#cowboy bebop imagines

[stargazer-dreamer]

vicinity

character: spike spiegel

reader: gender neutral

content warnings: unhealthy relationship; obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking. sex mention. intentional injuries

summary: he loves you, but he doesn’t quite know how to handle that

✩ he’s down to try just about anything, at least once

✩ you want him to choke you out? he’ll do it. you want to tie him down? go ahead! he has virtually no gag reflex and can hold his breath for an outstanding amount of time, if you’re into that. in public, in private; all you have to do is bring it up, all you have to do is ask

✩ all that he asks of you in return is that you don’t ever leave him

✩ yeah, this guy’s got abandonment issues. you could even say he’s a little bit obsessed with you. or a lot, depending on your reaction to finding this out

✩ the more you push him away, the more the anxiety rises within him. the more the anxiety climbs, the more…problematic he could become

✩ he’d intentionally get too reckless during hunts so that you’ll take care of him afterwards. he needs your shoulder to walk. he needs you to cook for him. he needs you to change his bandages—and now that you can see the full extent of his injuries, you would be just plain heartless if you were to up and leave him, wouldn’t you?

✩ he’d plant a tracking device on you, just to keep an eye on your whereabouts. where do you go when he’s not with you? for how long? do you linger at specific locations? and what are those places?

✩ he’s already lost one love, before. he lost her because he looked away. because he let her out of his line of sight

✩ he won’t ever let you go

✩ he gets jealous very easily. not long after, he gets possessive. don’t get close to anyone else. don’t talk to anyone else. don’t look at anyone else

✩ why would you, if you have him? he’s all you need. he’ll make sure of that

✩ if you’re his, that’s what you would be. nothing else

✩ there isn’t much he wouldn’t do, to keep you by his side. know that if you’re going to pursue him, because it’s going to have to be you if you want more than an occasional hookup

✩ it would be your fault, if things go wrong

[cupcek]

ིུ͠༄📵!♤ ⃨۪۪̃۟ #Iamthebatman ▞𖢅𝅮 ꦿ

ဒေါက်မြင့်ဖိနပ်စီးပြီး လမ်းလျှောက်တယ်။

[geekynerfherder]

Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

The art of Oliver Wetter.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 27: Faye Valentine x Male!reader - Bounty

You met her at the bar, she said her name was Rebecca which you knew was surely fake but you didn't care, she was beautiful and she was naked in your bed.

You had already made a mess of your apartment, clothes shed across the floor, a lamp pushed over and broken dishware knocked off the table where you each had your first orgasms of the night.

Now she was on top of you, riding you while she chanted obscenities under her breath.

She didn't want to cum again too quickly so she raises her hips letting your cock fall out of her, rubbing her dripping pussy along your shaft.

“Fuck, don't have too many girls like you around here,” you say, reaching up grope her breasts.

“Honey you've never met a girl like me,” she smirks, inserting your soaked cock back inside her.

She moves slow and deliberately, her clit still sensitive from when you ravished it as you ate her out on your kitchen table and trying not to stimulate it too much yet.

Her tits fit perfectly in your hands, her nipples hard against your palms as she bounces.

“Oh shit I think I'm gonna cum,” you grunt.

“Not yet big boy, I have to cum first,” she demands.

You hold onto ‘Rebecca's’ waist, keeping her steady as you start thrusting upwards into her.

“That feel good beautiful?” You smirk.

“So good,” she moans, throwing her head back as you hit deep inside her.

“I can't wait much longer are you gonna cum?” You ask so close to the edge and it doesn't help that now her tits are bouncing like crazy.

“I'm almost there,” she says, shutting her eyes and enjoying the feel of you fucking her pussy.

About a minute later she falls forward, placing her hands on your chest to keep her upright as her whole body shakes and twists in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she cries, as her second orgasm hits her so much harder than the first.

“Now can I cum?” You ask, the sounds she was making driving you crazy.

She can't speak words so she just nods her head giving you the go ahead to cum and it feels so good when you do.

You had known her for a few hours but you swear you were falling in love with her.

When you both come back to reality she shuffles back, letting your softening cock free from her grasp as it hits your stomach.

“Thanks handsome, you were a good fuck,” she smiles at you, “but you know what's gonna be even better?”

“What's that?” You smirk as she takes your hands and puts them above your head, thinking you were about to go for a round three.

“The bounty I'm gonna get when I turn you in,” she says, slapping a pair of handcuffs on you.

“What the hell,” you say tugging on the cuffs but you're stuck to the damn railing of your bed, “I thought we really had something.”

“Sorry sweetie, you're hot and all but a bounty is a bounty, now be a good boy and make this easy for me.”

“At least tell me your real name,” you huff as she gets off of you and looks for her clothes.

“It's Faye,” she replies.

“You're really gonna arrest me after I fucked you like that Faye?”

“Call me when you get out of prison and maybe I'll let you fuck me like that again,” she winks at you.

[lonichedgehog]

cowboy bebop x trigun crossover pls :3

Well anon, you didn't specify how the crossover needed to be so I indulged a little.

Thanks for the request! :>

[kittykatninja321]

The state of 2D animation in America annoys me so bad can you imagine if 2D animation was allowed to exist outside of comedies and children’s cartoons here. The stories we could be telling. We could’ve had our own Akira by now but yall wanna keep PLAYING

[amethystsoda]

Thinking about crossovers tonight…

[lasalebete]

if i had a nickel every time I went in watching an anime with a whimsical and silly sounding name which actually made me cry and impacted my life as a person I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice.

[htchnr]

♰ head over heels ༻ JET BLACK.*ೃ˚

summary a short little drabble while i try to get a grasp of his character 🫠. wordcount 0,4k.

Jet grumbles, lighting a cigarette while he leans against the wall of the Bebop's loading dock. you grin, almost out of breath-like as you glide through the loading dock towards him. " you're on your own with the damages to your craft. " he grunts, exhaling a long puff of smoke.

you near him, kicking a foot against the metal floor to float upside down in front of him. " baby, don't be mean like that. i turned out alright, didn't i? " your hair swirling below you as you float.

Jet sighs, shaking his head. " you never listen. "

you giggle plucking his cigarette from between his lips. " i listen, i just like doing this my way. " you take a drag from the cigarette, exhaling across his face. " but i always find my way back to you, don't i? " you press a tender kiss to his lips, his nose bumping against your chin.

he closes his eyes, inhaling deeply. you pull away from the kiss, taking another drag from his cigarette before placing it between his lips again. your thumb swipes across his cheek before you push against the ceiling, the motion sending you swirling back up right.

you kick off towards the hatch into the main living space, stretching your arms behind your head. " how have Ed and Ein been while i was gone? " you yawn, calling out behind you.

Jet sighs, taking the last drag from the cigarette before he smothers it against the palm of his metal hand. his heart briefly lightens as he hears the happy shouts from Edward and the excited barks from Ein. the positive sounds soon followed by Spike's hungover shouts for everyone to quiet down.

he knows he'll end up getting your ship fixed up and he knows he'll pay for it. he never knows why he ends up telling you off and that he won't do it — when he knows damn well the moment you waltz back onto the Bebop with that smile on your lips, that he'll forgive you for almost anything. just as long as you come back into his arms once more and kiss his doubts and worries away.

[inkpot909]

When The Kids are Asleep (One-Shot)

↳ Spike Spiegel x Fem!Reader: She/her pronouns are used for the reader.

Summary: Insecurity is the poison that kills relationships before they even have a chance begin. Luckily Spike Spiegel is around to set things right; to let you know that it’s all in your head.

Warning(s): Swearing. Slight nsfw.

Sitting upright on the Bebop’s bright yellow couch, your mind is focused intently on the book you hold open before you.

Not often do you get to indulge in a new story. Although reading is a hobby you enjoy, being a member of the Bebop means your priorities are understandably elsewhere. It’s not unlike your companions to splurge on hobby items and clothes, but a soft heart makes your approach to spending different. Or more accurately- your lack thereof.

But the latest bounty was certainly a rough one- with a hefty reward to match. So much so, that Faye let out a long huff of relief after taking her share of the reward, rather than putting up an argument over the amount or suggesting to go window-shopping with you. Regardless, it just so happened after collecting your own fair share, you found a secondhand store on your walk back to the Bebop. You’d stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, looking up at the large sign displaying a proud title for the quant store. Disappearing inside, you return just minutes later along with an award for a job well-done and a gleeful expression. 

And better yet, a tiring bounty calls for people to turn in early. Sleep entices you, just as it coaxed all your companions to bed. However, to hell if you aren’t going to take advantage of a silent Bebop. Staying up in comfortable quiet isn’t something you plan for often, even less does it ever actually come to fruition. In your head, tonight was decidedly different, and the universe mercifully granted you that desired peace.

There’s only one light on in the common area, just bright enough to make your book legible. With a head bent down, your hair casts a shadow over your relaxed face. Shadows dance around your body’s curves, vegged out in contentment. Just by glancing at your unmoving form, it would be easy for one to imagine the long day you’ve had.

Lost in your story, the small kinks that accompany the Bebop fly over your head. Distant sounds of machinery are drowned out by the flood your book provides, and you’re right there with them. Floating down further and further until your surroundings are completely off the mind.

“Don’t you think this Jean character is a bit of an airhead?” a voice calls from above you. Jumping, a tiny yelp escapes your lips.

Lifting your head, you find the source of the voice only when you crank your neck back further. The muscles around it and across your shoulders groan, but a pair of mismatched brown eyes keep you from listening.

Spike’s standing right behind the couch, looming over you. His front pressed to the back of the couch, lazily holding the weight of his bent torso. Your faces are mere centimeters apart, something that doesn’t hinder his bored expression. His eyes stay glued to yours, forcing your neck forward, pulling your own from his.

To think simply his body language and carefree voice is enough to make you jumpier than Ein on special mushrooms…

“I don’t understand what you mean,” you mumble, flicking the pages of your book.

“I don’t understand how you can read that crap,” Spike replies, hoisting his body over the couch. He lands on his feet and smoothly plops down onto the cushions next to you. Grinning, he adds, “What? Am I not entertaining enough?”

Your eyes widen, the answer to his question dying on your lips.

Deep inside you, a warm feeling has been growing. The foolish hope that Spike meant all the sweet nothings he threw your way. Casual flirting has long been a staple of your relationship. Spike oozed confidence around you, a trick you happily fall for each time. You stroke his ego and he flusters you beyond what words can express. Ever since the fateful day you’d stowed away on the Bebop- desperate for food, desperate for a home -your relationship with him had been far different in comparison to anyone else.

But even still, insecurity plagued your mind. Aren’t his actions all part of some game? Chasing your reactions only to pass the time; to make the life he leads a tiny bit easier. Born from boredom and nothing else.

To believe you’re special… how positively laughable.

“I didn’t hear you at all,” you sheepishly admit, “I thought everyone went to bed.”

“I tried; too pent up from today to get any shut-eye,” Spike replies, staring down seemingly at nothing. “I was practicing some fighting forms, but needed a break. Then I found your cute little silhouette curled up on the couch and the night’s been looking up ever since.”

“Even if I didn’t see you?”

Spike’s eyebrows furrowed, waving his hands up in the air dramatically. “I don’t understand what that book has that I don’t!”

For one thing, it’s both forward and honest with me, you think, not daring to say such a thing to his face. Regardless of your inner bitterness, his words bring a smile to your face and a laugh follows suit. “Keep reading and you’ll find out,” you quip, raising a brow.

“No way in hell,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’ll leave the reading to the critically gifted.”

“So you admit it- you’re completely clueless. Didn’t even know what you’re criticizing,” you test playfully, gently setting the book down on the coffee table.

“Oi! I still know an idiot when I see one- and that Jean is one hell of a brainless protagonist.”

You snort, finding his confidence endearing. Spike always tried pushing your buttons in this way, and regardless of the fight you put up, you always surrender to his occasional goofiness. Even still…

You sigh, moving your gaze from him. This isn’t the first time he’s sought you out specifically while by yourself. The whole dynamic… it makes your heart flutter with both positive and negative possibilities. Your heart desperately cries for just a chance he may think the world of you, while your head shuts down all hope.

In the moment, you feel both sides collide with one another. Without thinking properly beforehand, you finally meet his gaze head-on once again. A frown now is spread across your face, and his shoulders dip as you ask, “You do this with Faye too, don’t you?”

Spike’s lighthearted expression twists into a confused one, tilting his head to the side. For someone who hates Ein as much as he claims, he sure as hell shares some of the same mannerisms as the pooch. “What are you going on about?” he hums, keeping his voice purposefully low on volume.

“This,” you wildly gesture to both him and yourself, “This-… this…”

“This, what...?” he coaxed, clearly not about to let this go despite your flaming cheeks. This is a bed you’ve never wanted to make for yourself, far too aware that Spike would make damn sure you sleep in it. Sleep deprivation and a long day are just the straw to break the camel’s back.

“This… flirting game you play,” you go on, voice shaking, “It’s flustering… and you never do it in front of everyone else.”

“You want me to?” he asks, genuinely surprised. He puckers his lips in thought, adding in a mumble, “I thought you were the shy type.”

“What?”

“What-?”

The two of you stop speaking, baffled faces glued to one another. Maybe tiredness from a long day really isn’t to blame. Perhaps it’s the fact that everyone else is in bed that makes you so direct- an opportune time. This is between you and Spike alone, which is why you've never gone to Faye or Jet for support.

Faye... you ponder. Or maybe it’s because I’m always nervous whenever Faye and Spike are close. They had both stepped up much today, working together flawlessly despite bickering the entire time. It feels ridiculous to be so worried; it’s clear they cannot stand one another. Yet they look good together... that much you have to admit. And although they deny it profusely, they share a certain amount of concern for each other.

Whatever insecurity is specifically plaguing you at this very moment, one thing is for certain to you: I’m sick of being flirted with- frustrated with the teasing and the sly looks. What this is… it isn’t tangible. It’s not real. 

“Y/n…” Spike sighs, dropping his head and pulling you from your mind. He’s turned away now, but continues to sneak peaks at you out the corner of his good eye. “What do you think I take you for?”

Your hands tremble. Once again, you have a hard time answering. Instead of coming up with something this time around, you suddenly stand up from the couch. You know what? Maybe you can run away. Stretching, you let out an obnoxious yawn. “Don’t worry about it,” you act, “Anyways, I really should-“

“Y/n…” Spike mutters, halting your movement. His voice is quiet- soft, even. As he speaks, his hand reaches out for one of your own. “Talk to me... what's so wrong all of a sudden?” His pleading eyes leave you no choice, as well as a skip of your heartbeat.

“I- but, you…” you stutter, slowly sitting back down. Seemingly pleased with this, his grip on you loosens. If only a little bit.

Spike’s eyes travel around your face, searching. For a moment, his eyebrows knit together even further. “Y/n… you deserve more than you give yourself credit,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck and pulling his hand away.

Lifting your gaze, it’s now his turn to bashfully avoid eye-contact. Placing both hands behind his head, he kicks his feet up in a quick attempt to seem nonchalant. But Spike performs laziness as if it’s a career. To the point where if he’s not truly relaxed, everyone knows- you know.

“You always say things like that,” you huff, unable to help your bitterness. Now that the cat’s getting dragged out the bag, there’s no point in hiding your frustration. After all, if it is one big game- you won’t find it all too amusing. “But only now… only when we’re alone.”

“So?”

Frustration boils within your chest. “So!? So you need to stop. It’s confusing.”

“You’ve never stopped me before.”

His words eat you alive. Spike is right- you cannot say that you’ve ever lectured him over his flirtatiousness before tonight. But him being right isn’t on your current agenda, which means he must be wrong.

“Not true!” you huff. The face he pulls makes it clear that he is buying the lie even less than you are yourself.

Sighing once more, Spike’s body dips into the couch even further. He scoots closer to you, pausing and waiting for you to pull away or chastise him. When you do neither, he throws his arm around you casually.

“Spike…?” you ask, frustration diffusing at his facial expression. He shuffles himself even closer, both your thighs brushing up against one another. Glancing between your eyes and lips, he finally says, “When the kids are all asleep… isn’t it only natural to flirt out of sight? Trust me, you've always been worth the wait.”

Flirt…

“What are you trying to say...?”

“It's clear that you like me. I'm not oblivious, y'know,” he chuckles, “I can see how you stare, and how you react to my every action is only more evidence piling together. But you always get so shy... I thought you wouldn’t be happy with me openly flirting with you in front of everyone; they can be quite the teasing bunch.”

Blinking, you drink up his words with a baffled expression plastered on your face. In his own way, he makes it plain as day: This isn’t a game. Fun for him, certainly, but not in the sick, selfish way you had wrongfully assumed.

“Is… is that really how you see it?” you ask, voice hopeful. “You're just... honestly trying to flirt with me?”

“Of course,” he makes a face, “I dunno why you’d think I’d act this way with Faye.”

You shrug, “She’s three times the woman I’ll ever-”

A pair of heated lips cut off your words. Across the room, you hear a droplet of water fall from a creaky pipe above to the harsh floor. For a split moment, Spike stayed completely still against your lips. Your eyes are glued wide open, observing his which are screwed tightly shut. His hand had instinctively reached forward, gripping your forearm in a silent plea for you to stay put. His buttocks is lifted into the air, uncomfortably keeping himself bent down and holding his position.

Just now mentally recovering from the action, Spike’s lips gently pull away. He mutters cheekily, “You really need to stop comparing yourself to others- and stop talking about them to me,” He plants a kiss to your lips, ghosting his lips over them as he adds, “I only wanna focus on you, sweetheart.” He tilts his head to the side, nose poking your cheek as he meets your lips once more. You weakly kiss him back, lips quivering and hands sweaty. Despite your nerves, you allow him to pepper your lips with short but desperate kisses.

A minute passes before he pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he slowly sinks back into the couch cushions. He’s sitting much closer to you this time around, your legs touching and torsos twisted in each others’ direction. Something sad taints his eyes, sinking your rapidly-beating heart. Giving your arm a gentle squeeze, he tells you in a whisper, “You really didn’t get it before... did you?”

“I-... I suppose not,” you reply, breathless.

“I’m sorry I confused you,” he murmurs.

“Spike… it’s okay… I assumed the worst and-...”

He raises a hand, a passive request for you to stop your sentence there. Following along, you shut your mouth again. A smile plays on his lips, using the hand he’d raised to cup your chin. His lithe fingers brush against your skin with care, tilting your head so that you felt no other option than to look into his eyes.

“I like when you say my name…” he practically purrs, wrapping his free hand around your waist. “I don’t wanna have to hear anyone else say it.” Your cheeks turn a flushed red color, only egging him on to continue. “And…” he nuzzles your nose with his own, “And I’d love it if you'd indulge me some more.”

“S-Spike…” you sigh, heart leaping thousands of feet away from any ground surface. He bites his lip, but waits for you to finish your thought this time. Instead, you merely sigh again and lean forward.

Getting the hint, a tug around your waist pulls you towards him, and once more you're engulfed in his kisses. Lifting your hands, you rest them against his chest and kiss him back. His hand moves from your chin to the back of your head. Spike’s fingertips massage your scalp, running through your hair and making a quick mess of it. His lips move faster than before; the sound of sloppy kisses fill the common area’s late-night serenity.

Spike bites down on your lower lip, wiping his tongue over the tiny mark temporarily left behind before slipping inside your mouth. You sigh, a tiny whimper accompanying the release of air. His tongue dances around yours. “Spike…” you hum between kisses. Your hands slide up his chest, wrapping around his neck. Your body lifts as you do so, now pressed against him and radiating more warmth between you two.

He pulls away, stomach visually rising and falling. Loosening his tie first, he also releases the first couple of buttons running down the front of his shirt. His bare chest pokes out as he leans back, propping himself up only by his elbows. Grabbing your hand, he beckons you closer with half-lidded eyes, and guides your body to lay comfortably on top of him.

“Come here…” he sighs, tugging you forward by the collar of your shirt. Lips conform to one another, kissing and lightly biting. A hand travels down your side, cupping the bottom of your ass.

You use his hand to direct the movement of your hips, slowly rocking against his. A shiver rolls down your spine at the contact, making contact with something hardening against your clothed core. Spike pushes back, softly groaning into your lips, “Fuck... this is okay?”

You simply nod, not trusting your words.

Shaking his head, he trails his kisses along your jaw. Pushing you further above him, Spike plants soft kisses down to your neck. “Mmh-” you huff, tilting your head and giving him more access.

“I need to hear you say it…” he grumbles, grinding against you with added vigor. “Please, baby…”

You nod again, eyes fluttering shut. He kisses a spot where your jawline and neck meet, sucking a mark onto your otherwise clear skin. Spike grins; your neck’s a blank canvas he intends to utilize.

“Yes…” you mutter, a tremble present in your voice. “Spike... yes, it's okay…”

Biting down on your neck, his hand traces from your ass back up your side again. It lingers for a moment before moving to your front, cupping your breast through your shirt. “Say that again,” he moans, “My name like that…”

“Spike…” you sigh, giggling delicately at his desperation.

“Again...?” he pleads, pulling away from your neck. He peers up at you, eyes hazy with want. He slowly moves his hand down your stomach, tracing the hem of your shorts with a single fingertip.

You press your forehead against his, arching your back. “Spike…” you groan, bucking your hips eagerly. Smirking, he wraps a finger around the material’s waistband and snaps it teasingly against your skin. With a few more kisses planted to your lips, he gingerly slips his hand in your shorts. Moving with a sloth-like pace, his fingers reach your clothed core and gently rub against your wetness. “Mmh... Spike…” you moan, not needing a request this time.

“What the hell-?!” A booming voice shouts from the doorway leading out into the Bebop’s main corridor. A metal crash and another sharp sound follows immediately.

You and Spike freeze, clinging to each other despite the compromising position. His hand is still halfway down your shorts, his shirt is unbuttoned, and the both of you are sweating buckets. Add rosy cheeks- as well as widened eyes -and it’s no doubt the two of you look like a couple of deers in headlights.

Moving in tandem, you both turn to the doorway. Jet is standing there, just as frozen solid as you’d been a second ago. On the floor is a metal watering can, still emptying out onto the floor and getting the man’s shoes soaked. Next to it is a tiny bonsai, roots and dirt seeping from the now-broken pot.

You sit up, finally finding yourself. Spike removes his hands from you completely, and you do the same. Hastily, you trip over your words in an attempt to explain, “I-I-... Jet... we-we were just, uhh-...”

Jet waves his arms and shakes his head. “No no! I get it!” he roughly exclaims, turning back around. “Seriously! Bring it to a damn bedroom you perverts... other people live here you know!” he shouts the last few words, walking back down the hall he’d originally came through.

“Shit…” you mumble, climbing off Spike.

He sits up, pulling a cigarette box from his pant’s pocket. Watching his hands move, Spike grabs a single cigarette and shoves it between his lips. “I suppose I should’ve mentioned that the kids weren’t actually asleep; meant it as a figure of speech. Sorry about that,” he chuckles, inhaling a huff. Your cheeks flare pink.

“Spike!”

[loonarii]

SPACE.COWBOY (my imagined ITZY comeback)

I’ve made a couple posts about JYP’s shitty management of ITZY, so I decided to do a little thought experiment in what direction I would take ITZY’s discography and aesthetics.

I decided to give them a full album because it’s 2023 and no one should be releasing mini albums this late in their career (this goes for everyone, not just itzy). The album, which I have entitled ‘SPACE.COWBOY’, has 10 tracks, including 1 English pre-release single, 1 Korean title track, two promoted b-sides, and six more b-sides.

For the concept, I decided to draw inspiration from the aesthetics of ‘Cowboy Bebop’ which I referenced in the album name. I really wanted a space aesthetic for ITZY, but I didn’t want it to be just aespa part 2, so I decided a 90s space Faye Valentine aesthetic was the move. Also, ginger Yeji, pink hair Chaeryeong, blonde Yuna, black hair Ryujin and Lia is a must :)

Anyway, into the tracklist!!!

(1) LOG-IN [Fifty Fifty]

When I first heard this song a couple years back, I was struck by how ITZY it sounded. I love it as an album opener, and I think ITZY would body a choreography to it.

(2) YEPPI YEPPI [aespa] (TITLE TRACK)

Same goes for this song, I think it sounds SO ITZY, it’s very evocative of their Dalla Dalla - Icy era, which is exactly the sound I want to hear from them again. This song is so timeless, so fun, and such a perfect ITZY title track.

(3) 3.14159 [Lexie Liu] (English Pre-Release)

I fucking love Lexie Liu, and this song is one of my favourites from her. It’s very whimsical, very psychedelic, and very high energy, which is exactly what ITZY does best. This song has the creativity their last few singles have been lacking. I think Yuna especially would OWN this track.

(4) YALLA [WJSN] (Promoted B-Side)

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT THIS SONG SOONER?! I imagine Chaeryeong being the centre for this song, she has the perfect energy for it. I can definitely see this song going viral on K-Pop TikTok, I love it as a promoted B-Side.

(5) Cast Pearls Before Swine [Purple Kiss]

This is quintessential ITZY. I can see Lia performing this song so clearly, and I think it thematically references their debut self love concept just the right amount. I just really love this song ok, go stream it.

(6) MAGICIAN [Lexie Liu] (Promoted B-Side)

Can you tell I love Lexie Liu yet? This one has a chorus along similar lines to YALLA, and it's so addictive. This is another Yuna type song for me, but I also think Ryujin would be such a stand out on this. I don’t see it being in Mandarin for ITZY, but the hook is mostly onomatopoeia so I don’t think a language change would ruin it at all.

(7) The Great Mermaid [LE SSERAFIM]

I admit, I didn’t see the vision for this song when it first came out, but OH MY GOD do I get it now. I can definitely see this one for ITZY, especially that killer post chorus.

(8) YUCK [Charli XCX]

Charli XCX and ITZY are such a good mix, I couldn’t help giving them one of her most underrated pop anthems. This one has Ryujin written all over it

(9) LUCID [Rina Sawayama] (Promoted B-Side)

Did you really think I wasn’t going to include a Rina song? And this one especially is fucking amazing. Realistically I know the lyrics would be different for a K-Pop release, but just the UK dance-pop vibes alone are so fun. Somi did it with Fast-Forward, and as a Brit it's so funny to see idols release stuff that wouldn’t be out of place on the radio here. Yeji would eat this song up, but IMAGINE THE CHOREOGRAPHY.

(10) LOG-OUT [4s4ki]

Other than the obvious nice parallels with the album intro title, I think this song is such a fun album closer for ITZY. I hate that groups like ITZY consistently release ballads as their album closer, like they have no business singing in a bpm that slow. Obviously I don’t think they would sing in Japanese, but the pure chaos of this track would be such a fun experiment for them. (This one was for u @shyreol)

@a-moth-to-the-light im so interested to see ur thoughts on my made up album, and for ur one if u end up doing it :)

[stargazer-dreamer]

Futile

character: spike spiegel

reader: implied afab

content warnings: forced birth control, forced surgical procedures.

notes: also on ao3. 400 word count. remastered version of sterile

You heard him echo throughout the ship, humming under his breath; a simplistic rhythm escaping past his lips, days, weeks after the fact.

“…They can fix me proper with a bit of luck.”

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He had gotten a vasectomy, years before you met.

That was fine with you. Plenty of people got them, for various reasons; health, or lack of interest. Convenience. At that point in both of your lives, having—and, not to mention, potentially raising—a child wouldn’t be the smartest decision that either of you could make. And besides—ultimately, it was his body, in the end. It was his choice. And that was fine with you.

What got to you, however, was the way he worded it when you had asked him about it.

“Oh, yeah,” he drew out, in that casual, uninvested way he got, sometimes. “I had gotten it done years ago—kind of forgot about it, actually.” He avoided your eyes, in a way that made you think he hadn’t forgotten. Not after a decision like that. “I had to get it done,” he said, with his lips pursed. But the side closest to you curved upwards when he turned away. “I couldn’t—you know.”

You didn’t. And he wouldn’t elaborate.

“I would have gotten it done, anyways,” he shrugged, noncommittal. After a beat, after you sat there and began to process his words—“And then,” he gestured. “My eye.”

You didn’t know why he brought it up—it was fake, you knew. He’s told you. He lost it in an accident, years ago, and had it replaced. It was something that he never really brought up, and you didn’t want to pry, not after what must have been such a traumatic experience; but now, as he left you sitting with more questions, you couldn’t help but wonder: how was a vasectomy and an artificial eye related? You felt like you were missing something.

Something important, perhaps.

He made a noise, one you couldn’t quite decipher. And then—“Protection! It’s all about protection.” He wagged a finger, like he did when he was quoting Jet; but this time, the voice he used wasn’t his impression of the man at all. It sounded different. Distinct. Older. Slower.

Spike shrugged, again, and looked at you. But he evaded your eyes once more, something, somewhere, drawing his gaze. “I would have gotten it done, anyways,” he repeated, quieter, and scratched at his cheek. His third shrug lingered, leaving his lips lowering, his gaze far and off. “You know.”

And you wondered, then, if he would ever look at you again.

[venushasvixens]

I’m back! What’s new? - New fics, platforms and more!

Hi everyone!

Its been a while for sure. In that time, there has been a lot of real life events, moments, and projects I have been working on.

Life is But a Dream - FINISHED

Yes everyone, this fic is done. I will be posting the last chapters on here. I will be including an epilogue sometime in December to finally wrap up this story. Doing this fic for close to 3 years has been a treasure, and I will forever love Spike Spiegel and this fandom.

See you cowboys and cowgirls, someday, somewhere!

NEW FIC! NEW FIC! Vampires, a life story and an old flame?

Our Hearts Condemn Us - A Kylo Ren Vampire AU

You are a writer for a local paper, desperate to find your big break. Given a new assignment with a high paying client, you are whisked into the presence of the mysterious Mr. Ren, a man whose power holds no bounds.

Sessions with him are secretive and tense, with certain questionable habits that only urban legends can come up with. But he's charming, a bit of an asshole and somehow, he’s bringing down your defensive walls. You don’t know about this connection, but it feels right. You never had such handsome eyes that look upon you endearingly...you think.

But there is something about him, that seems so familiar. But you just can't place it…

This is a brand new fic set in an alternate universe, with included Star Wars characters. This fic is also 18+!

[I DO NOT OWN THE STAR WARS FRANCHISE OR CHARACTERS]

What platforms am I on?

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BlueSky : venushasvixens.bksy.social

Wattpad: VenusHasVixens

Ao3: VenusHasVixens

Thank you guys, and thank you for reading!

[spike-and-faye]

[hartxstarr-art]

spike freaks the fuck out.

[thefloatingstone]

Guess what, it's time for more beauty shots because Photo mode has made me an uncontrolled animal.

Omega

Built in the mined-out husk of a metallic asteroid, Omega has been a haven for criminals, terrorists, and malcontents for thousands of years. At times, the station has lain idle and abandoned for centuries, only to be reactivated by a new group of outlaws seeking a fresh start. The space station's original elegant design has given way to haphazard expansion by scrabbling factions of every species. There is no central government or unifying authority on Omega, and nobody can recall a time there ever was one.