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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 1 month ago

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Perfect Queen?

BRANDON STARK X READER

Summary- As the new queen and lady of Winterfell, you feel out of place. Thankfully, Bran reassures you of your position and loves you for who you are- not who you are trying to be.

A/N- I have not written for GoT in awhile, but HotD season 2 has sparked my interest again! Reminder that REQUEST ARE OPEN! <3

Requested by- @eualiabd @zamwnda

Word count- 1,612

You were barely a noble. The third daughter out of seven girls born into house Frey. Not a single male survived long enough to carry on the family name. What does a family full of women do? Marry off. So quickly that just after your ten and nine birthday, you were the only sister who was unwed.

Maybe being from a low house, and not having much experience with lordship- landed you as King Brandon Starks wife.

Of course, your mother was ecstatic when the king of all men, wanted to marry you. You had only known the previously named prince when he was a boy.

His father, Ned Stark, would visit on business to the Riverlands. Brandon always joined, eager to see you. Even after his fall, you were able to see him one last time before he disappeared for many years. You were devastated when you learnt of his 'death.' When he returned, you figured he forgot all about you. Though, a dozen knights showing up at your door, requesting you to meet with the King, changed your mind.

"A Stark never forgets an oath." Was his reasoning, suddenly a fond memory of Bran and you as children appeared. He, even at his young age, held your hand and swore on his name to marry you one day. To join your families.

At his now official and surprising marriage proposal, you quickly agreed. Any woman would be insane not to, feelings aside, you were helping the reputation of your house.

While your reunion with him was quick, it was satisfactory. He had changed with age and with his new responsibilities. As king and The Three Eyed Raven. Deep down, he was still the boy you loved. Even if he only showed it to you.

The cold air was refreshing, not stiff not muggy like you were used to. Though it took some time, you've learnt to grow fond of the snow and crisp feeling. A trip back to Brans home made you overjoyed. Even if Bran was only there on 'kingly' matters.

A large coat made of the finest furs rested up on your shoulders. A pin with the Stark emblem let all know you were the Queen. A title you were trying to get comfortable with. There were so many duties you were getting familiar with.

That wasn't hardly the worst part, however.

What irked you to no end, were the stares. Mostly women who were in court, or wives of men who frequented the castle. They had no room to speak, yet still murmured and gossiped to each other. The audacity to talk about the queen as they passed you. It shocked you that they were so informal.

You could never get close enough to hear, as Brandon had two Knights with you at all times. You understood the precaution, though your freedom was slightly limited.

"Bran, please tell me what they said..." You pleaded. It was evening, and the two of you were sat side by side for supper. Only separated by a corner of the table.

He looked up at you, face expressionless like it always was. "It is insignificant gossip."

You pushed your warm plate of food back, you were not interested anymore. "Not to me, it isn't."

Bran was fully aware of what they were thinking and saying. Just because he was All-Seeing, did not mean you also had to bear that burden. He would do everything he could to keep away the ill effects of his powers.

"Consider the matter finished." Was all he responded with, very 'Bran-like.'

However, the matter was not finished to you. With enough time, you knew you could get Bran to cave into you. He almost never told you 'no.' All he wanted was to keep you happy. He just did not see any reason to spread negative thoughts into your mind.

You pushed your chair back with a small screech. Taking a deep breath, you took one long stride to Bran's side.

Maybe you were trying to soften him up, you'd never tell, but you wrapped both hands around his forearm. Even crouching down to look up at him.

"I want to be a good queen. I want to fix whatever they chastised me for. Bran, you know I wont give until you tell me... Surely you know that?" You lightly moved your hand up and down his arm. He did know, he just wanted to do something his way for once. Deep within, he knew you'd get what you wanted. It was terribly hard to do anything that upset you.

He pursed his lips, giving out a sigh. "You are a good queen." He leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

With a puff you stood up, letting him go. "Obviously no one else thinks so." Your dramatic side got the best of you as you turned and left the dinning hall.

You allowed yourself to wallow in self pity, something you'd have time to regret later.

Your handmaid rushed behind you, eager to help whatever the problem was.

"I just don't understand why he won't tell me, Tamsin." You sulked on a padded chair while your handmaid gently took the ties and pins out of your hair.

She pressed a friendly hand to your shoulder, "He just wants to protect you."

You gave a half hearted smile, "I want to get better, I've never been a queen before..." You stood to let Tamsin being to unlace your corset.

You both heard a strong knock, assumingly from a member of the kings guard.

"The queen needs a moment to dress!" Tamsin called out, aware of a queens modesty.

A deep voice called back, "The King requests to see her Majesty."

Tamsin stopped with the laces and went to peek her head out. You couldn't hear what she was saying, but she quickly returned.

"Uh, Ma'am, the King is outside... waiting..." She was always a little nervous around Bran, you knew it was because of the Title and passiveness.

She fiddled with her fingers, "You are dismissed, thank you. Please let the King in." She responded with a light curtsy.

After Tamsin opened the door, you stood and watched as a knight pushed Bran in. The two of you were quickly left alone as Bran waved off the man.

You look down, trying to press your dress flat, slightly anxious.

Bran simply looked, the smallest smile present. "I apologize for upsetting you. It was not my intention." He says, his own hands resting still in his lap.

"I know..." You licked your lips, suddenly your mouth felt dry. At the following silence you started again, "Will you help me?" You gestured to your lace that was halfway tied on your back.

He nodded, "Of course."

He pushed himself over, getting closer to you. You turned your back to him, pulling your hair over your shoulders.

"Bran?" You quietly said as his gentle hands worked at your laces. An activity that was strangely intimate and peaceful.

"Yes, my love?" He responded, mindlessly. You let the dress fall from your frame. You stepped out of it, now only in a white slip.

You gnawed at your bottom lip, tears were threatening. "Please, just tell me if I become a better queen?" Your voice cracked up on the word 'queen', tears spilling over.

Hands came up to try and cover your sobs.

''I have a feeling you have been struggling with this for awhile..." Bran says, ushering you to spin around with his hands at your waist. He would never read your secret thoughts without your permission.

You weren't able to deny or agree, but you turned to look at him.

"I have seen, and you will become the most loving Queen the realm has ever known. You will be named for your care of the people." He said, pulling you down into a hug.

"Really?"

You fell further to your knees, leaning your head onto this lower chest. Bran pet your hair slowly, his other hand rested on your back.

"Have I ever lied to you?" You shook your head, still buried in him.

"Would you really like to know what those two women said?" He asked, a finger bringing your chin up. You nodded.

"They said your house was not high enough for you to become queen. They were sure that they would be better candidates." His face was stoic, clearly in disgust at what they said.

You sighed and rested your head down once again, arms crossed under your head. You looked out the side sadly, though starting to accept your position. There was nothing you could do about the house you were born into.

"You do know that I would rather die an old and lonely man than marry another? Right?" He pets your hair once again.

A smile arises on your face. "I couldn't think of a more handsome nor giving husband of you."

Without skipping a beat, he says, "Well, that's because I am king." His expression and tone is serious, but you laugh nonetheless.

It is soon clear that he was joking as well, as he breaks into a grin.

You sigh once more, this time happy. "Can we retire to bed now?" You ask, squeezing his hand.

"Whatever you so wish."

Sleep was moments from taking you, your eyes fighting to stay open. You were pressed up as close as possible to Bran, your head tucked under his chin.

"I meant what I said, earlier." Bran mentions, staring up. Without moving you speak, "About what?"

"That you're already a great queen." Your heart fills with flutters.

"Promise?"

"I swear it."

A/N- Not going to lie to y'all, I hate this one. But, I promised more Bran content! Please let me know if you have any ideas on how to improve! Thanks for reading, and thanks again for the support guys!

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devildom-moss · 1 year ago

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You know that hit game FNAF?

I hope you do.

Anyways, could you write headcanons about how well the side characters would be at playing it?

Thanks <3

Okay, so I have never played this game - or really had any interest in playing it, so I watched some guy play one of the games, and I did a bit of research. Sorry this took so long! I did my best, though... I'm finally almost done with requests. I've got two more left (good news for the Solomon lovers).

The others playing FNAF headcanons (dateables + new sides)

Diavolo

Diavolo downloaded it after tuning in to one of Levi’s streams.

He found it amusing. Scary animatronics are so entertaining – although he thinks they’re more cute than scary.

Laughs in the face of jump scares and death. “Haha, look, Barbatos. The big fox one killed me. I’m dead now.” / “That’s very nice, My Lord. Did you finish your paperwork already?” / “. . .uhm.” / “You have ten seconds before we reenact your game. I’ll be the fox.”

Does not care about the lore. He’ll listen and might retain some details when Levi explains it, but he will not dig deep or look for easter eggs.

He kinda sucks, but he has a good time, and isn’t that what matters? He’s not super careful or watchful because it’s just a game. There’s nothing at stake, so he can relax and just mess around.

His favorite character is Foxy, and it’s genuinely as simple as “he’s red, and he’s a pirate.”

Barbatos

He has no interest in playing at first.

Slight aside: I think he’d like horror games, but he strikes me as more of a cinematic, artsy horror game guy – like Bramble or Little Nightmares. He also strikes me as someone who might enjoy farming sims, like he would love Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons. Pumpkin Panic would probably be a happy medium.

He’ll play if Diavolo, MC, or Luke ask him to; for anyone else, he’ll politely decline. Surprisingly, he’s not too bad. He’ll probably die once or twice, but he figures out what he has to do pretty quickly.

Barbatos doesn’t react to jump scares, and he avoids them as much as possible. He can play without moving his face – at least until one of the three people who could get him to play compliments him. In that case, he’ll smile a bit wider.

Nothing in that game could be more horrifying to Barbatos than Chuck E. Cheese – a real human world place where people take their children for some unfathomable reason. It’s run by a rat! That’s one of the reasons he won’t play if Solomon asks him too. One time Solomon loaded a Chuck E. Cheese mod version of the game that he asked Levi to make, and Barbatos nearly broke the control from fright.

Luke

The game is a little too scary for his liking, but he still plays it occasionally – just not alone. He gets more paranoid and jumpier for a few days after he plays, but he’ll insist that he’s fine to keep playing if anyone asks.

He’s not great, but he’s still the best out of everyone at Purgatory Hall. He tenses up and just either goes wide-eyed or starts yelling at the characters in the game, but other than that, at least he knows what he’s doing.

Luke likes all the toy versions of the animatronics because they look cute, but the nightmare ones freak him out.

A wave of relief washes over him once he beats a game. He’s so happy that he can finally turn the game off.

Simeon

This poor man does not understand how to play – at all. He forgets which keys do what constantly, so he can’t react fast enough.

It’s a very stressful experience for him when he tries to play – all 10 minutes or so before he loses. Simeon doesn’t get scared so much as he just repeatedly asks what he’s supposed to do with increasing urgency.

Simeon would prefer to watch someone else play, but overall, he isn’t that interested in the game.

However, Simeon does find the lore and story interesting, so if he watches Levi or Luke playing, he’ll ask them questions about the plot.

Somehow, watching Luke play makes him more anxious than when he plays – probably because he doesn’t want Luke to lose and be disappointed.

Solomon

Solomon enjoys it because it’s supposed to be dark and scary, but it doesn’t actually scare him at all – barring a few cheap jump scares. Still, he kind of likes it.

Unfortunately, Solomon kind of sucks. Like Diavolo, he finds the game so amusing that he just chuckles when things get stressful. He’s the type to hear or see something spooky in the game and do nothing just to see what happens. Okay, so maybe Solomon doesn’t suck, he just likes to see how the animatronics are going to get him – a real “oh boy, I sure hope I die” approach.

Solomon loves watching Luke play. It’s hilarious when Luke freaks out – and it’s even funnier to watch Simeon get nervous on his behalf.

Unironically thinks the nightmare versions are cute.

Thirteen

She hates jump scares so much.

She played once, and at the first jump scare, she let out a stifled shriek, pressed esc, put her cat ear headphones down, and left the room (to go find MC, probably).

No thank you. She doesn’t need that stress in her life. She will not try that again. She might watch someone else play but only if MC is there to comfort her or if it’s to laugh at Mammon for being scared.

She’s not afraid of the game, per se, she just doesn’t like being startled. She thinks the characters are cute, in a way - like creepy cute.

Raphael

He thinks it’s stupid, and he doesn’t understand why it’s so popular. Raphael doesn’t care for gaming in general – but especially horror. He doesn’t want to simulate a stressful situation for no reason. If he wanted stress, he’d call Michael.

Raphael will try the game if Luke asks him to, and he does alright, but gets bored right up until he messes something up and dies. You wouldn’t even be able to tell he was in trouble. An immoveable frown sits on his face the entire time.

When Luke asks if Raphael would like to try again, Raphael tells him that if he wants a spear-free computer, he won’t make Raphael play anymore. The message was received.

Raphael will only watch if Luke, Simeon, or Lucifer play, and even then, he would probably pass most of the time.

Mephisto

He doesn’t strike me as much of a gamer, either. If he does play games, he’d probably choose games that are visually stunning and at least semi-relaxing, like Journey or Flower (probably Zelda games too).

He would play it if Luke asked him to or if he wanted to do research on it for journalism purposes.

Mephisto does relatively well, but he likes to investigate a lot, so he gets a bit distracted and takes it slow sometimes. Unfortunately – or fortunately – he has a habit of stopping after losing once. He’ll pick up the game again some other day, but once he loses, he stops that game for the day. On one hand, Mephisto does not allow himself to get pulled into games that he loses, but it makes his progress slow.

When Mephisto plays, he bounces his leg the whole time to contain his anxiety. He appears relaxed, but he flinches at jump scares and his eyes widen when he’s actively trying not to die.

He’s super into the lore – call it journalistic curiosity or just call him a nerd.

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mxsonxmountx · 1 year ago

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KA x pregnancy x new born

Word count: 935

Requested: Yes/No

Bold: Kepa

Italics: you

A/N: forgive me if the Spanish isn’t all correct, I used google translate.

also I combined these two together, since it would’ve been easier

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This was a game that you couldn’t miss, the final game of the season. You hadn’t miss one yet and you wasn’t going to miss this one even if you was 9 months pregnant and a few days overdue. You took it very easy regardless, you told your boyfriend if it was too much that you’d go home not like you wanted too but you’d have no choice. Baby shopping with Kepa always made your heart fill so warm and made you literally so happy, he’d do anything and everything for you and his first child. Early stages of the pregnancy you both decorated they nursery in a light lavender colour with white decor, you both decided to find out the sex of the baby and when you found out it was girl you was both over the moon. The contractions started at the 87th minute, you attempted to play it cool and somehow ignore the pain but your best friend Sophia could tell different. “We need to get Kepa off, let me get help” she said to you calmly but you could tell that she was freaking out “Sophia its fine, we have 3 minutes left, we can do this, I’ll be fine. He’ll be up here soon. I can do it” you smiled through the pain trying not give yourself anymore extra worry, Sophia made sure that the area was clear for a quick escape for you to go up the hospital. “Kepa, we need to go, I’m-” before you could even finish you had another sharp pain “por qué nadie me dijo?” (Why didn’t someone tell me?) “I wanted to but y/n wanted you to finish the game” Sophia said to your boyfriend with a slight forgiving smile. “Vamos princesa, íbamos a ser una familia de tres” (lets go princess, were going to be a family of three) and with that Kepa grabbed your hand, Sophia grabbed your bags to take to kepas car.

The drive to the hospital felt like it was forever but it was only 20 minutes, “Kepa please hurry, she’s coming” “Lo estoy intentando, ya casi llegamos, carino. Te amo” (I’m trying, we’re almost there darling. I love you.) When you both got there, your sister was already there waiting to help you out of the car whilst Kepa rushed to get you a chair and to inform the reception that you are in labour. Once you got onto the bed, you had your checks done and you was ready to push. “I don’t think I can do this, it’s too much for me” “puedes hacerlo, creo en ti” (you can do it, I believe in you) and with that you gave your biggest push that you ever give and within minutes your baby girl arrived. She was beautiful, hearing your little girl cried broke Kepa more than you thought it was. “lo hiciste, lo hiciste. Ella está aquí nuestra nina” (you did it, you did it. She’s here, our little girl)

Weeks passed you was adjusting to the new mother hood lifestyle and Kepa was already a fantastic father, you had lunch arranged with Sophia and your sister this afternoon and Kepa was desperate to take y/d/n out shopping to get her some new clothes, not like she needed anymore but you would never say no to him when he wanted to buy baby clothes. He sent you pictures after pictures whilst you was both out, it made your heart melt on how you’ve both made such a perfect little girl. When you arrived home you could smell dinner cooking and your favourite candle burning “I’m home darling” “hola mi amor, tengo la cena cocinado, el pequeno está dormido. La noche es nuestra” (hello my love, I’ve got dinner cooking, the little one is asleep. The night is ours) “I’m going to shower quickly my heels are killing me babe” “está bien, la cena estará lista en 20 minutos, carino” (that’s fine, dinner will be ready in 20 minutes darling). You went to your bedroom first to have a look at your daughter sleeping in her Chelsea baby grow which you couldn’t help but melt at, she was so tiny, the baby grow was slightly big for her but it made her look even more cutier than she already looked. After your shower you quickly did your skin care and went back downstairs to your boyfriend, having dinner all plated up in the dining room, candles lit and your favourite glass of wine waiting. “What’s all this for?” “nada, solo lo major para mi nina” (nothing, only the best for my girl) “I love you Kepa” “te amo mucho” (I love you so much). Once you both finished dinner, you were both equally tired and both fighter off the sleep so you called it a night since you had both families coming over in the following day.

Your alarm didn’t go off like it normally would, instead you woke up naturally. You gently went into you daughters room to see Kepa sitting in the corner holding your daughter in his hands talking about how you first met, you didn’t want to ruin the moment but you wanted to join them badly. “Good morning darling” “beunos días, le estaba contando a neustra hija cómo conoci a mi princesa” (good morning, I was just telling our daughter how I met my princess) he gently handed her over to you for feeding time and so he can get ready for the day. Still to this day you couldn’t imagine your life without both Kepa and your little girl.

#Kepa Arrizabalaga #kepa arrizabalaga x reader #kepa arrizabalaga smut #kepa arrizabalaga one shot #kepa arrizabalaga imagine #kepa arrizabalaga x y/n #Mxsonxmountx #kepa arrizabalaga x you #kepa insta au #kepa imagine #kepa arrizabalaga au #kepa fanfic

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thekinkyleopard · 1 year ago

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ICS

(Insane Clown Sneezing)

A Non-Canon Halloween Snz Fic Starring:

Alistar x Draeko x Kanai

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Drae Snz, 3-Sum, light Degradation

Description: ICP is holding a concert on Halloween night, requirements are all attendees must be in full Clown makeup. Alistar is beyond excited to drag his two roommates with him. Although, Drae is feeling under the weather, he doesn’t wanna disappoint the joyful demon, so he tries to hide it. Which goes poorly….for him.

Author’s Notes: The season of OC Halloween fics, CONTINUES! You’re in for a treat this round 🤤 @aller-geez owns Draeko & Kanai and did the art!

Practically zipping around the house with great fervor, the red headed demon gathered anything and everything he would need. Since he bought 3 tickets to ICP, three months prior, he has been collecting all kinds of great makeup to fit the part. The band explicitly said every attendee must be dressed in clown makeup as the concert was taking place Halloween night! Al was stoked, beyond stoked, he first of all, loved Halloween. A holiday where everyone acts scary and creepy? Sign him up for everyday. However, his favorite band on his favorite holiday? It’s like he didn’t even care what happened the rest of the year! “Nai! Ko! Get in here!” He called out to his roommates from the bathroom as he set up his entire station.

“Yes, Donnie?” Kanai asked curiously as he stepped into the room. Draeko following close behind, but much, slower. Alistar noted there was a slight pink flush across the smaller’s face but thought maybe nothing of it.

“Concert time!!” He held up the palettes of white foundation with a waggle of his brows.

“But it’s not for another 4 hours?” Kanai tilted his head with slight confusion. Why would they get ready so far ahead of the event itself?

“Yeah and makeup takes a while soooo let’s get cracking!” The anti-Christ insisted, rolling his eyes and setting the stuff down onto the counter now.

“Al…I….” Draeko tried to interject, not necessarily feeling all to up to any sort of makeup. Hoping maybe he could just nap before the concert. He was feeling a tad warmer than usual.

“Nope! It’s mandatory! Don’t be a bunch of fucking squares okay?” Alistar glared now turning sharply to point an index at the both of them.

“Fine,” Draeko muttered under his breath, feeling pretty defeated by the whole day. Waking up feeling like shit on a holiday is never anyone’s favorite. Except, maybe Al.

“Okay,” The hell hound spoke flatly, shrugging his shoulders knowing it was pointless to disagree with the redhead.

“Awesome” shining a sparkling grin across his now smug face he began to blat carelessly at the white makeup onto a sponge.

Draeko quickly lifts his hands up into the air in front of him. “No worries! I can do my own,” his time at the circus proving useful as he very much was a master of a good clown look. However, he was mostly insisting because if Al go too close to his face, he’d notice for SURE he was sick. So instead he quietly painted his face as Alistar struggled to get Kanai to be still.

All in all it took the group a good few hours to get the right look they were going for. Alistar having had ti redo his own three different times trying to get it perfectly like every other fan would.

“Damn, we look fucking GOOD!” Finishing up the final touches, the Ruby eyes glaring over everyone through the mirror he slid his shirt over his head and look at himself back and forth.

“This looks fairly strange,” Kanai admitted while staring blankly at himself in the mirror.

“I think I look kind of cute,” the mutt chimed in with a softened smile, looking himself over and even adding a bit of glitter to the corners of his mouth.

“Alright let’s get on the road then shall we?” Alistar asked, walking out of the bathroom and grabbing his keys and wallet. They’d all adorned one of Al’s ICP shirts, and slicked their hair appropriately, there wasn’t much more to do.

“The venue is 20 minutes out, shouldn’t we wait til it’s closer til?” Nai chimed in yet again with a curious tone laced between his words.

“Kanai, concerts require some extra time for parking and getting wasted before the show…’Mon now,” Al had to inform his friend, shaking his head back and forth with a smirk. Almost like this was supposed to somehow be common sense to the other.

“Alright then, are you ready to go Draeko?” The hound realized the debate was worth less than the win, so he simply let it go before turning to their pet.

“Y-yeah I’m good to go,” but he was in fact not good to go. Since this morning he woke up, there’s been a terrible terrible storm brewing within his head. Like he’d slammed it into a wall several times the night before. His sinuses were stuffed, but not at the stage of leaking. Just discomfort in breathing. Truthfully on the outside, you couldn’t necessarily tell he was coming down with something soon to take him out of commission. However, he also wasn’t going to alert either of his mates, it would go one of two ways. Either A: Al would immediately want to induce his sneezing and have his way and miss the concert or B: Al gets grumpy and decides to stay home, making a mess of him later anyway when he’s not so mad. Or maybe hate fuck him. Either way, it usually ended with a dick in his ass. Willingly. He did love when either male decided to take advantage of his vulnerability.

Yet, he wasn’t willing to throw away a good experience for the Anti-Christ, knowing well how much he loved ICP. Least he hear about it for the rest of eternity. Alistar narrowed his eyes and looked the other up and down. Something was off. Definitely off.

“Mmkay…s’go!” Alistar swiftly turned on his heels and waved them to follow as he stomped his way out the door and out to his obnoxious 1977 Pontiac Firebird, black with flames all around the vehicle. The other two shuffled behind him at a medium pace before stopping a few feet from the car. He had painted ICP album covers over his windows for the concert. “Doesn’t the transportation device look great?!” He turned to look at his roommates.

“It does, Alistar, I wasn’t aware you could produce art so well,” the hound complimented his friend as he analyzed over the pieces of art work over the car now. Draeko nodded in agreement.

“I love it!” Mustering up his best fake brilliant smile he could. He wasn’t not excited about the car. Or concert. Or experience! He just wanted to lay in bed. He wanted to feel better. His body only got hotter, and heavier the more he dragged it out.

“Thank you thank you, alright, now let’s get on the road!” Alistar unlocked the vehicle and hopped into the passenger allowing Kanai to help pull the seat up to allow Draeko into the back while he road shotgun. Shutting the door behind him he looked over at Alistar.

“Are you going to get drunk tonight?” The mutt asked curiously, looking through to the red head from the rear view mirror.

“Oh, absolutely” the anti-Christ snickered, on hand on the wheel, the other fishing for his pack of cigarettes.

“Hm…what’s that like?” Kanai asked curiously, looking over at his best friend and watching him struggle to dig the pack out of his pocket.

“It’s like…I don’t know man, it depends on the person but it makes, the unhinged version of someone come out of their brain…you know? Like normally I wouldn’t fuck a human sober, but drunk? I might if I’m desperate enough,” he chuckled loudly watching the road loosely while successfully fishing his pack of cigarettes out. Kanai simply hums lowly to himself as he considers what the feeling must be like.

“So, it’s a good feeling?” He asked cautiously, almost like he doesn’t believe that what Al described, could have a positive outcome. While the demon was lighting the stoge he pulled out and hung on his lips, he shrugged.

“Yeah, man, you can try it out tonight at the show it’ll be a good holiday to break in Nai’s first time being drunk!” Alistar cheered by holding his lit fag into the air in a fist pump before bringing it back down to his mouth.

“Drunk Kanai? That should be interesting,” Draeko giggled from the backseat, Al shining a gaze back to grin at the mutt. Their eyes locking for a moment before the demon went back to watching the road.

“Al, please open the window if you’re going to smoke…it smells horrible,” the hellion griped as he dramatically wafted the oncoming smoke back from wence it came.

“My bad,” cracking open his driver side window to redirect the fumes out the side of the car.

“Hey so, who’s opening for ICP?” Draeko asked curiously peaking through between the seats of Kanai and Alistar.

“No idea I planned to skip it at the alcohol station,” the demon snickered as his foot pressed harder on the gas. Impatient to get where they were going.

“Oh…WELL, I guess I’ll just look it up then,” Draeko rolled his duo colored eyes with a giggle.

“What is an opener, Draeko?” Kanai looked back at the mutt through the rear view mirror, who was scrolling through the Ticketmaster website on his phone.

“It’s the band that plays before the main band, sometimes there’s one or a few !” He explained with a gentle smile before he got very quiet. The motion within the car and looking at his phone made the hybrid all too aware of how god awful he felt. His stomach churned and he blinked a few times ahead of him, looking away from the screen. Kanai cocked a brow as he was still observing the smaller.

“Are you okay, Draeko?” The hound asked cautiously, curiously.

“Y-Yeah just a…” he clears his throat gently from behind a closed fist. “Car sick is all,” trying his best to shake it off.

“I have hydration up here if you would like some?” Already leaning forward to try and grab one of the many bottle littering the floor of Al’s vehicle.

“Has that bottle of water been sitting in the car for multiple days?” Drae asked almost unamused as he was sure of the answer.

“It’s quite possible,” the hound mulled over the truth of the answer, trying his best to present all the facts he was aware of about said bottle, to the mutt.

“No thanks,” he responded almost as flatly as Kanai usually would.

“Oh, okay, hopefully we will be at the venue soon, then you can have fresh hydration,” the hellion nodded simply. Alistar chuckled taking the last drag of his cigarette and tossing it out the window like a grade A dick.

“Yeah, we’ll be there in about 8 minutes,” his words came out sharply as he exhaled the last cloud of smoke from within his lungs and reached over for the volume on his radio. He has it plugged in to his phone using a cassette tape convertor. “For now let’s pre game!” The red head grinned turning the music up loudly, singing along while he drove through, switching lanes almost recklessly now that the music flowed.

“My Axe, is my buddy…I bring him when I walk…me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk!” Alistar now slapping to the beat on his steering wheel while the other two in the car made a quick exchange through the mirror. Glancing back at each other with their multicolored orbs, and a slight smirk on Draeko’s heated face.

“Their music is very violent!” Kanai tried to speak over the volume to which Al looked over and cocked a brow.

“What??” shouting out back towards his friend before the hound reached forward to turn the knob and decrease the volume. “Hey!” He frowned over at the other now.

“I said, their music is very violent,” repeating himself, as he was instructed by the /what?/ response from his friend.

“Duh! Humans are violent, ICP is the only REAL band out there speaking on true human impulse, sure there’s other artists that bite the brand, but THEM?” He exhaled sharply through pursed lips. “That’s real, I respect that. Humans being honest about what they are….vile, violent creatures of selfish nature,” smirking with a cocky laugh to follow before reaching the venue parking lot line. “Fuck there’s hella people…” he grumbled.

“I wouldn’t say all humans are like that by nature, Alistar,” Kanai chimed in, returning back to the previous conversation.

“Yeah, okay,” he scoffed back at the other while focusing on where the hell to even park in this shit storm of vehicles and walking attendees in full clown attire. “Oh man everyone looks so good,” the excitement rising within his voice as Draeko watched the demon practically light up like a Christmas tree.

“There’s a sufficient parking space, Al,” the hound pointed toward an empty spot, the red head spotting it quickly and making his way in, aligning the vehicle before tossing it in park.

“Good eye, Nai! Alright let’s get fuckin stupid!” Al flung open his door and hopped out the car, pushing his seat up for Draeko to get out. Now that they were finally here, the mutt was finding it harder and harder to ignore the shitty feeling that was burning inside of his body. He wobbled getting out of the car and tagging slowly behind the two demons as they made their way through the lot and into the venue entrance, standing in line. He felt woozy and his nose was starting to feel familiarly uncomfortable. God, why today? Why did this have to happen today of all days?

Kanai was quietly observing the other attendees of the concert, obviously and shamelessly looking them up and down, despite the weird looks he got. Alistar was busy eyeing down the security, and the line to get inside while Draeko continued to try and avoid facing either, behind them. He felt his nose starting to unleash a downpour, and this was already going to cause a huge issue.

If his nose leaked, his makeup would run. However, if he rubbed his nose, his makeup would get smudged. It was a double edged sword he wasn’t sure how to approach. They got closer and closer to the front of the line and he was teetering on the edge of release. “Okay almost there, I got our tickets,” Al said taking his cell phone out and pulling up the proof as they got up to the scanner.

“K,” the guard said after checking the validity of Al’s QR code. The three of them slid past and the red head immediately eyed the bar. “Time to get fucking wastedddddd,” he cheered throwing his hands up into the air as he grabbed both Drae and Kanai’s wrists.

“Oh…uh..Al, I’ll meet you guys there I have to pee,” he lied through his teeth and the demon could have easily sussed that out but amongst the fellow clowns, juggalos and decorated venue it was hard for him to spend even a second paying attention.

“Alright cub…sounds good,” releasing the smaller’s wrist, bobbing his head back and forth to see the assortment of beverages and whether or not there would be, event particular specific drinks available. You know like an ‘ICP’ drink; Ice, Cognac, Pineapple. Or something clever at the least. Draeko sniffled lowly under the many sounds echoing within the building, the sound muffled in space as the mutt slunk away to the bathroom, yes, but not to pee. The little mutt slammed into a stall and began to blow through his nose, and mouth in a pixie like fit.

“Ihh’gxxnt’iiew! Hh’NDK! K’GNSH!” He tried to reserve himself at the very slightest, covering his mouth with his open palms only finding smears of white makeup and saliva left behind when he looked down. “Hhnnn…” he groaned with discomfort. “Hihhh’GXXT!” Another lurching the base of his core, spraying across the bathroom stall, a sheen layer of saliva glossing his lips. He wiped at them subconsciously.

“Bless you!” Someone called out from within the space of the bathroom. Not a voice he’d ever heard, so he assumed just a stranger trying to be empathetic. However, it made him blush none the less.

“Th-thank you!” He called back with a slight smile on his face, happy to see that humanity wasnt all bad. Suddenly, he reached in his back pocket for his cell. Turning on the front facing camera he looked over his makeup and frowned as half the white foundation used around his lips and chin had been smeared off now. Hm. This is exactly what he was afraid of. Worse yet, it looks like he’s been just going around sucking dick or something. This wouldn’t do. He couldn’t let them see him like this.

He stuffed his phone back in his pocket, grabbed a few handfuls of toilet paper, also shoved them in his pocket and walked out of the bathroom. Looking around he saw the merch table which was a steady way across from the bar, it would be perfect. He could already see the back of their heads, slamming down shots. Draeko skittered into the merch line, trying to see if by chance, they were selling face paint. His orbs scanning over the many items available he saw it. A cheap clown makeup set for sale…$30?! Jesus…how do these people sleep at night. Regardless of the ridiculously inflated price, he would just have to pay it if he wanted to keep his secret under wraps. His eyes heavy as he swayed in the line, trying to keep himself from blacking out under the pressure pounding inside his head.

On the other side of the venue was Alistar, and Kanai, with a round of 15 shots in front of them both. They were 5 shots each in, already.

“I don’t understand why humans make those movements and faces when they drink these? They’re quite delightful..” the hound spoke while holding one up to the other in a cheers, before knocking it back without a flinch.

“No, cause seriously, I fucking love rotten veggies and fruits, Alcohol is ours right? Dad did that? My dad…not yours…” chuckling with a slight slur to his inflection and Kanai cranked an eyebrow and thought about it.

“Logically you would think, however, wasn’t your uncle the one who could turn water into wine? Is that not alcohol?” Back to this age old question; is alcohol of the devil? Or God’s creation. A question they’d had for a long time since coming to earth.

“Yeah but that’s pussy alcohol, Uncle J couldn’t turn water into fuckin Jack Daniels,” pointing to his best friend with a very serious index finger.

“You make a point,” tipping his head, Kanai considered this before throwing back, another shot. “I think this should be my last then,” he spoke easily after swallowing down the mess of liquor.

“There’s…1,2…345678….1011…14 shots left!” The red head exclaimed before pounding another back himself. “13 shots left!” He corrected himself immediately with a side smirk.

“Okay, Al, but I won’t be held responsible for who or what I may do with that much alcohol in my vessel tonight,” shrugging his shoulders, the demon divided the rest in half. Swiftly without much hesitation, both of them began to toss each one into their mouths.

“Oh I’m counting on it, buddy, Sincerely am,” the crimson eyed demon grinned ear to ear, the makeup only making him look more sinister as he did so. Al followed swiftly behind, drinking each shot back with ease before there was nothing more than a graveyard of empty glass. “Shall we find our pet then? Get a good spot in the crowd?” Kanai began to slowly feel the dawn of alcohol dusting over him and he nodded, in a quiet response while following behind the red head. Alistar was adamantly searching for the smaller, a bit different in this dark and crowded setting.

Draeko was purposefully stuffed behind a corner trying to replace the makeup he smudged before he could be seen again. Luckily, as cheap as the set looked, it didn’t take much product to get him covered up again. He slammed the compact shut and stuffed it in his pocket before looking himself over in his camera. “Okay…everything is fine,” sighing with slight relief but that was far and few in between, because the heat of the added bodies against his own feverish one was starting to make him weak in the knees. Fighting back against the slow deterioration of his skeletal structure and well being, Draeko stepped out from his cover and began his own search for the two men he came with.

It was only a few moments before he saw the tall demons, scanning the packed crowd for, presumably, him. Locking eyes with Kanai, he smiled and waved his hand weakly, flagging them over, Drae was already in the middle of the crowd by the time they made it to each other. “Hey squirt,” Al ruffled the smaller’s already messy with thick gel, hair. Slightly regretting having done so.

“Hey, get your drink on?” Trying to remain casual, collected while speaking to the two demons.

“Yuuuuup, can already feel it, ‘hat bout you Nai?” The hound was looking very intently at the small mutt, studying, analyzing his face. Something was up, he could tell by just how casual the other was trying to be, it more or less made it obvious.

“JUGGALOOOSSSS AND JUGGALETTES! NOW PRESENTING OUR MAIN COURSE, INSANE. CLOWN. POSSEE!” And as the crowd began to shove and push at the three of them, it broke their conversation and caused Al to wobble aimlessly back and forth. “Whoa fuck, let’s try to get to the front,” gripping both of his mates by their wrists again he shoveled them through the crowd so the demon could get as close as possible, managing to get them to the barricade. “Fuck yes,” his hands clasped the metal as his bright eyes stared with amazement up ahead.

Draeko started to sniffle and snub quietly, trying to hide behind the tall red head in secret. He could tell Kanai was on to him but he wasn’t able to hold back his worsening symptoms. As the lights dimmed, and gave him a slight advantage, he rubbed his throbbing nose on the back of his hand, impatiently throwing it in tight, rough circles and once again, smudging his makeup. As the music began to blare and the intro started to play, Al watched closely for Violent J, and Shaggy to run up on stage.

Kanai was not paying any sort of attention to the stage set, or even the excitement in his friend’s face. No he was much more intrigued by the little mutt stuffed between them, trying to keep his face from hidden few. Reaching downward, slowly with alcohol oozing past his usually respectful demeanor, the hound gripped Draeko’s chin and slowly turned his head. Now facing each other, he could see the dripping line of snot reflect off the flashing lights of the stage, which seemed to fuel something deadly inside of him. He cocked an eyebrow.

Draeko looked up at Kanai with an essence of innocence, though he was taken by surprise when the hound lifted his face. “Don’t tell…” he mouthed and pleaded with watering eyes, before he realized there was something sinister living behind Nai’s gaze. Drae swallowed. Sniffling weakly. Kanai smirked simply, his index finger now traveling down the other’s chin to his chest before gripping his shirt tightly and pulling him into his chest. Leaning his large body he whispered into the back of Alistar’s ear.

“Our pet has been hiding a secret from us,” and even though, his favorite band was finally playing, the music was bumping and the vibes were almost immaculate enough to immerse the red head. He slowly, eerily, turned on his heels and looked directly downward to see the sniveling male tucked into Kanai’s chest. He looked up now at his friend with a smirk.

“Oh?” He mouthed unable to be heard. Without much movement from either of the two larger, Kanai simply continued to hold that slanted grin across his normally stoic face. With a sharp, almost violent twist, he turned the small mutt to face Al, and with an aggressive grasp of his open hand, turned Draeko’s jaw upward to expose him.

His makeup was smeared around his nose and mouth, nostrils exposed and visibly chapped, his lips quivered as tear stained, white cheeks bursted into flames of embarrassment. How could Kanai expose him like this ? He felt more than vulnerable in this current state, but as his head was turned into an upward position to look up at Al, it also opened him up to the photic pressure of stage lights. The flashing of the stage decor proving to be too much, and his small frame shook before he finally lost control. “Ehh’Gxxtch! GSH’IEw!” It hit Alistar across the neck by surprise, the other not quite tall enough to decorate his perfectly dressed face.

“Oh Ho? Good eye,” The red head spoke out loud, though it seemed to be eaten by the sounds of ‘In My Room’ playing loudly amongst them, Kanai could read lip his best friend, loud and clear. “Shall we?” Raising a mischievously red brow. He was met with a hungry, almost darkened gaze from the other’s heterochromiatic orbs. Wasting no time the two each took one of Draeko’s sweating palms and rushed him through the side of the crowd, crimson eyes scanning every and any venue available to turn their pet inside out.

“Backstage?” Kanai pointed toward the far left area, guarded by two large men but Al smirked devilishly before nodding back behind to his friend.

“Got it,” the three approached and immediately the guards were ready to stand their ground, but one heated look from the red head and a few moments in time, Al was synced in.

“We have VIP, we are allowed back here, no one else is permitted to follow or open the dressing room lounge,” he stated the following as if the red head had been working there this whole night, and almost to confirm he had, the security both nodded their heads, stepped aside and allowed the three to pass through the curtain. Once behind the stage, there were many people buzzing about, and otherwise not paying much mind to the group. They slid their way past the hall to the dressing room with a very large star plastered on the wood of the door.

“Eh?” Raising a cocky, yet satisfied brow back at his best friend, Kanai, raised his own back in confirmation. The three of them slid inside the room, locking it closed behind as it was almost immediate that the atmosphere changed. Each demon turned to face the mutt who’s cover was now, incredibly blown.

“Ok…HGNXT! Wait…” he tried stifling the incoming brew, while also giving himself adequate time to explain himself and his disposition.

“See? Keeping secrets,” Kanai shook his head, folding his arms across his chest as the alcohol within his system began to outweigh this normally stoic, and calm demeanor. He was almost, hungry, glaring Draeko down as the mutt snuffled loudly.

“No! K’GNSH! ehh’Gxxtchh! It’d nod lig thad!” Waving his hands about himself frantically in front of his body, as he was backed into a wall by the hovering men he swallowed nervously, wiping at his nose with his sleeve.

“I don’t know….Nai…it looks like there was malice behind this decision, what do you think?” The darkness only spreading between the two, feeding off each other now. A dangerous position to be in.

“Definitely, what good was he providing by holding back on you? He knows what a delightful treat this is…” Kanai’s tone was so different, it brought chills down the hybrid’s spine, the hairs on his arms raised as the hound stepped into him. “Why would you withhold a treat from Donnie, hm? Pet?” The hellion rarely reduced him down to an owned vessel, but something about it now…was making his already reddened face hotter than before. Kanai lifted Drae’s chin with his index and thumb, pinching him with a tender squeeze as he forced his eyes up into the ceiling light.

“I-…d-didn’t— hihh’GXXTsh’iiew! H’GXTSH’ue!” It ached and itched, staring into the brightness only forced the sneezes out faster.

“Oh but you did,” Al clicked his tongue, slowly undoing his belt now with an echoing clank that bounced off the walls of the dressing room.

“Nai? Present him,” he looked over at the other, almost with boredom behind his eyes, but a much darker hint of mischief hiding within.

“Rightfully so, Donnie,” the man responded before swiftly, his hand let go of Draeko’s chin only to grip him in one swoop by the neck. His fingers tightened before forcibly dragging the mutt to his knees, turned around now so he was facing Alistar, Kanai standing behind as he forced the smaller’s face up to look at the red head.

“K’GNSH’iiew! Wait I— ehh’GXTTCH!” An assault of fine drizzle dusting the air and spaces between he and the demon. Alistar grunted like a feral animal, only wishing to have been closer to the casualty of spit.

“That’s gonna feel real good on my dick…no covering… make your hands useful,” his head nodded in the direction of the hell hound watching intently behind Draeko’s kneeling body. The pink and mint haired sniffling mess nodded, wiping his hands off at his thighs. “AHT, you can’t rub my mans dry like that…come on,” Drae whimpered with slight embarrassment, being used for their pleasure and entertainment, he wriggled helplessly for friction where he kneeled.

Cupping his hands in front of his mouth, the mutt blinked a few times, before directly looking into the light above Al. It felt like static trickling from the inside of his brain down the center of his nostrils. “H’h…”

“That’s right cub, go on,” Al bit his lower lip with anticipation, Kanai working his own belt and zipper while they waited for Draeko to blow.

“Hh’NDKT’ih! H’GXXTsh’uh! Plead….” The mutt whimpered for mercy as his eyes wept and his nose reddened. The spray came out in a quick explosion, moistening his hands, but when Al looked down he shook his head.

“More,” now the navy haired man spoke, his voice sending a chill down the center of Draeko’s spine.

“But I— Ihh’gxxnt’IIEW! Ehh’gxxtch’IEW! K’GNSH! HN’GSH!” This time a wave of messy saliva came ricocheting off his lips and into the fleshy pit of his cupped hands. Now as they glistened under the harsh lighting, the red head smirked with satisfaction.

“Much better,” Al looked up to meet his gaze to Kanai, they both grinned at each other, something Kanai never does unless…he’s being mischievous.

“Excellent work, Ko…” the hound praised the male kneeling in the middle of them. The alcohol burning in his veins as it only made him thirstier for more, dying to hear the other squealing in a puddle of his own miserable symptoms. Draeko nodded as his nose dribbled slightly, the red head reaching down to wipe it away with the back of his thumb then across the fabric of his jeans.

“There you go, cub,” smirking before he began to fully unsheathe himself from his pants and boxer briefs to expose his hard length to Draeko’s pouting and swollen mouth. His hands already reaching one to grip Kanai’s also now freed length, and Alistar’s. Twisting his body just slightly to get the right position. He started slowly slicking his salvia covered hands over each cock, squeezing as his fingers pressed tenderly into their veins.

“Hnn..hh’…” trying to fight it off as his focus was trying to make the two men feel good, though his head was forcibly shoved back, reunited with the breaking overhead light and a rough voice.

“Out with it,” Kanai licked his teeth impatiently, hips very slightly meeting each motion. His fingers tightening with the other soft strands of hair.

“H’GXTSH’ue! Hihh’GXXTsh’iiew! Hh’NDKT’ih!” Draeko sprayed a mess of saliva all over the brunt of Alistar’s well kept red bush. Droplets of spit living within the soft hairs there. The demon groaned, they both did, watching the mutt’s wet mouth pout up at them.

“You’re so god damn sexy,” Alistar growled low from within the base of his chest. “Nai? Assistance?” His gaze switched up casually to meet with the other’s equally lust filled gaze.

“My pleasure,” he responded before directly forcing Draeko’s gawked mouth forward toward Al’s twitching length. Taking the scene in at hand, Drae knew what was being demanded of him.

“H’gxNT!” Draeko ate the sneeze, stifling to keep it at bay as he then was faced with Al’s waiting length.

“Nah, give your Master a good one before you suck…go on,” he licked his lips while red orbs gazed down at him hungrily. The pink and mint haired male nodded with tears welling in his eyes while the tickling sensation of torment prickled up his sinuses, and his reddened face could hold fast no longer.

“K’GNSH’iiew!!” It blew out all over the male, and before he could even shut his lips and wipe his face clean, the demon shoved his cock clear down the hybrid’s throat, making him gag slightly at the sudden pressure.

“Gooood…don’t forget Nai…” his words came out staggered as he tried not to be selfish in this. Kanai’s thrusts getting faster as he watched the scene unfold.

“Hmm impossibly he’s doing very well…however the hand is getting almost, boring,” he considered the options as he stepped back. Drae looked up at Al, over at Kanai but inevitably his eyes rolled backward when the large hound grabbed him by his haunches and properly propped him on his knees. “I’m very interested in being inside that warm little entrance of his,” almost like a salivating dog, Kanai could no longer find the right threshold for responsibility. Ripping the male’s jeans down his ass and pooled at the ankle.

“Hnn~…” Drae moaned, but as he felt Alistar’s length slipping in and out of his throat, he found it was not a solution for the consistent itch. For the never ending boiling prickle that fought its way to the surface. “Ggg…” he gargled around the anti-Christ’s cock, whimpering when he felt Kanai push both his cheeks apart and a very warm, wet object was tickling at his hole. The hound’s mouth closing around it, sucking, and penetrating the puckered space with his tongue.

“Look at you, sicker than a dog, but still happily taking cock from your owners…..you’re such a good slut,” Al nearly purred with the words dripping off his lips, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his makeup. The white foundation starting to crack and break through the other’s furrowed brows. Draeko’s makeup long smeared a while back, but as snot and tears trickled down leaving clear streaks across patches of misused white, both the hellions found a very interestingly new Fetish on board.

“Maybe we should put Drae in makeup more often,” Al laughed. Kanai pulled back from the smaller’s ass if only to respond and align his own length as he looked up with a darkened grin.

“I like that idea…it looks…delicious while it melts off his face,” there was something behind the grey hellion’s tone. It wasn’t the usual monotonous sound, void of emotion. This was something scarier, like a creature that had been living inside him all along. Void of any consideration as he usually held, this was the sound of something sinister. Alistar chuckled, grinning deeply at the other.

“Good to see he’s still in there,” referring to the natural demon within them both. The hound nodded with an ominous grin displayed over his features, and with a quick spit into his hand, he rubbed it over his length, and without a second to consider, shoved his way past the tightened ringlet. Draeko felt himself filled to the brim, trying to keep his concentration, but he could only press his forehead to Al’s hip bone. His hand worked, and pumped, his tongue lapping and licking desperately but he was so full. His nose. His ass. His mouth. So full. He whimpered weakly and both the hellions chuckled through breathless grunts.

“H’GXTS—!” But as it was flying out mid sneeze, the demon shot his cock back down his throat to feel the tightened contraction and choking struggle of Drae’s throat around him. “G-STXH!” Gagging behind the red head’s length, drool trailing down the sides of his mouth, eyes blood shot as he rocked back and forth between his mouth and ass being filled by either demon.

“Oh this was a great idea, Nai, I’m so glad you caught on….” the anti-Christ grunted through his tense jaw, they both lifted their arms and clasped their hands together. Now both of them using the force of Drae’s holes like a seesaw as they made eye contact.

“It’s even more incredible after the beverages…” Kanai chuckled breathlessly, before grabbing his best friend by the back of the neck and pulling him in for a long heated kiss. It was a tangle, a collection of bodies, tongues and sweat. Whoever was to come in here later was going to be displeased with the musky, hot scent of sex drenching the air.

Draeko’s body trembled, and fought against the natural instinct to collapse under these two larger men but he wasn’t raised a bitch. Instead he only planted his knees harder and worked to bob his head at an increasingly noticeable speed that caused the red head to moan deeply into the navy haired man’s mouth. “H—ah…” Kanai separated their kiss only to lean back and put a ton more force behind his thrusts. Kanai’s hands gripping tightly to the mutt’s hips, digging into the flesh with possession, while Al’s hands were buried and tightly gripped to the smaller’s sweating strands of hair.

“Im gonna fucking …..bust…fuck…” Alistar grunted as his back arched, his thrusts getting desperate while Draeko’s wet face looked up with pleasing green and grey eyes. Almost begging to be filled up like a Twinkie from both ends.

“Alistar….Im…” the hound trying to get his own warning in, but at the time both demons struggled to keep their orgasms at bay, Drae, too, found himself in a particularly demanding obstacle. He needed to sneeze, again. His throat was shoved to the brim with cock, he would choke, surely. His brows folded inward and he did his best to fight against the forcible hand that just kept shoving him back down. Alistar pushed himself until no more could physically go in, and he bursted hot seed straight down the mutt’s mouth. As his orgasm rocked him, his grip loosened which gave the hybrid the perfect opportunity. He pulled his head back and out it went.

“ehh’Gxxtchh’iew!!!” There was a mixture of cum, and saliva that came out in a mistral cloud in front of him, spraying across Al’s slowly draining length, and as he watched Drae suffer with his nut leaking out his sneezing nostrils. He couldn’t help but smirk in satisfaction as well as starting to notice Kanai getting more erratic. Watching closely as well to the other’s weakened disposition. It was enough to send him over his own edge.

“Ha…hhh—…” the hell hound stammered before his ecstasy consumed him, spilling deep within Draeko’s hole, he nearly slumped over, had he not forgotten where they were.

“Fuck…we should probably clean up and get the fuck out of here before…” a jiggle of the handle, and swift knock on the door.

“Hey who the fuck is in here?” The familiar voice of Violent J could be heard by them all from outside the door.

“Holyshit…It’s J…” the redhead whispered nervously as he fixed himself, looked in the mirror and started fixing his hair as well.

“Do you plan to fuck J as well?” Kanai asked curiously, wondering why there was a sudden need to impress as he slowly pulled himself out of Draeko and began to tuck himself away.

“No….I mean….you think he would?” He turned around suddenly, almost, a little too hopeful.

“Uh…guys dod’t mead to be a bubber but we godda go home,” Draeko snuffled softly as he finally wiped at his nose, and mouth with his sleeve, though staining it with the blackened marks of makeup.

“Correct, we should get the fuck outta here,” Alistar nodded before doing a double check that everyone seemed….as decent as they could. It was pretty damn clear Draeko got his entire body defouled but Al and Kanai looked relatively normal…despite the smeared makeup from when they kissed. Regardless, Al opened the door and opened his arms wide as if he knew the two artists standing behind it.

“J! Shaggy! Nice to meet you! Big fan!” The demon winked trying to distract from the fact the other two were trying to shuffle their way out of the room.

“Who the fuck are these clowns?” Shaggy asked his musical counterpart with almost a look of pure annoyance.

“Fans?” J looked back just as confused z

“Excuse me gentlemen, sorry to bother, my friend is a big fan, but realistically we just wanted to fuck our pet back here, all is well now,” Kanai clasped his hands around each wrist of his roommates and quickly pulled them out of the dressing room, down the hall, and out the back exit toward the parking lot.

“Did they just….say..?” Shaggy turned to J both of them bewildered and confused as the three misfits made their way from the scene of the crime.

“I missed the concert….but I love cumming,” the demon shrugged. “Plus I get to hear those cute kitten sneezes all night and possibly all week, BONUS, I met the band, so how can I even be mad?” Al snorted before slinging an arm around his best friend’s shoulders. “Good game in there,”

“Agreed…however, my head is starting to hurt rather badly now…I think the alcohol may be turning sour on me,” his grey hand came up to fondle and massage at his aching temples.

“We will just stop and get another bottle, you’ll be fine…we gotta pass out candy and scare the kids anyway,” Alistar started fishing through his jeans again to find the car keys. Quickly pulling them out in order to get the vehicle unlocked.

“Al…snddfff…cad you aldo picg me ub some chiggen noodle soub?” Draeko being the first to climb back into the car, he lazily flopped against the side of the backseat, curling his legs up to his chest.

“Yeah, I can pick you up some soup, kid,” Al responded simply, getting into the driver’s seat and looking behind at the mutt through the mirror.

“Danks…” he sniffles again before they all pile their way back into the car and make way for the rest of their, sickly Halloween.

The End

Author’s Notes: I’m sorry I’m laaaaaaate! Truthfully I didn’t wanna post without the cover :T Geez is my bread and butter. Hope you guys enjoyed a bit of a feral Kanai 🥵

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gregorio-loves-art · 1 year ago

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My thoughts on ninjago ships!

Just finished dragons rising and wanted to give my thoughts on the ships cuz that’s what holds my attention the most lol. I have both canon ships and fanon ships that i see a lot.

Nya/Jay

I literally love them with all my heart! They work so well together! All of their little interactions just make my heart happy. Their dancing in prime empire, their fist date in season 1, Jay’s proposal, and every other little thing. They are the the best ninjago ship in my opinion, but they are not perfect. I fucking hate the love triangle in season 3! It is so stupid. It comes out of nowhere! I, in general, hate love triangles but this is the worst. Not only was it entirely unnecessary, but it makes all three characters look bad. It makes Nya look indecisive, jay look hella whiny, and Cole look like a jack ass who only wants Nya so that Jay can’t have her. Back to the positives tho. I think the shows writing is at its best when their ship is a focal point. For a long time, sky bound was my favorite season( I know I know). It often gets a lot of flack for the ending, but that is one of my favorite parts. The idea that after all is said and done, only the two of them get to remember this massive Journey makes it all the more special. It’s about them, for them, and only they get to remember it. Seabound quickly took the top spot as soon as I started it(I honestly don’t know if this is a hot take or not, but Nya’s character arc was just so good!). The finale made me sob so uncontrollably, it was a little scary. Jay not getting a real goodbye was so heartbreaking. Seeing how content Jay was after they saved her despite the fact that he was actively being sent to prison is the kind of love I want!

Zane/Pixal

What can I say other than the fact that they are perfect. I mean they literally share a heart for Christ’s sake! If anything, they are to perfect and can be a bit boring, but that is barely a complaint. I will say that I didn’t like how long Pixal was trapped in Zane’s head, but other than that I love them. That scene in Compatible was so unnecessary but so fucking good!

Kai/Skylor

I really like them together. They don’t have enough screen time together which makes it heard for their relationship to develop. Honestly, Skylor in general is underdeveloped. She should have just joined the main cast after season 4. They have good chemistry, have cute little interactions, and are adorable to watch. I just wish she was around more. I was hoping that something more would happen with them by the end of crystallized but nothing really happened. I hope she comes back for dragons rising and has a good storyline, and hopefully some resolution with Kai.

Lloyd/Harumi

No. Fucking no. I hate Harumi. This ship is so dumb in the context of the show. Let me stop now before this turns into a whole rant ( a Harumi rant is for another day).

Lloyd/Akita

I’m actually very fond of these two. I will admit that they don’t get to spend enough time together, but it is still really cute! I hope they find each other again in dragons rising.

Cole/Vania

While I think Cole is definitely queer coded, still find these two cute. Maybe Cole is bi? I also like the idea that Vania is non-binary. Very cute together and I hope that they are endgame

Misako/Garmadon

What can I say? I’m a sucker for these two. They are cute old people who admittedly have a LOT of issues to work through.

Misako/Wu

No. Just no. I honestly hate wu and the idea of him and Misako being a thing is weird. It is wrong on both parts. Just all around stop.

Non/Questionably Canon

Any combo of Kai/Jay/Zane/Cole/Lloyd

While there is nothing inherently wrong with shipping these characters, it just gives me the ick. The fact that they all call each other brothers makes it weird. And it’s different with Nya cuz it’s not like Jay calls her his sister. And shipping any of them with Lloyd is icky for the obvious age reasons, I mean they literally knew him as a 10 year old. But while I don’t like any of these ships, Cole/Kai is the least upsetting.

Pythor/Aspheera

They are funny I guess, but pythor is def gay.

Pythor/Skales

Skales is an honest man and a loving husband who would never cheat on Selma thank you very much!

Wu/Faith

I can 100% see it. There is obviously an age difference. But maybe if faith comes back as an older women after some weird time thing related to the merge or something, then it could definitely work.

Dareth/Gayle Gossip

They are cute I guess, but they are beyond an afterthought

Ronin/Nya

Gross. Just stop

Dareth/Ronin

I can’t explain it, but I love them so much! It’s just hilarious and makes me laugh. It’s cute too.

Kruncha/Nuckal

They have been a married couple for 1000 years. They know each other so we’ll and complete each other. Perfect. 100%

That’s all I have. If you have any other ships that I didn’t mention or a ship you would like me to expand on them let me no.

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safetycar-restart · 1 year ago

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The marc reply is still making me so happy, it was fabulous!!!!!!

So trying to recreate my Fabio ask.

That bike sucked. That season was no fun.

So in a ds au Fabio would probably have needed to chill a bit (I mean hes already started training for next season full on), but that man who runs a lot and very fast probably needs to be very very exhausted to chill.

So how would his dom exhaust him? Not sure your limit but think Fabio would probably enjoy some pain. Not bondage when hes this jittery, that comes later.

But like edging, perhaps remote controlled vibe, perhaps sensation play? Spanking or flogging? And then all the orgams until Fabio is dried out and relaxed, perhaps a bubble bath and can then be bundled into his favorite hoddie and be all cuddly with his dom.

Also ds au with Marc and Fabio together or with a dom were you interested in that? Cannot remember or find.

Hope all is well on your end <3

Cheers 🏍 anon

oh my god yes. Firstly, I'm so glad you liked my sub!Marc!! I absolutely adore writing for motogp (lads if you like motogp... send me some thoughts and I will answer them embarrassingly quickly I am so gone for the two wheeled vroom vroom). And I love these thoughts so much!!

So firstly, yeah poor fabio is so pent up after the season!! My immediate thought was maybe that after the season ends, you planned to spend a few weeks away from each other just enjoying some downtime. Because you're still just his team dom by this point, so all your time with him is technically working, and you deserve some time off from managing fabio.

Except.. except fabio only manages three days before he's calling you in tears because he can't relax!! He thought being at home with his close friends and getting to have some fun and sleep in and just enjoy himself would work but it didnt. He's still just as tired and stressed and worked up as he was when the season ended AND now on top of that he also misses his dom!!

Just poor fabio crying on the phone with you because it turns out that no, he can't go a few weeks without you. He knows you deserve time off, but your relationship hasn't been strictly professional for months now, so you can't expect him to suddenly stop viewing you as more than just a team dom.

Needless to say, you leave your holidays to go to him, promising your friends and family that you'll be back soon (and realistically that you'll be back with fabio because you're almost certain he won't be leaving your side again).

So you get to Andorra and it becomes very clear that he just desperately needs you to completely drain him, making sure he's absolutely exhausted and then he'll be able to curl up with you and actually relax.

I think the best way to start this is actually tasks? Fabio is, of course, a very very good boy and also a very horny boy, but he's also often almost skittish? If you go straight into a sexual scene there's a high chance he'll feel exposed and scared, especially with him so wound up. You have to ease him into it.

So, after you've been attack hugged at the airport and clung to on the drive back (fabio brings tom with him just so that tom can drive and he can attempt to melt into your chest in the backseat), you start him off with simple, easy to accomplish tasks. First, you have him unpack your suitcase for you, and then you praise him when he's done, kissing his cheek and calling him the best boy. He starts to get all giggly and soft, beginning to fall back into that soft, subby headspace where you can properly wreck him.

Then, you have him a run bath for you and while you bath, he's in charge of making lunch (something very simple that he couldnt possibly mess up, to ensure you'll be able to praise him after). And then, of course, you hand feed him lunch while he kneels for you.

By the time lunch is finished, you've got him right where you want him, all soft and subby and half hard because he hasn't been taken care of in a while.

It's so so easy to let him curl up in your arms and push his sweats down enough free his cock. That's how he gets his first orgasm, spilling over your hand and whining against your neck, shaking in your arms because it's so overwhelmingly good and he hasn't felt so safe and so good since the season ended.

You take him back to the bedroom after that, and that's where the real fun begins. He needed to cum at least once first or else he wouldn't even be able to calm down enough for you to wreck him.

He's so smiley when you get him on the bed, immediately getting on his hands and knees so you can stretch him out properly. You decide to tease another orgasm out of him then, listening to how he whines and cries and how his cum drips down onto the bedsheets. His arms shake but he manages to stay on his hands and knees, because he's a very good boy and he listens very closely to all his instructions.

That's when you start spanking him, giving him a pillow to hold onto and then making sure his ass is nice and red. You spank him until he's sobbing in the pillow, his body shaking as he cries into the pillow because it hurts so much but feels so good and he's so deep in subspace and this is exactly what he's been needing.

You push him as far as you can, until he's about to collapse and then stop spanking him. The moment you tell him the spanking is over, he falls face down into the bed, completely spent.

Then, you settle down against the headboard and gather him into your arms, ignoring how he hisses in pain when his ass brushes against the bed until he's once again sideways on your lap. Then he gets one more soft hand job, this time you praise him the entire time, encouraging him to cry as much as he needs to. He sobs into your neck, feeling so good and so safe and also so overwhelmed. All his pent up anger and frustration dissipates entirely.

He's in subspace for two days after that, just a happy subby thing curled up with you and finally getting the rest he needs.

(Sidenote: I would love to do poly!Marc/fabio in the d/s au and I have a couple thoughts, especially around the idea that fabio introduces Marc to his dom because he can see how much Marc needs a kind caring dom to lean on)

#sub!fabio #fq #nsfw.#gn!reader #soft soft vibes #d/s au #🏍

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vonlipwig · 1 year ago

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tagged by my dear friend @appleteeth <3

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favourite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason. <3

First fic: A Little Dramatic - a Hot Fuzz fic which I stopped writing after one chapter. Accidentally abandoning WIPs is a running theme for me.

Last fic: Are You There, God? It's Me, Aziraphale - my Good Omens Season 2 Fix-It fic. I have a part-written companion fic from Crowley's perspective languishing in my google docs. Will I finish it? Who knows (probably not).

Only once: Honestly, most of them. I only have 11 fics published on AO3 and 6 of them are a one-time-only fandom post. It's not that I go through hyperfixations/fandoms quickly; it's more that I can seeminly only write if I'm properly ~inspired~. If I can't write the thing in one or two sittings, it's not getting finished. Don't blame it on the good times, blame it on the boogie ADHD.

Favorite fic from the fandom I've written in most: Urgh. OK. So, I have 3 Stardew Valley fics and, I'm not going to lie to you all, they fucking suck. That's not even me being performatively humble - they are Not Good. So, I'm not really proud of any of them. I'm keeping them up because I don't really like deleting things, and I haven't orphaned them because I believe in standing by my mistakes. But yahh boo we hate you.

Fic I wish more people read: check my spelling, wring my neck - my Alone Rangers fic. The potential readerbase for this is incredibly niche to the point that I am genuinely surprised it has just over 100 hits - I honestly believed it was going to tap out at 20. I mainly wrote it for my friends on discord but I think it's quite good and I'm rather proud of a couple of the jokes in it.

Fic I agonized over: you pulled me into focus - as yet unfinished but NOT ABANDONED Ghosts Patcap AU WIP. I continue to agonise over it because it is unfinished and I want it to be finished. I have the final three (ish?) chapters planned out and part-written. The engine is revving but the handbrake is on. Someone please help me.

Fic that sprang fully formed: 'cause you're in my brain, taking up space - Viago/Anton WWDITS fic. The only not-one-shot that I've ever finished. Sure, it's only 2 chapters but that's not the point. The point is that it whizzed out of my brain over 4 days with very little straining involved.

Work(s) I'm proud of: Are You There, God? It's Me, Aziraphale - I'm more proud of this than anything else. I'm not sure why. I just think it reads well. I think I did an alright job in trying to emulate the narrative style of Good Omens.

I'm going to tag @ghosts-of-love @oatmilktruther @bucketsofodo13 and @edandstede <3

#tag game

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jjtheresidentbaby · 5 months ago

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˚. ❝₊˚ blue band-aids ❞ ˚₊·

» five hargreeves & lila pitts

» on my ao3 | word count: 1k+ | rated: gen

͟͟͞꒰➳ excerpt: They blink into the academy’s kitchen and Lila can already see the sheen layer of tears built in Five’s eyes waiting to fall. Her heart cracks, she knew it was too soon to take him on a mission, they’ve only been back in 2019 for a few months and Lila’s taken over The Commission’s missions on her own to let Five adjust to being where he’s been fighting to get it.

» a/n: set after season 3 but not in the new world that we see

» warnings: little!five, caregiver!lila, hurt/comfort, minor injury, crying, mentioned canonical violence, pet names, canon divergence (five & lila knew each other pre canon), autistic five but it’s just implied

They blink into the academy’s kitchen and Lila can already see the sheen layer of tears built in Five’s eyes waiting to fall. Her heart cracks, she knew it was too soon to take him on a mission, they’ve only been back in 2019 for a few months and Lila’s taken over The Commission’s missions on her own to let Five adjust to being where he’s been fighting to get to for so long.

“Shh, it’s alright sweetheart, I’ll clean you up.” Without thinking Lila props Five up to sit on the counter, grimacing looking at his bloodied knees and busted lip. Thankfully the rest of the Hargreeve siblings don’t seem to be home and she’s able to grab the first aid kit from under the sink without interruption.

“This will sting but I need to clean the dirt out.” There’s only a meek nod as a response, Five reaching to clumsily wipe the silent tears rolling down his cheeks and looking away before Lila swipes an alcohol pad across the cuts on his knees.

They were in a parking lot trying to kill off some nobody office worker, but what was supposed to be an easy job to ease Five back into working quickly turned sour when the dude pulled out a gun of his own. Nobody at The Commission warned Lila that the man she was going after happened to be a trained boxer in his spare time and a lover of guns, it took Lila just as off guard as it took Five. The job ended after a brawl between Lila, Five, and the man- all three of them weren’t making things easy.

Guilt eats at Lila as she works on applying ointment to Five’s knees- she hadn’t seen that he was slipping into headspace until the gun went off and the man was dead in front of them. He watched her kill him. She feels sick. Five was doing so well for the past few days and he kept assuring Lila he could handle the job, that he wouldn’t slip, that everything would be okay and she should just trust him- Lila regrets listening to him. It’s her responsibility to make sure he’s safe and taken care of, at least while he’s little, and now she just traumatized him even more than he already is.

“What color?” There’s a small shake in her voice that she admittedly ignores, holding the multicolored box of band-aids out for Five to choose. Blue, predictable, she makes a mental note to buy another box of these types of band-aids next time she goes to the store. She’ll have to write down the brand name before she goes, it’s the only kind that Five tolerates having on his skin for more than two minutes.

“Very good choice.” She smiles and finishes up laying the band-aids over his knees.

“M’sorry.” Five mumbles with his head down and hands fidgeting in his lap.

Carefully, moving slow enough that Five can deny her touch if he wanted, Lila cups his cheeks and turns his face upwards to look in his eyes. It always amazes Lila how soft and tiny Five can come across, fifteen year old body aside, he’s never been gentle or anything close to it and yet he looks delicate in a sense. There’s no clenched jaw or paranoid edge in his eyes, he’s staring at Lila like he trusts her to take care all of that, that she can handle it for him and he doesn’t need to worry about it.

“You have nothing to apologize for munchkin, you did nothing wrong. I shouldn’t have taken you with me.” The nickname earns her a light blush and faint smile, the tears on Five’s cheeks drying and his breathing seeming decently normal. Thank god.

“I wanted to go.” Lila hums, taking a wet paper towel to dab at the sticky blood on Five’s lip.

“You could’ve gone on a simpler case.”

“You didn’t know that guy would be like that.” He argues with that cute little pout Lila absolutely adores and can’t help smiling at.

“I should’ve done a better background check, trusting The Commission wasn’t smart of me.” After growing up in the company one would think Lila would learn how to do things properly, and she would too, but it’s different with Five here now.

It was one thing when they’d work together before he ever time traveled back to 2019 the first time and the only time he’d regress is back at a motel while desperately trying to hide it from Lila until it happened enough times that she got him to reluctantly let her take care of him— now he’s been regressing more and more, trying to cope with three apocalypses, being more open with Lila taking care of him but still hiding it from his siblings. It’s more vulnerable now, there’s more trust between the two of them, and while that terrifies Lila it also makes her feel forever grateful that she’s who Five allows to see this side of himself.

“I wish you didn’t have to work anymore.”

The deal they made with The Commission to get back to 2019 instead of being stuck in Reginald’s world wasn’t one anyone was jumping to agree on but Lila told the Hargreeve’s she’d handle most of the cases assigned to them so they could try and live a normal life. Five protested that even more than Diego did but in the end there wasn’t anything he could do to change her mind, so instead he said he’d join her, but Lila’s been avoiding that as long as she could.

“I know munchkin, me too.” She soothes and runs her hand through Five’s sweaty hair, peeling it off his forehead to be laid back how it’s supposed to be.

“‘Miss you when you’re gone.” He admits quietly, eyes falling away from Lila’s in embarrassment.

“I miss you too, always.” More than she probably should. It’s just hard to leave Five at the academy knowing nobody else knows he regresses and wouldn’t be able to help him if he needed it, even Diego doesn’t know despite how hard Lila’s pleaded with Five to tell him as she highly doubts he’d react badly to it.

“Up?” Five’s arms outstretch towards her and Lila happily complies hefting him up to her hip, it’s easy with her super strength she can mimic whenever she wants.

“How about we go change and take a nap, hm?” There’s a tired hum in reply as Five’s head lolls against Lila’s chest and his eyes flutter. He’ll be out in minutes the second she gets them laid in Five’s bed; they can talk more when he’s awake and big again, for now she’ll soak in the peace of Five cuddling into her.

#jj writes #the umbrella academy agere #caregiver!lila pitts #little!five hargreeves #five & lila #five hargreeves #lila pitts

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vanitas-no-carter-fanfics · 5 months ago

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hello! i think it'd be interesting to see how vanitas and noe would deal with hot summer weather/changing seasons,,,trying to cope with it myself right now lol,,

if that's too vague, then it'd also be nice to just see what they'd do on a trip to the beach, and how they'd spend their time there <3 (with or without a reader character is fine! whatever's easier to write!)

I'd be more than happy to write this scenario! Currently it's winter for me so it would be nice to write about hot summer weather in these cold days.

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Noé and Vanitas had travel and while it was for their investigations on who is making vampires turn into blood thirsty and mindless beings. While they finished up on their lead which was left on a dead end where Noé suggested to Vanitas they take a moment to look at the new sights in this new location. Vanitas was at first reluctant but eventually agreed.

They walked through the town and looking at some store but very quickly they noticed the weather getting more warmer. But at first they ignored it but slowly they realised their grave mistake in wearing their three piece suits. They had themselves taking off their coats and having it hanging over their arms. Both men not wanting to admit their mistake. As they continued to walk they noticed how the towns people were on the same wavelengths while their pair of eyes search for shade. The sun was high in the sky and the afternoon sun was unbearable to walk. Noé glanced at his friend finally giving in "Maybe we should change..." he suggest quietly as he looked around "I think we will enjoy this place if we were more comfortable" Vanitas pulling at his button up with a fluffing motion, his vest unbuttoned to get some kind of cool air. "I suppose your right" Vanitas said reluctantly.

The two disappeared into a store and came out completely changed. Noé wore a simple shirt and short with some sandals. His clothing folded in the store bag he bought. He felt significantly better. Vanitas on the other hand walked out in something similar but he had sunglasses and a hat plus a small fan, his clothing unlike Noé's folded clothes his were scrunched and stuffed into his own store bag.

After some time they found themselves a spot in the shade by a fountain. The cool air of the water in the fountain helped cool them down along with the shade that the trees provided around them. They had not expected it to be this hot but at least now they had a bit of a break from the heat, where they were so used to the high buildings from where they were from where the weather often was cold and gloomy through most of the year. They hadn't realised that the seasons was changing into summer. But at least they were enjoy the changing season in a new place. They were seated eating; Vanitas was eating an ice cream while Noé ate a nice Crêpe with lots of strawberries and blueberries with cream. They both enjoyed their snack by the fountain. The two had a moment where their looked at one another and just smiled.

#vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas #noé archiviste #vnc #anime and manga #anime #manga #fanfiction #vnc vanitas #vnc noé

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thefangirlrant · 2 years ago

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Season 2 is less than 24 hours away!

Before the premiere, I wanted to quickly jot down (in no particular order) some things I hope to see in this new season.

1: Parents. The whole time rewatching season 1, I kept thinking, “where are these kids’ parents?” 😆 Even when Ichigo is taken to Aoyama’s house as a cat, his parents are no where to be found. Mint and Ichigo at least mention their parents, but we never see them. Now, we do have confirmation that Ichigo’s parents will make an appearance in the first episode (about time!), but I really want them to explore the other girls’ parent situations.

2: More backstory for the other girls. We’ve gotten some for Mint already (but I won’t say no to more), and Pudding has at least had her siblings introduced early on, but we have virtually nothing for Lettuce and Zakuro. Those two were snubbed in the manga and OG anime too, so I really hope they don’t get the shorter end of the stick yet again. Give us Lettuce’s brother! Seiji got to be a prominent side character, why can’t Uri?

3: I want the follow up to the IchiRyou scene in episode 2!

Ryou has to walk her home (for whatever reason, it doesn’t really matter why), and he has to apologize, it was such a huge moment for his character development in the manga, and if they throw it out, I’m going to riot (ok , maybe not riot, but I will be very upset, and this version will lose points for me)!

4: I want a birthday episode. I know that’s really random, but I just want it 😆 Since this seems to start at the beginning of the school year (so like mid April in Japan), Ichigo’s birthday is out, and probably Lettuce too. The next birthday would be Ryou in June, which I think would be hilarious, because he totally seems like the kind of person that would like to ignore his birthday, and it would be funny to see the girls (and Keiichiro) make him celebrate it! 😆

That’s assuming we didn’t pass his birthday (because season 1 does seem to end around June, given the rain, and the fact the Mint only has a couple days to decide if she’s going to an American school), in which case, the next birthday would be Pudding. That could be a lot of fun!

5: More original episodes that help expand the story and develop all the characters better. In other words, I don’t them to try to finish off the series in this season, I want them to take their time, then they can wrap things up in a third season. There was so much build up to Mint using the Mew Aqua rod, that I feel it would be too fast paced if the other three all used the rod in the same season. The mid season climax can be Lettuce using the Mew Aqua rod, and then the season finale can be Pudding using it; season 3’s mid season climax can be Zakuro using the rod, and the finale would obviously be the fight with Deep Blue. Then we can have a season 4, where Berry actually gets introduced properly, and the story isn’t a rushed mess 😅 Maybe we can get a movie adaptation of the PS game and see Ringo animated. And then we can end the series with an expanded ReTurn; and since we start the series with them all (except Pudding) in high school, we can end the series with them graduating, and Ichigo and Aoyama actually getting married. In fact, I hope they don’t end the first series with the mock wedding, because I feel like an actual wedding would be a much better pay off (as much as it will hurt Ryou’s little heart 😭)

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jerzwriter · 2 years ago

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Sunday Six 12.11.2022

Giving a little peek at some upcoming holiday fics. I have some for Ethan x Kaycee, Tobias x Casey, and even for Eli x Zoe in WTD world. Plus, one OH / TRR crossover that I've had so much fun working on.

There are no sneak peeks for these, but these works are coming up in the weeks ahead.

I'm wrapping up Tobias & Casey's wedding this week - two parts are remaining, the night before and the day of their wedding.

Vegas 3 will also be out this week. I know, I've said it before, but I MEAN it this time. :)

I am really excited to embark on two angsty series by month's end, Reset for Ethan/Kaycee and Where it Goes From Here for Tobias/Casey. I miss angst something fierce. lol

I'm sooooo anxious to get to the core of my HC for Eli & Zoe in Wake the Dead, but time hasn't been a friend, and I don't want to rush it. But part three of A Mother's Journal is coming, and I'll admit, it's getting angsty as fuck. Mostly because we know what lies ahead.

I also think all the couples deserve some new year's smut... hmm.... anyway, I've blabbed enough. Here are some sneak peeks!

A Very Mixed Up Christmas - OH - Ethan x Kaycee

Ethan and Kaycee were putting the finishing touches on dinner, unsettled by the relative silence in their home when there were… well… so many relatives present.

“Ethan,” she whispered. “What do you think is going on?”

“Regarding?”

“Your Dad and Naveen were acting all weird before. Now my parents have disappeared too. Usually, they’d be helping us or in the living room chatting.”

His brow furrowed as the realization dawned on him. “You know what, you’re right…and look… they’re on the balcony!”

“The balcony! It’s 30 degrees today!”

Ethan dried his hands with a dishtowel and walked toward the sliding door.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving them from hypothermia… and getting to the bottom of this.”

Unnamed Christmas Fic - OH - Tobias x Casey

"Thanks for coming with me," Tobias whispered, his wife looking at him with questioning eyes.

"Where else do you think I would be?"

"I just know... well," he motioned around, "this just isn't your scene."

"Hmmm. And being married with a baby on the way wasn't your scene once either, was it?"

"No," he chuckled, "It most certainly was not."

"But you're happy now?"

"Do I really need to answer that?"

"Nope. I'm just saying, life changes for both of us... for the better."

Unnamed Holiday Fic - TRR/OH Crossover - Ethan, Kaycee, Tobias and Drake, Liam, Olivia

"OK, you need to stop!" Kaycee ordered, closing Ethan's laptop in the hopes that would do the trick. But it sprung back open just as quickly as it had been closed. She turned to Tobias with desperation in her eyes.

"T, please! Get him to stop!"

"Stop? I just went out to get munitions, dear! This is war now."

"Face it, Kaycee, you're outnumbered. The only question that remains is, are you joining our ranks... or are you on the other side?"

Unnamed Holiday Fic - WTD - Eli x Zoe

Zoe stood on the deck taking in the bucolic setting that surrounded them and made a mental note to thank Troy for what seemed like a ludicrous idea less than a year ago. Who knew that Red Meadows, would be their home; and who knew that the young woman who was cold when it was seventy degrees would come to find winter to be her favorite season.

It wasn't the billowing snow that covered every surface, blanketing a horrid world in a sort of peace she had never known. It wasn't the way it glowed like an enchanted forest in the moonlight. Most would believe it was because zombies were all but non-existent this time of year, and she would admit having that one huge worry lifted from her brought a relief she couldn't express. But it was more. Looking inside the lodge as the residents of the new colony conversed, imbibed, laughed, and played games... she had found something she had always longed for without knowing what it was. She had found a home.

She could feel the tears building in her eyes, this life would be unrecognizable just months before..., and she was so grateful, yet so still so wracked with guilt because the one person who enabled all of this to exist wasn't there to share it with her. Lowering her head with a deep breath, she was about to surrender to the torrent of tears building within when she felt a hand gently pulling her near.

"I knew I find you here," he whispered.

He always knew where to find her. And like magic, he knew when she needed him most.

#choices fanfic #open heart fanfic #wake the dead choices #ethan ramsey #tobias carrick #eli sipes #some trr this time too #cfwc sunday six #sunday six #sneak peeks

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 14/10/2023 (Drake's 'For All the Dogs', Nines' 'Crop Circle 3', Lovejoy)

Content warning: mentions of sex, violence, anxiety and SO. MUCH. DRAKE.

Kenya Grace’s first chart hit is also her first chart-topper as “Strangers” hits #1! It’s a pretty big week, with or without Drake, and this is REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

Rundown

As always, we start the episode off with our notable dropouts, which as I always explain are always the songs exiting the UK Top 75 - which is always what I cover - after spending five weeks in the region or peaking in the top 40. “Always” by Bon Jovi is not included, but we do see the loss of some 2023 hits like “TRIPLE THREAT” by Headie One, K-Trap and Clavish, “Slime You Out” by Drake featuring SZA (thanks to the three-song rule - though it’s a toss-up whether this one will actually come back), “Tension” by Kylie Minogue, “Feel It” by Jazzy, “TELEKINESIS” by Travis Scott featuring SZA and Future, “Speed Drive” by Charli XCX and “Little Things” by Jorja Smith, as well as some old songs that won’t go away temporarily going away, those being “Dog Days are Over” by Florence + the Machine and “Someone You Loved” by Lewis Capaldi.

What’s always infinitely more interesting are the gains, of which there aren’t all too many this week. We do see the biweekly return of a Fleetwood Mac song with “Dreams” at #73, and then for our notable gains, we see boosts for “Escapism.” by RAYE featuring 070 Shake getting what must be a third or fourth wind at #54, “Back on 74” by Jungle at #30, “I Remember Everything” by Zach Bryan featuring Kacey Musgraves at #29, “Stick Season” by Noah Kahan at #28 and “ecstacy” by SUICIDAL-IDOL at #26. I’m not really complaining either, most of these are great songs. Finally, in the top 10, Sonny Fodera and Clementine Douglas grab their first ever top 10 hit with “Asking” at #10, also granting MK’s his second as a credited artist - it did surprise me how he’d only grabbed one before.

This week’s top five on the UK Singles Chart consists of two Drake songs at the tail: “IDGAF” featuring Yeat at #5 - yes, seriously, Yeat is in the top five - and “First Person Shooter” featuring J. Cole at #4. Otherwise, we have “greedy” by Tate McRae at #3, “Prada” by casso, RAYE and D-Block Europe at #2 and of course, “Strangers” at #1. Now to run through the new songs, of course finishing with Drake but starting far from it.

NEW ARRIVALS

#75 - “Lil Boo Thang” - Paul Russell

Produced by Sean Cook

I am getting older. Not too quickly, and I’m still young but I am aging gradually like everyone does. I also feel like I’m getting a tad more sociable, a bit more willing to put myself out there. This song samples “Best of My Love” by the Emotions, a classic disco track that is used extensively and liberally in this new song. It peaked at #4 in 1977, and I’m not THAT old, not that being old enough to remember the hits of 1977 would make my criticism less valid or anything. Hell, this song does have some new things about it - it’s not two minutes thanks to TikTok attention spans, and he makes references to the NBA 2K games - though even those are 24 years old now. Yet despite that… I think I want to hug this guy at a wedding we’re mutual invitees of, ask him about how his life has been since I last saw him a couple years ago, and make 15-year-old in-jokes we’ve had since we went to school. Everyone has an inner middle-aged person in them, I think this song takes it out of me. It’s been bubbling up for a while and it is pure joy. The guy can barely sing but it doesn’t matter because of the fast, rap-like melodies and the delightful jazzy soundbed, as well as that undeniable groove that may be very plastic, but still gets me excited. If I heard this at an outdoor party full of those 35 and over (and sadly, their kids), I’d have to go to the back and to the front. The bridge with him interpolating the Emotions sample and the computer-esque vocoder just to tick of all the boxes is adorable too. This song is cute, it’s a jam, you young whipper-snappers just wouldn’t get it.

#60 - “TLC” - Digga D

Produced by P YouGotThat

Now we have a streak of four songs somewhere in the middle of the chart which I honestly don’t think I’ll have a lot to say about, not because they’re bad but because these are chart regular appearances just doing business as usual, and isn’t the album entries from Nines and Drake we have coming up, or a newcomer like Paul Russell, or a general oddity like a heavy rock song charting, which we will see later. It’s just business as usual, and this is especially true for Digga D. He is still on his whole late 90s-early 2000s US rap throwback style, this time directly sampling “Bumpy’s Lament” by Soul Mann & the Brothers, probably better known as the loop Dr. Dre used in “Xplosive” featuring Hittman, Six-Two, Nate Dogg and Kurupt, which appears on the iconic 2002. Whilst never released as a single, it’s a pretty iconic beat, and is still certified silver in the UK. Is it a good song? Well, not really in my opinion, at least outside of Nate Dogg, who improves every track he’s on tenfold, so maybe Digga D’s more subtle use of the sample under extra layers of horns and a particularly gross-sounding drill beat can do something more interesting with it? Yeah, not really, the hi-hats sound like fruits sticking to each other in the fridge, and Digga D is usually at least a bit more energetic than this. God, he’s actually one of the more lively UK drillers, but he says in the chorus how tired he is of fame, and it shows. This is a pretty depressing song if you consider that… well, it would be if he did anything interesting outside of that chorus which adds less potency to his flexing, sex bars and mockery of dead teenagers than I think he wants it to. This is just sad in a pathetic kind of way. At least the sample’s cool.

#59 - “Hey DJ” - Joel Corry

Produced by Joel Corry, Neave Applebaum and Punctual

Hey, Joel, I think you missed a feature credit somewhere. You may have dropped it on your way to Spotify, I believe you mean to credit Roc Star on the vocals? No? Okay, well, she’s about as faceless as she is nameless in her performance anyway, in a pretty typical Euro-trance throwback that at least has the cheesy synth builds and a pulsing Cascada-esque feel to it all, even if the washes of white noise and ambiance get a bit much since they’re not very aptly blended into the song, it just feels like the synth pads are full of flat air. In fact, flat would be a pretty apt way of describing this entire song. It’s a shame because I have a fondness for this kind of sound, yet this feels a bit too tight to work in that context, and way too unabashedly cheesy to work in any other.

#41 - “Me & U” - Tems

Produced by Guilty Beatz

Those of you who read my 2006 episode will know I am a big fan of the Cassie song of the same name, which of course isn’t sampled here, it’s just a coincidence. This is a much more chill Afrobeats single from Tems, and one thing that stands out to me at first is the opening line to the first verse: “For me to come out, it must mean I am at the door”. The continued sense of agency surrounding her relationship in the first verse and intro seems to erode in the second verse, as she makes herself a blank canvas for her lover. The sliding guitars and fluttering percussion, feeling almost manic in rhythm, really accentuates that something is deteriorating… but not necessarily in a bad way. Tems’ agency and self-consciousness dissolves not as a result of manipulation but simple comfort over hours and hours of being together with them, inferred by the constant chanting backing vocals intertwined into the beat and the really perhaps-too-repetitious lyrics. He still needs to prove himself though - she needs faith and he needs to show her some substance before she can fully be part of his “matter”. It’s a hypnotisingly cute mutual love song and of course, whilst I’d prefer a more climactic bridge or a chorus that consists of more than four words repeated ad nauseam, I completely get why the song is that way, and it kind of works for me. Not fully, but it’s close - this is good.

#39 - “You & Me” - JENNIE

Produced by Teddy Park

Oh, how I wish these two songs weren’t separated by “Calm Down” on the chart. Regardless, JENNIE may not seem like a chart regular but she is from the group BLACKPINK, of which we’ve heard solo efforts from before, with LISA, ROSÉ and JISOO all charting solo songs, and I actually liked all of them, some more than others, so I was excited to hear JENNIE’s addition to the BLACKPINK solo canon. Well, again, it’s not close to another song of this title I much prefer - this time by Disclosure - but it’s still okay. Perhaps stuck in 2019 given the vocaloid sample that provides much of the backing melody alongside the charmingly dated synths, snap percussion and JENNIE doing a bit of a Selena Gomez impression, but that’s not my least favourite era of pop, and the shimmering slide into the pre-chorus is a smooth, inspired transition that… oh, my God, they did it again. This is just like when I heard ROSÉ’s “On the Ground” - it starts off as an above-serviceable pop song before dropping into chaotic, almost industrial synths that have no reason to be there but elevate the song to really interesting territory, especially given the screech of those synths, factorial percussion and glass smashing that transforms this chorus from sounding completely sincere to either being a falsehood - kind of implied by the lyrics about not wanting to fall in love - or just grimy and sexy, and given the rap bridge about not blocking his “shots” and promising that she’ll be his last love that just looks better on her, yeah, I’m guessing it’s the second, and the bass-heavy devolution into a swinging screech not dissimilar to a bad squeak really sells it. This is a pretty damn great song, definitely not what I was expecting and whilst it won’t last, I think at least I’ll keep listening to this one.

#37 - “Toxic” - Nines featuring Bad Boy Chiller Crew

Produced by ProdByDizzy, I Don’t Rap I Dress and Babycashy1

Those have got to be some of the worst producer names I’ve seen in recent times. Anyway, UK rapper Nines released his second album of the year with Crop Circle 3 - it reached #2 on the albums chart and we have two consecutive songs from it year. This one… well, it has the Bad Boy Chiller Crew on it for some reason. This does mean that they bring their style of blissful bassline production, with that wispy pitch-shifted vocal and twinkling keys shifting over the 2-step production. It’s a jumpy, bouncing beat with some cute sound effects and popping intricacies I can appreciate. The BBCC guys are just as they always are, but they fit the beat and ride it well, with their typical laddish delivery. Nines, however, still has a single flow and takes himself too seriously, so he is completely out of place despite carrying the hook! Every time the song gains momentum leading into the chorus, you get this sloppy rendition from Nines instead of any of the BBCC fun translating from the verses. That’s not to mention his droning, off-beat verse either. “I went jail and got bigger, like when Mario jumps on the flower”. Really? You make words sound good for a living, how is that what you come up with?

#35 - “I Do” - Nines featuring Tunde and Mugzz

Produced by Show N Prove, Jacob Manson and RJ Cherry

The amount of features on this album should be telling of what purpose Nines serves in UK rap. This is also much more typical Nines fare, with the whispery ad-libs, quick trap skitter, bad vocal mixing and dull deliveries from everyone involved, especially Mugzz who has nowhere near enough character to handle a basic chorus like that. To be fair to the producers, the wiry G-funk synths are pretty unique, and to be fair to Tunde, his flow is a bit better and more energetic than the others, but I’m picking at straws. There are no surprises to be heard here.

#27 - “Normal People Things” - Lovejoy

Produced by Psylla

Indie rock band Lovejoy are back with their newest single, and it’s probably their most concise, heavy claustrophobic jam yet. The song starts with the words “panic attack” and continues to sound just like you’d expect a British panic attack to sound like, with that tedious riff rinsing its anticipation over frustrated drumming, as Mr. Wilbur Soot delivers one of his least kept-together performances so far, with anxious lyrics, odd sampling and a lower-register moan that digs him well below the ground. The chorus propells the song further into anxiety, as despite the initially cathartic riff, Soot ends up gravelly whining the “hold your breath” mantra before a rapid screeching acceleration that brings us to the… kind of cringeworthy bridge. There’s one thing I don’t like about this song and it is the distracting nature of the lyrics, which is to be expected with Lovejoy but still doesn’t work nearly as well as it did in their EP from earlier this year, not because of a lack of subtlety but because there’s less to the song’s progression here. It’s difficult to swallow when it’s further contained in a two-minute single, but it’s still not far enough to make this song not click. It’s still good, still give it a chance, but I feel they have better stuff coming soon.

#6 - “Virginia Beach” - Drake

Produced by 40 and Harley Arsenault

Drake’s latest #1 album For All the Dogs is a bloated feature chock full of corny, misogynistic lyrics, depressively murky production and song ideas so frail they have to be confined to obsessive beat switches. It’s also my favourite Drake album. Outside of being comically pathetic and largely an embrace of that gross side of Drake he’s always at least tried to put up a guise for in the past, it’s also a damn good pop-rap album with unexpected turns, infectious hooks, smooth feature performances and hard beats as well as some genuinely touching lyrical moments, at least when he wants to bring them in. I won’t talk about the album at length here because this isn’t an album review show and we don’t know what else may be coming to chart in the coming weeks from it. So I’ll keep it pretty brief for these tracks, especially since they’re all good but not particular favourites off of the record. This is the opening track, generating much of its buzz from the fizzy Frank Ocean sample off of the filtered guitars and strings that coalesce into one melodious murk quickly snapped into place by a weirdly-mixed trap skitter and Drake’s loose, desperate complaining about this girl probably half his age who he, for whatever reason, is not with anymore. He’s off the lean and refusing to treat her better, despite the fact that she already has a boyfriend at the point she’s seeing Drake. He’s a complete douchebag in full nasal whining mode until the second verse which actually does a pretty cool switch-up by filtering the Frank sample further and introducing a looming synth as Drake continues to rap some of his corniest relationship bars yet. It’s “on sight like WWW, on site like dot com”? Sure, Aubrey.

#5 - “IDGAF” - Drake featuring Yeat

Produced by BNYX and Sebastian Shah

This is barely a Drake song. Most accurately, this is a Yeat song with a lengthy intro using warping progressive electronics wired behind a sample of trinkling pianos, beautiful sax and mystifying vocals provided by jazz band Azimuth, that has little purpose other than to be subverted as soon as Yeat comes in talking about having sex over a completely alien rage beat. Yeat’s vocals are modified beyond coherency at some points, he’s showered in ad-libs, and most importantly, he’s not Drake, who delivers a completely serviceable, one-take verse that quickly gets overshadowed by Yeat… kind of going off, in a uniquely Young Thug way, where you’re not impressed by any lyrics or flows but you are impressed by just the continued violent refusal to stop rapping. Nothing is said of any interest - of course not - but it goes hard enough, it has that extraterrestrial tone to it, and the completely incoherency of Yeat is actually quite a fascinating refresher from the track that precedes it, that being…

#4 - “First Person Shooter” - Drake featuring J. Cole

Produced by Coleman, Vinylz, Tay Keith, Boi-1da, FNZ and OZ

The two heavy-weights team up for the first time in over 10 years and of course, Cole runs away with the fantastic feature verse you always expect, rarely actually get but is never a surprise to hear. I’m far from a J. Cole fan but the man can rap, and rap he will, especially when he has something to prove, rapping about how he, Drake and Kendrick are the undisputed GOATs of their respective generation. Cole doesn’t even wait for the beat to come in, delivering some deadpan wordplay over the soul sample from Joe Washington as soon as the song starts. Drake then gives a respectful warm-up, essentially acting as Cole’s hypeman, though with an odd focus on child-related wordplay, and then over the explosive trap beat, Cole just chugs on in what feels both endless and effortless, making good use of silent moments to switch between flows, delivering punchlines honestly not that far away from Drake’s and with the increased energy the beat deserves. Of course, we then got what is now a typical Drake beat switch into an even harder Memphis rattle, as if Drake knew he got bodied and added an extra verse from himself so he’s not completely embarrassed. He holds his own pretty well though, with one of his more technically proficient and aggressive verses on the whole album, as well as stepping up his punchlines and flexes a bit thanks to Cole’s presence. It’s a rapid fire rappity-rap track so I have no expectations of it actually staying, but it is still a killer track.

Conclusion

With all that said, JENNIE gets Best of the Week for “You & Me”. Yeah, it’s not what I expected but it’s a fantastic track that really digs at what I like about K-pop whilst also just being a brilliantly constructed love song. And despite me loving that Drake album, not even “First Person Shooter” can get the Honourable Mention. Nope, that’s going to Paul Russell for “Lil Boo Thang”. Seriously. As for the worst, I mean this was a pretty good week - not even the Nines songs were that bad - so Digga D gets it handedly for “TLC” but Joel Corry grabs the Dishonourable Mention for “Hey DJ” mostly on just being lazy. Next time, we’ll see if any of this actually sticks the landing for a second. I have doubts about nearly all of it doing so but for now, thank you for reading, rest in peace to Rudolph Isley, and I’ll see you next week!

#pop music #song review #uk singles chart #drake #for all the dogs #yeat #j cole #lovejoy #nines #crop circle 3 #tunde #mugzz #bad boy chiller crew #blackpink jennie #tems #joel corry #digga d #paul russell

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