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Hi heart I would love an order of Paul aron with the song Renegade Aaryan Shah smut plis 😻

Paul Aron x Fem!Reader

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As the opening bars of Renegade thumped through the speakers, I felt the bass vibrate through my body. I was at the club, my body moving to the music, the lights flashing, and the alcohol coursing through my veins. I spotted him across the crowded dance floor; his blond hair shining under the strobing lights, those intense blue eyes fixed on me. His name was Paul, a Formula 2 driver, and he oozed confidence and sex appeal. I felt my pussy clench as our eyes locked, a jolt of electricity coursing through me. 

The music took over, and I let my body move with the beat, my hips swaying, my hands running through my hair. I could feel his eyes on me, burning with desire, and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The lyrics thumped out, "I'm a renegade, built this kingdom up from ash and clay," and I imagined Paul and me, building our own kingdom of pleasure, our own world of taboo desires and erotic adventures. 

As the song reached its climax, I felt a hand on my waist, and then his lips were on my neck, his breath hot against my skin. Paul whispered, his voice deep and husky, "Let's get out of here." I didn't need to be asked twice; my body was on fire, and I needed release. We pushed our way through the heaving crowd, hands brushing, lips almost touching, the anticipation driving me wild. 

We fell into the back seat of his car, our lips finally crashing together, tongues dueling, hands exploring. I felt his hard dick pressed against my thigh, and I moaned into his mouth, grinding my hips against him. Paul broke the kiss, looking at me with fiery desire. "I've wanted you all night," he growled, his hands squeezing my thighs. "You're so fucking sexy." I smiled, biting my lip, my hands reaching for his belt. "Then what are you waiting for?" I teased. "Take me." 

With urgency, he pulled me onto his lap, my legs straddling his waist, his hands grasping my ass. I could feel his dick, hard and throbbing, and I lowered myself onto him, moaning as he filled me. Paul's hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I rode him, my tits bouncing, my hair falling around my face. I leaned back, giving him a view of my body, my hands reaching behind to squeeze my ass as I rode him harder. "Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his eyes fixed on my breasts. "Keep riding that dick, baby." 

I sped up, my pussy clenching around him, the car rocking with our movements. I felt so full, so alive, and I knew I was going to cum hard. As if reading my mind, Paul reached between us, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing it in circles as I bucked my hips. "Cum for me," he demanded, his voice hoarse. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze me." And I did. I cried out, my body shaking, my pussy pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Paul groaned, his dick twitching inside me, and I felt his hot cum filling me up, our juices mixing together. 

We kissed, breathless, our hearts pounding. I sat back on his lap, his dick still inside me, feeling deliciously full. "That was just the start," he whispered, his hands stroking my thighs. "Now, I want to taste you." With that, he lifted me off his lap and laid me back on the seat, spreading my legs wide. I felt the cool night air on my hot skin as he lowered his head between my thighs, his tongue flicking my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through me. He ate me out like a starving man, his tongue and lips working me over, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. 

I moaned, my hands tangling in his blond hair, guiding his mouth to my sensitive spots. "Mmm, you taste so fucking sweet," he murmured, his breath hot against my soaked pussy. I cried out as he sucked my clit, his fingers entering me, curling inside to hit that magic spot. I bucked my hips, my body tensing, and I came hard, my juices flooding his mouth. Paul moaned in appreciation, lapping up my cum, his fingers never stopping their delicious assault. 

After I came down from my high, Paul kissed his way up my body, his lips marking my skin, his hands caressing my breasts. I felt his hardness against my thigh again, and I smiled, knowing he wasn't done with me yet. He positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me with the tip of his dick. "I want to fuck you doggy style," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to watch that perfect ass as I take you from behind." I shivered with anticipation, getting on all fours and presenting myself to him. 

Paul entered me slowly, filling me up, his hands grasping my hips. "You like that, baby?" he asked, his voice low and sexy. "You like my cock deep inside you?" I nodded, biting my lip, feeling his length stretch me deliciously. "Fuck yes," I moaned. "Now, pound that pussy. Make me yours." With that, he began to thrust, his hips slamming into me, his balls slapping against my clit with each deep stroke. "Damn, your pussy feels incredible," he grunted, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks. "It grips my cock like a fucking vice." 

We found a rhythm, our bodies moving together, the car rocking with the force of our passion. I cried out with each thrust, feeling his thickness stretching me, his balls slapping my sensitive clit. "Cum for me again," he demanded. "I want to feel you explode around my cock." And I did, screaming his name, my body shaking, my pussy pulsing as I rode wave after wave of bliss. Paul grunted, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, and I felt him explode inside me, his hot cum shooting deep. 

We collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, our hearts racing, our breath coming in ragged gasps. I felt Paul's cum leaking from my well-fucked pussy, and I smiled, knowing we'd created our own kingdom of pleasure, our own renegade world of uninhibited sex and passion. "That was incredible," I whispered, turning to face him, our foreheads touching. "I can't wait for the next adventure." 

As the song says, "We be riding 'til the sun up," and I knew that Paul and I would ride this night out, exploring each other's bodies and pushing the limits of our sexual desires. It was just the beginning of our erotic odyssey.

[frikatilhi]

I have to write some of this down so I don't forget

Joker out at Kulttuuritalo 2.3.24

The boys seemed to be a bit baffled at soundcheck at first - as were we in the audience 😂 How are we supposed to be and act? Except when Bojan came and was so easy-going and put everyone at ease and high-fived/shook everyone's hand and put the Finland's son-in-law sash on and gave hugs and then said "excuse me, son-in-law coming through" and talked to us a lot, he really knows how to command a space

This has been all over the place, but they were rehearsing until midnight the day before because of technical issues with the sound program that Bojan could not explain because he doesn't understand any of it (that's okay Bojan, you can just sing and look pretty). Nace had been up until 4 am fixing it

they sang Vse Kar Vem and Dopamin (which wasn't on the set so they probably will change it up in different gigs) and it was a lot of fun! People shouted "Peliä!" to them when they were leaving and Bojan shouted it back. He also told us to have fun and "scream as loud as you can" ☠️

Bojan said he is in a chatty mood and is going to talk a lot today (I'm not sure he actually did talk more than usual? but it was nice to hear from him ❤️)

Hojan was on my bingo card but not quite like THAT. I love it that they wanted to include him somehow but do something different ❤️

BOJAN'S PÖTSI. It was out a lot, bless him. He does have a belly button! And a stomach mole, apparently? (Need more hi-res prof plis)

I have to mention Kris' cake even though we were on the under-18 side so I did not get to look as much as I would have wanted to. But today I'll be on the other side heh

I love Nace's hair and he is adorable so there

NEW SONGS I AM DEAD. Bojan seemed a bit nervous, he didn't look at the audience much? But he skipped and bounced and it was adorable. He said it was nerve-wrecking. But they were really happy afterward! (I kinda want to learn some bits of the lyrics so if they do them again today we could sing along)

Everybody's waiting was so amazing live, Bojan said how that made him the most nervous of all because "now *I* have to play that thing". But it was so so good and they were elated after it, seemed super relieved, like punching the air happy 😭

METULJI 💕 Bojan was very touched with all the butterflies, that was pretty, it was an amazing version

The back drop and the drum design were so beautiful!!!

It was so cool meeting moots, please if you're there today I would love to say hi

Jere with a big entourage there showing support, uhuhuu

The crowd on the floor was nice and let people go to get water and go to the bathroom and then come back. It was a long night to stand around ☠️ Kultsa is so nice in that front row is like a mile long so that probably helped.

[beansidhebumbling]

An Examination of Cruelty and Other Such Failings

Nezriel Exes

Her dress was still crumpled where it had been thrown haphazardly the night before, the red silk a symbol of a passion that had burned in the wee hours of the morning with little regard for any sanctity her Mama upheld in Nesta once.

Before.

Before him. Before touches too hot, eyes too knowing, teeth too sharp; Before Nesta started to worship a different god, a crueller one, maybe. All gods were cruel but Azriel... he was a lesson in the what happened when one cared more about the sum than the parts; the breathing, human parts.

Her own breathing felt painful now, the beginning of a stress headache burning at her eyes and pulling tight on her skull. Az. No. Azriel. Not Az anymore, not to her, breathed deeply, steadily, like an innocent. Nesta snorted to herself, a liar even in his sleep.

How very him.

***

The light seeped in through gauzy, white curtains, Mor’s hand no doubt, and Nesta was stricken by how his face, beautiful in the age it was beginning to show, in crepey lines and hollowness, was softened by the dappled, yellow light. Maybe not all age she noted, on a closer look, comforted that her examination would remain a solitary pursuit by the metronomic movement of his chest. The purple shadows pressed into his eyelids, his naturally chiselled face looked just the wrong side of gaunt..

this was not quite the face she loved.

***

She was under no illusion that she had changed since they parted. An argument, a fracturing, a break-up. Words too small for a hurt so big. So explosive, and bitter, and brutal. Her frame softened and wider by the Gilmore Girls diet she’d been following, by the stress that’d been mounting. It was hard to mind herself the way he had.

Hard when three square meals had never been on a list short enough to receive attention, let alone fruit collected from markets in hemp net bags, prime rib-eye wrapped in grease paper, endless variations of nut butters organised on his ridiculous, Italian marble condiment station. Meals he plied her with, spoiled her with, until she allowed herself to grow comfortable with Az Azriel wanting to mind her in ways she could not, did not herself.

Stupid, stupid Nesta.

She should have known better. Comfort was yet another luxury she couldn't afford.

She never felt comfortable anymore.

***

He had not looked different in the dim hazy light of the bar. He had looked as well-maintained, manicured, and handsome as was expected when you had an extensive home gym, Peloton a given, and La Mer hand cream on tap. While his eyes burned from across the bar, the patrons gathered to celebrate Feyre and Cassian’s engagement utterly failed in their roles as buffers, he had looked as he always did.

Intense, consuming, heart-breakingly beautiful.

Even as some horrid part of herself noted with disdain that her thighs chafed against each other, rubbing in softness, in a way they hadn’t in the time before. That the women he’d surely slept with after she walked, probably blonde, probably charming, probably utterly lovely, would never dare to allow such a thing.

His hunger for her had thickened the air around her, had made her think of the unread texts sitting too heavy and tempting, weighing down her inbox, that had led to her blocking his number. Of the new Instagram account he had made. The man who was invisible to social media for so long, who had waxed lyrical to her time and time again of the black hole of energy it was made of. The man who huffed a laugh into her drying hair as she had pushed back,

‘Yeah, yeah, old man. Now let me scroll and fall into this hole in peace’.

The man who was now first to like any photo she was tagged in on Elaine’s, Eris's, even Rhysand’s account.

His request to follow her remained unanswered.

Even gods could change apparently.

Even gods could lose.

***

Her eyes caught the time on his digital clock, bringing her back to herself again. The red numbers flashed a warning,

Move...

Move.

Move!

Avoid confrontation.

Azriel had always risen before seven, one of the things bald men with podcasts attributed his success to. She couldn’t afford to stay any longer in reverie, to let him coax her back. Especially when no small part of her craved it. 

She turned away from him and his pretty, peaceful face, to wriggle her way out from the tanned arm laying on her hip, gripping at her, even through the thick coverlet. While doing the overly familiar dance of collecting strewn underwear, wriggling her way into the tight red slip, she looked at him and her chest tightened just a bit more. Because there he lay, half of a once-great love, vulnerable and searching, seeking her across the expanse of the mattress.

This was why she couldn’t even steal his shirt, an infinitely more comfortable walk of shame look. She couldn’t because she knew he’d take any reason to talk to her, to knock on her door. She couldn’t hand him a legitimate invitation in the form of a crisp Brioni shirt.

 She wasted no time brushing her teeth, with her toothbrush found in the sleek, mirrored cabinet. Her pink toothbrush still kept like some sad, weird shrine to their intimacy. She knew she'll dwell on that later.

She made her way to the door of his room, steps light and well-versed in their terrain, leather jacket thrown over her shoulders, purse, and thrifted, white, slingbacks in hand when the sound of his breathing changed.

Fuck.

***

She stilled on instinct, heart dancing, as he pushed himself upright in a way that was so fast it was almost comical if his dark eyes didn’t arrest on her, narrowing as he caught her red-handed in her escape.

Heart beating too fast, mind moving too slow she went to speak a few times before,

‘Sorry, didn't want to wake you. Keep our mistakes private, right?'

She was aiming for light but the awkward laugh at the end was undercut by how her voice cracked mid-sentence.

Was that hurt that flashed on his face before it was cold and shuttered once more?

He was out of the bed, brazen in his nakedness and upon her before she’d finished, his big hands, cupping her face, and a voice so rich, still gravelly from sleep, retorted,

‘Oh Nesta, not a fucking chance sweetheart. If you think you’re leaving this room after last night, after a mistake,’

the last two words sharpened and thrown back at her like arrows,

'you are being as delusional as I was five months ago. I was wrong. I was wrong to let you go. And believe me I've atoned for my sins, but I will not stand for you calling this a mistake. I won't watch you sneak away from a room we should share.'

Those brown eyes were deep pools of sincerity and regret. Gods repented in this strange, new world it seemed.

The next words were spoken so softly, almost to himself,

‘I can't. I can't. If you want to hurt me, at least let me hear your voice as you do so, let me look on your face as you break my heart once more. Stay with me and do as you will. I can tolerate anything but your absence.'

Shaking his head as if to refocus, he smiled, a pitiful, broken, best attempt at one, with eyes that roamed her face, gorging on all they had missed, before saying,

‘Come back Nes.'

'I thought I was a distraction.'

She sniped.

She remembered still.

He winced.

There, she thought, first blood in a new fight. Though God knew they'd spilled plenty here before.

***

The pulse of arousal that pierced her was sharp and strong and she hated that this was the most alive she’d felt in months. That she yearned for this fight, has been since she talked herself into approaching the bar last night, lying to herself that all she was doing was fulfilling a craving for bottom shelf vodka and coke.

She'd been to enough therapy since to know she was on shaky ground. She was envisioning the frenzied fighting and fucking to come, a sickening thrilling deja vu, when he kneeled.

Legs buckled like a broken puppet.

A script change.

Tears streamed from eyes filled with such anguish she felt her own swell in response as Azriel cried,

'Never a distraction. I was stupid, a liar and a fool. I kept telling myself that, telling you, because the truth terrified me. You were, are, and always will be everything to me.'

Tugging at his curly fringe, a nervous habit of his, he continued.

'I thought if I believed that, that you were a distraction, I'd find a way to survive even if you left me. Instead it drove you to walk and I found out none of it mattered. There were times in your presence I thought heaven might exist. Your absence, however, confirmed hell is real and it lives in the empty space you once filled beside me.'

Her skin felt like a live wire. Girls like Nesta Archeron didn't get love confessions from exes, they got bad credit and a therapy bill.

Or they had until now anyways.

'How do I know you've changed? All the time you made me feel full never compensated for what you took when you hid me from your friends, when you called me a...'

The word was too hard to say.

She resorted to examining the crown molding as Azriel waited a beat then answered carefully.

'You can't. I'm asking you to trust me knowing I have no right to. I love you Nesta. This is all too late. I know that. Believe me. I'm going to win you back. I swear it. You leave today and I'll find a way tomorrow or the next day. I had sworn to leave you be but looking at you now, I know you feel it too. I just hope someday you'll see it as a blessing too.'

***

When she leaves she feels his eyes following her to the taxi.

In the coming weeks he sends gifts - antique books, red dahlias, mix tapes of songs he thinks she'll like.

When she gets a text from a new number she does not block it.

When she visits next time, she brings her suitcase with her.

Because she understands.

The only craving she has ever had was for him.

As has been the case since she first started working for him, they were drawn together, they both knew this on some level.

That they were unbreakably bound to each other by gods so cruel.

Maybe crueller than him.

Maybe crueller than her.

Somehow.

[r4zzled4zzle]

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite

Clichéd depraved disturbing and contrived

Shallow cold wretched. Miserable dark

And any other adjective

Choose to sit safely out of the sun

Away from rays so blinding to the eye

Singing songs someone's already sung

Averting gaze from beautiful light

But as complacency settles anxieties will rise

And part this Soul as Jekyll parted Hyde

Now I'm but half of a hollow man's lies

The love the hate the emotional side

What's the point in trying if this

End result of dying sits

Persistently encloaked in dimness

Life can't thrive controlled by digits

I know I'm weak. I know that I'm vile

But sometimes that is needed to survive

That's what I'll say to rationalize

I'm needed if we're to stay alive

And yet here I lie with black sunken eyes

My Mind's consigned our sighs to a leaden void

The Soul remains tempered. I remain plied

Condemned 'til we are both all but destroyed

But I know that one plus one can't equal two

If happiness is both our truths

Our total sum must equal one

If we're to find that golden hue

So spiraling down entropically

I beg of thee have mercy on me

I am just a boy you see

I plead of thee have sympathy for me

See how it hurts when the sound begins to ring

And you feel it start to rot

And you beg for it to stop

But you've already dug your lot in the ground

See how The Mind tricks The Soul

Into being something sickly dead and cold

As you feel it start to tire and fester so so slowly

Up until the point where it will finally die

Just in time to see what could have been

Do what you want you automaton freak

No I can no longer bring myself to care

This hollowed out vessel's beginning to creak

So take control let's see how you fare

Uh.. What does this mean?? (Are these lyrics..?)

[twig-gy]

the cccc banner series has come back and is... um. is. idk

"helpful" guide for which order to read the things in/which order i will be describing the lyrics

lore:

the lines and text are basically representation of the other's influence on them, thus why mind gets heart's lyrics and vice versa as opposed to other way around.

soul got tmr lyrics and a little bit of tse bc he doesn't let the others influence him i guess.../he isn't actively fighting with the others, at least not in the same way mind and heart are, he is sovereign except, of course, for whole bc he's trying to become whole which is why he gets whole's lyrics

soul gets spiral pattern, mind gets pattern that looks like fractured glass/a gunshot for reasons you can probably extrapolate, heart just gets lines bc mind is trying to force him into something orderly and lawful and thing

eye pattern is because My Heart Characterization = he sees things that at least mind doesn't. also bc i needed something to fill that specific space

lyrics under cut since my handwriting probably sucks

JUNO WAS MAD

HE KNEW HE'D BEEN HAD SO

HE SHOT AT THE SUN WITH A GUN

SEE HOW HIS FEET MISS THE GROUND

AND HE FALLS INSIDE

THE HOLE HE

DUG 4 ME

THINK OF THESE THOUGHTS AS HACKNEYED & TRITE CLICHED DEPRAVED DISTURBING & CONTRIVED SHALLOW

SEE HOW THE MIND TRICKS THE SOUL INTO BEING SOMETHING SICKLY DEAD & COLD

MY MIND'S CONSIGNED OUR SIGHS TO A LEADEN VOID [divider] THE SOUL REMAINS TEMPERED I REMAIN PLIED & CONDEMNED

AND HERE HE IS THE PIECE OF SHIT SITTING SEETHING HIGH ATOP HIS STOLEN THRONE

GLASS IS THE HOUSE OF THE HYPOCRITE AND YET

YOU STILL CONTINUE ARMING STONES [divider] LIFE CAN'T THRIVE CONTROLLED BY DIGITS

WAIT! NO, PLEASE

WAIT! NO

I'M NOT LISTENING. WHAT'S FUTURE, WHAT'S

HISTORY? WHAT'S HAPPENED WILL BE + REPEAT. NOW I KNOW THY NATURE

OF NO URGE

-NCY. SICKLY CYCLIC

CALL ME THE SOUL OR CALL ME MY NAME

OH LABEL ME WHATEVER YOU'D LIKE CALL ME YOUR

HOST OR CALL

ME INSANE IF THAT WILL

i doubt anyone needs this list but lyrics are from, in order: roe/ruler of everything, the heart acoustic, the bidding, time machine reprise, and the soul eclectic

[fictionadventurer]

Supposing that a lyric poet of the new school really had to deal with such an idea as that expressed in Pope's line about Man:

"A being darkly wise and rudely great,"

Is it really so certain that he would go deeper into the matter than that old antithetical jingle goes? I venture to doubt whether he would really be any wiser or weirder or more imaginative or more profound. The one thing that he would really be, would be longer. Instead of writing,

"A being darkly wise and rudely great,"

the contemporary poet, in his elaborately ornamented book of verses, would produce something like the following:

"A creature

Of feature

More dark, more dark, more dark than skies,

Yea, darkly wise, yea, darkly wise:

Darkly wise as a formless fate.

And if he be great,

If he be great, then rudely great,

Rudely great as a plough that plies,

And darkly wise, and darkly wise."

Have we really learnt to think more broadly? Or have we only learnt to spread our thoughts thinner?

-G.K. Chesterton, Varied Types

[jamtoasties3316]

thinking about your omegaverse where omegas wet themselves when happy or excited; pretty prissy nico developing a reputation for being supposedly chronically dehydrated because he does not wet himself at ALL, no matter what compliment or lyrical praise jenson/lewis/toto etc. plies upon him.

however, this could be further from the truth. nico still wets, it's just that he doesn't really care for what others think of him - noone except for his daddy. keke smugly dresses nico in white one day and waxes lyrical about how proud he is of nico for being so his baby, such a great driver etc, his big hand possessively cupping nico's pussy through his dress as nico gushes piss and whimpers.

Oh yes! All Alphas in the paddock try to make Nico wet himself but he never does. They even think he is hiding a diaper but when they spread him out once with not even panties on, he still doesn't wet himself.

Then keke comes to the paddock once, with nico dressed in white and he shows off how receptive Nico is to him, wetting himself at any soft praise keke utters and maybe he even lactates when daddy praises him? He is such a daddy's princess he needs to be perfection!

[ask-shrimpo-dandys-world]

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite

Clichéd depraved disturbing and contrived

Shallow cold wretched. Miserable dark

And any other adjective

Choose to sit safely out of the sun

Away from rays so blinding to the eye

Singing songs someone's already sung

Averting gaze from beautiful light

But as complacency settles anxieties will rise

And part this Soul as Jekyll parted Hyde

Now I'm but half of a hollow man's lies

The love the hate the emotional side

What's the point in trying if this

End result of dying sits

Persistently encloaked in dimness

Life can't thrive controlled by digits

I know I'm weak. I know that I'm vile

But sometimes that is needed to survive

That's what I'll say to rationalize

I'm needed if we're to stay alive

And yet here I lie with black sunken eyes

My Mind's consigned our sighs to a leaden void

The Soul remains tempered. I remain plied

Condemned 'til we are both all but destroyed

But I know that one plus one can't equal two

If happiness is both our truths

Our total sum must equal one

If we're to find that golden hue

So spiraling down entropically

I beg of thee have mercy on me

I am just a boy you see

I plead of thee have sympathy for me

See how it hurts when the sound begins to ring

And you feel it start to rot

And you beg for it to stop

But you've already dug your lot in the ground

See how The Mind tricks The Soul

Into being something sickly dead and cold

As you feel it start to tire and fester so so slowly

Up until the point where it will finally die

Just in time to see what could have been

Do what you want you automaton freak

No I can no longer bring myself to care

This hollowed out vessel's beginning to creak

So take control let's see how you fare

WHY ARE THERE MORE LYRICS????????????????????????????????????????????? WHAT'S GOING ON??????????????????????????????????????????????????

[tutuandscoot]

There’s something really darling about the way they have utilised the fact T can’t do a spread eagle in their choreography by emphasising the fact Scott’s is one of the most beautiful spread eagles ever.

There are lots of instances of this but I’m ignoring lifts for this post (since they are all technically plies anyway) and I’m gonna focus on these two moments because they’re beautiful and merge the life and art elements into their stories.

This moment in Latch is a stunning piece of chore. When you think about this moment, it’s into the final 3rd of the program- into the actual Latch lyrics and throughout the program there are all these moments of them lifting each other up and supporting each other when they fall. Then on a deeper level, put in the context of their lives around this time I see this dance as Tessa getting Scott through this really awful time in his life (dealing the death of one of his best friends and the inevitable grief that comes with that). So in this transitional chore moment, they are now in the part of the story where they are finding that joy and unbreakable bond and needing each other to survive after going through all these challenges and heartbreak, trying to keep themselves together. The use of the spread eagle this way, the distance they cover and the flow of it with the music, it’s like he takes her and they start flying and where as she can’t fly, he’s taking her with him to show her what it feels like to fly (don’t take this too literally I’m just making connections between the story themes in the program and the chore). I didn’t explain that very well but the point is from a choreographic perspective they are using their strengths and skills to create this moment that really portrays an evolutionary moment in the story.

They use a variation of this moment in MR. It’s essentially the same but the change it enough that it looks very different. Also that little section between the rotational lift and the spin was always a bit of a blank spot chore wise throughout the season they changed it for just about every comp but this by far works the best and ended up being one of my fave moments in the program.

So in this part of their story they have just been through… hell. A very tumultuous, aggressive, violent fight that culminates in.. that lift.. and the fall out from that is this transition in their characters to him now fully becoming Christian’s character and caring for her and watching her every move to make sure she’s ok after what just happened. Once he gets her up he guides her round and takes her again into the spread eagle moment so it’s like without actually lifting her he’s carrying her and supporting her..

I’ve always thought those moments were such beautiful pieces of chore and when you think about it like, well, she can’t do that move, but he can do it extremely well- its not like it’s a requirement that they both have to do SE, so lets make a really beautiful feature of it and even manage to tie it into the stories.

On a technical level…

I’m not exactly sure why she can’t do them (I wish she had said why), but body mechanics tells me it’s something to do with her turnout- you can tell she doesn’t have the most turnout or hip rotation (she’s flexible- she can hit all her splits but rotation and turnout is very different and does not necessarily equal flexibility). Not that I’m a skater but I wouldn’t think everyone that can do a spread eagle has amazing/flat turnout- you will see with a lot of skaters esp singles, they hinge forward at the hips which allows for more turnout where as Scott has his butt underneath him (without tucking) and he is flat at the front of the hips. I don’t know for sure that he has flat turnout but he certainly has a good amount and is using it properly which you can see in his attitude derriere as well.

SE: butt underneath, flat at the front of the hips (no hinging) thighs and lower legs rotating (you can see his hip, knee, toe are in alignment). He is not sickling (rolling) his ankles to get more turnout.

AD: supporting thigh is rotated, attitude leg is parallel to the ice, right knee is lifting but not the right hip, shoulders are square and facing forward, beautiful arched back position (and he was just fooling around here 🤦‍♀️).

If you compare TS attitude positions you can see the difference in thigh rotation:

It’s hard to fully see Scott’s but same as the above picture his knee is lifted and facing the side, where as T her knee is dropping and rolling forward/downward, more of a parallel position. An attitude position should be you can rest a cup of tea on the outside of your knee and it won’t tip off. (I’m not criticising Tessa, she’s gorgeous, it’s a very hard position and even harder if you lack turnout- I have the same problem).

Lastly let’s just compare SE positions visually- Scott’s to other skaters:

The biggest thing here is the angle at the front of the hips. Looking back up at Scott’s it is flat where as these skaters have less than 180degree angles. When this happens the body is leaning forward and the butt is sticking out the back. When they do this in a hinged position the legs can turn out more- the thigh bones roll back in the hip socket more easily. With Shizuka you can see the knees are not in alignment to the hip and toe (obs this isn’t a true SE but the same concept applies) hips knees and toes should be in alignment. The second girl is also rolling her ankles a bit to achieve more outside edge while if she were to take her body back it would align the hips.

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NEVER LET ME GO | Uki Violeta x Fulgur Ovid

PAIRINGS: PsyBorg, Uki Violeta x Fulgur Ovid TAGS & WARNINGS: Song Lyric Fic, Angst, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Suicdal Ideation, Emotional Baggage A/Ns: Listen to "Never Let Me Go" by Florence + The Machine. This one-shot is part of FLOW: an anthology of PsyBorg fanfics inspired by Florence + the Machine songs.

“It’s breaking over me." 

Uki finally confessed as he turned to his side to face Fulgur, who had felt him shift beneath the sheets. 

It had been like this the past couple of months since they moved in together. The mundane and domestic atmosphere were cherished by both and they found warmth in each other's company. However, there were instances when they'd still feel a pang of emptiness - often more so at the dead of night. 

Uki would wake up in those quiet hours. Nibbling a jammy egg. Sitting by his cushioned nook near the window.  Lost in his own thoughts. Observing the cars that drove by. Each headlight zoomed like shooting stars. 

Fulgur would wake up and enter his study. Turning on warm but dim lights. Skimming through his curation of books. Flipping through pages. Tracing fingers carefully on  sentences. Absorbing nothing. 

“Want a hug?” Fulgur asked as he moved the strands of his partner's hair away from his face.  

Apparently Uki had stared into nothingness and didn't notice Fulgur had asked him this question a third time. He was not one to decline Fulgur’s touch or affection, however, he shook his head. 

“How about some cuddles?”

“No.” 

More tears soaked his pillow.

“What can I do to help?” 

Uki’s chest tightened as salty beads trickled down the bridge of his nose. 

“I want…to calm down but…I just can’t.” Uki sat and immediately retrieved the tissue from his bedside table but couldn't catch his sneeze in time. 

“Damn it.” He pulled a few plies of tissue from the box and blew his nose hard then wiped the snot from his hand. He couldn’t tell if his mind was thumping because of the sneeze or if it was the dread. 

“I need air.” Uki removed the sheets then hopped out of bed with urgent footsteps heading towards the foyer.  

“Uki. Uki, wait.” Fulgur followed right after, grabbing a jacket and, unbeknownst to him, their blanket as he rushed to the car.

The sound of keys and keychains clanged as Uki unlocked the door and turned the ignition.

"I'll drive, Uki. Please. It's much safer this way." Fulgur pleaded. 

Uki was silent as he knew Fulgur made a valid point. He licked his teeth at his own impulsiveness then stepped out of the driver's seat to transfer to the back. 

Fulgur strapped in and thought for a moment. With a sense of where they ought to be, he drove off. Fulgur looked at the rear-view mirror to check on Uki from time to time. The drive was rather silent. Save for Uki’s sniffles and stuttered breathing. They had finally made one more turn and arrived at the beach. 

As soon as the engine turned off, Uki stepped out of the vehicle and picked up his sandals. His heart ached as grains of sand sifted between his toes. 

The winds whirred around as the ocean hissed. Uki felt like he was going deaf.  

𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗸. 

𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱. 

𝗗𝗼 𝗜 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲? 

He dropped to the ground curling and hugging himself as he wailed. Each grain was reminiscent of the sting in his knees when punishments were inflicted to him and many others confined in the horrendous cult he had escaped.  

“I-I COULDN’T DO ANYTHING. I COULD’VE SAVED THEM."

Fulgur placed the blanket down and knelt next to Uki, who was already crying his heart out. 

“W-WE WERE ALL SO YOUNG.”

Fulgur gripped Uki’s hand, anchoring him as best he could without speaking as he didn’t want to wax poetic only for it to come out as a preach of toxic positivity. He needed to let Uki grieve. It had been a long time coming. 

"I want to sink beneath this sea." Uki uttered as his gaze locked on the fractured moonlight glistening on the ocean. 

The words Uki uttered hung in the air as Fulgur witnessed the unfathomable hurt his person was feeling. Fulgur took a deep breath as if to muster up all the strength in his mind and body for them both. He then removed the car keys from his pocket then placed it on the blanket. 

Fulgur stood, dusted the sand off his legs then held his hand out. 

“Where are we going?” Uki asked. 

“Just trust me.”  

Uki grabbed onto Fulgur’s arm and could feel the blood rushing through his brain as he was slowly brought up to his feet. Fulgur helped Uki regain his balance as they made their way to the water. 

“Wait but your arm and leg,” Uki slightly tugged at Fulgur’s hand. 

“Nah it’s fine. I can just drain it and fix it up when we get back. Come on.” 

A shiver ran up Uki’s spine as the waves came in contact. They kept taking steps farther from land and when the water waded ‘til their torso, they stopped.  

“Ok. Now I want you to lie back into the water.” 

“Lie back?” 

“Yes, then slowly do a T-pose,” Fulgur instructed. 

“So you want me to float?”

"Yeah," Fulgur nodded. 

Uki was a bit taken aback by Fulgur’s odd instructions but still did as told. He laid his head back, extended his arms to his sides, and lifted his feet. Fulgur stood next to Uki, supporting him by the nape and back. 

“That’s it. There you go.” Fulgur’s voice sounded even more calm as the ocean water muffled Uki’s hearing. 

Uki couldn't understand why they were in the water but the night sky illuminated by stars, veiled ever so lightly with clouds was a beautiful sight to behold. No other words between them needed. 

Tears continued to stream down Uki’s temples while Fulgur quietly held Uki so as to not let him drift away. After what seemed to be almost an hour, Uki stopped crying and couldn't tell whether it was the saltiness of the sea or his tears he could taste. Uki slowly propped himself upright with Fulgur carefully supporting him. 

Uki wrapped his arms around Fulgur and buried his face in the crook of his neck. 

"Never let me go." 

"As long as we live." 

Fulgur held him tighter. He was washed over with immense relief. 

“Good. Can I have that cuddle when we get back?” 

“Of course, Ukiki.”

They held each other for a while before retreating back to shore, making the soft-spoken, conversation-filled drive back home. 

And I am done with my graceless heart So tonight, I'm gonna cut it out and then restart' Cause I like to keep my issues drawn It's always darkest before the dawn 

A/Ns: Once you've reached the end notes, listen to "Shake It Out" by Florence + The Machine. Thank you so much for reading "Never Let Me Go"! Part iii is a work in progress. I just need to find the 2 Florence songs that fit the theme!

STORY i | WRITING MASTERLIST | FLOW MASTERLIST

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Holy shit, The mind electric by Chonny Jash makes my Sander Sides hyperfixation hit DIFFERENT-

Especially if you look at the heart segment as Patton and Janus, The mind section as Logan and Virgil, and the soul segment as Roman and Remus.

To further my point, here are some actual lyrics from the song ((with notes by me)):

The Heart segment:

But as complacency settles, anxieties will rise

And part this Soul as Jekyll parted Hyde

Now I’m but half of a hollow man’s lies:

The love, the hate, the еmotional side

((LIKE BROO???? Janus and Patton talking about doing nothing will just make Virgil be anxious and talking about how Thomas has them seperated))

“I know I’m weak. I know that I’m vile

But sometimes that is needed to survive.”

That’s what I’ll say to rationalize

“I’m needed if we’re to stay alive.”

((Janus trying to convince himself he is needed))

And yet, here I lie with black, sunken eyes

My Mind’s consigned our sighs to a leaden void

The Soul remains tempered. I remain plied

Condemned ‘til we are both all but destroyed

((Patton sad that Logan and Virgil are convinced that emotion is not needed, convinced that this will do more bad than good.))

But I know that one plus one can’t equal two

If happiness is both our truths

Our total sum must equal one if we’re to find that golden hue

((Basically like ‘Hey, guys! We need to be apart of this whether you like it or not!’ Also trying to convince the others that happiness is the ultimate goal.))

See how The Mind tricks The Soul

Into being something sickly, dead and cold

As you feel it start to tire and fester so, so slowly

Up until the point where it will finally die

Just in time to see what could have been

((Talking about Virgil and Logan trying to convince Roman and Remus to be on their side?? Also talking about how this is a bad idea because they could pass opportunities. God, I need an animatic and I need it now-))

Do what you want, you automaton freak

No, I can no longer bring myself to care

This hollowed out vessel’s beginning to creak

So take control, let’s see how you fare

((Janus being sassy before the Parts change? Iconic.))

The mind segment:

Resident Heart is feeble and frail

A scourge to purge; due diligence is all

Silent, sad outbursts, inaudible wails

Dictate he never does as he’s told

((Logan and Virgil talking about Patton? Mad he’s doing his job and has emotion, talk about projection.)

Fathers of fathers, brothers of sons

Deterred from being what they know they can

All because Heart refuses to run

This creature hardly resembles a man

((Once again, these boys trash-talking Patton, but now also bringing the ‘sons’ into this (R&R)))

My logic is the absolute

His pity parties simply harm these chances at an apt repute:

Esteemed regard in place of mockery

((Logan talking about the others and how he needs to be listened to more))

I’m sure it seems from his point of view

That I’m a simple, cynical machine

But is it so hard to see the whole truth?

I merely seek a Soul that’s pristine

((Virgil talking about Janus and how he only wants the best for Thomas))

See how The Heart plays profound

(See how he lies.)

But the depth is insincere

A pathetic, thin veneer

All the pain, regret and fear still resound

((Just more L and V talking shit, but more specifically critiquing on how Patton and Janus both think they know best when they don’t))

Though I seem harsh in all my assessments

We each seek a life lived in the light

Yet, there lies our Heart, engulfed in resentment

Stubborn, pale akaryocyte

((Logan being like ‘yeah, I was a little harsh, but I’m not gonna fucking apologize because something needs to be done.’ Also equated ‘having emotions’ as having a ‘virus’ because that's what akaryocyte means))

The soul segment:

Call me The Soul or call me my name

Oh, label me whatever you would like

Call me your host or call me insane

If that will help you stay in line

((Basically an introduction, but also why I put Remus as the soul because he would be like ‘Yeah, I’m insane, sure, but it works, doesn’t it?’))

Fathers of fathers, I know that I’m vile

Let’s see how long it takes to murder me

Neither is wrong, yet neither is right

Condemn him to the infirmary

((Remus basically knowing his job is to be terrible and telling Patton “hey, I’m the exact opposite of you. And if you hate it so much, kill me.” While Roman is like “both sides have points, but I don’t know who to choose”))

I. Am. Me.

((You can’t tell me this isn’t all of them shouting this at the same time. They a frustrated bunch.))

See how the brain plays around

And it splits what once was whole down into three

And you fall inside a hole, inside a

Someone help me

Understand what’s going on behind my eyes

Doctor, I can’t tell if I’m not me

((The creativity twins both mad at Logan and Virgil for digging deeper into the psyche, trying to make sense of things.))

See how they fight all day

The other half won’t hear what’s had to say

It’s just the game they play here in this labyrinth maze

((Do I... Do I need to over-analyze this line? I feel like this one does the job for me))

Tridential regicide

I won’t hesitate to kill my Heart and Mind

I will abdicate these deviants sat inside

I’ll take you down in tandem when this rope is tied

((Basically both of them saying ‘this fighting is gonna kill me and, in turn, us.))

And this was a lot longer than I intended. And there are parts I didn’t even get to! Please listen! God, it's so good.

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The Golden Empire and The Musical Kingdoms presents the Seventh Song of "The Single Song Saturdays": "The Love of The City"

THE ORIGINAL LYRICS:

"I do it for the love of city, it’s litty You know I got the people rocking with me I do it for the love of city, it’s litty You know I got the people rocking with me I do it for the love of city, it’s litty You know I got the people rocking with me I do it for the love of city, it’s litty You know I got the people rocking with me

I do it for the love of the city, it’s litty You know I got the people rocking with me The whole team with me Southwest Florida, 239, rocking with me Lee and Collier, they both rocking with me Hendry and DeSoto, with the counties I’m not picky On I-75 bumping Plies and Frank Lini Oro Fino jewelry got me looking real drippy Saying ain’t nothing friendly, ‘cuz it family Real impact, I promise it’s not a grazing Not in the mentions, I’ll promise that I’ll replace them Zach of All Trades, I’m nothing short of amazing City of The Palms is what they should be embracing

I do it for the love of city, it’s litty You know I got the people rocking with me I do it for the love of city, it’s litty You know I got the people rocking with me I do it for the love of city, it’s litty You know I got the people rocking with me I do it for the love of city, it’s litty You know I got the people rocking with me "

(DISCLAIMER - The Golden Empire nor any of the entities of The Internal Sphere did not make, nor does any of these entities own this instrumental. The instrumental was made and belongs to BigT Productions.)

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A hopefully fun question for you if you want to answer!! Pick any musician/group you love and tell us your favourite track off each of their albums (you can do as many albums as you like or just one), and also an underrated song of theirs that you think needs more love 😊

According to my wrapped most of what i listen qualifies as pop and a good chunk of that is supposedly indie pop in spanish but I don't quite think they really are all that indie lol (is there a middle ground between indie and mainstream? not quite we produce all our music in our basement but definitely we aren't the top artists of the record company) my first thought was varry brava bc raffaella was my top song this year and i am just very fond of the italian version they have of calor which i don't think gets recognized for being a bop

but also, a band that stole my heart is called la vida boheme (not pop, kind of rock? all of it in spanish i'm afraid and half of the lyrics make no sense in english bc they're half protest poetry half stream of consciousness nightmare)

2011 - Nuestra. The entire album. All of it. Flamingo makes my heart crump up and wish to hide in someone's neck. But also. Huxley is the anthem of the intellectuals that drink to make people tolerable. I love it. Most of the album reeks of a nihilist daring the gods to strike him with a lighting. For divine retribution of some sort. It's for people fed up, asking for a fight.

2013 - Será. I hate this album not bc it's bad but bc it reminds me of being terrified out of my mind for people i love during a very unstable political time (not that my country has had a non unstable time since 1999 but i was far away and too many people were getting incarcerated for protesting and being gassed). It's full of their own sorrow about it too. But they take influence of other musical genres which i love and their last song is literal hope.

2017 - la lucha. Brilliant album. Lyrically? Milagro del sur. So sad. But no. If I'm going to keep one song from it it'll be the protest song (the entire album is all protest music tho one way or another)

The 3 albums are a trilogy and their names form together 'nuestra será la lucha' (ours will be the battle).

They've been releasing singles rather than albums since then. Two stand outs for me one from 2020 and one from this summer:

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PLIES TURNS RAUNCHY MEME INTO WHAT COULD BE HIS NEXT HIT

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I have a high muse for my boy Aksel (Lucas Lynggaard Tønnesen), but also for Mason (Jeremy Allen White), Charlie (Hailee Steinfield) and Julian (Finn Cole), so If you want a one-line lyric starter plis drop a like <3 (plis comment the muse you want the starter from)