly flare somewhat.

“You know what might cheer you up?” Sun reached for the photo booth triggers, “We should take a picture! We haven’t done that in a while.”

“Sun, I don’t want to–”

“Say cheese!”

He didn’t have much time to argue. The timer clicked away and Moon, never knowing how to let him down, obliged with a roll of his eyes and a smile. Something a little silly, despite the tension boiling under his fingertips. The printer spit their photograph into his hand a minute later.

“That’s a good one,” said Sun, “we should hang it up in our room.”

Moon nodded, thumb pressed against the smooth film. He didn’t recognize the Moon in that picture.

They sat in perfect silence for some time after this. Moon with his head on Sun’s shoulder, and Sun’s head on top of his, the rays retracted where his faceplate brushed against the hat.

Eventually, Moon was able to return to his theater, but something had shifted. Something was unmistakably different. He caught the tail end of the movie and assured the other employees that he was alright as the final scene played out.

He remained in the booth until the credits rolled, shook the hand of each departing customer, and personally locked up once the last staff member made their way out. Then, finding his way to the middle seat in the center row, Moon sat and stared at a blank screen. He sat there until the mall closed and then opened, and dawn crawled over the horizon.

Sun had already made his way out for his morning shift after being reassured, once again, that he was alright. Moon found his way to their shared bedroom alone and got himself plugged in for the night. He would often dream in this state, but tonight he hoped they would stay away. He wanted nothing but stillness. An empty, boring sleep.

Maybe that would put this nervous feeling to rest.

#DMD: Golden Years #dead mall dare au #fnaf moon #moondrop #there's a thousand scenes I could have picked for the first Golden Years segment #but why hold out #when I could jump straight into showing you moon's first big experience with the [redacted]#also i forced myself to write this entirely in past tense (for practice) and i hated it #so expect it to go back to present tense by the next drabble lmao

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