#down in the dm remix

[tha-wrecka-stow]

You Can Find The Original Version -> Here

[saint-nevermore]

i love the hell out of the Calamity mod and the music made for it by DM Dokuro are some of the best game tunes ive heard in my entire life but i will never forgive the dev team especc F*bsol for the abuse Dokuro had to deal with. Imagine hiring a highly skilled autistic musician and then fucking them up so bad it almost ruins a passion for them. manifesting a beautiful image in my mind where my wife Calamitas turns Fab to ash

[blkkizzat]

ꨄ︎『Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader』ꨄ︎

Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader

18+ Minors - DNI

Summary: You shouldn't have left your phone out in the open bestie because now Toji just discovered his cute lil gf has a big slutty imagination and that means you're really in for it ❤︎ . CW: daddy/dilf kinks, humiliation, backshots, outdoor sex, toys, voyerism, breeding, overstimulation, lots of mentions of various kinks, light spanking, light spit play, meta concepts WK: 4.2k Black fem reader coded but no descriptors.

A/N: Y’all can blame my forgetting to take my adhd meds and my hangover yesterday for this one. I was laying on my bathroom floor regretting life choices, waiting on McDs Doordash and thinking up outlines for kinktober when this popped into my head. I thought it would be a quick drabble like 1k words to help my writers block with the "Bumpy Ride" Geto fic but lord knows I can't write shit under 3k, who am I foolin? I don’t even have a song inspo for how spontaneous and random this shit was lmfao but I still had to do a graphic for this one regardless (editing those notifications were hell). Edit- I lied the song inspo is: Girls Need Love Remix - Summer Walker ft. Drake.

Enjoy!

Imagine you are dating Toji and he finds out you secretly write Tumblr smut fics on the low. 

He comes over to your apartment one night after one of his ‘jobs’ ran late. He has a key, but is wondering where the hell you are as you usually greet him at the door. Going into your bedroom, he finally hears you in adjoining bathroom shower. 

Toji begins to strip down in order to join you but he barely has his shirt off before he notices your phone blowing up. 

Picking your phone up off the bed he sees 206 notifications from an app called “Tumblr”. 

Toji has no fucking clue what the hell a Tumblr is but his jealously starts to soar. He already made your ass go private on Instagram and deleted your Tiktok dances. He got tired of threatening every loser who tried to slide in your DMs or even leave a comment for that matter. 

Imagine his surprise when he unlocks your phone (of course he had made you give him the password) and instead he finds out his new vanilla-as-fuck girlfriend is actually a kinky cockwhore who loves writing character x reader stories about fictional men plugging any n' every one of her holes. Sometimes it was multiple men simultaneously, with their massive cocks bullying your readers until you had them crying. Not to mention them fucking you absolutely stupid in every scenario imaginable, with a huge daddy kink/love of dilfs to top it all off. 

Y/N clearly has type, Toji thought smugly as he saw some art on your page of these animated dilfs that looked similar to him.

But goddamn, some of this shit even he hasn’t considered doing with you yet. Honestly, he’s been holding himself back for your sake as you had been pretty shy at first. His sweet naive little college girl, yet here you were a filthy closeted slut this entire time. 

Tsk, Y/N been holding out on me, eh?

At this point you were probably a bigger freak than he was, he mused with an arched brow as he scrolled through what you called your ‘masterlist’.

It was nothing but a collection of pure unadulterated filth. 

More than anything though while going through your Tumblr, Toji is rather impressed at how popular you are. He reads your intro post where you deem yourself the ‘Self-proclaimed DILF Smut Queen’ and an evil grin appears on his face.

Toji abandons his plans to join you in the shower and he waits for you on your bed while he links-surfs through more of your so-called fics, drabbles and thirsts.

You made your own little pictures to go along with your dirty stories too? Aw, what a sneaky yet talented little whore he had. 

ꨄ

When you finally exit the shower, wrapped only in a big fluffy white towel and your hair pulled back into a ponytail, you are surprised to see Toji sitting shirtless on your bed. 

Toji had promised to be here hours ago. He never even sent a text saying he would be late and you’ve been bored waiting for him all evening so he could give you some of the attention you've been craving. 

Your body is already warm from the shower and your legs rub together as you are already feeling a bit horny just seeing him bare chested.

Walking toward the bed you are eager to go pounce on his lap. That is, until you see it’s your phone he’s scrolling through again without your permission.

You loudly sigh which made his head snap up to look at you.

You’re so ready to tell him off again and remind him your Insta is still private and you only use TikTok to mindlessly scroll, not post dance videos anymore when gives you a dangerous look.

You stop dead in your tracks.

Your eyes grow wide as saucers as you recognize what he’s actually looking at when waves your phone around tauntingly in his hands. 

No.No.No. Not this. Please god, not this!

But your worst fears are confirmed when he starts reading aloud with a huge shit eating grin. 

“You moaned loudly as you threw your head back and bucked against him hungrily. You knew you had to finish quickly unless you wanted his wife to come home to discover the babysitter on top of her husband, making a mess all over his face. His thick tongue lapped into your drenched folds and he spread your puffy pussy lips wider to suck and nip at your swollen clit….” 

Your mouth was agape in shock. You were a deer in headlights.

A million and one thoughts raced through your mind as Toji continued on. He swiped over to the next one, this time a daddy and breeding kink drabble.

“Or how ‘bout… ‘Take it all like the good little slut you are for daddy, Y/N’. ‘N-No daddy, please I can’t cum anymore!’ You babbled as you succumbed to the overstimulation of him ruthlessly breeding your stretched cunt and filling you as you squirted on his dick for the fifth time that night…” 

You could only continue to stand there and gawk at him. This couldn’t actually be happening to you right now.

“Ya really wrote all this nasty shit, Y/N?” Toji teased while still looking at your phone as he found more of your filthy smut to read aloud to you despite the horrified expression on your face.

You of course had written all that ‘nasty shit’ but most of it was before you started dating him, breaking a long dry spell.

You really weren’t one to run the streets and sleep around but you had some kinky ass fantasies and you not getting any action had you needing to express them somehow.

It’s not like you didn’t eventually plan to open up and share a few of your kinks with Toji down the line. But this was a relatively new relationship and Toji was still a bit intimidating to you. Even though Toji treated you with way more care and concern than he did anyone else you’ve seen him interact with, you still had an insecure fear that he would reject you for a few of your kinks. 

Your last boyfriend had called you a weirdo for wanting to call him daddy in bed, so you resolved then to no longer share that part of you.

Hell, not even your IRL friends knew what you got up to. Only the Tumblr followers and moots, who you all shared peaceful anonymity with, were familiar with you and your writing.

Fuck. You had finally found the perfect DILF daddy too, you didn't want to scare him away. 

You cursed yourself for even opening Tumblr earlier. You did so out of restlessness waiting on his ass to come over. You just were going to read a few fics before you realized you had a story in your drafts you never posted that just needed to be proofread.

Wanting to kill time you decided to edit and post it on a whim, not knowing the mess it would be getting you into now. 

“Earth to, Y/N.” Toji snapped his fingers, interrupting your thoughts.

"Where did my perverted baby’s little mind go off to now, huh? So obsessed with being ruined by imaginary cocks you can’t even respond to your own daddy.”

You could have combusted on the spot as you were sure there was more steam coming off you from embarrassment than from the hot shower you had just taken. 

But wait– wtf, your frazzled mind just connected the fact Toji had referred to himself as your daddy. 

Those words sinking in made your entire body tingle. Your pulse quickened as you chewed your bottom lip and fidgeted with the edge of your towel.

Was he also into this?

The fact was Toji was very into this and you were about to find out just how much he was.

Enjoying your reactions fully, Toji stood up and made his way toward you with a crazed look on his face.

“You’ve written 96 pieces of filth Y/N…”

He inched closer and you instinctively moved back. Every fiber of your body sensing the danger in front of you. You wondered if this is how the targets of his ‘jobs’ felt when he approached them. Toji never lied to you about what he did for work but you never felt like you were his prey, until now.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, have you nothing to say for y’erself, princess?” 

“I-I-I-”, you stumble over your own words. This was all way too much, way too fast, for you to process in order to say anything coherent back to him.

“I-I-I-” Toji mocked your pathetic tone, an evil grin back on his face. 

“Lost your words, Y/N?”

Your body instinctively keeps moving back to keep distance between the two of you as he continues to advance on you.

“But you have so many words to say here, isn’t that right slut?”

Toji toyed with your phone in his hand, spinning it around.

“Slut. That’s what you liked to be called in these stories, eh? The dirty slutty whore with a sloppy cunt just ready to slime all over her daddy’s cock, yeah?”

You gulped as your back hit the glass of your bedroom balcony door with a ‘thud’. You had no more room to run while Toji closes in on you.

He pressed both of his massive hands against the glass as they framed your head, his body hovering over you. You couldn’t help but notice how much bigger than you he was as his frame enveloped you and blocked out the rest of the room. You were trapped.

Too nervous to look him in the eyes, you settled for his chest and Toji’s muscles flexed tantalizingly under your gaze. You lost yourself for a moment as the familiar scent of his heady masculine musk invaded your senses.

Your eyes roamed lower and lower before resting on the bulge beneath his sweats and you softly pant. 

“You’re staring at my dick like you want me to stuff that pretty little throat cunny of yours full. You aren’t making good use of your mouth right now anyway Y/N, might as well see how much of me it can fit.”

You looked away from him completely but that only ignites Toji's flames more.

“Look me in the eyes little girl...” Toji’s hand roughly grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks together as he brought his face closer to yours.

“This shy act won’t cut it anymore, slut.”

His intensity was overwhelming you. Various emotions threaten to bubble to the surface as you squirm in his grasp and your eyes become glossy with tears.

“You didn’t think you finally had a man who would be into this wild ass shit, now did you?”

You wanted to question him further but you felt your gravity shift as the balcony door whipped open behind you. Toji ripped off the towel covering you as you practically tumbled backwards onto the small landing buttass naked.

The crisp fall night air hits your dampened skin giving you goosebumps. You shiver and immediately drop down in a crouch to cover yourself. 

“T-Toji!! Are you insane?!” You gasped at him in a hushed tone, your silence finally broken. 

Promptly, you scan the seemingly deserted neighborhood streets through the railing for any sign of movement or signal that someone else was outside.

To your relief there was no one in sight.

Thankfully this was a relatively quiet neighborhood and no one was ever really out at this time of night. Nevertheless the shock of it all was sending your nerves into overdrive.

“Toji my ass bitch. It’s daddy to you moving forward–,” he roared jerking you up off the ground, “–and we are going to do every single fucking thing your slutty mind has ever fucking written starting NOW.” 

Your eyes darted as around him if you wanted to run back inside but there was no getting past his brutish build as he quickly slammed the door shut, shaking the frame.

Frankly, you didn’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified as you had written some depraved ass shit over the past year in the midst of your cockdrought. Some of it you had never even seriously thought of actually doing IRL. 

“Let’s start right ‘ere, eh? Did you think I wouldn’t notice the description of the place in your little balcony story matched your own?” 

Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as you recalled what you wrote in that particular smut fic.

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“A-AH! N-NOOO TOJI, W-WAIIIIIIIT!” You whined through gritted teeth. 

You tried (and failed) not to release any noises from the unrelenting backshots Toji was currently giving you as he folded you over the balcony railing. The tips of your toes barely rested on the cold floor as your ass bounced back into him and had your clit throbbing when his heavy balls smacked against the sensitive nub.

You had previously only fantasized about Toji being this rough with you, but now that it was actually happening for real you couldn’t think straight. Your lungs burned from sucking in the frosty night air and your cunt pulsed from his thick girth stretching you open. 

Shockwaves ran along your body with every cruel thrust of his hips. The force of it reduced your legs to jelly and you were sure you would have collapsed had he not had you suspended like you were, between him and the railing. 

Toji seemed both unfazed by the cold and your cries for mercy as he shushed you with a harsh spank. He enjoyed the way your fat ass rippled under his heavy hand in the moonlight so much he gave you a few more for good measure.

Your tits violently swayed over the edge as one of your hands grasped the railing for stability and the other held your phone in front of you. Toji was making you dictate your story for him as he reenacted the play by play assault on your cunt.  

The bright screen you held was near blinding to your teary eyes. You mentally cringed as you knew it would act as a shiny beacon to view your activities if anyone walked by the small apartment complex or hell, even stepped out on their balcony. 

“T-Toj- Daddy, w-what ‘bout– neigh-h-b-bor-s?”

You managed to croak out over the sloshing of your cunt and slapping sounds of flesh that echoed into the atmosphere everytime he rammed into you. You couldn’t bear to look around to see if any of your neighbors had started to investigate.

“Pshhh, Fuck your neighbors Y/N! They clearly don’t have a cockcrazed baby to please that writes dirty little stories about imaginary men like I do.”

If you didn’t know better you would think he was actually jealous of the DILFs in your stories too from the way he was sadistically fucking into you. 

His thrusts caused your icy tears to run down your face and sent your tits bouncing into the wind. Your cold and neglected nipples hardened in the chill to the point of delicious pain.

“B-but- it's too c-cold out D-Daddy!”

“Mmn, yet your pussy feels warm enough, Y/N. Too hot even. This is for your benefit, you know–,” Toji stated matter-of-factly while he increases the speed his pounding into you, “–So you remember you have your own Daddy who will fuck you anyway you want, anytime you want…just, fuck, tell Daddy what his slutty baby needs.”

The way his hips are driving into your core knocks the wind out of you. Toji tightens the already brutal grip on your hips which assists him in pressing deeper into your cunt. The movement has you almost slipping. You nearly drop your phone off the balcony when your toes stepped in the growing pool of shared juices flowing down your legs and collecting at your feet.

“Hold that shit tight for daddy baby, got it? You drop it and we gotta start over, yeah? I’ll make you walk downstairs ass naked just like this to get it too,” Toji breathed out huskily. 

You realize you’ve never heard him sound this needy before now.

“What’s next, in y’er lil’ story huh?… Speak up so I can hear it over this messy cunt.” 

There was an edge of desperation for you clear in his tone. Although to your dismay it causes your body to gush around him harder meaning you would have to speak up even louder as your pussy squelches grew more vulgar in volume. 

You nearly shouted out the next part groaning and mixing in incoherent babbles throughout the smut filled paragraph as Toji doesn't slow to help you. If anything Toji picks up speed and grows even harder inside of you as he's encouraged by his baby's filthy words.

“...H-he- lifts your leg, r-resting your knee on the edge of the bal-c-cony. T-T-The angle allows h-him, fuck, deeper access to your c-cunt. Ah-h-h-a clear view of his c-cock badgering your core f’er a-anyone who happens to p-pass belowwww-ohmygod. Y-you seeeeee s-stars as he callously s-slams into your c-cervix, shitshitshit, n-nearly fa-fa-fucking you off the balcony if not for his s-strong hold on youuuu–ah. Y-you violently t-tremble as you c-cum s-screamiiiiing, not fuckdaddyfuckkkk, caring if your n-neighbors could s-see or h-hear you any l-longer.”

“HA! Is that so–” Toji lifts your leg just like you wrote in your fic, “–guess I am gonna to have to keep fucking this tight cunt until you no longer give a fuck about anything else but this dick, eh?”

You hear what sounds like a door slide open near you and you begin to whine about your neighbors again before Toji jerks your head back by your ponytail to whisper in your ear. 

“I wouldn’t worry that nasty, pretty little head of yours about these neighbors babydoll…” 

The new angle allows Toji to bury himself deeper into you just like you told in your story and his tip hits your cervix so hard you think he might actually penetrate. 

“...if I were you Y/N... I would think about how daddy’s needy lil whore is gonna make it through an entire day of classes tomorrow with clamps on your nipples and a remote control vibrator up your cunt.”

He licked the side of your face and spit in your mouth before carelessly pushing your head back. You loudly moaned as his bruising grip returned to your meaty hips as his nonstop aggressive assault on your cunt proceeds.

You feel yourself getting close, your eyes rolled back into your head and drool seeped down the corners of your mouth. You cursed your weakness for this shit as you felt yourself give into the pleasure. You surprise even yourself as you never actually thought this kinda sex could be so fucking good you wouldn’t care about shit else for real. 

“Goddamn mamas, squeezing me so hard–” Toji’s hips snapped into you with every syllable, his voice becoming more animalistic, “–you want me to fill this pussy up? Mmm, I fucking know you do the way she’s milking me. Fuck, might even put a baby in you, give ‘gumi a sibling. We won’t be able to do some of that kinky shit you wrote unless I knock a baby up in this cunt, ya know.”

Of course, Toji being the sexy ass DILF straight out of your dreams would love breeding kinks too.

His ramblings cause you to tighten and clench around him even more. You’ve wanted to beg for him like this since you first started dating. Just thinking of the words spilling out of your mouth nearly pushed you over the edge.

You were so close to release.

“I-Inside me D-Daddy pleasepleaseplease!,” you slobbered out, struggling to make sentences from all the pleasure within you.

“F-fill me– fill me D-Daddy, knock this tight little cunt up, w-want it– want it– w-want it–!!!”

Your voice caught in your throat and you nearly choked once you felt your peak hit. Your pussy sent tremors around his dick as you creamed around him. You can't think of anything else but him inside of you.

You just came but Toji allowed you no rest. He still pummeled inside you as he chased his own high and slurred vulgar curses of praise for his pretty lil’ whore's dirty mind, while planning the next debaucherous smut for you both to reenact.

“Ya think it's too late now f’er prime next day delivery for those toys, baby? Fuck, look that up while y’er still holding that phone.”

You didn’t even realize you still had your phone in your hand but were just thankful you didn’t drop yet. You didn't think it would survive the fall.

Groaning you tried to rally the strength to even lift the phone to face unlock when you locked eyes with someone below. You instantly recognized the person as the elderly woman with the flower garden from down the street.

The old lady had always been very kind to you, making pleasant conversation, offering you fresh flowers for your kitchen and praising you for how reminded her of her own sweet young daughter at your age. 

Unfortunately for you both, she was casually walking her two mini poodles when her eyes were affronted with you practically hanging off the balcony. A blissed out expression plastered across your face while Toji held you, battering your slick pussy full of his thick cock.

The old woman’s eyes widened in terror as if she actually witnessed a crime scene as she panicked, yanking her two dogs away swiftly back in the direction of her home. You knew you would have to take the long way home from now on.

Nevertheless Toji, who was none the wiser and wouldn’t give a single fuck regardless, merely continued planning out your next smut fic enactment.

“Nah fuck it, we’re going to the library tomorrow. See how many pages you can read of that dull ass biology book while y’er warming my cock... Tch, or should we do the one where y’er fucking the coach in the men’s locker room, whacha think baby?”

"Hmmmnmmrgh", you could only moan in reply.

You were already near hyperventilating from your own climax, the shame of now having to avoid your neighbor for life and Toji’s fiery body creating a storm of friction clashing with the freezing temperatures.

But your senses were now wholly overloaded once you felt him reach down to pinch and rub at your clit. 

“Cum again with Daddy baby, shit, can ya do that f’er me?” Toji sounded like he was close and he slapped your clit even harder causing you to scream out.

Cockdrunk and overstimulated you could no longer communicate as your entire body felt like it was an extension of your pussy. The thick fluids flowing out of your body increased the sizable puddle already at your feet. You utterly surrendered to the feeling and your body wrecked with pleasure electrifying you. 

You almost blackout as you feel his cock bust hot seed into your tummy melting your insides and causing you to cum all over again.

"Fuck, that’s it, take it all. Can't wait to see this belly and these tits full mama."

The aftershock of your orgasm feels near endless as Toji continues to fuck thick ropes of his cum into you. 

Losing track of time you weren’t sure how long it was before Toji finally pulled out and took you off the railing. Holding on to you so you can balance and turning you to face him he places you down on your unsteady feet. You immediately bury your head into his chest as his heat envelops your cold skin. Your breathing finally starts to calm in his embrace. 

“So good f’er daddy babygirl,” he murmurs into your hair, savoring your scent.

“Warm bath, yeah?”

“Sure, but you gotta carry me daddy.”

You yawned while Toji’s already lifting you princess style in his strong arms. You were exposed still in the night but at the same time you have never felt safer. 

You curl further into his warmth as he kisses your forehead and finally brings you back inside.

Once inside the bathroom Toji sets you down on the edge of the tub while the water runs and he leaves to grab some fresh towels.

You can’t help but feel euphoric as you smiled to yourself. You are too giddy!

You finally have the DILF daddy you always wanted and could be open about your kinks without any judgment. 

However your mood shifts when Toji returns. You give him an incredulous look as you see your pink waterproof vibrator in his hands. 

Toji turns it on and saunters over to you, his scar twisted into a devilish smirk.

“95 more fuckfics to go ma’, we don’t have time to waste…”

Fucking hell, you had entirely forgotten about the overstimulation in the bath drabble. 

You quiver in both anticipation and distress as you aren’t sure how your completely spent and nearly frozen body is gonna be able to cum four more times tonight. 

Could there ever be too much of a good thing?

You weren't sure what those limits were exactly.

“Ya know, Y/N–," Toji started slyly, interrupting your thought.

”If I hit up Shiu and you asked him nicely with that pretty lil' mouth, I’m positive he would be down for some double daddy Eiffel Tower action.”

However from the feral grin on Toji’s face he appeared determined to test those limits with you.

You could thank your Tumblr smut fics for that. 

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

A/N: I honestly have to say I am a bit impressed with myself as I’ve never finished a story in one day before ever (although it took most of today to proofread and I still think there might be errors soz). Hopefully this is a good sign for powering through those Kinktober fics once classes start up again this Weds. Also If there is any interest possibly a PT 2 after Kinktober featuring a threesome with Shiu at his office.

Edit: errors/grammar fixed as of 9/26.

This one goes out to all of us dilf smut queens who simp Toji ❤︎

Please reblog to have DILF Daddy Toji dick you down, but likes and comments are always appreciated just the same!

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mama, a stray kid behind YOU ★ @seunghyunjigglers

ot8 skz members as brainrot memes!

author's note: we even included links for some of the less chronically online divas out there (generous much?)! a lot of thought and effort went into this and we hope you love and appreciate our firstborn child. tw: dark humor. betas, do not interact!

chan ★ "i'm the leader, i'm the alpha, i'm the one to trust"

unironically watches bad edits of himself and goes "ayeee" to hype himself up about being edited

comments under them on his secret account

his fyp is now most definitely infiltrated by alpha chan edits

let's be real the whole trend was probably what inspired wolfgang to be released

bites his lip bc he thinks it makes him look sexy and he just looks like he's eating his bottom lip

tries to do that thing where guys put their necklace between their lips and take pics to be sexy but the necklace falls down his throat and he starts choking

would deliberately start doing aegyo followed by serving face to show his 'duality' since apparently the fandom love it (poor guy doesn't understand irony still)

LOVES when stays talk about his gyatt and starts using it bc he thinks its just another normal word for ass and seungmin and felix almost throw up laughing at him

minho ★ "queen never cry"

genuinely thought 'lock in' was something to be taken seriously and does NOT take it lightly when chan tells everyone to lock in

his kinky ass also probably thought it was some kind of jail roleplay (jisung had to explain it to him)

has mewing competitions with himself in the mirror

makes 'minho never CRY 💜' the note on his alarm in the morning

thinks it’s funny when he recommends the ki sisters manga (where the meme comes from) to people as his favorite series and the poor author has to actually go on a talk show cause he blew it up with the internet

checks his notifications EVERY day hoping someone will edit him with that baby

accidentally comments “queen NEVER cry” under a sentimental skz edit on the official account and wakes up with several calls from his managers.. let’s just say it didn’t go over well

changbin ★ "gadagadegadagadao" (omega nugget)

he stumbled across this meme on felix's fyp one evening and thought it would make the best vocal warmup for his raps, didn't realise it was a joke and actually uses it before recording tracks

when he discovers its a meme he thinks its hilarious and makes it his whole personality

stops mid convo with people and makes the face and thinks he's so funny (everyone is tired of it)

orders mcdonald's for everyone and takes the time to draw the face on EVERY chicken nugget and couldn't be prouder of himself

genuinely thinks the song is an actual banger and has it saved as a sample for a potential title track

hyunjin ★ "donatella VERSACE"

only types like THIS 💜 and felix and seungmin are the only ones who get it

chan finds out and secretly changes his name in a groupchat with their managers and staff to "hwang HYUNJIN 💜"

he is tired but donatella is not

his gag christmas present for secret santa is boxers with ms versace herself covering his chocolate starfish and he has a wardrobe malfunction while wearing them at a show and EVERYONE sees

is actually really embarrassed when he has to explain what it means to her and she just nods and tries to smile with all her botox

after this she comments it on all her posts and he accepts that he’s never escaping it

jisung ★ "jiafei 'in my head' remix" (floptropica)

this man is always singing his lungs out in every skz code and somewhere along the way he saw an edit of him with jiafei's vocals in the bg

was actually impressed by her vocal skills and tried to hunt down her ig page, ends up on some fake floptropican fanpage but he doesn't know this because he has minimal survival skills

dms some loser message like "wow your voice is sooooo nice haha...i also like to sing lol...so do you like korean boys haha..."

owner of the jiafei fan account is a stay and thinks this is hilarious and catfishes the hell out of him for WEEKS, sends vocal edits and jisung unironically eats them up, he def sends back vms of him doing vocal covers to impress her

felix hears him singing a jiafei remix one day and almost shits himself laughing, jisung gets angry and defensive until felix reveals that jiafei is literally a meme

realises he's been catfished

blocks the account and gets sulky whenever any floptropican edit pops up on his fyp, but still sings the jiafei remixes quietly to himself (some habits are hard to break)

felix ★ "oi oi oi...baka" (freaky larvae)

recreates it and everyone takes it seriously and he has to make a video telling everyone it was not in fact a thirst trap

breaks up serious arguments like "we need to calm down...you're all being a bunch of...heh...bakas..."

searches it up one day to see if there's any other lore and accidentally discovers a yagami yato audio and gets traumatised

seungmin gets fed up by felix constantly repeating it so he comes up with a master plan and during one of their japan concerts says "oh, felix has been practicing his japanese lately...what's that thing you keep saying?"

i feel like he'd perfect that freaky expression and everyone is sick of him and changbin for randomly using them

picks larva on his turn to choose something for movie night and everyone comically (see what i did there) groans and gets up while he’s just there cracking up

seungmin ★ "saddam hussein hiding spot"

this guy saw a 'saddam hussein hiding spot' comment under jeongin's post and fell down the rabbithole (or rather, the entrance covered in bricks and rubble)

thinks its HILARIOUS because it's a historically accurate meme (nerd!)

definitely whispers it every single time he sees someone or something laying down and everyone is so fed up with it, also gets felix to do the voice since he can imitate it perfectly

uses it as an excuse to randomly start lying down during dance practices and when everyone complains he just says "why am i lowkey serving saddama hussein hiding spot?"

he'd take this shi so seriously like he'd be doing the math to figure out how much time to spend on each app each day so he can make his daily screen time average look like saddam hussein JUST to make the reference

jeongin ★ "that feeling when knee surgery is tomorrow"

someone makes a comment about how they tore their acl and have to get knee surgery and he goes "that feeling when knee surgery is tomorrow" and starts laughing

it wasn't very funny to said someone

probably has to make one of those formal instagram apology posts because of it (he sets the music as the bg for the original post but his manager makes him delete it and post again)

fake falls at practice and when everyone crowds around him all worried he says he feels like he might need knee surgery tomorrow and gets kicked out of the room

pays an insane amount of money to get everyone matching knee surgery knee pads for practice and absolutely loses it every time someone actually needs to use it and has no other choice

posts a fake hospital pic with “do NOT get your knee surgery from shein !!” on his secret account

asks for permission to change his pfp to the grinch and considers outing jyp when he gets told no

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Player1: Failure to be early means I use the music bot for weird shit

DM (four minutes late): Understandable

...

Player2: Sorry, I'm discombobulated by this song, how long is it?

Player1: Oh no, it's on loop. This is the third time it's restarted since you joined the call.

Player2: Why do I get the feeling you'd resist CIA torture?

(The song was a eurobeat remix of The Devil Went Down To Georgia, it also sampled from Cotton Eye Joe)

[teigra05]

Stay! Initial predictions put HOP at No. 1 on the BB200! But this is not the time to slow down! The swifites saw this and are talking mass streaming and buying to keep Taylor in the no. 1 spot for another week. That means we need to work even harder to make sure this prediction comes true!

If you have a premium Spotify or Apple Music account, the easiest way to stream is to connect to Stationhead. All you have to do is connect your account and check it periodically to make sure it's still connected and let the DJs do the rest. I wasn't even home most of the day yesterday and I had two accounts connected to Stationhead racking up the streams.

Premium accounts count for more streams on every streaming platform, so if you don't have a premium account, check and see if you can find any premium free trials 😁

If you can't connect to Stationhead or would rather run playlists, look for SKZ CB Guide, SKZ SH Radio, or SKZ Latam Records user profiles on all streaming platforms to find focused playlists to help reduce stream filtering. Also be sure to keep streaming the MV!

If you have the funds, consider buying the digital version of Walkin on Water and all the remixes on all purchasing platforms (Amazon Music, iTunes, Tidal, Deezer). Buy the tracks individually, not the full album! Also be sure to download your purchases so that they count 😊 if you need funds, our Stray Kids USA fanbase is providing funds just shoot them a DM on Twitter 😁

Keep pushing Stay! We can do this if we all work together 💪

[blacknwhitemood]

Back side:

Some details - See You and It's called a heart in red:

This is my 7" DM singles collection, I put front and back side photos by the year of release order. I'm goint go buy three more rare singles tomorrow, I'll show them in another post (you can read full story here). I collect only original DM vinyls, I try to catch cheap pieces with a bit of luck. Some of sellers offer me lots of 12" maxi singles but I have to draw the line somewhere. I have only one, Live In Silence (11,5 minutes long version), I love it, I listened to it 100 times on youtube and it was very cheap because of the paper cover's bad condition. No CDs or DVDs - except... I found at the same sellers two late songs (Wrong; Only When I Lose Myself - see photos below), I sang this two songs endlessly times while I was practicing for karaoke party. And the DVD: I don't trust youtube as much as I trust something that is in my hand. I can watch my favourite videos anytime in the best quality.

7" singles

Just Can't Get Enough / Any Second Now 1981 Made in France

See You / Now, This Is Fun 1982 Made in England

Everything Counts / Work Hard 1983 Made in West Germany

Peoplpe Are People / In Your Memory 1984 Made in France

Master And Servant / (Set Me Free) Remotivate Me 1984 Made in France

It's Called A Heart / Fly On THe Windscreen 1985 Made in West Germany (red vinyl)

Shake The Disease / Flexible 1985 Made in Holland

A Question Of Lust / Christmas Island 1986 Made in Belgium

A Question Of Time (remix) / Black Celebration live 1986 Made in West Germany

Strangelove / Pimpf 1987 Made in Belgium

Never Let Me Down Again / Pleasure Little Treasure 1987 Made in West Germany

Behind The Wheel (remix) / Route 66 1987 Made in West Germany

World In My Eyes / Happiest Girl 1990 Made in France

12" maxi singles

Live In Silence (Longer) / My Secret Garden / Live In Silence (Quieter) 1982 Made In West Germany

CD / DVD

Wrong / Oh Well (maxi CD, 2009) Only When I Lose Myself / Headstar (maxi CD, 1998) The Videos 86>98 (DVD, 2000)

[fedearielsgraphics]

My favorite posters this year for 2024 releases

Megan Thee Stallion, Yuki Chiba - Mamushi Childish Gambino - Little Foot Big Foot Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars - Die With A Smile Manuel Turizo, Yandel - Mamasota Alessia Cara - Dead Man Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us Jennifer Lopez, Latto - Can't Get Enough (remix) Josh Levi - Birthday Dance Cardi B - Enough (Miami) Victoria Monét - Alright

//High res prints are available for the first time within USA and Canada, to avoid store links being taken down they are currently private so just ask for them via DM//

[dark-imagine-robots]

Hey Tumblr peeps, I need help from the creepypasta community

I am trying to find a very specific amv/tribute music vid to Jeff the killer. Since it's 2024 and the video was possibly uploaded to youtube around 2012-2014 or so, it would be nice for someone to confirm if it was copyright struck or if it was deleted. I was a jeff fangirl at the time, but I just want to find it so I know I'm not crazy and lose sleep trying to find it. The video itself may or may not me a mixture of clips of Pinoyjona's Jeff the Killer Fan Trailer and random fan art. But it has a very SPECIFIC part that I remember very clearly. Where it has a clip of said trailer where Jeff stomps down the stairs. No it is not a still image, it was a clip. (The link starts at said clip I am mentioning.

However... the very IMPORTANT part of this clip in the amv/tribute is when jeff stomps downstairs, it is edited in a way to match with the song of the video. The song is Meg & Dia ft. Cascada - Monster Remix (No, not the DotExe remix, nor the nightcore cover, NOR the original of said song. it is that exact song I have linked. AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IT IS NOT SKRILLET) The edited jeff clip would perfectly match up at this specific part of the song to him stomping down the stairs. To help narrow it down, with what I found so far, it would be the only meg & dia monster remix Jeff amv/tribute that would have THAT CLIP from the fan trailer. If you know the video and it's named something so specific that it doesn't actually show up off the bat through youtube look ups like "jeff the killer tribute monster", etc. Please tell me. And if you KNOW the video was either deleted or copyright struck, let me know that as well. Any leads on this video would help a bunch, or if you literally have the video on hand. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, PLEASE DM ME IT!! REBLOGS TO HELP FIND THIS VIDEO EASIER IS ENCOURAGED PLEASEE!! ((If I get any snarky comments by peeps that don't know what I am talking about and don't actually know if it's down or not saying "Oh probs copy right struck, you idiot." I will block you, thanks.))

[kryptonitejelly]

Happy New Year | A Flyboy Drabble Top Gun: Maverick - Jake Seresin x Reader Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader Genre: romance; fluff; best friends to lovers Warnings: general hangman being hangman; sexual tension; general cursing; general use of pet names; fem!reader; pining; general naval / flying inaccuracies. Length: Drabble

Flyboy | Mini-Series Masterlist

Summary: Snippets of five different New Years between you and Jake.

A/N: Happy New Year <3 I haven’t been able to be so active here (if i haven’t replied anything - especially dms - please know it isn’t you - but this is basically how life has been going) but thank you all for the friendship in 2022. May 2023 be better for us all.

One

The first new year you spend with Jake, is at the turn of the first year in which you know him. Your family is still the new family in town, and Grace Seresin, much to Jake’s delight, invites your family over to Grandma Doris’ for the new year.

The vast living room was flooded with celebratory cheer, laughter, happy voices, glasses clinking, the faint rustle of clothes from bodies being pulled close together in embrace, and the faint thump of palms slapping against backs as feet shuffled themselves across the space, each person moving from one to another.

You untangle yourself from your own mother’s embrace, only to find yourself facing Grace Seresin, who pulls you immediately into a hug.

“Happy new year sweetheart,” she tells you, voice warm, just like the hug she has you in.

“Happy new year Mrs Seresin,” you mumble against her shoulder, just in time for her to chide you again, telling you to call her Grace, instead.

“Sorry, Mr-, Grace,” you catch yourself just in time, and her laugh tinkles over your ears, as she gives your arm a squeeze. You peek over her shoulder just in time to find a pair of shining green eyes watching you.

“Well go on then,” she smiles lightly, her head turning back to find her son waiting his turn.

You smile back, and Grace moves on to extend her greetings to your family, leaving you and Jake standing just three steps away from each other.

“Happy new year,” you say first, feeling somewhat shy all of a sudden for a reason you cannot fathom. You see Jake’s smile grow with your words, and the next thing you know he covers the distance between you both, arms crushing you in his embrace.

“Happy new year,” he says, and you can feel the rumble of his words against your body. He lifts you a couple of inches off the ground, almost too easily, and you gasp, your hands go around tight around him instinctively, knees bending, feet kicking up, as he swings you around boisterously for good measure.

“Jake,” you squeal, a giggle falling from your lips and he sets you down. You both pull away from each other, arms slackening from the embrace, matching huge grins on your face as your eyes meet Jake’s greens.

You both miss the look Grace Seresin exchanges with your mother.

Two

“Five,” you yell out with the crowd pushing against your body, you sway slightly, only to feel hands steady you from behind, resting against each side of your hips. You turn your head slightly back to see Jake’s face in the pulsating lights of the club you both are in, his features flushed with as much excitement as yours.

“Four,” you yell again with the crowd, mostly young, college aged students like both yourselves and your friends.

“Three,” the crowd is now vibrating with excitement, and your heart thumps in your chest.

“Two,” you yell, the noise level of the crowd close to reaching its crescendo.

“One,” you all but scream, your back pressing itself into Jake’s chest as the crowd shifts with excitement.

“Happy new year!” The DJ roars, his voice pulsating over the sound system, as the crowd explodes, the club plunging into a strange, upbeat remix of Auld Lang Syne, as the strobe lights in the club flicker matching the crazed excitement of the now screaming crowd. You feel your group of friends surrounding you yell, while jumping about. The pair of hands on your waist spin you around, and you find yourself staring into a pair of familiar, excited green eyes.

“Happy new year,” Jake yells, and all you can do is throw your arms around his neck, adrenaline pulsing through your veins.

“Happy new year Jakey,” you yell, lips beside his ear. Jake’s arms only tighten around your waist, your body flush against his as the crowd jostles the both of you.

Three

It is, one of the stranger new years you and Jake have had together. You are with Dan, and Jake is well, with someone of his own - you wouldn’t call this so much of a relationship, but it wasn’t nothing either. Jake and her had both been in town over Christmas, and had decided to stay through to the first week of the new year.

You had offered Jake and his friend the guest room in your apartment, and they had accepted - because where else did Jake stay when he was in town and you were - but the whole situation, for some reason you couldn’t really place a finger on, frankly, felt slightly bizarre, with you, Jake, Dan, and her under one roof.

Naturally, with Jake being in town, you both had agreed that each of your (and your respective partner’s by association) new years had to be spent together. So here the four of you were, mingling in the crowd of a fancy cocktail bar that some of Dan’s friends had booked out, waiting to ring in the new year.

“What are we all wishing for in the new year?” A friend of Dan asks conversationally around the table which you are all gathered.

“Maybe a ring?” Another one of Dan’s friends supplies, while waggling an eyebrow at both you and Dan.

“Sounds like a good plan,” Dan laughs, winking at you, while pulling you into his side. You oblige him, despite the uncomfortable prickle on the back of your neck from what you just know, is Jake’s gaze on you.

“Hey look, they are starting the countdown,” Jake’s friend squeals, as she points towards the screen, which is now broadcasting a live feed of the countdown from Times Square. All eyes turn towards the screen, as the crowd in the bar quietens, while the volume accompanying the picture feed on screen grows louder.

The ten seconds this particular year, you find, are the most agonising ten seconds of your life. Dan’s arm which is around you, suddenly feels clunky and unnatural, and your neck continues to prickle uncomfortable with Jake behind you, as if his gaze is boring into the back of your skull. You can hear his friend’s voice babbling in excitement, but her words not registering in your brain.

The clock strikes twelves, and cheers erupt in the bar. You hear the muffled sound of fireworks outside going off in a distance, as Dan tugs you in for a kiss. His lips feel a tad too wet today, you don’t know why, and by the time you pull away and turn your head to seek out Jake as you always do each new year, you find him lip locked with his friend.

-

You shut your room door quietly behind you, fingers working to pull up the zipper of your jacket, as you creep quietly towards the kitchen of your apartment. At 930am, it is by no means all too early for a normal day, but for new years day, with most of the city still passed out from the celebrations of the night before, it is.

“Hey,” the voice that greets you as you step into your kitchen doesn’t surprise you, because of course, Jake is already awake, cheeks flushed pink, hair tousled from the wind of his morning run.

��Hi,” you say simply, the both of you locking gazes with each other, “I was going to pick breakfast up for everyone,” you say and Jake nods, not even questioning why you, out of all people, were up so early - as if he knew that you couldn’t sleep, didn’t sleep well the night before.

“I’ll come with,” he says and you nod. You both move quietly in sync, grabbing your coats, slipping your feet into shoes and closing the door behind you. You both don’t speak to each other, moving down the hallway, stepping into the lift and out of the building in silence.

It isn’t until you have both walked for four silent minutes away from your building that Jake speaks first.

“In keeping with tradition,” he begins, only for you to cut hjm off.

“Happy new year Jakey,” you say, both of you stopping in step to look at each other. It earns you a smile, a true Jake smile.

“Happy new year,” he says, as he extends his arms slightly, just almost hesitantly, and you step forward, nearly throwing yourself into the familiar embrace of the friend you had known for so many years now.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Jake laughs, but he squeezes you back, and somehow - just somehow, in that moment, you both feel an invisible tension melt away.

Four

You are at a small gathering with friends at Annie’s, nothing crazy, just good food, good wine, and good conversation. The room is buzzing with the pre countdown excitement that hits in the five to ten minutes before the clock strikes twelve when you feel it, the vibration in your pocket. You pull your phone out, all while still holding your conversation with Annie, but the moment your eyes go to the screen, you feel it, the slight upturn in the corners of your lips.

“The best friend calls,” Annie exclaims with a waggle of her brows and you can only roll your eyes at her. “Go,” she says, waving you off, and you throw her an apologetic grin, before setting your wine glass down, and slinking away towards the guest room Annie had designated as yours for the night. You throw a glance back, to see her move on easily to insert herself into conversation with another group, and you shut the door behind you as you answer the call.

“I was just wondering to myself if you were already passed out for the night,” Jake’s drawl greets you, crackling over the phone line the moment you answer his call.

“No, just contemplating if I should pick up the phone,” you counter back, teasing, and you hear his bark of laughter in response.

“How’s the party?” Jake asks. He had been informed of your plans for the night, a party at a work friend’s house - Annie, even though he hadn’t met her yet; just as you had been informed of his - ringing in the new year at base for the year.

“It’s alright,” you say with a shrug of your shoulders as you let yourself flop back down onto the bed, phone to your ear, gazed fixed on the ceiling above.

“Not having fun because I’m not there?”

“Or having more fun because you aren’t here?” You wonder, only for Jake to snort dismissively over the phone.

“Twice in one night, straight to the heart,” he says in mock hurt, and this time it is your turn to laugh.

“You know I’m kidding Jakey,” your voice is light, your age old nickname for him flowing off your tongue easily. It makes Jake smile on his end of the phone, face splitting into the most joyous it had been in recent times - since the time he last saw you in real life if he were being honest.

“Remember the time we rang in the new year stuck in the car on the highway?” He asks, as both your minds race back to that one year, where a closed road had resulted in you both and a few other friends not making it in time to your designated venue for the night.

“How could I forget,” you say, pulling a face, “the amount of people that decided their horns were the best way to celebrate in that moment is a sound not easily forgotten.”

“It only felt so bad to you because you drank too much,” Jake says, and you feel yourself stick out your bottom lip in protest even though he can’t see you over the phone. Jake had been the only fully sober one that night because he had volunteered to be the designated driver of the night.

“Next time you drink a bit too much I’ll make sure you get to enjoy a similar symphony of horns,” you say indignantly, while rolling yourself onto your front.

Your eyes catch sight of the bedside digital clock, to see the seconds tick slowly towards midnight. You begin a mental countdown in your head, five, four, three, two, one, lips parting to wish Jake who is three hours behind a happy new year, only to have your attempt thwarted.

“Happy new year darlin,” he says, even before you are able to get your words out. You think about protesting, because you were going to wish him first, seeing as how it wasn’t even the new year yet for him, but you flop back onto your back, smile on your features, opting instead for four simple words because something about him managing to wish you first, something about him always being there and in step with you, even for something as silly and simple as this, made your brain fuzzy and heart warm.

“Happy new year Jakey.”

Five

You are both sitting on the couch in, legs tangled together under the throw covering the bottom half of your bodies. Jake’s arm is around you, and you are snuggled up against the side of his body, your eyes both fixed on the television in front of you, ready for the clock to strike midnight.

You had both weighed your options this new year, opting instead - for your first new year as an actual, official couple, to spend it together, at home, just the both of you. It was a choice that some people might have found terribly unexciting, but something which, to the both of you, felt strangely right for the year.

The hands of the clock move, aligning themselves together, and you feel warm, familiar hands cupping your jaw, gently turning your face to Jake.

“Happy new year,” he says, quietly, eyes shining, lips in a smile.

“Happy new year Jakey,” you breathe out right before your lips meet his.

[tha-wrecka-stow]

You Can Find The Remix -> Here

[scorchedthesnake]

May 15, 2012

It’s hard to describe the frenzy we experienced from April to June of 2012. It seemed like shortly after Remixed there was an unceasing parade of events at the McKittrick and it was truly the center of the universe. The show was the talk of the town, and at the time, regulars and fans enjoyed a level of access and proximity to the show that simply doesn’t exist anymore. We were very much a part of the family and no one in that family really knew how to process being at the center of a cultural phenomenon, so we were all along for the ride and there were astonishingly few boundaries. 

Mayfair was coming and the promise of a heathen bacchanal (“Come Let Me Clutch Thee”) had everyone in a tizzy. In the lead up, there was also a steady trickle of promotional events and brand partnerships. Bowmore Spirits was hosting a whisky party at the Hotel, and was offering a chance at free tickets in exchange for retweets. Team Hard RT aggressively participated, and when the drawing came, the tickets went to a dummy account the brand clearly owned. We called them out on it. Then came the DMs saying if any of us could make it to the Hotel in time, the tickets were ours. Alas, they went unclaimed.

In the meantime, I was suddenly under an NDA.

The reason for this was that I had been invited to test the MIT Media Lab extension to the show, and while I was told I would be allowed to write about it on Scorched, they had offered the story as an exclusive to the New York Times, so I had to wait for that to go out before I could say anything (the post eventually went up here, and was sparse on specifics because for all we knew, this was going to end up live in the show someday soon).

I arrived as normal at the Hotel - and proceeded to Manderley, where this little bit that I wrote in a teaser actually happened:  

Amidst the tables and chairs, Calloway stands alone, basked in a spotlight. He appears to be singing to himself softly, slowly turning his hands around, as though weaving his quiet song (in that is-he-touched-in-the-head way that Calloway has). He looks at me and beckons me toward him. I approach, and he bends down to kiss me on the cheek. When he rises, I look up at him, as he towers over me, and I can see that he’s been crying. My face turns sad. I reach up my hand and cradle his face, wiping away a tear with a sweep of my thumb. He exhales, deliberately, and stares back at me with a look of grief and loss. I know that somewhere, something dreadful has happened.

Then I was taken in to meet Felix Barrett and Peter Higgin, who fitted me with the enhanced mask. It had antennae sticking out of it and was extremely heavy and uncomfortable – a discomfort that only grew as the night went on. But they didn’t tell me much else and I was brought up to the fifth floor, where the autopsy room had been closed off from the regular show. Inside, I found Alba Albanese, who introduced me to the story of Grace Naismith’s disappearance - and to a ouija board. The board started to move: “G…. E…. T…. O…. U….T…,” and I heard a scraping at the door. I fled out into the corridor.

Regular attendees had noticed strange things were happening. There were signs posted around the show with Grace’s photo, and there were markers to show points of interest (like signs for quest interaction in an MMO). But the very first thing I noticed was that the padded cell was closed off - and occupied. This has long been my favorite unused room in the hotel so I was thrilled. Inside was Ben Thys. The stewards sighted my tech mask and admitted me to the room.

From the 2nd teaser:

We are standing together in the center of the room. He looks deep into my eyes, smiles, and then… he smells me. He draws his face close to mine and moves, slowly and cautiously, in a circle around my face, sniffing at it, clearly seeking some trademark scent. Then he stops sniffing. He smiles, and pulls me close again. This time he drops his head back and opens his mouth wide, as though to allow me a chance to inspect his teeth. I look and find nothing out of the ordinary. When he finally raises his head again and closes his mouth, his grin has changed into a look of grief. “You.” There is a long, painful silence. “You never came."  It is as though the very life drains out of his face. And with that, he drifts back to where I found him when I entered, slumped in the corner, and buries his face in his hands.

Bewildered, I set out to figure out what was going on. The 4th Floor had various clues - Grace had loved a man named George. I found another previously inaccessible space at the end of the hall to the Rep Bar - the Law Office. Inside was a typewriter (another portal device) that wrote out a message: “SUITCASE” - and there was indeed a suitcase in the room. I took the suitcase and went exploring – I think I may have been under the impression the Porter would help me. I recall making it as far as the lobby when a Steward approached and reclaimed the suitcase, noting to me that I wasn’t supposed to be carrying the props. Oops. Somewhere - and honestly 12 years later I don’t recall where - I found a note detailing Grace’s contract with Hecate, and how she was supposed to make George fall in love with Grace.

From the 3rd teaser: 

When I finally return to him I am sweating and shaking.  I have been running and searching for nearly an hour, with hardly anything to show for it. But I know that he must have the answer, if only somehow I can get it out of him. By now it’s become a ritual, how he greets me. He holds my shoulders and pushes me against each of the walls, laughing, smiling like a young child. Then he smells me and his proximity makes me anxious. He can be gentle one moment and ferocious the next. I hope that maybe this is how he shows me his trust. And then we sit down and I show him what I’ve brought. He looks at the paper then up at me. I point at him intently. “Yes,” he says, “that’s me. I’m George.” My heart skips a beat. Now I feel like I’m getting somewhere. “…I do not know why I’m in here.”

Poor Ben. He told me later he was ad libbing all of it, they hadn’t really anticipated that I’d keep going back to him with pretty much any prop I found trying to get him to explain any of it. I obviously went to Hecate (Careena), who presented me with a vial of salt, but I wasn’t getting it yet. I wandered the 5th floor, hearing voices through my mask in the bathroom hall. I found the closet in the forest maze, and groped for a light switch - in the process, pulling the microphone off the wall. Oops again.

I was feeling fairly exasperated as I’d figured out who was who, but it wasn’t clear if I was supposed to try to find Grace or what. Also, the mask was absolute murder so I went back to Manderley to see Pete and see if he could adjust it. I told him what I’d seen, showed him the vial of salt, and he said, “I don’t know what that’s about, that’s Careena doing her own thing I guess.” It was chaos and I kind of loved every second of it. Matt Downs, my dear friend who I had only really met shortly before all of this, watched all of the mask drama unfolding with keen interest, knowing full well something insane was happening.

I had sort of run out of ideas and the third loop was well underway, so Pete said they’d try to get me up to 4 to see the big showpiece that had been set up to conclude the experience. To do this, it needed to be made plain to Careena to depart from her regular Hecate track. So Calloway was asked to escort me from Manderley up to the Rep Bar. It was a crowded night at the show, and William patiently but urgently pushed me through the crowd, taking me to the front so Careena would see me and understand. Then he took me to Agnes’ apartment and I waited.

Eventually - the show was very near its end at this point - Hecate emerged from the bedroom. I don’t remember any of the text, but this led to the reveal of the salt hands, the evidence of Grace’s fate. This 1:1 is depicted in the photo the New York Times ran with their coverage.

After all of this, we all gathered in the ballroom for a debrief. Only one other test participant had remained. They had brought me, a frequent visitor; this other fellow, who had been once before; and a walk-in who had no idea what the show even was - and that person had bolted almost immediately. Over beers, we had a great conversation for the next hour or so with the graduate students who had been working on the project. I told them how envious I was – they were doing more interesting work with narrative than I ever had in my own literature Ph.D. program. I got to see the ballroom with all the lights up - gross, honestly, and far more colorful a space than I had ever realized. Afterwards, as we walked back up to a nearly empty Manderley, Felix Barrett asked if I could answer something for him. Sure, I said. “Why is your Tumblr avatar a picture of Gabe Forestieri?” Definitely not what I thought he might ask. “Well, have you seen him? He’s gorgeous.”

The teaser posts were the best I could do in the run-up to Mayfair. Questions poured in and utter silence would have added fuel to the fire. The trolls came out and attacked me for teasing a recap (which, truthfully, was a ridiculous thing to do). So it led to the creation of what I think is one of the most absurd examples of fan art in the long run of the show, the Recap Teaser Trailer:

For some backstory on this: we did it in just about 3 hours of effort. I wrote some of the gags at my office on 7th Ave before heading to my apartment to do the video editing. Kevin Cafferty asked his friend Liam to film his daughter eager for a recap. My sister in law sent a clip, Frances Koncan sent her clip. Jordan Morley asked to help and offered the clip in the original goat mask. Matt went to the McKittrick and asked random audience in line to play along. The result is... a real time capsule from a very different era of the fandom.

[withgreatpowercomesmyfuckingdick]

Seph/Zack and number 84 perhaps

HellOOOOO nurse! Down for SephZack ANY day!

Okay so 84 is Homecoming by Lil Uzi which is…eh. But! I counter offer you 85, which is Cheer Up by Portugal, The Man, which I think would go SPECTACULARLY with them. Just reply or dm me to let me know if that’s cool and I’ll put it down for you!

Again, putting the list down for if anyone sees and wants to participate. You can also request songs that have already been chosen, as long as you give a different pairing/character

Thanks for the prompt lovely!

here’s my drabble request list! i don’t mind song repeats as long as it’s a diff pairing/person 🫶🏽

~~Angeal- Headlock by Imogen Heap (25 ~~FINISHED

Zakkura 31 - Lobster by RJ Pasin

Cloud 9 - The Largest by BigXthaPlug

Zack- Gettin’ It by Too $hort (7

~~Genesis- Call it Fate, Call it Karma by The Strokes (13~~FINISHED

~~AGSZC- Son of Nyx by Hozier (3~~FINISHED

~~Tifa- Sound of Violence Demo by Other Lives (1~~FINISHED

~~Tifa- Cosurmyne by Jungle (81~~FINISHED

Cloudgen- Redbone by Childish Gambino (76

Aerti- Burning by Yeah Yeah Yeahs (29

Zakkura 72- Patience by Nas

Cloud 88- April 21st by G Perico & Eric Bellinger

Zakkura- Headlock by Imogen Heap (25

AGSZC- Kiss and Tell by Lebron (63

Glennseph- Skin by Mac Miller (92

Zack & Cloud- Streets (Silhoette Remix) by Doja Cat (50

Strifentine- No Role Modelz by J. Cole (77

[rhysiana]

It's Throwback Fandom Friday in the DMs!

(discussing the latest X Ambassadors song)

rhysiana: They're from Ithaca. Holster must stan

betweenthepies: yes ofc

Rans probably knows and are into them too hundo p

rhysiana: Absolutely

betweenthepies: Hey Child also hurts (and is fic fodder)

rhysiana: So many X Ambassadors songs contain fic titles

betweenthepies: genre: fic titles

rhysiana: It's an important musical niche

betweenthepies: we wouldn't be anywhere without song fics

also back to holster - so many remixes of their stuff exist he's definitely having the time of his life

rhysiana: Since we know Holsom read fic, I propose: it's his signature as a fic writer that all his fics have X Ambassadors titles

betweenthepies: yesssssssssss

boom (all lowercase of course) is either the hardhitter ficlet that blows you away with only 500 words or the 200k+ longfic that has been destroying his fandom for years

rhysiana: We know he's not stressed about his classes, I vote for the longfic. It's what he works on while Rans is melting down about a test he's going to ace.

To get meta with it: Holsom fic told in the form of Holster's author's notes at the beginning of each chapter

betweenthepies: Omg yesss that's genius

rhysiana: It's probably fic for, like, 30 Rock, but I'm simply not willing to watch an entire sitcom to flesh out a fictional man's fictional fic

I do feel like I should at least write this convo up as a Tumblr post, for nostalgia's sake

betweenthepies: for us old hands in the OMGCP fandom

[wintrrliqht]

Fav nicki songssss

omg this my moment:

Feeling Myself

Welcome to the Party (Remix)

Roman's Revenge

Out of My Mind

Chun Li

Only

Right Thru Me

Save Me

Want Some Mo

Good Form

Come on a Cone

Roman Holiday

High School

I Am Your Leader

LLC

Va Va Voom

Poke It Out

Down In the DM Remix

Barbie Dreams

Move Ya Hips

Pound The Alarm

Y.U. MAD

Chun Swae

Coco Chanel

Boys

Boyz

Senile

Woman Like Me

Starships

Super Bass

Your Love

Massive Attack

Roger That

Motorsport

I'm Legit

No Frauds

Bottoms Up

Do you Mind

All Eyes On You

Grand Piano

Big Difference

Beep Beep

Pills N Potions

Hard White

Get on Your Knees

No Flex Zone

Rich Sex

I'm out

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there is more but I cant think rn

[chillwildwave]

ANNOUNCEMENT: Official Songs for “4*TOWN: Unfiltered”

Debut era - 1997 to 2000

Girl, I Love Ur Jeans (including the remix version)

There 4 U, Girl,

Girl, It’s Got 2 Be U,

U and Me

Call My Way

Dancefloor (Step On Down)

Crusin’ (Wit U)

2 Keep U

Aaron Z and Robaire’s duo era - 1999 to 2001

Heaven

I’ll Be

Catch 22

Is It Really Like That

Blame It On The Mo

That Don’t Make It

All For You

Never Wanna Let You Go

Heat

I Saw You

What Happened

Sidelined from the industry- 2001- 2002

Stand By Me (4*Town Cover)

They Don’t Care About Us

Boyz (How We Do)

Nothin’

Breaking Free era- 2002

Nobody Like U

U Know What’s Up

1 True Love

True Crew (snippet)

We Own It

Somethin’ Special

Holding Me Down

And that’s the official song list of the fanficiton: and also, most of the unreleased songs and song titles made by myself will be recorded and written by myself as well since I also have a passion for music! Now tell me, what song are you willing to hear me record it or hear from the soundtrack, let me know in the comments below or DM me and share this with others to keep the hype going!