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ragnarockz · 1 month ago

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your royal highness, your writings for maya mason didn't stray away from my mind recently. here i am, not trying to sound desperate, but would you be so kind to ruin me with another maya mason one-shot?

and hear me out, i’ve got this idea brewing—maya being utterly obsessed with this character (an actress), full-on hopelessly smitten. but then, she finds out the actress has an insanely graphic sex scene in this movie. the moment maya finds out, possessiveness and jealousy eats her alive, and, well... she decides to take matters into her own hands. 😏🤝

😏😌💛🔒It would be my pleasure (heh) and highest honor to do so my faithful reader!

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Maya had glanced over the script a few times, especially the scenes that had Aiden Holt typed in. Maya had followed her for a while now; usually screening her work as an actress. Aiden took jobs that were out of the box and a little bit on the riskier side. She definitely had a name attached to her; a label that some would shrink away from. Holt basically leaned into the adult entertainment side; daring to dip her toe into something a lot more riskier. The script that had graced Maya's desk a few weeks ago was certainly more than a toe dipper.

Marketing execs weren't necessarily needed to show up to shooting sets and locations but Maya, as brash and mean as she was, basically bullied her way onto set to see Aiden in action. There was something about her; a way that she carried herself so seamlessly. Not pushing to a feminine or masculine audience; Aiden made her raunchy scenes enjoyable for everyone. Everyone, without a doubt, included Maya herself.

She was surprised they hadn't crossed paths earlier. None of the stupid and useless parties she attended had Aiden as a guest. She definitely ran with a different crowd; darker and more hush-hush. If it wasn't for Maya's stubbornness and obvious attraction to the actress; she wouldn't have barreled her way onto set that evening.

Maya clutched her copy of the script in her perfectly and freshly manicured orange nails. Of course; she had to impress the actress. She wore a chocolate brown ribbed tank top with a tan pushup bra underneath. Dark printed jeans and her classic and iconic brown Gucci sneakers. She wanted her hair slightly out of the way for this; just in case things went her way. Faux undercut with the sides slicked down; gold clips all on her right side with the left bare. Casual yet deadly; comfy yet sexy. At least ten pounds of gold jewelry dripped from her and the Louis Vuitton bag slung over her arm. She was dressed to kill and impress.

She found the room that was being used to film in; walking past the cast and other crew members until the array of cameras got her to where she needed to be. Aiden was bent over a black leather couch with the other main actor waiting behind her. Aiden was smiling as she listened to the director re-read the scene to her. The male actor Maya had already forgotten the name of, looked bored out of his skull. Maya puffed her cheeks and pouted her lips out in dissatisfaction. Imagine getting to do one of the hottest sex scenes in Hollywood with one of the hottest actresses of modern times and you look like you couldn't give a rats ass.

Maya blew out a loud, annoyed breath which caused the cast and crew to look in her direction. Some of them knew who she was and gave her an eye roll and not much else. Truth be told, a lot of them were scared of her. Her presence wasn't really meant to be questioned or challenged. She was simply just allowed to exist in the same space.

"Look at this fucking idiot...standing there with his useless dick between his legs..."

Maya mumbled under her breath as she found a space to take up space; not blocked by anyone or anything so she could watch the scene unfold as the marker came down and ACTION was shouted.

She clutched the script in her hand, gaze never leaving Aiden. She watched her in full attention and soaked everything up that she could in respectful silence. God, she thought, she looked even better in person. Her hair was short and slicked back for the scene. Maya could see the muscles rippling under her arms and legs; an athletic body that was neither super feminine nor masculine. She held her own in the scene and was obviously the attention grabber. Maya was smitten even if she wouldn't allow herself to realize that. Of course she had followed Aiden's career and of course she got a flutter in her lower abdomen whenever she saw a new movie she was in; a new Instagram photo of her at some shoot or talk show or panel. She was very much in the public eye and maybe even, secretly, Maya wished she had her alone and in the private eye of only hers.

The scene unfolded as the male actor made his move. His hands raked up Aiden's legs; the back of her thighs. It was rough and clumsy and not necessarily hot. Maya scoffed under her breath with caused a few crew members to shoot her a nasty look. The scene was all wrong in the sense that it wasn't sexy enough; pleasurable enough. She shook her head and looked away; felt her face burning with...anger? Disgust? If she could only push that asshole aside and show him how real foreplay was done...

Maya waited for the loud CUT so she could make her move. She found the director easily enough with his stupid chair that had DIRECTOR on the back of it. Other than that, she would have picked that prick out a mile away. He looked like the type of asshole who would have casted that lousy male actor and thought he was the hottest shit since sliced fucking bread.

She waited for everyone to bustle around before she pushed her way up to the scene director; almost hitting him in the head with her purse and the script. She bent down low enough to meet her mouth with the side of his ear. He turned his head to acknowledge her. She hoped that Aiden was acknowledging her; daring to dip herself lower so she could stare at her chest. She prayed that the push up bra was doing its fucking job.

"You gotta get someone to show that lame excuse of a cock and balls how to really spice up the scene. It looks like he's trying to knead wet dough over there! You really want that to be the most depraved sex scene in Hollywood right now?! You'd let a pro show that asshole how it's done."

The director turned his full attention to Maya; obviously knowing who she was. 99 times out of 100, her word was law and something nagged in his mind that she was right about this. The scene was missing something that really punched up the raunchy level he was trying to achieve in such a short scene. He threw up his hands and spoke loudly so that the actor and Aiden could hear the change,

"You get in there then and show him how it's done and don't make this a waste of my time."

"Wouldn't count on it."

The words dripped out of her mouth as she shoved the script into her bag and dropped it by the directors chair. She clapped her hands together to get the actor and Aiden's attention. Aiden, was already focused on Maya since she had walked into the room. She knew instantly who the woman in brown was. She had paid even closer attention when Maya had bent forward and gave her a peep show.

Maya was by the couch in second and basically pushed the actor out of the way. She didn't have time for him. This was her moment; her and Aiden's. She gave Aiden the sweetest smile she could muster as she bent down again to be somewhat level with Aiden's face; wanting to give her the proper attention she deserved.

"I'm gonna show this useless sack of scrotum how to properly fuck you; that ok, Sweetheart?"

Aiden smiled just as sweetly and held back her laugh. She knew Maya was...ecentric; outspoken. She did not care how she spoke or to whom. She was large and in charge and did not care who heard her. If she was in charge, it was her and only her.

"Show him how it's done, Ms. Mason."

"No, Sweetheart...you can call me Maya. He can't."

She flicked her gaze up and shot daggers at the actor before turning her attention back to Aiden. Maya's hand came up to caress Aiden's face gently before standing back up to take her place behind Aiden.

"Watch and fucking learn. Or don't. They can always find a better replacement who knows a fucking thing or two about doing this properly."

She barely looked at him as she pressed her palms flat on the back of Aiden's thighs. They were right above the crease of her knees; the tips of her nails gently scratching against her skin. She already felt goosebumps on her palms. Aiden was already reacting to her touch. She bit her lip and tried to keep her cool. She didn't want to blow it for Aiden or, she rolled her eyes, the director.

Maya's hands slowly moved up and then in. She gently grabbed the inside of Aiden's thighs and made sure to keep pressure. She watched in admiration as Aiden reacted to her touch; watched as her ass lifted a little higher off of the couch. Maya smiled proudly to herself. Aiden was asking for it, begging for it with just her body language. She was asking for more, much more.

She could feel the heat from Aiden's pussy. Felt the slight tense of her muscles as she anticipated Maya's touch. Maya chuckled silently under her breath as her mind melted. This was something she had thought of, dreamed of. This was something she had fantasized about; sat in her bed at night and jacked herself off to. She was touching fucking Aiden Holt between her legs and was about to trace her folds and clit with her fingertips.

Maya shuddered before she bit her bottom lip and locked the fuck in. She had to give Aiden something to really remember her by.

Fingers melt folds and she instantly felt Aiden relax against her fingers. She heard the soft moan and felt the shudder; watched as Aiden lifted her lower back up once more. Oh, Maya clued in as the world around her fuzzed out of existence, she wants my fingers up her cunt.

She gave what the up and coming actress was begging for, what the scene had called for. Maya played up her acting and non-acting skills as she expertly slipped two of her fingers into Aiden. She heard the woman moan low and loud; causing everyone in the room to stop in their tracks and stare. The room was suddenly filled with the sounds and instant smells of sex. Maya was more than a loose canon; untamed. She took what she had and ran with it and didn't hold off. Her fingers pumped quickly into the actress and hoped that that dumbass somewhere beside her was feeling bad.

She hoped that lame excuse for a fucking actor was feeling just as small as his dick was.

"You like that, Baby? That feel good, Angel?"

Maya whispered as her breath tickled her bottom lip that quickly curved up into a smile. Aiden was at her beck and call; grinding her hips back to her fingers. She was the one fucking know; trying to take more of Maya inside of her. She was quickly addicted and needed another hit. Then another. And another. Her knees were hitting the side of the couch and the sound of Maya's fingers fucking and the bang of bone to couch filled the room.

"That's it, you sweet fucking thing come on...show me how much you love these fingers..."

A instant loud moan from Aiden as she pushed her hips back as far as she could and a shiver ran up and down her spine. Her head hung down; the crown of her head touching the seat cushion. Maya felt Aiden's muscles contract and spasm around her fingers before they relaxed and a warm, wet gush crowded around her fingers. Maya chuckled and then sucked in her breath; relished in having Aiden fucking Holt cum on her fingers. Her metaphorical dick felt huge right now.

She waited for Aiden to finish chasing her orgasmic high before slipped her fingers out as gently as she could. She didn't want to leave Aiden sore or in a sour mood. This could be their deal breaker for working together again in the future. Maya held her two wet fingers up as she rubbed the left side of Aiden's ass cheek; soothing her as she got herself back up and not totally bent over the arm rest.

The room was silent and Maya expected to hear a pin drop. She turned her head to look at the director who sat there with his eyes basically bulging out of his sockets. Maya smiled triumphantly as she gave him a slid nod of her head and moved out of the scene. She picked up her purse with her dry hand and pushed her way back through everyone and out of the set.

Hollywood was pitch black now; evening had turned into night. Maya breathed in deeply as she turned her head left and then right and then left again. She bit her bottom lip before realizing the coast was clear. The still wet fingers felt like they burned with neglect and Maya, without thinking too much, gave them all her attention. She brought them up to her mouth to lick them clean.

#Ask #Anon #PHEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW YA GIRL NEEDS A COLD FUCKING SHOWER F U C K #Ohhhhhh mAYA #I WOULD LET YOU DO THIS TO ME FOR FREE BABE #ANYTIME #SHOW PEOPLE HOW GOOD YOU ARE #I'LL BE A GOOD EXAMPLE #The Studio #Maya Mason #Apple TV #Writing #Writing prompt #THIS WAS SO GOOD ANON THANK YOU!

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frociaggine · 10 months ago

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To be fair the fact you posted porn on ao3 kind of enforced the idea that you were 19? You're an adult dafaq don'yoy have bills to pay and taxes to file

I've been posting porn on ao3 since 2016 what kind of middle schooler do you think I was!!!

#assigned grandmother by tumblr dot com #i'll have u all know that i banned myself from ao3 for ONE WEEK to do taxes a while ago & it really worked as a reward system i must say #anon i have so many questions about how old YOU are & how old your mutual circle is #ask

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snkyou · 5 months ago

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Drabble Prompt: Post-canon Levi, struggling with chronic pain and mourning his dead loved ones, being visited by his still alive loved ones

Anon, you knew how to talk pretty to me <3

hihi requests are still open btw

I feel like I gotta put a disclaimer or something lmao. So, the length of my drabble requests is usually something between 100-400 words. This request is just an incredibly unexpected exception. it just happened to fit into this idea I already had been thinking of, which was how the remaining 104th would ask Levi to be part of important events in their lives because well, they like the dude lmao, so expect that sort of one-shot soon. Additionally, since I kept reminding myself that this was supposed to be a drabble, I might have glossed over the chronic pain and mourning bits so I'm sorry about that ;;

that being said, 2.4k words of Levi and Gabi be upon ye <3

Now on Ao3!

The angry hissing of the kettle makes him flinch. It brings a loud ringing to his right ear. Instinctively, he places his right hand over it, and gives his ear a couple of gentle taps; it's more of a grounding gesture, a distraction from the buzzing. He usually keeps watch over the kettle, so that he can lower the heat just right before it gets a chance to scream at him.

He realises then that he must have spaced out while waiting. It’s alright, he thinks. It’s been like that a lot, recently. He’s been like that. Lost in thought-- lost in time, if he allowed himself to be precise. The last days, weeks even, as the temperatures started to drop, blended into each other. There’s a little calendar on his bedside table, it had been a birthday gift from Armin – or had that been Mikasa’s? He isn’t sure, he had received an absurd number of presents from the kids last year, it had been hard to keep track of who gave him what and now the fact escaped him. Turning the pages of the little calendar, with its delicate botanical illustrations on each day, quickly became part of his morning routine, and so he was sure that time was passing at all. The stillness of the routine, he guesses, made him like this.

His vision blurs momentarily while he scoops the tea leaves into the teapot. He squints, trying to will his good eye to focus, but all he gets in return is a throb in his right eye. After putting the tea canister away, he presses the inner sides of his wrists to both eyes, placing just enough pressure to relieve the discomfort. When he opens his eyes again, he is pleased to find he can read the small print on the canister an arm’s length away.

There’s a loud slam coming from the front of the house, followed by footsteps coming further into the house.

He quickly recognizes the heavy stomping as Gabi’s gait. She’s always been so loud.

Gabi crosses the arch into the small kitchen and dining area.

“Don’t slam my doors,” he says as a greeting, slowly turning his head to his left side, trying to catch a glimpse of her in his periphery.

“Aye, aye,” the kid waves her hand, shoots him a teasing grin, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Levi hums in response but doesn’t say anything else. He busies himself with placing everything they need for their morning tea and coffee on a metal tray on the counter, which Gabi takes from him as soon as it’s ready and sets it on the table.

He grabs his cane from where he had hooked it on one of the kitchen drawers. He has been leaning against the counter, his right leg supporting most of his weight all this time. He braces himself for the sharp pain that will surely surge from his bad knee, through his left hip and up his spine. Cold mornings like this one and being still in one place for long will do that to him. It’s not so bad. It could be worse.

It takes 4 steps to get from the stove to his chair, which Gabi has already pulled out for him. It sits at an angle that allows him to easily slide down on it and rest his right elbow on top of the table, leaning back and against his good side.

“I have something that will cheer you up,” she holds a couple of envelopes in her hand and waves them at him, “You’ve got mail!”

He nods at her in acknowledgement but does not take his attention away from preparing his first batch of tea of the day. There’s a ritual to it, it almost feels like, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. Not when the ringing in his ear is still there, the building pressure in the upper back part of his eyeballs, and the cold air seeping into his bones through his thick jumper. Oh, how he needs a good cup of tea right now.

While Levi waits for it to steep, he grabs the papers that she had shoved in his face, squints his eyes at the first envelope and finds that he is unable to make out much of the handwriting. He brings it closer to his face, squints harder, steals a quick glance across the table and hopes Gabi isn’t paying him any mind, too preoccupied with choosing from the bag of pastries she brought with her. It is with an impassive expression that he hands the stack of envelopes back.

“Read it for me.” A beat and then he adds, a little reluctant: “Please.”

He knows Gabi prefers coffee in the mornings, and black tea in the evenings, so he makes sure to have a fresh brew of the former whenever he knows she’s coming over; so, with shaky hands, Levi gets to prepare her cup of coffee. While he enjoys the aroma of it, he remains faithful to tea; at first, he thought he didn’t like it because he had butchered his first attempts at brewing it. But even after Onyankopon had taught him how to do it properly and he had enjoyed his cup, it didn’t bring the same comfort as tea. It just never hit the spot.

She shoots him a mischievous grin, “Oh, you sure? What if I read something personal, hm?”

Levi just shakes his head, scoffing at the idea of Gabi finding his junk mail fascinating.

“Is this how I find out you have a secret lover you’re exchanging raunchy love letters with?” Gabi teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He lets out a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, “just wanna be done with it, ” he stirs the milk into Gabi’s coffee, which now has turned into a cup of milk with coffee. “We have a lot to prepare for tonight.”

She clicks her tongue at him, but still rips the first envelope open, “Mr. Levi, your reading won’t improve if you keep doing that,” she jokingly scolds him.

Although Levi mentally recognises handing her and Falco stuff he couldn’t be bothered reading before, that’s not the case this time. He’ll let her think that for now, though, because he doesn’t want to mention the pressure building in the back of his bad eye, it’s not important and she, a kid, doesn’t need to know his newly found ailment of the week. He can see just fine around him right now. He can see Gabi’s big eyes and playful smile at the other side of the table, and that’s good enough; smaller details, he doesn’t feel he can do them, not without making himself go dizzy with a migraine.

Levi slides the cup of coffee to her and is pleased with himself when she approves of the colour of her drink.

“It’s from Armin,” she announces as she scans the letter.

From this angle, the soft morning light illuminating her face and thanks to his faulty vision, Gabi’s image stirs his memory. His heart faintly constricts as he is reminded of the many times Hange read their research reports to him during breakfast in the mess hall before presenting them to Erwin. Levi always wondered how they could read so fast, sometimes he even doubted they were actually reading at all, their words barely being able to catch up with her eyes; he never asked about it, maybe reading came easy to them as numbers did to him.

A high-pitched squeal from Gabi startles him, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Oh… ohh, Mr. Levi,” she starts, her smile widening by the second “This is good news!”

Gabi makes a show of clearing her throat and then starts reading “Dear Captain, I hope this letter finds you well and in good health.”

Levi can’t help but let a sardonic huff at the irony of the greetings but doesn’t let himself be bothered by it. He has written only a handful of personal letters throughout his life, and by now he knows it’s just something you’re supposed to say because jumping straight to the point isn’t acceptable, or so that’s what he had been told.

Gabi continues reading Armin’s words to him. For the most part, it’s a standard letter coming from him: he asks Levi how he’s dealing with the changing of the seasons, how Gabi and Falco are faring, if business at the tea shop has been good, if there’s anything Levi needs that he can’t get in town so that Armin or the others can get it for him. He tells him a little about the country he’s writing from, he even includes a photograph. Then, after the expected pleasantries, Gabi can barely hold her excitement and starts reading faster, trying so hard not to trip over her words.

“If I’m being sincere, we would prefer to ask you in person,” Gabi stops for a second to look up at him from the paper, gauging for a reaction and finding nothing, she continues.

Armin apologises for not being able to visit him before the holidays, Annie included, and so it is implied that he won’t be attending tonight’s reunion.

Sometime during the last five years, the Alliance brats had decided to make showing up at Levi’s doorstep together once a year a sort of custom; the first time it happened was during an early winter, a blizzard had stopped them from leaving Levi’s until the next morning. It had been a really nice evening despite the awful weather, Levi remembers, after everyone pitched in one way or another, they all shared a simple but hearty meal together. It was Connie who jokingly said they should do it every year. The following year, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco joined them.

This year would be their fourth, and the first someone wouldn’t make it. That fact sits heavily in Levi’s chest, stealing the spotlight from his throbbing eye.

“...Annie and I have decided to get married. The both of us would like you to officiate our ceremony!” unable to contain her excitement, she tears her eyes away from the paper and looks at Levi. “Huh?! This is good news! What’s with the constipated face?!”

That doesn’t sound right. It figures that Annie and Armin would be the first to marry; in a way, he is happy for them, they clearly care for each other. No, that part is easy to understand. Their union is logical to anyone who knows the couple. What Levi can’t figure out is why they are asking him such a thing.

He clears his throat, assumes it’s been 3 minutes and his tea is ready to be poured and so he distracts himself with that.

When he doesn’t answer Gabi, she picks up where she left off.

He isn’t… well, he isn’t that close to either of them. He’s sure Annie must have other relatives that could step in his stead. Maybe a brother, a cousin. Even Jean or Reiner would be better options than Levi. He isn’t good with words or people like they are, he couldn’t possibly give them a speech about something foreign to him as it is that kind of love, that’s what people expect, right? His title of Captain is obsolete in this new world, so it can’t be that either. Hell, he has never been to a fucking wedding.

Just… why him?

As expected, Armin doesn’t really go into the details of their choice but does let Levi know they do not expect a fast answer and that they do not want him to feel pressured to accept it, despite how much it would mean to them if he did. Armin asks if there’s anything in particular that he would like for his birthday, as it is a month away, and closes the letter by saying he looks forward to seeing him and everyone then.

When the letter is closed and put back into its envelope, silence falls around them. For a moment the only sound that can be heard is the clinking of tableware as Levi places the teacup back on its saucer.

It bothers him, that he knows he will be letting Armin down by refusing something that any other well-adapted person would consider an honour. But the thought of embarrassing him and himself, because he gave an awkward, most likely insensitive, speech, mortifies him. No, he can’t put them and their guests through that. He will find a way to make it up to the couple, maybe he can… he doesn’t know yet, but he will come up with something.

As he finishes his first cup, Levi realises that at some point while he was lost in thought, the ringing in his ear has subsided and now it’s back to that muffled, cotton-in-ear sensation he’s used to and he doesn’t feel his eyeball pulsating anymore. Glancing at Gabi, he notices she is trying really hard not to say something, her brow furrowed as she takes a sip of her own drink, followed by a big bite of her pastry. Flakes stick to the corner of her mouth and for once it doesn’t disgust him. Instead, it makes his lips twitch as if going into a smile.

“I can help you... if you want,” she says eventually, sounding uncharacteristically careful and small of her.

Levi quirks an eyebrow “Help? with what?”

She shrugs, “How to… tell them you don’t want to,” she avoids looking at him for the first time, finding the flakes on her plate more interesting. She shrugs again and tilts her head to the side, a thin line of a smile appearing on her face. “...or prepare for the ceremony.”

Not unlike many times before, Gabi’s words render him speechless, if only for a moment. He spares his tea a glance and he thinks: it’s bold of her to be so upfront about offering her help to him, and had it been any other morning, one where he couldn’t think past the constant ache in his body, he would’ve chewed her head off for simply trying to help him because he himself doesn’t know how to accept that kindness.

This kid is trying her best and he can’t help but feel somewhat proud of that.

“You have shit on your face. Here,” he points to where the flakes would sit on his own face and picks his refilled teacup back up.

Gabi quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting most of the flakes off. Levi gives her a thumbs-up with his free hand.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally concedes and tries to ignore the little happy dance she does in her seat.

This time, when the amber liquid touches his lips, it’s remarkably sweeter than before.

#drabble request #aot #snk #levi #levi ackerman #gabi braun #gabi #post-war levi #armin mentioned lmao #please tell me which tags to add so that all my fellow post war levi enthusiast find this aaaaa #Girl dad levi you'll always be famous #second disclaimer english isn't my first language and I haven't written seriously in well over a year #I am like really nervous about posting this one ngl lads #but we persevere like the captain #no beta just me myself and I and like 2 hours of screaming I hate proof-reading but like I'm too self-conscious to just let it be #spoilers in the next tag >>#third disclaimer: iirc the whole captain officiating marriages isn't real but this is fiction and I do what I want #and I just think it would be cute if levi accepted even if for just a symbolic ceremony and not the real-deal yk?!#how to get rid of your chronic pain by levi; just overwhelm yourself by overthinking social scenarios #anywusssyyy let me know your thoughts #I'll probably post this on ao3 because it do be a decent length for it #we'll see #okay byeeeee #i hope you enjoy it anon and thank you for your patience I'm placing a big smooch on your forehead tysm fo sending such an exquisite prompt #I forgot to put the read more like the fool I am #if you saw the original post no u didn't <3

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askkaimei · 11 months ago

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#doodle this for anon question: “what module would they wear if they swap” with guilty base but nvm #that hair cursedly makes me think of other character #do u see it ; if not then good #anyhow i feel like the clothes don't work too well so #i'll just lazily post it as it is #meiko #vocaloid #fanart

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starheirxero · 6 months ago

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Do you have ref sheets of Servant!Sun and Centiclipse?

Okay this was literally sent back in august BUTTT the closest I have to refs are these quick colored doodles I made for artfight!!

Though I must confess, I am a man who is very loose in what details are and aren't consistent. You are more than free to play with their designs however you wish but you can use this as a jumping off point of sorts!! :D

#asks #anon #xero creations #unfortunately I have never made an actual character ref and frankly. its possible i never will LOL #i can compile several images and highlight what is and isn't Solid!!! but like #i'll never A Refernence Image. bc.... it takes more work than I wanna do HSJABDJS #if u have questions abt their designs tho then i ENCOURAGE u ask me !!!#just bc my lord eclipse fixation has softened doesn't mean i /don't/ think of these two LOL #tsams #tsams au #lord eclipse #lord eclipse au #servang sun #sunvant #centiclipse

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thewalrusespublicist · 3 months ago

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overthinking paul mccartney BUT it is my opinion that his no cuddles testimony is about how he feels about that time rather than what he thinks literally happened. like he feels like he held something back with john and george, like he was a little protective of his space and his ego and especially as things got bad didn't really want to put himself out there all the way and face yet more rejection, and it comes out like "we weren't cuddly" because it's a translation of how he feels being projected back across the whole relationship. and he's very old and has done a lot of drugs. but he's in his eighties so it's probably relatively easy to be like "god they were just babies we were all so young and dumb i should have just held them and told them i love them literally who cares if the dumb baby is mad at you and makes a face and says you're a loser you've gotta offer affection anyway." which yes repression but also is something that's really only possible in retrospect.

Hi anon!

Yeah you know what I agree with this. I think the whole 'non-affection' thing partially started from a lie, not-lie that kind of warped into a 'truth' over time. One reason for it was the aftermath of John's death where Paul's comments were all over the place because he was all over the place. There's some in the mid 80s where he was going 'yeah we weren't that close and didn't open up to each other because men but also we were the best of friends' (this was like in the same sentence btw). I know he told Julia later it was because he wanted to play down the relationship, which is a very Paul thing to inexplicably do. I think then that 'oh we weren't affectionate' thing stuck as part of his narrative.

The second was I believe as you said, some retroactive projecting on an emotional regret onto the landscape of the past. The thing about John's change and transition from the 60s to the 70s was it was clearly a bit baffling to Paul. He never understood John and Yoko in his own words and he never quite got why John turned on him. When you're as self-loathing as Paul and faced with that, if one of the criticisms you constantly face is that you're too aloof and closed off to let people in (we know George critiqued him for his 'pleasant insincerity'), you might cling to that as a reason for the whole shit-show. We know Paul regrets not putting his arms around John and saying listen when it comes to the break-up, suggesting that he sees physical affection as part of being open and openness as a potential solution that he didn't do. It's also weirdly self-soothing. If he blames the break-up on not being more emotionally available, he can also rationalise it and take some of the 'blame' off himself. He was a 'northern man', how else was he meant to behave? It's not on him if he couldn't open up.

God actually it just hit me, if Paul associates physical affection with being truly open and honest it does shed a whole new light on the fact that Paul keeps going back to physical affection when asked what he would do if John was alive. Ow.

#The dodgy thing about PR is if you say it enough you might start to believe it yourself #I love my anons they (mostly) send really smart things to my inbox!#the thing thats important to realise about the Beatles break-up is that when you dig into it the beatles also have no idea why they broke u #like they know some factors but all of them seem a bit bewildered #so go back to cliche to explain #something they don't fully get #yes my inbox is open btw!#Im just doing a big ask and then I'll get through my newer asks #but i will answer the quicker and easier ones in the meantime #anon #ask #ask me anything #Paul #Submarine Postbox #i wonder how the others would have seen the break up as they aged #we know John was starting to get a bit more 'actually yh it would have been super annoying to have someones gf in the studio constantly'

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blakbonnet · 2 years ago

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the absolute funniest way the petelucius matelotage party could end is a morning after scene with petelucius having a sweet comedic conversation in bed (hammock? idk how ships work). and then at the end of the scene izzy pops up between them also nude and unceremoniously gets out of bed and walks out

💀💀💀

#asks #ofmd s2 spoilers #can't tell you how much I don't want this to happen but I do want peteluciusizzy fans to get something so I'll still light a 🕯️ for u anon #Pete x lucius x izzy

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why is bez always the bottom :( pls give him a dominant part …love ur work ❤️

because i like him like that! i just draw what i want to draw :3

and honestly i'm cooking for myself. if you want to see something you can draw/write it too!

not to lay into this anon specifically but i've received more than one of this kind of message and i want to lay a boundary down... I don't draw for anyone else unless i want to. and i don't appreciate the somewhat backhanded comments i've received saying they like my work but not what i choose to draw. that's part of my work! i'm conveying my opinions and feelings on these guys that i want to see fuck nasty!!

i really appreciate the support i've received here and enjoy sharing my work with everyone! but if there's something i want to draw i'll draw it when i get to it.. if i don't want to draw it i won't.

#anon #asks #fandoms in general have a lot of entitlement to receive “content” from artists for free-like nothing but love to artists who want to indulg #suggestions or requests like that if that makes them happy! but this stuff is all a break for me from drawing for work all day #if u don't like how i interpret riders/drivers that's all fine lol but im not gonna change for anyone #i appreciate asks n stuff but it's not a suggestion box! i don't think i ever gave that impression to begin with but i'll make it clear now #and ftr i do like top bez in some situations- not with marc tho...that's just my preference lol free to disagree but dont do it in my inbox #and then ask me to draw something else .. it's lowkey rude #plz feel free to look at/create the art u want to see and i will too lol

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“The universe sings,” Grian said.

He sounds vaguely distant- like he’s speaking from hundreds of blocks away rather than right next to Mumbo.

He turns on his bed, slow halting movements, to face him.

“Did you know?”

Mumbo can only stare.

“…Sings?” He asks. He shifts on his chair.

Grian seems to want to nod, but aborts the motion halfway, and hums instead.

“Yeah. The code. It sings, if you listen close enough,” Grian mumbles.

Mumbo opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Grian exhales a long breath, and his eyes drift close.

“Can you hear it?”

Mumbo watches the way Grian’s chest rises and falls, shallowly, slowly.

He closes his eyes, and strains to hear.

He hears- Tango out in another room of the house, pacing circles around the kitchen. Mumbo can tell it’s Tango by the shuffle in his walk.

He can hear birds outside, twittering. Wind rustling through branches. An animal- a pig, maybe, trotting along some grass.

It’s quite calming really- but he doesn’t hear singing. At least, he doesn’t think he does?

When he opens his eyes again, it’s to Grian staring right at him.

Mumbo exhales in one sharp breath- he didn’t realise he’d stopped breathing- and meets Grian’s gaze.

“Did you mean like, actual singing or- or was that metaphorical? Because I can’t hear anything other than trees, mate,” he says, only half-joking.

Grian huffs a small laugh, and shakes his head.

“Nah, it’s not really singing-singing. It’s music, though. You’ve definitely heard some of it- discs. That’s the easiest way to hear it. But that’s- so few of what’s out there. There’s more music, if you know how to listen for it,” he hums. His eyes close again, and he leans more into the mattress.

Mumbo pauses, and thinks on that for a moment. Music discs, huh? He supposes it seems plausible, that there’d be more music out there.

But then why has he never heard it? Mumbo doesn’t ever recall hearing ‘the code sing’. If it’s tied into music discs, then is it naturally generated? Is hearing it a ‘watcher thing’?

Mumbo glances down at his hands, traces lines of dirt under his fingernails.

He nods, though Grian can’t see it anyway. He makes some vague ‘see you later’ comment he can’t bother to think about, and carefully gets to his feet.

At the doorframe, he peers back.

Grian lies there, breathing steadily.

Mumbo turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

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headcanon that the minecraft soundtrack can be heard in the code, but only if you're 'in harmony' with it. cue other headcanon of watchers being very aware of the code

HEY ANON. ANON. I ADORE THIS HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE THIS HEADCANON???? The idea that the universe is constantly singing to itself, and you can hear that through the Greater Code if you really carefully listen, is something i lowkey want to canonize SO BADLY holy shit. And this is such a lovely snippet too, im always such a sucker for deeply layered conversations like this.... i adore how youve given so much depth to the sentence "the universe sings" and the implications of how and why Grian is hearing it so much right now. [THROWS UP BLOOD] IM OBSESSED.......

Also this Mumbo dialogue especially is on point youve done such a good job of capturing his little speech patterns :] STUNNING JOB ANON IM SO FLATTERED U WROTE THIS!!!!! I really think i might canonize this concept just for how absolutely amazing it is, im utterly obsessed with it

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #art for me #<- litcherally cannot remember if i have a specific fic for me tag or not IG I'LL FIND OUT ONCE I HIT POST...#THE IDEA THAT TJE SOUNDTRACK ARE SONGS THE UNIVERSE SINGS TO ITSELF.... IM GOING BUCKWILD #i mean its already canon the universe SINGS but u KNOW my ass is gonna be listening to the full soundtrack #tears in my eyes as i picture grian listening to it.....#i hope its okay to yoink this anon bc im enamoured with the concept truly #gods and the idea that the music discs are specifically fragments of the universe singing that you can ACTUALLY HEAR....#i like to think that like. making music discs is p much like making custom ones the way theyre doing it #but sometimes. sometimes you find treasure discs #or you fashion it from the remains of a creeper.. and you get a little window into what the Greater Code sounds like #weeping forever and ever that u wrote this for me im saving this in my special little works inspired by hunger au folder rn #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#fic recs #long post #txt

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