#i hate will gold. listen to different fucking music.

[give-grian-rights]

you'll look good when you're not an abusive piece of shit who doesnt understand consent. love him using his real name. why the fuck are all the names on the thumbnail? you trying to tell the non mcyt fans of your music "haha nooo im not wilbur soot the abuser!! im will gold the artist!!"

fuck will gold.

Considering how low his understanding of consent is, chances are you're supporting an eventual sex offender.

[justmeinadaze]

Ghost In The Machine (Eddie X You)

A/N: I wrote this a few days ago because I need it more than anything rn.

Title is based off of SZA's song "Ghost In The Machine".

"I give a fuck, I just wanna fuck, eat, sleep, love, happy Can you make me happy? Can you keep me happy?

Can you distract me from all the disaster? Can you touch on me and not call me after? Can you hate on me and mask it with laughter? Can you lead me to the ark? What's the password?

I need humanity You're like humanity"

They do text near the end. Eddie's texts will be in red.

Warnings: Daddy Dom Eddie X Stripper Sub (slight bratty) Fem Reader, SMUT, dirty talk, dry humping, phone smut, slight degrading if you squint, choking), Eddie is kinda mean at first, traumas are alluded to but not expanded on (Child abuse; bad past relationships), light FLUFF with my usual dash of the ANGST.

Word Count: 4060

Being asked to perform at parties like this wasn’t new for you and the other girls. Having the manager of a famous band reach out to your company for some “entertainment” wasn’t odd either. What was odd was that you were told Corroded Coffin had four band members and right now you were looking at three. They seemed content with the girls they had grinding and kissing on their lap so you decided to take a look around the mansion style home you guys had been called to. 

It was extremely beautiful with a bunch of rooms displaying different things. Your fingers grazed the wall at the bottom of the bands framed platinum and gold albums. Turning into what you assumed was a game room, you found a billiards table and a PlayStation with a mini bar in the corner. Around the area, shelfs prominently showed off the band’s awards and accolades with MANY pictures of them in different places. 

As you walked further down the hall, you passed an open-door smelling smoke and hearing light strumming of a guitar. Pausing, you took a couple of steps back to peer into the room, finding that missing fourth member.

He had headphones on over his long, wavy hair as a half-finished cigarette dangled from his lips. His eyes were closed as his fingers ran across the instruments strings as it leaned against his bare chest. His jeaned leg and barefoot tapped to a beat as he listened to his music. 

“Jesus Christ!”, he exclaimed as his eyes shot open feeling a change in the atmosphere. “What the fuck are you doing over here?! You girls are supposed to stay in the goddamn living room.”

“Hey there’s no reason to be rude! Your friends were preoccupied with the other ladies so I thought I’d look around.”

“Uh huh. To steal shit?”

“No! To look. I got bored, ok?!”

“Hm. A hooker who’s bored. That’s something I haven’t heard before.” His tone is dripping with mocking as he rises to his feet. 

“That’s no reason for you to be a fucking asshole!”

“You watch your mouth when you talk to me, little girl. I can make sure you and your ‘company’ never get another job again.”

“Oh, Mr. Tough Rockstar is oh no scary. Fuck you. I’ve handled way worse clients than the number 5 band on the billboard charts.”

The man’s held tilted to the side as he finally drank you in. You were visually different than what he expected when his friends had suggested reaching out to an agency to have some women come over to celebrate with since they were nominated for another Grammy. Eddie didn’t care about that kind of thing; he just wanted to play music. When he heard the car pull up, he immediately disappeared to his room to practice and write some new songs. Not that he wasn’t interested in “entertaining a woman”. This metalhead liked a challenge and he enjoyed even more a strong woman that wouldn’t just cater to his every whim. He didn’t want a woman who would get down on her knees no questions asked. Eddie wanted one who would tell him to fuck off but then after a few consensual activities would be dripping and begging for his cock.

Women were offered to him and his friends constantly. He wanted something he had to earn so that way when she finally submitted, it was all the more sweet.

“What’s your name?”, he asked in a much softer tone.

“Y/N. You?”

“Are you asking to be polite or do you genuinely not know who the guitarist of the band who is number five on the billboard charts?”

“Do you always make things this complicated?”

“Yes.” When he grins at you, you can’t help but smile back.

“Some of the other ladies find catering to a man’s ego really gets them going. I find it’s better to ask them questions, Mr. Munson, especially since most of our clients think we don’t care about them.”

“Do you? Care I mean.”

“Sometimes.”, you shrug. 

“You’re honest. I like that.”

“I don’t really see the point in lying if I’m probably never going to see you again.”

“Do you WANT to see me again?”

This time it was your turn to tilt your head. He said that with a lot of the sass he had been giving you since he saw you but something else was behind his eyes when he spoke, something lonely. Your palm reached out confidently, landing on the bulge in his jeans. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice his size. The part of him that was against your hand wasn’t even all of him and you gulped as you tried to regain your confident composure. 

“Do you want me to help you feel better now, Mr. Munson?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”, the guitarist mused as he stepped forward, placing his own palm against the wall behind you and trapping you against it. “I hate when my questions go unanswered.”

“You-you must be used to disappointment then.”

His nose grazed yours, grinning a big tooth filled smile before his eyes flicked down to your hand on his cock.

“You must be to, Y/N.” Slowly, his fingers trace down your arm and take hold of your wrist as he holds it still. “Be honest. Have you ever felt a dick as big as mine?” 

You licked your lips as his hips began grinding against your palm, trying to push down the moan that wanted to escape. 

 “Ooo someone’s confident.”, you jest. Something in his look changes as the hand on the wall behind you slides down to your throat. In most situations with your other clients this would be a time to panic but he wasn’t gripping you violently. When his fingers firmly pressed into your skin, your brain felt fuzzy as your pussy clenched around nothing. 

“I’d say I’ve earned the right to be confident. Now, Y/N, this your one warning. Answer the questions I ask you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes Mr. Munson. I understand. N-no. I’ve never felt a dick like yours.”

He smirked as he pressed your palm harder against him. “Good girl.” Your let out a sigh when he released his hold on your neck to push some of your hair behind your ear. “You really are beautiful, Y/N. Fuck and your hand feels so good. I can only imagine how the rest of you feels.”

“You don’t have to imagine. You can have me if you want me.”

Eddie’s smirk grows as he bites his bottom lip. “Honestly, sweetheart, I’ve never wanted anything more but…that’s not how I play. I don’t want you to fuck me because you’re paid to.” He leans in till his lips are right by your ear. “I want you to fuck me because you want to…need me to.” You hear his breathing stutter as he moves his hips faster, his grip on your wrist tightening. “Beg me to.”

“Oh fuck…”, you whimpered at his words. His movements become choppy and grunts before you feel dampness on his jeans. 

He leans back placing his forehead on yours as he licks his lips and softly smiles. “See, what would usually happen now is I’d make you cum to. I bet that pussy is just aching to be touched but see…you’re getting to paid to make us feel good…not the other way around.”

You’re honestly too stunned to say anything or fight back with your typical brand of sass. Right now, all you can think of his him and how bad you need something from him; anything. 

“Can…can I kiss you?”

When he nods, you waste no time connecting your lips to his. You immediately taste the nicotine but that undertone of him has you dizzy. All too quickly, it’s over as he pulls away. He doesn’t just move his head but his whole body as he backs towards his bed, yanking off his now stained jeans and boxers.

“How long are you ladies here for?”, he asks nonchalantly as he sits on the bed and picks up his guitar again. 

“Huh? Oh, um, 2 AM I think.”

He glances at his phone before handing it to you. “Time’s almost up. Put your number in there for me.”

Eddie said it like a command and your instinct was to say something snarky but as you looked down at him strumming his instrument without looking at you, you realized there was more to this man than meets the eye. Most men who begged for your number always watched you intently to make sure you actually did it, you assumed. Of course, you gave them a fake number or the number to the agency you worked for but with this man here his head remained lowered. It was almost like he was afraid you wouldn’t…like he really hoped you would and would be hurt if he watched you decline, giving the phone back. 

There was something about Eddie that you wanted to know more about. He wasn’t like everyone else you had been around. For some reason, you felt like you could trust him. 

After inputting your real number, you placed his device back on his nightstand and sat beside him. “We still have 45 minutes. Can I ask what you’re working on?”

His eyes shoot over to you as he cautiously scans your soft smiling face. “We’re working on this new album and Jeff has this song he wrote but I can’t find the right sound. I was just messing around and recording them to see if it sparked something.”

“May I hear what you have so far?”

“Um, yeah, sure.”

He reached over, grabbing an extra set of headphones and placed them over you head. You grinned as different guitar riffs and melodies began to play. 

“This is all you?” Eddie nods. “Wow. Mr. Munson, you are definitely talented.”

When he pauses the recording and you slide the headphones around your neck. “You can call me Eddie if you’d like.”

“Okay, Eddie.” After putting the headphones over your ears again, he pressed play and you both leaned back in his bed. 

He couldn’t help but be a little shocked that you didn’t try to touch him again. Anywhere he or his band went, people tried to touch his body whether it was meet and greets, walking through the street, or even on stage when overzealous fans would jump on and run at them. Any girl that was lucky enough to be in his bed would insist on touching him until she left as if she knew this would be the last time she saw him. That’s another reason he struggled to maintain any kind of relationship. Besides the crazy rockstar life, he never was keen on being constantly touched. 

He got enough of that with his career and when he was growing up when his dad would knock him around. With his last relationship, they fought constantly because there were times he would come home from a long day and just wanted a moment to decompress alone. He knew she meant well but even after nicely asking her to give him a moment she would still try and wrap her arms around him or try and kiss parts of his body.

What he didn’t know yet was that you understood that feeling all too well. Being in your line of work, men seemed to believe you didn’t even have a line they shouldn’t cross, always touching some part of your body until their time was up. When you were just a stripper at the company you worked for, men were the same but at least you had a bouncer to quickly pulled them back. When times got hard and you told your boss you were willing to sign up for the “side hustle”, it was just you and the girls. 

No one had ever gotten too physical like that but after your client came you just wanted them to roll over and crash or just leave you there till the timer was up. Personally, you chose to stay away from relationships knowing most men wouldn’t like your line of business. Men constantly offered to “save you” but you knew it was all talk. They didn’t really care about you. 

When you moved to the city, you promised you were only going to look out for yourself. You took care of you and had for a long time. The last time you relinquished control like that, you got burned and ran all the way to a new state. 

A small hand tapped your knee and you jumped before realizing it was one of the other girls letting you know time was up. 

“Ok, I’ll be right there.” You turn to Eddie and hand him his headphones. “I really like what you have so far. That last one was beautiful.”

“Thank you. Here, um, let me grab my sweatpants and I can walk you out.”

“Oh, Eddie, no. You don’t have to do that. It’s super late and in your gated front yard I don’t think anyone is going to jump us.”, you giggle. 

“Ok…I’m going to put on pants anyway though because I want to hug you if that’s alright.” Without waiting for an answer, he finds a pair on the floor and pulls them up just below his hips. 

“Do arms not work without sweats?”

“They do but I don’t want to be disrespectful by rubbing my dick on you and making you uncomfortable.”

“Didn’t I just…”

“You made that move, sweetheart. You put your hand on me.”, he grins as he places his body in front of yours. “May I hug you?”

When you nod, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest as your own limbs cling to his upper torso. This was a new feeling for you. It had been so long since you felt safe in someone’s arms. His hand petted your hair as he kissed the top of your head. 

“I’ll talk to you later to make sure you’re alright.”

***

You sighed as you entered your front door, putting away your things, and throwing yourself on your bed as you closed your eyes. A sudden ding on your phone made your eyebrows scrunch as you blindly searched for it on your bed. Swiping it open, you noticed it was from an unknown number but as you read the message, a smile slowly formed on your face. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Just checking in to make sure you got home alright.”

“Are you stalking me, Mr. Munson? Lol. I literally just walked in the door.”

Tossing your phone back on the bed, you figure it will most likely take him awhile to respond but as you go to your closet to change you hear that familiar ding.

“Yup. You caught me. I followed you home.”

“Shit. I just realized that’s probably not a joke I should be making in your line of work.”

“I was just thinking about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Lol Eddie! If I thought you were like that I wouldn’t have given you my number : ) “

“I’m alright though. Thank you for checking up on me.”

“Of course. I’ll leave you alone now so you can sleep.”

“I actually wasn’t going to go to sleep just yet.” 

You paused for a moment debating on if you should tell him what you were going to do before bed. You were hoping if you did maybe he would talk to you like he did in his bedroom. Hearing him murmur his words and what he said got you wetter than anything else. You could still feel your slick sticking to your legs after you changed your clothes. Hell, it couldn’t hurt, right?

“I just got back from spending some time with this long haired rockstar with a huge cock who got me all hot and bothered so I was going to relieve some of this pressure here.”

You watched the dots on his end appear and disappear. The longer it took him the more nervous you got. Had you crossed a line?

“Don’t talk like that. Be upfront and honest. Talk to me like a big girl. What were you going to do before bed, Y/N?”

You could almost feel his stern eyes through the screen as you rubbed your thighs together. 

“I was going to touch myself and think of you.”

His name suddenly popped up on your phone and you didn’t hesitate to answer the call. 

“Hey Eddie.”

“Are you still wearing what you had on here?”

“No. I’m naked now.”

“Liar.”

“Eddie, I’m not—”

“Call me back when you’re ready to be a good girl.”

Your jaw dropped as he hung up and you huffed as you called him backed. “How dare you—”

“I don’t play games like that, little girl, and I hate liars. I figured since I got you all riled up and you are no longer on the clock maybe I could help you out. I also thought it would be fucking sexy to hear what you sound like when you cum. But if you want to cop an attitude with me, I can treat you how bratty little girls deserve to be treated. Now…what are you wearing?”

“I’m wearing an oversized t-shirt with my panties from earlier.”

He could hear your pout through the phone and it was making him hard all over again. 

“Good. Good girl. Why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?”

“I don’t know. I just… I always have to be SEXY; you know? God forbid I show any humanity.”

“Not with me, princess. I imagine you look just as sexy now as you did looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes against my bedroom wall."

“Thank you, Mr. Munson.”

“Of course. Now tell me, baby. You said you were going to touch yourself and think of me. What about me?”

“I was thinking about the way your lips tasted when you kissed me…so good.”

“The cigarette taste didn’t bother you?”, he chuckled making you smile as one of your hands roamed up your shirt to touch your breast. 

“No. Not at all.”, you giggle back, biting your bottom lip. 

“That’s good. I’ve had some complaints.” You can hear him smile and your fingers run along your nipple as your exhale heavily. “What are you doing over there, honey?”

“I’m playing with my tits.”

“Mmm. You did have some perfect tits. Well, from what I saw under that tight ass tank top.”

That makes you genuinely laugh and his smile grows at the sound. “What else were you going to think about?”

Your hand slides under the waistband of your panties as your finger slides through your dripping folds. 

“I was going to think about your thick cock against my palm and the way you rubbed against it.”

“Yeah? You’re going to imagine me doing that right now between those gorgeous legs? Grinding my dick against your pretty little pussy.”

“F-fuck, Eddie.” Your eyes rolled back as two of your fingers breached your entrance. “Please…keep talking to me…like that.”

“You like the way I talk to you? Was that something else you were going to think about? Picturing me whispering in your ear like I did when you were here?”

You didn’t know but he was leading you somewhere. There was one thing he wanted, needed to hear you say on your own. As soon as he heard it, he was yours and he would do anything to make you his. 

“Yes, I liked hearing you say the things you said.”

Eddie could hear you touching yourself and your little moans were driving him crazy as he quickly pulled down his pants. 

“Princess, is it ok if I touch myself to?”

“Yeah, baby. Of course. A-are you—mmm—still a bit sensitive?” The sound of him spitting in his hand had you clench tightly as you whimpered. 

“Ah, no, baby girl. But with those sexy fucking whimpers and groans I’m not going to last long.”, he chuckled. “How many fingers are you using?” You barely heard him as you thumb began messaging your clit. “I asked you something, sweetheart. What did I say when you were here?”

“If-if—mmm—you ask…me…something I-I answer.”

“Good girl. Tell me how many fingers you’re using.”

“Fuck…two. Two, Daddy.”

Eddie practically growled with pleasure at the word that he had been praying would fall from your lips. 

“Jesus, yes. Good fucking girl. I want you to use three. You…you have to prepare that pretty pussy for… Daddy’s big cock.”

As soon as you did as he asked, the English language completely escaped your mind. 

“I…your…oh my…” He grunted in your ear reminding you of when he was pressed against you sending you toppling over the edge as you came hard. The sound was almost too much for him as he pictured your cunt spasming around him as you moaned his name just as you had. For the second time that night you made him cum as his spend shot out and hit his stomach. 

“Are you ok?”, you mumbled, drunk off your orgasm.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m alright. Are you?”

“I’ve never called anyone Daddy before.” You had no idea why you were being so honest with him. That wasn’t necessarily something he needed to know but for some reason you thought maybe the knowledge of that would make him feel special. You wanted him to feel good. 

“What made you say it now?”

You scoot your body further into your bed as you curl up into your sheets.

“I feel safe with you. I know that sounds so weird. We barely even know each other but I do…”

You listened to the soothing sound of his breath into the phone as he absorbed what you were saying. 

“I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier. I can be a bit of an asshole sometimes.”

“I can handle the asshole.” You smile when you hear him softly laugh. 

“On Friday, we’re going to be spending some time at the recording studio. Do you want come by and listen to us play?”

“I would love to but I have to work Friday night.”

“How about you come by in the afternoon and then go to work? Are you…um…”

“No, side business Friday. I’ll just be dancing.”

“Ok, cool. Maybe when we’re done, I can meet up with you after.”

“Eddie…I like you a lot but are you sure you want to do this? I strip and I have sex for money. I’m not proud of it but I’m not ashamed of it either. I’m doing what I have to do right now.”

He was silent for a moment as he thought about what you were saying. 

“Y/N, I’m not perfect. I’ve been arrested, gotten into fights with paparazzi, and like I said I can be a bit of an asshole. I like you a lot to but I understand that this is all new. You and I lead interesting lives. I’m not…going to harp on you and I’m not going to, I don’t know, offer to fucking save you or whatever other douchebags say.” You laugh making him smile. “But I would like to take care of you…physically, mentally, emotionally…financially.”

“I don’t know how to give up control like that.”

The way you say that makes him want to scoop you up in his arms and cradle you into his chest. 

“Do you work tomorrow?”

“No, not tomorrow.”

“Can I come over so we can talk? We’re doing this stupid photoshoot thing but I can come over after and bring some food. Of course, only if you’re comfortable. That’s all that really matters to me, baby girl. I want you to be comfortable.”

You don’t know why but you believed him when he said it. What was it about this man that had you breaking all your normal rules?  Not just rules with the business but in your life. You had been on your own for so long that you didn’t need nor want to become involved with someone. However, it would be nice to have someone take care of you for once…

“Okay, Daddy”

[xstarlightxstarbrightx]

Zhongli headcanons

HI HELLO I'M BACK-- i finished my h/c list ages ago but then brainrot took over and i was caught between mini fic writing and schoolwork lmfao. anyway, zhongli's my precious lil mans and i must SCREAM abt him for a moment thank u.

current list: - FLUENT in the art of yapping. could weave a story abt a blade of grass, and y'all know bitches are listening. - i feel like most ppl are kinda intimidated by him. like regular average ppl look at him and are shaken by this sort of regal air he's got around him. - straightforward! he doesn't beat around the bush when he's got a point or needs something. this kinda thing also makes ppl more intimidated of him bc he's just very confident abt it. - WARM HANDS,,, - he gives me the vibes of a fidgeter. like he spins his rings on his thumbs, and will fiddle with the sleeves of his coat. like it's just a habit he picked up, and now he can't help but do it when his mind is wandering. - ON THE TOPIC OF FIDGETING: Guizhong's puzzle box. Zhongli's usually pretty good abt figuring things out when he's confronted w/ something confounding/confusing, but when he can't figure it out or it's a very hard thing to work through, i am CONVINCED that he fiddles with Guizhong's puzzle box. like it's sort of like him trying to solve her final question helps him solve the current Difficult Question he's faced with. absolutely probably fiddled w/ it when he was deciding what to do abt retirement. - this man LOVES antiques and art/music (he likes a lot of things tbh) and he will do anything to talk abt them. like he's probably one of the best antique appraisers, and has stories abt specific antiques he's seen before. as for opera and music and art, he just really appreciates their creativity! also sorry he would absolutely indulge in the art of calligraphy. - he hoards rocks. listen, he hoards them. he loves rocks, and when he finds a Perfect Rock, he just yoinks it (Perfect Rocks are hard to come by yk!!!). - he's usually very sweet and nice, and has a good attitude, but i'm PRETTY sure he's got a bit of pride to him yk. - listen,,, he was in a really long war and lost a lot of ppl he cared abt in the Archon War, and i'm like pretty sure he's got battle anxiety now bc of it. like he would MUCH prefer talking things out, but if push comes to shove he will still fight; he just tends to push himself to the front so that less people get hurt. he just REALLY wants to protect people, which makes him a little self-sacrificial (he's usually fine). he's also fucking PROTECTIVE as FUCK. - Zhongli has gold blood. not red blood, gold; i think this makes him more nervous around red blood bc it means to him that someone is hurt and he wasn't able to protect them. it's equated with Really Bad Things. - back to sad things, i'm 90% sure he's afraid of forgetting things due to erosion. he's always had a good memory, so the idea that he might one day have his memories eroded is one of his greatest fears. - i feel like all of his worries and concerns have turned him from a stern War God to a very gentle mans that will make u soup when ur sick. - Zhongli and Venti are the best of friends and he would deck that guy so hard if someone asked him to. Literally besties for the resties, they hate each other but someone fucks with one of em, the other's got his back. - Zhongli talks pretty, so ya know he's got That Sass that hits different. Like it's out of left field, and it probably doesn't register as a slight at first. sometimes it takes u a good hour before u realize he wasn't complimenting u and instead was calling u an idiot. - the definition of "curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back". literally exudes pure curiosity when he sees something he hasn't seen before. - he adores little gifts,,, like these small gestures would Never Be Noticed by anyone, except him, and he just thinks it's so fuckin sweet. - secretly a prankster. you Would Not Expect It from him, but that's what makes it so perfect. he's the PATIENT type of prankster, too; the one who moves the flower vase a cenimeter to the left every day over the course of a month type of patient.

HERE'S THE LIST, LOVE THIS MAN SO FUCKIN MUCH YALL plEASE,,, he's my pretty mans and i just foam at the mouth over him i s w e a r.

Up next is Neuvi, bc i love him, and then i'll be delving into the Very Specific Niche Ship i obsess over which is them as a poly.

[dcyllom]

misc. tag game

thank you for tagging me @blood-mocha-latte :)

a band you don’t like that many others do:

definitely Ocean Alley (i don't like their music and their most recent scandal was...interesting. also a guy i used to like but who ended up being a racist LOVED them so i have viscerally negative reactions whenever their stuff plays)

a childhood memory that you remember vividly:

i have a terrible memory, but the thing i remember best is taking our dog around the garden so he could get used to it when we first moved in, and he dug up 23 bones which the previous owners dog had buried around the place.

least favorite animal and why:

CRABS, I FUCKING HATE THEM

hot fandom take:

none, i just see bob stuff and i generally like it. although i do dislike the (not very common) infantilization of the actors or the version of the real life men they're portraying. it's just not something i personally agree with but it's not that big a deal

do you were any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece:

i love rings and necklaces, but my favourite piece is my great-great grandmother's engagement ring which i inherited through my great grandmother. its gold and engraved with cool designs and a ruby and some diamonds.

a movie others liked but you didn’t:

the greatest showman. i detest that movie so much and im possibly a little dramatic about it.

three things you love about yourself:

i like my taste in wine

i really like my hair right now (just got it cut)

i like that i have such an active and extensive imagination

a place you hope to visit in the future and why:

ireland :) my family has a lot of connections to it

an actor that gets on your nerves and why:

jared leto <3

things you’re excited for in the nearby future?:

joining the tramping club at my uni this year (in nz we use the word tramping for hiking im not that strange i promise)

least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in:

legolas/gimli, i just think their story is cooler if its them working through several millennia of racial hate and enmity to become best friends to the point where they want to spend the rest of their lives together. the romance angle just overshadows that for me with them.

what’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in?:

okay this is quite niche but its funny to me, the girlfailure community on instagram. like those people who make semi-ironic accounts posting about unhinged esoteric books or ideas, astrology, societal/cultural expectations, and religious interpretation of thoughts. its a load of bullshit but its so fucking funny to read and its mostly sarcastic (i think) so i don't feel bad for enjoying it.

list three things you find beautiful about life:

my mother, especially learning more about her and how she interprets life. i've realised recently that we're extremely similar despite having wildly different upbringings. she's also the best person i know.

new zealand :). nz is very isolated with a diverse range of biomes, there is such a large amount of untouched land that you could drive from the southern alps through farmland and native bush to the coast in about 3 hours.

cooking while listening to music!! i love it.

any dreams for the future?

completing my law and arts degrees and going on to do a masters in the uk somewhere.

how are you really feeling today?

extremely tired lol, i've got a doctors appointment tomorrow because it's been going on for several weeks.

tagging (no pressure):

anyone who wants to do it! i forgot i had this tab open so i think everyone's done it. if not, feel free to say i tagged you or something :).

[geddy-leesbian]

draft of the chapter where Luis wins his first award because it's cute and I'm impatient

Best Rock Vocal Male Performance – 1981

“When I started this album, I was so close to just giving up on music entirely. I'm only standing here because of one person.”

Leon is now the boyfriend of a Grammy winner. What the fuck.

Two sentences into Luis's award speech, and Leon is running off to the bathroom because he knows he will cry his makeup off if he listens to Leon gush and praise him up there.

Leon comes out of the bathroom to see a panicking Luis, who immediately rushes to him.

“You're okay? You need to go home now?”

“No, no. Just the shit you were saying. I knew I wouldn't have been able to listen without crying.”

“Well, can I show you off at the after party without you crying? I know lots of people want to see my muse after the speech… But your needs are much more important. If you need to go home, that's okay.”

“Think I can handle that.”

“Just remember you can always change your mind. You feel like you're going to start crying, or feel too tired, or for any other reason you want to leave, squeeze my hand and I'll say I need to go early because you're not feeling well. I'll make some unfunny joke about takeout and food poisoning, everyone will laugh anyway because I'm famous, and then we'll leave.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Leon doesn't talk much, just hangs on Luis's arm. He can do social functions like this with the assistance of alcohol. If he wasn't sober he'd be talking more, jumping in while Luis talks about their relationship to crack jokes and tease him a bit. But without the social lubricant, he just smiles and looks pretty while Luis does all the talking. Smiling and looking pretty is his job here. Luis has a literal trophy, a pretty gold-plated gramophone, in his hand, but Leon is the real trophy he wants to show off.

Leon doesn't mind not talking. He doesn't feel awkward or out of place at all. He doesn't mind that his feet are starting to kill him. Of course Luis is the focus, but occasionally Leon catches some eyes too. Particularly the eyes of the musicians who had asked Leon out in the past. Every time Luis notices, he untangles their arms so he can wrap his arm around Leon's waist, then kisses the top of his head for good measure. Just to make it even more abundantly clear that Leon is his.

The possessiveness should piss him off. He should hate that he's being shown off like a prized possession. He had an ex boyfriend who was the jealous type and loved doing shit like this, and it always annoyed the hell out of him. But it's different with Luis. He likes it. All of it.

Luis is also more in tune with Leon's needs than he was during their last outing. He makes a conscious effort to slow down his pace enough that Leon can keep up without having to catch his breath. Occasionally he starts walking a little too fast like before, but now he always catches himself and slows back down even before Leon can say anything.

Luis smoothly deals with the peer pressure to drink too. There's so much alcohol, so there's constantly people noticing Leon isn't drinking, and shoving glasses of champagne into his hand. Luis handles it. To most people, he says that Leon prefers beer, and all the champagne and wine is just too fancy for him. He lets the people who are too tipsy to listen to reason hand him the drinks, and then takes it from Leon and drinks it himself when they walk away. 

“There's the dance floor…” Luis states playfully. “Dance with me, Prince Charming?”

“Sure, princess,” Leon rolls his eyes, but smiles. “But just junior high slow dance swaying type of shit. Nothing fancy. Don't try to twirl or dip me or anything like that.”

“Deal!”

Luis slips his suit jacket off, and finds someone to hold it and his trophy while they dance. Luis takes one of Leon's hands and sets his other on his waist. Leon puts his free hand on Leon's chest. All Luis had under the jacket was a mesh tank top, so Leon is almost touching bare skin when he puts his hand on his chest. While Leon wouldn't say he knows how to dance, he can do the basic swaying without embarrassing himself.

Leon notices a photographer prowling the dance floor, and gets excited. They don't have many romantic pictures.

“Hey, Luis?”

“Done? It's okay, thank you for dancing at all.”

“No, not done! Just changed my mind. You should dip me or something.”

“Seriously..?”

“Yes.”

“Why the sudden change in heart? You were very adamant that I not do that,” Luis's eyes wander, and then he gets a knowing smile. “You want to show off for the camera! You're not just tolerating all this, you like it!”

“Just shut up and do something dramatic.”

“I will. But not until you admit why you want me to.”

“God. You're annoying,” Leon rolls his eyes. “But fine. I love all of this. I love that you keep making it clear that I'm yours. Makes me feel special. Want you to do something that'll get the whole dance floor looking at us, and a picture to remember it.”

“Wow. I just thought you liked the attention, didn't realize you were that into the possessive stuff too. You are mine. You are special,” Luis's smile is almost blinding. “As soon as the photographer is looking our direction, I'll dip kiss you, give him a really good picture, okay?”

“Do I need to do anything?”

“Just hold on and trust me to not drop you.”

Luis wraps his arms around Leon's waist, and then waits. When he sees they caught the photographer's eye, he leans forward and dips Leon. Leon clings to his neck desperately. It's scarier than he anticipated, giving up all control and relying on Luis to support all of his weight. But he doesn't regret anything. He trusts Luis. He knows Luis wouldn't have indulged the request if he wasn't 100% certain that he wouldn't drop him. The clapping and whistling from others on the dance floor and Luis's mouth on his (he's kissing with tongue, which is definitely unnecessary for the the picture) also make it easier to ignore the fear.

Luis holds him like that for a few seconds, waiting for the camera flash before pulling Leon back up. Leon rests his head on Luis's shoulder to hide his face. He's a blushing, giggling mess. He hasn't had a drop of alcohol, but he feels wasted. Drunk on Luis and the attention. Luis keeps his arms around his waist and they sway like that for a couple more songs.

Then Luis goes to take his trophy and suit jacket back, and then he's dragging Leon off god knows where. Down a maze of back hallways. He's half convinced Luis wants to find somewhere for a quickie, and, well, he certainly won't object to that.

“Thank you for the dance. We take a break now,” Luis whispers, after finally finding a secluded bench to park Leon. “You and babies are still holding up okay?”

So this isn't a sex thing. Luis is just concerned. Which warms his heart a little bit, but he still manages to roll his eyes. “Darling, I'm fine. Don't even need to sit down yet.”

“You're still going to take a break now! An ounce of prevention, a pound of cure. Better to rest before you feel like you need to,” Luis insists. He kisses his forehead and gently pats his belly. “I'll be right back.”

Leon fidgets with the trophy while he waits for Luis to come back, running his fingers over the engraving. Then he looks around, making sure there still isn't anyone around.

“Hey. Your other dad just won a Grammy. It's a big deal,” While Luis was already pretty obsessed with talking to the babies, Leon felt awkward. It was hard for him to wrap his mind around the fact that it wouldn't be him talking to his own stomach like a crazy person, it's talking to his babies. But at the most recent appointment he was told they'd be able to hear soon, so he's trying to bury the awkward feelings and make an effort. He smiles when he gets a response. Not quite a kick yet, but a little flutter of movement. “But he's way more excited about you than any award. Bet he'll lose his shit when you get big enough that he can feel you moving too. You're really lucky, he's gonna be such a good dad to you.”

“Leon! Swearing while talking to my babies!” Luis scolds, with over dramatic faux outrage. Leon jumps, startled because he didn't realize Luis was already back. “Sorry I snuck up on you. But I brought you food!”

He sets a couple plates down on the bench. One piled with fruit, cheese and crackers on the other. His stomach is definitely the way to his heart, and Luis knows it.

“I gave up my movie star abs, alcohol, and my motorcycle,” Leon happily devours the plate of cheese and crackers in between words. Luis eats some of the fruit. “I am not giving up my favorite words too. Their first words being 'fuck' and 'shit' is a price I'm willing to pay.”

[ragsy]

Heeheehoohoo what if I said you should do the whole thing for dogmark now

scoundrel. SCOUNDREL.

are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

Muted, grayish blues; midtone grays; blood red.

what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

He never really grew a music taste of his very own, most of his music listening is either a) the radio (so… whatever the hell anyone broadcasts on the radio anymore) or b) the music of whoever he's spending time with. He's more partial to a rock sound palette than anything else, but if someone decides to put on folk or pop or nightcore he's not going to complain

weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

Teeth and claws. He hates that he has to use them, but they have saved his life on multiple occasions. Also, recently, he's been coming around to enjoying using them.

The rest under the cut 👇

how crafty/resourceful are they?

More than fairly! He has a solid foundation of camping/survival skills, and he liked to tinker a lot when he had the means to do so. Nothing super ambitious, but he can fix a leaky faucet or replace a headlight bulb for you.

how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

Outdoorsy and practical. Layers. Cotton tees, flannel shirts, denim jacket, jeans or canvas cargo pants, beanies. Almost all of his clothes are thrifted and/or a little threadbare, but he doesn't have a lot of money and he has even less space to store more than what he needs, so it is what it is.

He's mostly given up on owning a decent pair of shoes because whatever he buys, no matter how well they fit him, will just fall right off when he shifts into dog mode, and then he either has to carry them until he puts on human mode again, or he has to just leave them.

how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

Short and a little messy, but he rotates between that and way overgrown on a roughly one-year cycle. He doesn't take very good care of it when it's long, so it gets full of tangles and snarls that mean it just needs to be cut short again and start over.

favorite animal? why?

before his curse, he was really fond of dogs, but now, in his dogman world, he hates admitting that fact. "God, yeah, what the fuck am I supposed to say? I'm a dog person? Fuck. Christ. Yeah. I fucking am. Goddammit."

do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

Mark is technically a nickname since his full name is Marcus, but a lot of people just call him Dogmark. Or Dogboy. Or Paw Patrol. He prefers to be called Mark. (but if you want to see him audibly gag, call him Mr. Heckin' Pupper out loud)

favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

His curse changed his taste palette significantly; the only things he can really stomach anymore are meat and bones. Doesn't have to be raw, he can do cooked! And it's not like he can't eat anything else, it just makes him feel like garbage afterwards. And it's not like he ate a lot of vegetables before his curse, but like, it's the principle of the matter, you know? Anyway, he's broke as hell and roadkill is free as long as no one sees him dragging it away, so,

if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

Never been a jewelry wearer! He was raised in a household that really valued traditional white masculinity, and even once he'd left that environment, he was never really interested in wearing anything shiny. gold would look good on him though.

what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

he's way more like me that i am comfortable admitting, lmao. he's kinda like. if i had no introspective skills, no support network, and was just generally way more anxious/depressed. i don't think we would get along; we would get frustrated with each other VERY quickly

how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

i have had him as a character for an OBSCENELY long time, lmao. my earliest drawing of him (or at least. recognizably as him) dates back to 2009, but i was roleplaying him through at least 2008, or maybe even 2007.

i've always pictured him as having a mid-to-late December birthday, but beyond that, i dunno. not sure on the year either, he's kinda perpetually in his late 20s/early 30s, no matter what iteration i'm on with him. he's neutral on birthdays; there's never anything in particular that he wants to do for his birthday, but if someone wants to treat him, he won't say no.

what languages do they speak? how fluently?

fluent in english and can understand dog body language, but as he's only half dog, he can't perform the dog body language very well (two legs, no tail, extremely self conscious). they can't undersand his fucking accent

are they any good with numbers?

terrible with them. absolutely dogshit. might be dyscalculic.

how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

medium sized, i'd say. he grew up with his mom, dad, and older brother. he had a couple aunts and uncles on each side, with a medium handful of cousins that he sorta knew, and a further extended family that he maybe met once or twice at the odd family reunion, wedding, or funeral. "right now" is kinda vague canon-wise, but in the motw verse i'm using him in at the moment, he lives alone in a busted up camper fairly close to the taxidermy shop where he works. he's never too far from friends there, though.

do they have any pets? what do they call their pets?

he has no formal pets right now, but there's a stray cat that wanders by the camper every once in awhile who he'll feed meat scraps to. he's given it a name, but it's a dorky anime reference that if anyone found out he would die on the spot.

how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

he went camping a lot! he grew up in the suburbs, but he really really really loved being outdoors. all well and good, until one of his uncles decided what he REALLY needed was to go hunting. let's hand this scrawny, anxious twelve year old a rifle, he said. that can only go well, he said--

their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

lying and stealing? they happen. sucks that they have to, but they do. killing? he will avoid that question like his life depends on it.

are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

he's nearly always a single straw away from total emotional overwhelm, and sometimes anger is what comes out. shivering, seething, tooth-baring anger that can easily erupt into rage if left unchecked. it's one of the things he hates the most about himself.

if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

he's actually a pretty sharp driver; one of those people that just inexplicably have really good awareness of exactly where the edges of the car are at all times. you should see him parallel park sometime.

he used to own a car before he lost everything to his ex; he doesn't miss that car very much though, it was a piece of a shit. a desert mica 1999 honda civic with a broken tape deck and a door handle that fell off every time he locked it. the inside was usually strewn with junk mail and receipts, but otherwise pretty clean.

their favorite place to be?

ideally? surrounded by friends, being held by a lover. right now? by a campfire, listening to the crickets.

do they sleep well at night?

absolutely not. he's a light sleeper, and he's often kept up with racing thoughts and bad dreams. pre-curse, he was absolutely that roommate who you would find at 2am sitting in the dark eating a bowl of cereal to calm his nerves.

how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

his voice is actually somewhat soft and flat, but he stops and starts a LOT and uses a TON of filler words. he's never quite sure of or confident in what he's saying.

i think he would have a very pretty singing voice if he trained it a little bit, but he is WAY too scared of being seen singing. though, he's been known to hum softly to himself when working with his hands.

do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)

he took piano lessons when he was younger, which he mostly regrets giving up on. beyond that, he's never really been a creative type! he's more drawn towards practical skills like fixing things and surviving.

how good/bad is their hearing? what about their eyesight?

his hearing is GREAT now that he has dog ears, and it drives him fucking nuts. all these higher frequencies he used to be blissfully unaware of that now he has to hear all the fucking time from every piece of human-made equipment ever. his eyesight is okay; it kinda sucks in human mode, but he's been a glasses wearer for most of his life. it's good enough in dog mode that he doesn't need the glasses, but dog mode gives him the gift of dog levels of colorblindness instead. sort of a decent trade off.

how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

he moves like a deer that's being stalked by predators. sure-footed and tense, ready to sprint away and crash face first into a fence post at a moment's notice.

if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch?

a youth spent pretending to enjoy the baseball and hockey games his dad dragged him to has left him completely unable to even consider sports as an enjoyable pastime for literally anyone. sometimes, though, he fantasizes about beating an olympic sprinter in a foot race when he runs on all fours in dog mode.

how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

he's not really sure how to show that he cares about someone. the best he can do is show that he trusts them, which is letting himself be vulnerable around them. if he falls asleep on your couch, you know he really really likes you. if he dislikes someone, he'll pretty just flat block them out. blunt, one-word responses, no engagement, as little acknowledgement as he can manage. this can be bypassed if he doesn't like them AND he's scared of them though, because his fawn response will kick in instead.

are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

earth. a footprint in the mud, a rocky overlook, campfire embers smothered with dirt.

do they smell like anything notable?

pine needles, wood smoke, bug spray, sweat, and a distinct undertone of wet dog.

do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

he hates receiving physical gifts, he does NOT know what to do or how to respond. if someone wants to give him something, the best way to go about doing it is either leaving it at his doorstep and hiding in the bushes OR handing it to him, saying "here, thought you might find this useful" and then walking away without another word.

his ideal gift would be something he currently needs or uses, but like. a nicer version of it. a jacket without holes, a multitool, a sturdier backpack. giving gifts is a little harder-- he gets stressed out about whether or not the person receiving it will even like it after he put so much time/effort/money into acquiring it. he'd much rather just do them a favor.

do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

he's generally very fidgety, always readjusting his posture or wringing his hands or rubbing his arms. most of his shirts have a hole on the sleeve in the exact same spot where he picks at the fabric with his nails.

if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

Kenny: "You know, I don't really know! He seems like a fairly private person, I hate to pry. I caught him laughing at one of my jokes once and when he noticed, he blushed so hard I thought he was asphyxiating!"

Sloane: "He's kind of a dumbass. Don't ever let him fire a gun."

how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

"God. Fuck, I don't know, can you-… um. Can you ask someone else?"

do they ever return home?

no, but he doesn't particularly want to. maybe his brother would understand what's going on with him, but his parents would only ask the wrong questions.

[rel124c41]

2, 4, 5, 11, and 33 please! Hope that isn’t too much, very curious about your answers though!! Happy early birthday btw :D

ah thank you very much for the birthday wishes (≧∀≦) getting a drum set tomorrow and i’m so hyped bout it

& the amount of questions was perfecto!! i left my answers below the cut!!

(ask game)

2: How do you come up with your plot ideas?

8/10 times, my plot ideas come from my fabulous, otherworldly, superior music taste ᕦ(ò_óˇ)!!

nah but to be serious, music and creating AMVs in my head works brilliantly for creating plots. i listen to music A LOT. i do not always construct a story based on a song but my ideas flow easier when there is a melody in the air. snippet of scenes come and go, and i scribble them down; music powers the whole process of my writing.

additionally, i think coming up with plot ideas/to strength that part of your brain to be creative and original, one should always read MORE. to lazily siphon off a Stephen King quote i can’t find: “a great writer knows to read” and then there is the 1/10, where an idea hits me, completely uninspired from anything. 

but really, when coming up with plots remember this saying: no one can reinvent the wheel!

4: How do you channel characters’ voices and personalities?

studying the source material is always my go-to for channeling a character. 

have not played twst in 2 yrs 💀 (bc i was on an expedition for different video games and discovered i hated rhythm games) but i always use @/yuurei20 like a study guide for the characters. and i read the translations for each event (birthdays or otherwise) to see how the characters act at different situations

and if a character has done something out-character in canon, i analyze the shit out of that. it’s really important to me when writing already canon characters to think of this one question: what’s their drive/goal (in everyday & in specific situations & in long-term)?

5: What techniques do you use to create believable dialogue?

one of my biggest insecurities in specifically the “fanfiction” writing realm is my dialogue so this question is crazzzy to me. believable dialogue?? hasn’t happened!

i still don’t think i’ve done it successfully even once, so techniques? god i really don’t have any. here’s me talking out my ass tho: 

certain characters have certain mannerisms in how they talk: those i can pick up upon bc some characters it’s black and white how they go about talking — floyd ain’t gonna sound all sophisticated u know. however, knowing how to structure what they are conveying, ah that is much harder for me. 

sorry for this dead-end answer 💀

11: Are there any tropes you particularly enjoy writing?

rubbing my hands together and grinning like the fucking grinch at this,, let’s fucking goooooo! 

1: unreliable narrator my pookie bear <3!!!! a mixture of being a fan of memento (2001) and a haunting of hill house (the BOOK, not the awful movie or show), unreliable narrators are my favorite trope!! whether this narrator is high off a substance, is as clueless as the audience about their situation, OR even so egotistical that their worldview is skewed, I EAT THAT SHIT UP EVERY TIME WITHOUT FAIL! 

2: karmic retribution,, listen i love seeing someone get their just deserts (￣个￣) there is something so gutturally satisfying about karma

ALSO, i love the indomitable human spirit trope!!! 

maybe one day i’ll chat about my more shojo/booktok tropes i enjoy like “just one bed” and “colleagues to lovers” bc hey i know what sells.

33: How do you incorporate world-building elements into your fics?

Disney is such a huge realm to play around it. from the original Grimm fairytales (my beloveds mwah (*≧∀≦*) !!!!) to the movies Disney has made, world-building elements for twst is like a gold mine. it’s perhaps the biggest playing field i’ve ever seen from a fandom. 

how i go about incorporating it? well i always go look for faucets of the world everyone else is overlooking: when writing Schism, the ghost camera was untapped potential i had to jump on. i’m working on another oneshot that incorporates Disney’s 1963 The Sword in Stone; there is SO much real estate, you just got to dig around for it a bit.

ACTUALLY,, i have more to say

also about world-building in writing in general, let me siphon off Stephen King again: ok imagine a table covered by a table cloth.

really, imagine a table. secondly, imagine a table cloth.

ok, everyone who reads that imagines something completely different. someone might have imagined a circular table or a rectangular, the table cloth could have reached the ground or could have hovered a inch off the surface, the table cloth, there could’ve been lace on it or it could’ve been this striking red or dull blue.

when world-building, as the writer, you decide what elements you want to bring into the story; the rest? you give that creative liberty and trust to your audience.

[tanoraqui]

[BuzzFeed]’s Top 5 Maglor Fëanorion Songs and, as always, heroes and villains of river city?

Heroes and Villains...: [sobs] I'll get back to it some day, I swear!!

Honor Guard: Origins — Iron Thorn

The office of Caldane Caineron, President and CEO of Caineron Inustries, was about what Brier might’ve expected, if she’d bothered to spend time imagining it. The desk was edged in gilt, awards and news clippings from Caineron’s superhero days decorated the walls, and an indiscreet gold bust graced one corner.

(this one would then be Caineron offering Brier a job, while unwantedly and unwarrentedly hitting on her, and Brier being like, "Fascinating how you wouldn't shell out worker's comp for my lab accident and you gave me about 2 cents when my mother died on your superhero team, and now that my discoveries might be useful or interesting you come crawling back with...3 pennies and name exposure? Wow. FUCK you. I might join the Honor Guard out of SPITE. [leaves])

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[BuzzFeed]’s Top 5 Maglor Fëanorion Songs would probably be one for Stray Scraps of Melody, or maybe stand on its own? It's basically what it sounds like on the tin. Premise: Fourth Age Valinorian BuzzFeed did a poll on top songs by Maglor son of Fëanor, now sometimes called Gildil, and now provides the results with quotes on each from the composer and other musical experts (or friends and family who butted their heads in on the interview.)

5. [I haven't decided if this is some sort of pre-Darkening operetta or "so many people wrote in different Songs of Warding and Warning that we've decided to credit him with the genre Northern Beleriandic Warding Songs"]

4. Noldolantë, Extended Edition - the FULL story, from Finwë to the fading Third Age (but mostly the disasters of the First); composed over nearly 6,500 years of depressed wandering on mortal shores, which is also sung of toward the end. Takes at least a week to sing in full with no breaks. Evokes tears at least once in even the hardest hearts.

3. Noldolantë, original version - Alqualondë: what happened, why, and what we're going to do about it (move forward and fight Morgoth, mostly). Full length takes a couple hours to sing. "Surprisingly factual and earnestly apologetic, for all its spin." –Eärwen Olwiel. "I still hum it sometimes. I hate how good at this he is." –Finrod.

2. The Song That Never Ends - composed pre-Darkening. "This is SECOND PLACE? I should've killed you when I had the chance." –Maedhros. "I genuinely regret this one." –Maglor. "I should've killed him when I had the chance. I had so many chances... I really thought about it, when I visited Celebrian when the twins had just discovered this monstrosity." –Galadriel. "Oh you think YOU had problems with twins and this 'song.'" –Maedhros. "What? We thought it was annoying, too!" –Amrod. "Not you. You never had genuine, justified reason to despise us." –Maedhros. "[innocent whistling while walking by]" –Elrond

1. Ardamirë (subtitle: It's Not Only Ours Anymore, Father) - elements composed and gathered over nearly 6,500 years of depressed wandering on mortal shores; arranged into a proper song a few decades after return to Valinor. Full length takes about four hours to sing. Reduces most listeners to mostly-joyful tears. "Good choice, people - this one is my favorite." –Maglor.  "...I'm thinking about it." –Fëanor.

[star--nymph]

People have opened up the flood gates; I will now be making a list of random facts about Kassandra and you guys will ENJOY IT.

Has PTSD, Depression, and Clinical Anxiety.

May have undiagnosed ADHD.

BISEXUAL.

5'2 ft of pure unadulterated, unstoppable POWER.

Insomniac; has nightmares and terrors and will avoid sleeping for days at a time.

May have a deathwish/suicidal tendencies.

Copes with: Alcohol, Cigarettes, Fighting.

As the story progresses, develops a hobby/coping mechanism with plants and flowers.

Allergic to kiwi.

Favorite colors are ‘dawn’ colors: red, pink, orange, yellow/gold. BRIGHT.

Loves flowers, plants, and knows a lot more about flower language than most people would expect.

Has been playing chess with Ryuu since they were kids. She’s currently losing 228 to 219.

Actually loves shopping and clothes a lot, but doesn’t wear her nice things often enough.

Notoriously bad cook.

Has like. A closet full of different colored leather jackets. Won’t stop buying clothes.

Loves reality shows, horror movies (she loves creature features), and romcoms.

Actually really bad at videos game but doesn’t give up to like. A concerning degree.

Likes to listen to music and sing to herself when she’s alone.

Loves dancing and drags people up to dance with her.

Eventually gets a red bearded dragon named Poppy.

Favorite animals are all lizard. Can name every type of lizard if you ask her.

Lives off of a coffee and red bull and pure willpower.

Gives such GOOD hugs and cuddles but has to be wrestled into being the little spoon??

Horses freak her out. Really all big animals do but especially horses.

Big Sister Friend.

On bad terms with her uncle.

Had a girlfriend for a period of six years that broke up with her three years prior to the current story; doesn’t like to talk about her.

Loves kids.

Has the sweetest, softest voice when she sings. Sings a LOT.

Her favorite song is ‘I Wanna Dance With Someone’ by Whitney Huston.

Hates sodas and anything that pops in her mouth. Bad texture.

Loves Birthday Cake flavored ice cream.

Hates hates hates the cold!!

Actually a far better listener than most people give her credit for.

That kid in elementary school who lifted all the chairs during clean up time because someone told her she wasn’t strong enough to do it.

Also that kid in school who would not sit down in her desk and by would I mean COULD NOT. She just wanted to TALK TO HER FRIENDS.

Loved light up sneakers so much as a kid that now she literally ha combat boots that glow.

Cares for everyone but isn’t keen on letting her guard down

WHAT IS VULERANBlITY I ASK YOU

“don’t ask me to talk about my feelings, I’ll fight you, I’ll fight your mom, I’LL FIGHT ME”

will hold a grudge until the end of fucking time

you know that joke where someone tells character A to disarm and it takes them literally stripping down with a pile of weapons in front of them to do so? That's Kass

Surprisingly shy with romance??? Melts easily buT Don’T LOOK AT HER

Kind of working on her impulses and her mouth works faster than her brain a lot of the time

Should have the one brain cell of the group but absolutely doES NOT

Has almost a Phoenix Wright level of pain tolerance and yes that should scare you.

Has a rose on the back of her neck to cover up a former military tattoo

Was called 'The Brat' during her military days

When she sees a pretty person she gets all dreamy and flirty but then when she actually flirts she does the bisexual finger gun thing

[zedxspacess]

GOD I LOVE WRESTLING ARGGGGG

Spoiler ramblings of the latest dynamite episode under the cut.

The opening 15 mins has officially made some (tho not all) of the weaker parts of the Devil plotline worth it for me, because they were set up for so many warring factions and ideas.

Heel!Adam, you have instantly become 1000x sexier and the new entrance music fucks HARD. It's basically a darker remix of Adam's first AEW theme and it's perfect. He really is the best as a heel, and I gotta admit, I like how meta Adam's motivations are for pulling off the betrayal. Hating how MJF takes up all the spotlight, being an asshole to everyone and everything, so Adam wanted to break and drive MJF out of the company to "fix" what's wrong with it (which i think references the ppl who criticize that MJF is ruining AEW/doesn't fit in it at all). Plus, pointing out that no one would've cared about face!MJF if it wasn't for Adam in the first place, that MJF needed Adam to work as a face (something that I've pointed out before). Adam's faction now called the Undisputed Kingdom, combining the previous two factions he was in? *chefs kiss* You just know a third in group betrayal will happen.

Bullet Club Gold and the Acclaimed having a tentative alliance bc the Undisputed Kingdom fucked them over when trying to take down MJF? Hangman and Swerve looking for a fight/the championship bc they were side casualties of the whole Devil incident? Samoa Joe, who worked with Adam and Max separately, being involved in all this as the new champ? When Max's injuries weren't public, we all thought these were set ups for fights with Max, when really, it looks like the Undisputed Kingdom is gonna take his spot as the faction a bunch of people have it out for. So many different angles and relationships and feuds that intertwined perfectly, the possibilities are endless.

The tag team division looks like its back on the menu, the women's division having more matches+promos+big stars, Christian Cage and his "family" being hilarious as always, Takeshita is still a powerhouse, Darby doing more of his excellent ragdoll work, Eddie Kingston is here!!!! and is the absolute best on commentary I can listen to him talk forever, Bryan Keith jobbed in the four way but I'm just glad he's here, Swerve v Daniel Garcia was as fire as I thought it'd be, and then even MORE teasing of Hangman v Swerve.

Lately, it's been looking like most of the original Elite and their friends and other big players like Mox and Danielson are starting to phase out/take a break, so it's nice to see the rest of the company can still step up and lead matches without them.

God, I'm SO EXCITED for wrestling this year

[qirex-official]

okay theres many speed time

every Anna Von Hauswolff album

Born In The Echoes and No Geography by The Chemical Brothers

Echo Park by Feeder

Love Frequency by The Klaxons (HOLY SHIT THIS BAND DESERVED MORE)

every Yeah Yeah Yeahs album

My Head Is An Animal by Of Monsters And Men (for me they peaked on debut then became too American very sad very sad)

La Roux by La Roux

Rio by Duran Duran

every Florence + The Machine Album except Dance Fever because I actually don't like Morning Elvis the song very much

Saturdays = Youth by M83

Hurry Up, We're Dreaming by M83 which is truly one of the musical masterpieces of all of human history and culture and I REALLY mean it

Junk by M83 (he tried to make an album to become unpopular again after hating the celebrity that Hurry Up brought him and especially Midnight City the single which Fair... For me failed spectacularly I ADORE this album)

every Susanne Sundfør album STOP WHAT YOU ARE FUCKING DOING AND LISTEN TO "MUSIC FOR PEOPLE IN TROUBLE" IN FULL AND IF POSSIBLE WITHOUT DISTRACTION THAT ALBUM CHANGED MY LIFE

The Love Invention by Alison Goldfrapp because every song is so CUNTY

Witching Hour by Ladytron (they've made so many albums but for me this one is flawless)

The Fame by Lady Gaga which is so BROAD in its scope and shows off how many different singers she could have become

Born This Way by Lady Gaga

Chromatica by Lady Gaga

every Bloc Party album how does a band that's changed so much manage to never miss?!? and Kele is gay!!!! ♥️

Live It Out by Metric

Return To Cookie Mountain by TV On The Radio

Rated R by Queens Of The Stone Age who are probably giga problematic in some way ive not heard of yet but they rock

Songs For The Deaf by Queens Of The Stone Age

...Like Clockwork by Queens Of The Stone Age (flawless, perfect, incredible, groundbreaking, original, game changing, exquisite)

Tasty by Kelis its the album with Milkshake on it but so many of the other tracks are also prestine ANTHEMS you WILL have heard before and not realised they're all one talented woman

Viva La Vida by Coldplay

Sexor by Tiga (also one of the first ever CDs I wanted through self discovery thank you EA for putting Good As Gold in NFS Carbon)

Back On A Mission by Cirrus

Wolfmother by Wolfmother

Back To Black by Amy Winehouse

Corrida by Koza Mostra

Keep Up The Rhythm by Koza Mostra

Devil Is A Girl by LAB

Forza Horizon 4 & 5 Hospital Records Sondtracks

Gore by Lous And The Yakuza

IOTA by Lous And The Yakuza

Profound Mysteries (1, 2 & 3) by Royksopp

Shoes by Kelly (iykyk)

Slut Pop Miami by Kim Petras (without flaw it is so HARD not to sing these at work)

Solar Power by Lorde

V by The Horrors

Zoom by Sheogorath

[starryeyed-seer]

My suncrab playlist is highly restricted because it's only made up of songs on my phone. This is not an art piece. This is not a place of honour. Anyway, bc I'm going Through it, I'm going to make a bold move and talk about it and some silly headcanon shipping stuff. For me. For me.

(This is very long when opened)

I really have been into glass animals lately.

In no particular order here's some songs on my sincrab list and why

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Hasten To Church (Beedle the Bardcore cover)

a properly committed medieval cover of Take Me To Church. So much of this is, of course, Vibes.

"tis voracious work" is quoted in Creatures of Heaven even.

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Creatures In Heaven, Glass Animals

Of course duh!!!

What do you think about when you think about love? <3

The song is just very much a "halcyon before the fall" both in the later album and why I named my prequel comic after it.

putting tenderness and love on sol is Difficult. Someone must try.

Also "creatures IN heaven" as the song is = two beings in a perfect place

But "creatures OF heaven" like my comic = two beings in heaven, but who belong to heaven and are beheld to it still.

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Run Away With Me by Carly Rae Jepson

I think the bazaar listens to this and cries. Not only because of the saxophone intro majesty. Not because it's sad or melancholy. Just because.

The bazaar is the sinner in secret.... but I don't think he's gonna run away when the lights go dark </3

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Samson by Regina Spektor

Oops, I got really into this song for them??

hello!! The idea of them shedding forms of Importance to exist forgotten and mortal.... <3 yaaaay I love it. Also the idea of hair and divinity I already do with my sol designs. In bible context Delilah sneakily cuts Samson's hair, removing his strength, in this song it is secretly consensual so they can disappear as regular lovers. Consider that. What if baz dragged sol down and the Sun said thank you i was hoping.

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A tear in space, glass animals

Ive said before I'm not normal about this song. Like all of it I can maniacally apply

Verse one is like. Exactly it in terms of "not sure WTF was going on but the bazaar is down bad". I love my warm suncrab but also dubious ethical secret relationship with no confirmation of reciprocal love.... good stuff. And maybe fear did pull sol from their arms.

Something Something this crab famous cries a lot

I climb inside your walls!! I'm where the spiders go!

Also I do hc the bazaar as specifically aspiring to some idea of ascension or equality to be with the sun, what with the red science, so "shape me into your form/what are you waiting for"..........

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Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

There's something very pleading about Maps which I have taken to. Most of the song is just this... it's suggested the Sun was courting another star, and I think this is exactly what was circling the Bazaar's thoughts as they carried that message.

Plus as much as the Bazaar is a monomaniac determined to their goal, I doubt they've missed how unpopular the Sun is. Yet it remains focused, anyway, believing this scheme must be worth it. Because others don't know the sun like she does, they don't love him like she does.

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White Roses, Glass Animals (look I like them a lot! And I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH the new album has a lot of good tunes for this)

We really don't know jack hell about Sol's personality thoughts and feelings, and barely his actions. So anyway this.

I don't think Sol hates the Bazaar, no matter what he does or doesn't feel for them. But I think part of the Bazaar probably is angry at the Sun, even if she'd deny it. I like the idea of a role reversal in any extreme power difference dynamic like these two. Let the bazaar express pain and let Sol welcome it. Is what I'm saying.

I enjoy the "everlasting in a different moon" considering FL linking moonlight to alternate timelines. Is there a world where their relationship is perfect? Can a god dream?

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Gold, Imagine Dragons

....I have a diverse taste in music I swear but this list doesn't capture that

I think it's very hard to stay grounded in reality when you control reality. When you can have anything you want (but a crab), that anything eventually becomes meaningless. People chase absolute power like it isn't a trap that kills who you used to be. Etc. Everything you see becomes what you want it to be, what you think it is, and so there is nothing new— only heaven.

I dunno, fun stuff.

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Origin of Love, MIKA

Okay if you know this song. Yeah it makes no sense to put this on my suncrab list. Yet who stops me? Who dares stand against me?

I put this in because it's vaguely similar to something in my fanfic— "if love is forbidden, why does it exist? If you are god who knows all and is all, then you too are love. If you made me and I love you, then you must know love yourself — how else would I feel it? And if love is not from you, then you are no absolute, no god at all, and love belongs to me. Let me share it. Let me teach you. "

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Clusterhug, IDKHBTFM

Maybe this is what sol is. A teenage beauty queen. (Of sorts.)

"Only if you'd like me to, I could fall in love with you"

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Agnes, Glass Animals

This isn't my last glass animals song.

It's a real vibe. "I want to hold you like you're mine..." I don't apply it to anything in particular it just. Yeah.

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Show Pony, Glass Animals

This is a very Nemesis Bazaar song.

I want it as a mutual happy ship but if the Sun only used the Bazaar for an experiment... the bazaar is one of the only beings that could totally murder Sol. It believes the words on its body would have/still might cause him to die— that's the reason for this whole 7 city scheme. If they wanted revenge, they are in a very good position to enact it.

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Bedroom Eyes, Studio Killers

This is what the Bazaar's new Message for Sol is gonna be clearly. Don't kill me baby ♡ I love u baby ♡♡♡

Legit just one of my all time fav songs and most listened to on my phone lol

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a few other songs I won't grab specific lyrics for:

Viva la vida: legally required for all who dream of falls from glory

Plume by caravan palace

Painting roses by Dresses

Yellow Light by Of monsters and men

Hymn for the weekend by coldplay

Holiest by Glass Animals

Young God by halsey (I'm sorry I couldn't resist)

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.....I really do listen to a lot of music that isn't just. Radio popular bands. Can I put on Second Rendez-Vous by Jean Michel Jarre in. Or is that too obvious a save of face.

Anyway :3c

[speakingagain]

5.5.2024

Dear Zackary,

We both held music dearly to our hearts. You could spout out facts for hours on end about different bands and pieces and albums.

For me, music was an escape, a safe space, my emotional pit. I could be free from the emotions or I could finally feel them. It was my freedom.

It's been almost a year to date since I left. And I think I have been in the 'anger' stage of grieving for a long while now.

But yesterday I discovered a song. It's absolutely beautiful. The way it delves into the deep haunting notes of a cello, into the higher soothing and hopeful notes of the violins. It is a whole story in a few pages of music.

And the very few lyrics in the song, broke me the moment I heard the scream of "I loved you."

It shattered everything I'd built up as a protection for myself.

It disintegrated every wall, every brick. And I stood, undefended, feeling the music seeping into my bones. I could feel my heartbeat and it seemed to thump extra heavily with the heavy beats of the drums.

And it did something amazing.

I felt inspired for the first time. Not ever, of course. But in months. A year almost.

I was worried I'd lost it.

I could see the paint strokes, I could see the golds glistening in the light. I could see the hope and pain and the growth and death and everything forming on a canvas as a goddess formed.

Yearning for her lost love. Yearning for the good and the bad. Yearning to feel complete. Yearning to complete herself. Yearning to be loved as she thought she was. And finally knowing she was loved and good and bad and complete because she had loved them.

She had won. She had loved. She had lost and gained and broke and rebuilt. She had won.

Then, the song made me cry today. I listened to it a second time, same process as the night before.

Dark room, fan on, music playing, and I stared at my ceiling. I felt the beat in my chest, the cries in her growl as she sang with her whole body and her whole heart.

"And you loved me too."

Fuck.

The next stage of grieving had begun with a single sentence.

I think I would rather be angry.

I know, it's not linear. I know it isn't always the same stage, one after another. There's no time limit per stage. Yeah yeah. I know.

But if my life has taught me anything thus far, it's that people can love you and still do things to hurt you.

Them doing those things doesn't automatically mean that they secretly hated you.

It means they are human and make mistakes. It means they chose the path they wanted. It means they are going in a different direction and choosing themselves.

And I can say "I would never have cheated on my spouse."

But honestly, I don't know what I would do.

Morally, it's fucked up. I know what it feels like to be cheated on. I know what it does to a person. I know what it does to a family. I know it hurts everyone involved, indirectly or directly.

But until I had the opportunity, I never knew what I would do.

I still didn't cheat when given the opportunity. It was never an option for me.

Their love never changed. Your love never changed. It never grew.

I had assumed wrong.

I loved you more.

And you did love me. Of course you did. I felt it. I saw it. I revelled in it.

But it was so much weaker than I could have imagined.

And that's my fault for settling for such a weak love. I deserved better, and I think I knew it too. I just wanted the love I could give. I did give. I wanted to prove I was loveable and I was going to get out and do better.

Love was never meant to be an escape. And for that, I am sorry.

Thank you for loving me what you were capable of. The last six years were some of the worst years of my life. But some of the best too.

Thank you for showing me I could be loved. Thank you for showing me I deserved better.

Thank you for ending the love so I could find what I deserve.

And I'm so sorry for your loss.

I can solidly say, I won.

I was loved. I loved.

I grew. I learned. I am completing myself.

I am loving myself.

I am not 100% there just yet. But I'm getting there.

So thank you. And go fuck yourself, kindly.

No longer your love,

Or your other half,

Mae.

[enchanted1waters]

intoxicate me

steve harrington x femreader

mostly teasing, underage use of intoxication, sexual content if you squint, if ya ask ill do a pt 2....

It was 1984, of course everyone had decided they wanted to show up at "king Steve's" party. Me being the lovely Munson I am, knows when and how to cut a deal. Especially how to make sure the customer keeps coming back. Little did I know this customer in particular wasn't gonna become addicted with this kind of drug.

usually I walk out of my double wide with a cigarette between my lips, gold between the other pair, curled and fresh waves of brown hair. Ripped jeans, a scandalous t-shirt for a woman in these times, smudged eyeshadow that just looked too good fucked up to fix.

Tonight was different. My "lovely" brother was sick. Laid out on the fold out couch.

~flash back to earlier this morning~

"HEYYYYYY," a grumbly, sick as a bitch voice had woken me up from my pantless, sprawled out, hungover mess of a self slumber. As the voice sounded again except whinier from the other room, I realized I would have to actually get up. Groaning and dragging my hand down my face as the sun beamed through my blinds. I drug myself out of bed, carefully avoiding the records and band shit on the floor as I pulled on a pair of shorts.

I swung open the door, "What the hell do you want, Eds?" His miserable looking face turned into a mischievous shit faced grin. "Oh look at my sweet, loving, caring, loyal sister I just love soooo-"

I rolled my eyes, "yeah, cut the shit we both know we would sell each other for a one night stand with slash, Get to it." He nodded in agreement, "should've left out the loyal huh? Anyways, I need you to do me a favor."

I pushed my hand through my hair as I crossed my arms, "what kind, you know I'm planning on getting shit faced in my hippie van later, ALONE. Listening to my lovely records, not having to work tomorrow at the music shop. So unless-"

Eddie quickly cut me off, "There's a party tonight, I was supposed to supply the new macho man in town with a couple grams and a keg. Clearly I'm not gonna be able to do that."

I sighed and pinched thebridge of my nose, "Eddie HUNNY, get to it. I get it, you wanna set the new meat up with something, what's so special about this deal, you can easily screw around and get twice what it's worth from a cheerleader."

"SHUSH VI, damn. Chill, anyways like I was saying." He pushes his curl out of his face and behind his ear. "It's Harrington's place, and I know you enjoy tormenting him and his jock strap friends. So, this customer in particular is the perfect way to do it. Plus you get to do whatever kind of evil bidding your evil ass wants to."

I raise an eyebrow, "I do love parties, and I do love causing chaos in the square's life." I pause for a moment, "this all seems a little too good for me and not enough for you. Don't bullshit me Ed, I'll cut your hair in your sleep if I find out your signing me up for some dumb shit." He immediately grapes his curls, "ouuuu if I wasn't sick RightNow I would cut the strings on your bass. As for the benefit on my side, time will tell."

I squint my eyes and smirk, "deal."

So as fate would have it, I pulled out of the driveway with my van filled with a keg, 4 grams and a devilish smile.

~Steve's Pov~

I knew most of the people who had showed up, from it to the easyer bunny, they were all here. I had decided to dress up as Danny from grease, I had the hair already. The black muscle shirt, tight black pants and belt, cigarette behind the ear. It was simple but effective. My night was gonna go completely normal, that was until I met my maker.

~Violet's pov~

Pulling up making sure to park in the grass to piss the spoon fed owner off, as well as make sure no one scratches my shit when driving off shit faced. It also made it easier to open the back as a curly headed, (macho man as my brother had described) walked up with swagger, the asshole radiating off of him. I hated to admit it, but as the stranger with tan defined abs with a leather jacket, took a puff from his cigarette. I felt a flutter in my stomach I'd rather choose to ignore.

"and you are?" I ask as I slowly walk up to him, taking the cigarette out of this mouth with my deep red nail covered fingers, suggestively wrapping my plump velvet lips around the cig. Maintaining eye contact as I do so, I know I just entered the game to play out of boredom in hopes of stirring some fun, little did I know what it withheld.

Continuing the tension filled stare, he licked his bottom lip. "Hopefully the bastard who takes you home tonight, babe. My name is Billy. And who do I owe the pleasure?" I smile flicking the cancer filled stick to the ground before stepping on it with my black heeled boots.

"The bitch with the good shit." I open my van back doors to reveal the goods he was looking to be supplied with. I looked back leaning on the door, "think you can help a "babe" out? Go on, Help yourself big boy." He hummed delightfully at the que to grab the keg and grams.

as I passed him I lightly touched his leather covered jacket, I leaned into his ear. "Leave the money in the glove box, and don't think twice about touching anything. Save your pretty hands for the other"babes" inside, I'm sure they're just Dying to be touched."

At that, I walk pass the mindless men who were clearly watching and waiting for the macho barbie to snag another chick.

~Steve's pov~

As the alcohol starts to set in and the music blares a motley crue song, I assume I'm hallucinating at the sight I see at the door. I take a double glance, completely zoning out from my conversation and my eyes find their target.

Starting from the leather and spiked black heeled boots, with red nailed feet sticking out at the bottom, my eyes tracked fast up the smooth fish net ripped legs, to the leather skirt, a slit revealing a tan thigh, begging for my mouth. Her waist dipping in before going back out. I swallow hard as my eyes find a fish netted top, ripped in several places, a bright red lacey bra with perfect fucking tits almost spilling out. I could see her chest rising everytime her lungs filled with air. Suddenly my eyes darted to her red nails, my body craving them dug into my back. My vision then darted to the chocker, causing me clench my jaw at the filthy that flooded my mind. Then the hair, the perfectly curled and teased hair. My hands begging to grab for, then there was those sinful, daring eyes. God damn I could feel myself being sucked in. Then her lips, deep red begging to be smeared. A devilish smirk pulled at them. She was a damn siren, and I had already heard her song.

~violet's pov~

As I walked into the house, music swam through the air, the smell and taste of bad decision landing on my tongue. Then my eyes locked on one of my favorite targets, I swayes my hips slightly as I strode over to the area he was in. I knew he looked insanely good, something I hate about the bastard. The way his arms flexed from a slight movement, the way they looked in his muscle tee. The way his hair flowed like honey, his eyes like a sweet candy all so tempting, his scent fresh yet inviting. A mix between man and beast. The sweat shining the slight chest hair from the deep v-cut. The way he continued to look over me although I was taller than some girls.

so, I strode past him. Paying him no mind I found myself a mysterious punch I was praying contained some type of cancer causing liquid. I dipped a cup in and licked from the bottom up to clean the spilt drops making sure not to waste as I held a intense stare with Harrington. I watched his jaw clench and him blink as his friends started to shake him. Asking him if he even listened to a word they were saying. Another wicked smirk pulled at my lips. Not that I tried to conceal it, it was all too fun to cause the dick to fluster.

~Steve's pov an hour later in the bathroom~

I sat on the counter as my best friend paced back and forth. "I jus don't understand how I can even be attracted to her, I mean shes the COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF NANCY. She smokes, she plays bass, sings, parties, skips class, deals, SHE EVEN SET THE NEW ASSHOLE UP WHO KEEPS TRYING TO WIN THIS POPULARITY THING OVER ME, she wears eyeliner and dark clothing. has a van, I mean shit." I anxiously smoothed my hair.

"Steve, Steve, STEVE!" Robin yelled cutting me off, tonight was supposed to be a no robin advice night. Where we don't bother each other and just have a good time instead it came to me trying to calm down after 50 minutes of being flustered from just eye contact. "I'm not saying it's a good thing, but it's also not a bad thing. Sure you had a type with the goody two shoes, weird corruption kink going on for a while."

"ew Rob, don't say it like that." She rolls her eyes, "right cause I like it any better, if it weren't for Vickie I would be slobbering, begging just for that women to step on me. Luckily I'm in love, but anyways besides the point, it's normal to have multiple types. Admit you like being pushed around some times, new adventures. You're the one everyone calls King Steve, so as much as I hate to say it. Act like it. Get some confidence Steve."

I took a deep breath and released it. we nodded as I hopped off the counter. As I walked back into main room, I scanned the room trying not to break my jaw by how hard I clench it at the sight of Violet bent over acting as though she was getting fucked by another girl, apparently hinting at the couple who just went upstairs. She started to laugh at the way her friends seemed to topple over or blush at the sight.

I needed water, THEN ILL TRY.

~Violet's pov~

After a couple shots, I heard a couple yells about truth or dare. So me being the person I am, followed my friend over to the circle. There I found Robin Buckley, The macho barbie, some dick heads, some girls, Jonathan byers who looked like he hated it here, Nancy wheeler who had clearly dragged him there, and never the less Steve harrington.

as it continued they spun a bottle to land on someone to choose. Then suddenly it landed on me,Tommy the dick head asking. "Truth or dare Munson, or should I say SIXX for the evening." I scoff at the fact he actually knew who I was dressed up as, "Dare, and Whatever isn't your wet dream." He makes that sick smile, as he walks slowly between Billy and Steve. "I dare you to kiss both kings for 5 seconds each, and tell the crowd who's the best kisser. Munson." His smile dropping as Billy's raises, Steve's look has changed from in a trance to a new strong emotion behind his eyes. His pupils dilating.

"Since you confirmed your fetish for Nikki SIXX,"I laugh throwing my head back, "I'm game, that is as long as the boy toy's ego can handle it.

Everyone's eyes drift to the two men. They nod, Billy smiling like a psycho licking his bottom lip like something dripped from his chin, "my pleasure to show what you can have." At that Steve's eyes narrow. Almost looking as if he was angry.

I roll my eyes as I walk over to Billy. He wraps a strong arm around my waist before jolting me closer to him, hoping to see me flinch. I hold eye contact. "Remember, he dared a kiss, not a groping session." With that he laughed, I quickly cut him off by grabbing the collar of his jacket and pulling him to meet my mouth in a power hungry kiss."5!" The crowd yelled. His animal like behavior increased As I bit his bottom lip causing a low groan from him into my mouth, tightening his grip on my waist. Next thing I knew the count was over.

"Oh king Steve, your turn with the slut." Tommy said. Steve immediately grabbed his collar, "the fuck did you say?" Tongue poking in my cheek, as I walked over "Steve it's fine, let it go." Steve looked at me, this was the first time I couldn't read him, he had looked like he was going to rip the guys head off, but then as his eyes found mine, he had something different in his eyes, his eyes almost softened, it had to of been the drink I had, right?

~Steve's pov~

I didn't even catch myself feeling angry, it was like I saw them kiss, then I heard the dick say shit about her after HE DARED HER, and he is constantly sleeping around. Next thing I knew my body reacted, anger from both incidents. My nostrils flared, my lip curled, and my chest heaved. Begging for him to say it again so I could smash his head in. That's when I heard her voice. "Steve it's fine, let it go." When my eyes found her's it's like I had completely been hypnotized. She had just called me by my actual name, rather than random yet creative insults she's been throwing for years. She didn't look like she normally did, her eyes weren't challenging, there wasn't a smirk. There was compassion in her eyes, and a soft 'its gonna be okay' smile. Then I felt a push, and I was on the floor. Tommy then caught me by for surprise giving a good right hook or two to my eye.

Suddenly he was pulled back by his hair, "Act like a bitch, get thrown out like a bitch. Bad. Fucking. Dog." She said as she kicked his back with her heel. "Get the fuck up." She said as she dragged him, him halfway crawling outside through the door. I saw people following, I did as well. Not even feeling the blood run down my face.

This sight shouldn't have made my south twitch, but fuck was she mean. My eyes found a whining Tommy, face pushed down in the grass, her boot on the side of his face, his arm turned behind him as she slowly pulled it back more. "Don't you EVER fucking touch another person at this party, whether it a girl or a guy. And listen here you're the fucking slut, begging for someone to take your two inches for a ride every night, maybe try to the Collums with your daddy's money next time. Not picking on people here, kay? Now I'm gonna go inside, and I'm gonna get shit faced, the second you step foot in there again," she pulls back on the arm again, "This won't be the only weak, small, thin thing I break." She says pushing his head farther into the ground.

And with a sigh, she throws down his arm and pushes past the crowd. Everyone silent, "The keg still have something in it?" People nodded, "well how about we let Billy here try it, hmm?" They all immediately started to cheering. Billy rolling his eyes at her before heading inside to the challenge.

She started to pull out a cig before she saw my eye, "Oh my god, Steve." She immediately started towards me, assessing my wound. "Jesus, I'm sorry you didn't have to do that, you're such a dumbass." She half smiled, "no I didn't, clearly. But I didn't even realize I was doing it." "Sounds like a drunk husband says to his wife after he cheats. Now stop bullshitting your reasoning, let's go out some ice on this. 'kay?" I nod at her command.

Then she grabbed my hand. Her leather finger gloves, her dainty, red painted fingers interlocking with mine. Then I started to feel the butterflies in my stomach, I once felt with Nance. I was a little boy all over again. Big crush. God help me.

Thanks for reading!!

[suckitsurveys]

This time last year, what was happening in your life? It really wasn’t that much different, honestly.

Did you/will you have coffee or some other form of caffeine today? I have coffee right now..

Who did you last have a text conversation with and what was it about? My best friend Sarah was telling me she and her husband went to the mansion where they filmed The Big Lebowski and we were just quoting things back to each other lol.

Are there regular trains in and out of your town/city? Yes, and local ones as well.

Do you bathe your pets regularly? They bathe themselves.

Do you have a mailbox or do you collect your mail from the post office? We have a mailbox.

What was the last animal you saw, and was it a pet? No, it was a bunny.

Have you ever had an ear infection? I have. They’re quite unpleasant.

If you could watch any TV series right now, what would it be? I need to get into a BUNCH of shows. Succession and Severance both come to mind right now.

Would you have any clue when your best friend last got their hair cut? Nope.

Someone messages you just as you’re about to go to sleep. Do you reply? Definitely depends on who it is.

Do you grind your teeth, and if so, why do you do it? No.

Have you ever been hospitalized due to dehydration? No.

Is there anything you need to remember to do before the day ends? Get my city sticker for my car.

When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise faintly, or do you blast it? It definitely depends.

What’s your favorite online radio site? Spotify.

Do your parents have any authority over who you date? No, I’m 33 and married.

How many different shades of nail polish do you have? On? Right now I have a clear iridescent polish with remnants of a french tip mani with pastels and gold glitter. A few of them broke so I had to just cut them all down. I also have a lovely mix of purple and teal on my toes from when my 4 yo niece painted them lol.

What did you have for breakfast this morning? A banana and I’m about to have two rice cakes with peanut butter.

Are you lucky enough to have an ice maker in your refrigerator door? I don’t.

Are you the type to wake up before the sun has even risen? On work days I have no choice.

Have you ever watched an anime series, start to finish? I was going to say FLCL but apparently they came out with more episodes and I was unaware, so I’ll have to watch those at some point. .

Do you feel the need to rant about anything right now? If so, go for it. I just really fucking hate my brother in law. I’m sure you all know that by now. He is the most fucking pretentious, horrible fucking person on the face of the earth. I can’t STAND being around him or listening to anything he has to say. I’d honestly rather spend the day with Trump, that’s how horrible he is. He thinks he’s so much smarter than EVERYONE and belittles my sister and her daughters and me all the fucking time and yet claims to be a feminist. Not to mention how much he fucking yells at them. And the GASLIGHTING when his daughters say he hurt their feelings by yelling oh my goddddddddddddd. His temper is off the fucking charts, especially when he drinks, and it’s WILD and terrifying. And the funny thing is, we have a lot of the same values and views and even sense of humor, but the way he talks about them makes me want to jump off a fucking cliff. Like, even if you agree with him, he will go ON AND ON AND FUCKING ON about shit. He has an opinion about fucking EVERYTHING and anything he doesn’t like is automatically stupid and not worth his time. Also, his favorite band is the Beatles and he thinks John Lennon is a god, so that right there should tell you everything you need to know about him. I want to ask my sister what the fucking god damn fuck she sees in him because he has NO fucking redeemable qualities except maybe that he’s intelligent, but he’s such an ASSHOLE about it. He also thinks no one has value unless they are educated (aka a college grad) which is such a fucking load of shit. You can read a hundred books and have a hundred degrees but that doesn’t make you a good person, which I hold up way higher than being “smart.” GODDDDDDD I fucking hate him. I am constantly torn about what to do about him because I want to go off on him SO BAD but I am so scared of what it would do to my relationship with my sister and my nieces, who I love more than anything in the fucking WORLD. But I also feel like I am not protecting them by allowing this to continue to happen to them. I also frequently feel like this is all in my head and that maybe everything is okay. But no, he’s a fucking dick It’s such a sticky, shitty fucking situation and I just wish he’d LEAVE.

Do you have a favorite towel? What color is it? Lol. Yeah, its red and blue with lobsters on it.

Have you seen any films with Judy Garland in them?: Yes, a few.

How did you feel when you woke up today? Why? So. TIRED.

Who was the last person you messaged on Facebook? My husband.

When was the last time you saw them? This morning.

Do you have a friend named Nick? What’s his favourite food? No.

What are you listening to? Nothing.

What year are you/did you graduate high school? I graduated high school in 2007.

Are you obsessed with anything? Oh yes.

Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? Waffles.

Do you prefer non-diet or diet soda? Non-diet.

Do you like seafood? Yes, it’s my favorite.

Are you craving anything right now? Sushi now, lol.

Do you dress appropriately for your age? Whatever.

If McDonald’s sold hot dogs, would you buy them? Probably not.  

How long is your hair? To my shoulders.

Do you like your neighbors? Yeah.

What’s your school motto? –

Has a bird ever flown into your window? No.

Which word did you say first, mama or dada? I have no idea.

How old were you when you learned to walk? A year.

What was your first pet’s name? Featherbrain and Lucky. Two Parakeets that were my 2nd grade class’ pet that we ended up taking for the summer and then keeping.

How many kids were in your class in kindergarten? Like 20-30 I think? I don’t remember.

Who was your best friend in elementary? I didn’t really have a “best” friend in grade school. They changed frequently.

Who was the best athlete in your freshman class? I don’t know.

What teacher did all the high school boys/girls have a crush on? All the boys thought the Spanish teacher was hot.

Where do you see yourself in a year? Healthier.

If you were able to change one thing about yourself, what would it be? ^I’d be healthier.

Are you content just blending in with the crowd? Yes. I hate being the center of attention.

[josephandjamie]

thank you baby Beb @bebx

full moon or crescent moon —> they’re both my beautiful girlfriend, but we all know a full moon just hits different

sushi rolls or burgers —> depends on the mood, sushi though

listening or talking —> I’m the best listener you’ll ever meet

summer or winter —> SUMMER

the sea or the mountains —> Sea, never been to the mountains

apartment or own house —> own house

autumn or spring —> spring

loud music or quiet music —> loooud

morning or evening —> both! I think i prefer mornings a bit more idk

sun or moon —> moon

regrets or no regrets —> learning from your mistakes

big city or small town —> big

walk or car ride —> car ride always hate walking

day or night —> both

love at first sight or slowly falling in love —> i mean there IS no such thing as love at first sight, is there. But both can be v exciting

showers or baths —> showers

cola or pepsi —> sparkling water

cats or dogs —> both, never had a cat but I absolutely would.

heat or cold —> HEAT

gold or silver —> gold

texting or calling —> texting

clowns or no clowns —> No clowns. Pennywise is on thin fucking ice

sunny or rainy —> sunny. But both.

long fics or ficlets —> ion read fics

white or black —> black

rivers or lakes —> i mean..idk lol. Either

sunsets or sunrises —> both are beautiful. Watch the sunrise from a rooftop one day and maybe you’ll calm down

movie or series —> tv shows are just a lot of commitment..takes me forever to start one. Movies are easier.

dark or light —> dark

pizza or pasta —> pizza

classics or fanfiction —> not necessarily ~classics, but books for sure.

piercings or no piercings —> loove piercings.

bright or pastel —> pastel

yes or no —> depends <- indeed

@moonlitdark my dear if you’d like to answer these

I love doing these (x)

tagged by the lovely @queereldritch

happy endings or sad endings —> happy endings

full moon or crescent moon —> full moon

sushi rolls or burgers —> sushi

listening or talking —> listening, but I also talk a lot when it comes to people I’m comfortable with being around

summer or winter —> winter

the sea or the mountains —> mountains

apartment or own house —> own house

autumn or spring —> autumn

loud music or quiet music —> loud music

morning or evening —> evening

sun or moon —> moon

regrets or no regrets —> no regrets

big city or small town —> can I say both? depending on the circumstances

walk or car ride —> car ride

day or night —> night

love at first sight or slowly falling in love —> slowly falling in love

showers or baths —> baths

cola or pepsi —> cola

cats or dogs —> dogs (but I’m also a proud cat mom)

heat or cold —> cold

gold or silver —> gold

texting or calling —> texting

clowns or no clowns —> clowns (if you know, you know😉)

sunny or rainy —> rainy

long fics or ficlets —> long fics

white or black —> black

rivers or lakes —> lakes

sunsets or sunrises —> sunsets

movie or series —> this is hard because there’re so many shows that I’m addicted to but I guess movies, overall

dark or light —> dark

pizza or pasta —> pizza

classics or fanfiction —> depends. but I’ve certainly read fanfictions that are better than some classic literature

piercings or no piercings —> either is fine with me

bright or pastel —> pastel

yes or no —> depends

tagging beautiful people; @josephfakingquinn @josephandjamie @jcbbby @trekkitkat @sullxo @johnsimms @can-of-pringles @ohfallingdisco @foodiewithdahoodie @elhaspowers @vecnathegreat @creelsclocks @jensomniac @nebulousfishgills @thelostsisters @onesmainbitch (don’t feel pressured to do this if you were tagged, these are just for fun) everybody is welcome to join