#these guys are newer and have a really cool sound to them

[the-uninformed-zennial]

Okay so I wanna talk about the ecosystem of a fandom space like Fable/Bound SMP and those that extend off of it.

(long post below)

So one of the things that kinda stands out to me is that many of the popular ships are just canon. Like… off the top of my head the only two popular ships that aren’t necessarily canon in Fable are Kaleidoscope (Midas x Malitae) and Prison Duo (Centross x Icarus). But even one of those has been hinted at being canon by Sherbert in a few streams so like???

Looking at this from the outside it’s almost worrying. But the thing is, I think it has to do with three different things that are all unique to the Fable/Mer/Bound (and adjacent) fandom(s) and might actually be the sign of a really warm and welcoming community (as the Fable & adjacent fandoms have always been imo).

Firstly, the medium. If these were not lore-heavy, highly improvisational, live-streamed stories the fandom wouldn’t be able to provide feedback and the creators wouldn’t be able to react to said feedback in time to adjust. Think about Hermitcraft, it’s highly improvisational, yes. But lore-wise it’s not super heavy and thus all ships kinda teeter on the edge of being canon or not canon. Likewise smth like Whitepine where it’s recorded beforehand (and I think scripted??) doesn’t give the creators the flexibility to adjust the content in the same way the fandom is moving as quickly as the fandom moves.

Secondly, the fact that the creators interact with the fandom. Hi, hello, I’m living proof of this cause if I hadn’t gotten picked up by Heyhay and Art I never would’ve gotten to become one of said content creators. But this goes far beyond that. This has to do with the fact that they listen and interact and bounce ideas off of their fan base. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it, the opinions and ideas you guys share out here do influence the story, even if it’s just confirmation that you guys are picking up what the creators are laying down. It still serves as a sounding board to see how well things are coming across, and speaking as a creator myself (albeit a newer one) I find it incredibly helpful.

Thirdly, the size. Obviously if this venn-diagram of fandoms was as large as say Hermitcraft or QSMP the content creators simply wouldn’t be able to keep up with the fandom and many ideas would get lost in the jumble. Even just with how large Fable got at it’s peak, there came a point where it was nearly impossible to keep up with the amount of fan art and theories that were being made. So I think this point kinda feeds back into the second, that having a smaller size helps the content creators keep up with the feedback they receive from their art and lead to the fandom having more influence on the story than anyone really realizes.

These three things work together to create a space where people get to feel heard and seen. One of the most enticing things about being a community member for me was having that ability to influence the story, to talk to the characters themselves, to poke them about things I wanted to know the answer to. And when they responded?? It was so cool! I remember I used to keep a tally of little things in the world that I had affected because of messages that had been sent during live chat. It wasn’t ever anything big, but sometimes it’s the little things that count. That’s why, as a creator now I try really hard to interact with community members. I know I’m obviously not one of the big creators in this space, but I still want to help you guys feel seen and heard, because that’s where so much of the magic of being a part of this fandom space comes from imo. And if I can help recreate what helped me fall in love with this fandom space even a little bit, I’ll do what I can.

Anyway, I’m just super grateful to this community and the fellow creators within it. I have been so lucky to be able to get to experience this fandom from both the community member and creator side and honestly it has just been one of the most overwhelmingly positive experiences of my life, from both sides of the spectrum. I know things like that are fickle. I know fandoms and people are always growing and changing and maybe that won’t always be the case. But I just wanted to say I really appreciate the community that has been built here and all the work that goes into keeping it a positive and safe space. So, thank you guys 💕

[munsonsmixtapes]

Ok but imagine like older Eddie he's like 50 and he's still in corroded coffin but they only got big around Hawkins and surrounding areas but like you meet him ajd you're 23 and he's selling merch and you donf think he's in the band and you're in town for the headliners band which is a bigger more well known band bur yiu and Eddie start flirting and you're wearing your usual concert outfit a tight cropped tank top and short shorts and you guys takk and you wnd up buying merch for the band you think he's just selling for jusf bc you needed a reason to talj to him and then you go to your seats and the opening band is Eddie's bandand yiu see him and your jaw drops and you're in shock and he's so so giddy and flirty wven while he's playinf but only ti you and he feels like a teenager again and his hormones are racing and after the set you don't even stay to watch the headliner you go and talj eith him more and one thing leads to another and yiu guys ya know get filthy 🥵🥵🙈🙈🙈

This is such a great request! I did change the age gap because it’s a little too large for my liking so I hope that’s okay!

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, grinding, age gap (reader is 25 and Eddie is 40)

You entered the crowded venue and smoothed out your skirt before heading over to the merch stand of the band you were most excited to see. You had worn your best outfit, hoping to get some action from the lead guitarist, even though he was definitely old enough to be your father. What could you say? You had a thing for older men and didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.

You pulled your shirt down just enough to show your cleavage, even though your bra was very visible through the tight material and made your way over to the merch table where you knew the band hung out before their set.

You looked around at the other tables as you went and stopped when you saw the hottest man you had ever seen at the stall right next to the one you had your eye on. He was staring directly at you, his eyes looking directly at your tits that were practically spilling over your tank top.

He had a beard that you were definitely into and his hair was pulled back into a loose bun which you assumed was to keep his hair off his neck in the hot venue and he was wearing a denim vest which showcased his tattoos very nicely. He had some on his torso and both of his arms were covered in full sleeves.

As you stepped closer, you could see all of his face piercing which included a hoop through both his lip and nose and a piercing through his eyebrow. He was so hot that you could have sworn you were getting wet just from looking at him.

“Hi,” you greeted, putting on your signature flirty smile and he mimicked it, his far better than yours.

“Hi,” he replied, pressing his hands on the counter and leaning forward, just close enough for you to get a whiff of him. He smelled like the perfect mixture of tobacco and whatever cologne he was wearing and it was intoxicating.

“Corroded Coffin?” You asked, looking down at the shirts that were displayed both behind him and on the table he was leaning on. You knew practically every band in the genre so you weren’t entirely sure why you had never heard of them.

“They’re newer,” he responded, his voice sounding raspy and low, making your cunt even more damp. “It’s their first big show outside of Indiana.”

“That’s really cool,” you smiled. You always loved supporting smaller bands and eyed the CD that was next to him, displaying what you had assumed was their album.

“You should check them out,” he said, handing you one of the CDs and a shirt that he assumed was your size. You reached for your purse, but he just shook his head.

“No need, sugar,” he winked. “It’s on the house.”

“Well thank you-” you paused, realizing you didn’t know his name.

“Eddie,” he responded and got thought the name suited him.

“Eddie,” you repeated and he loved the way it fell from your pretty glossed lips.

“And you are?” He asked, leaning even closer and his scent entered your nose again, making you want to smell it forever.

“I guess you’ll have to find out when you find me later,” you gave him a wink of your own and grabbed a sharpie from your purse that you had brought for autographs and grabbed his hand before scribbling your number on it. With that, you turned on your heel to head to to head into the seating area, making a beeline for a spot right in front of the barricade, the whole reason why you originally showed up in the first place as your mind wandered to Eddie.

Not long after, you received a text from Eddie which had been an eggplant emoji and immediately saved his number before sending him the water droplets back.

After about an hour of making conversation with the people around you, the lights went down and the first band came on. You watched as fog moved across the stage as the curtain slowly rose to reveal the band, a gasp escaping your lips as you realized that the front man was Eddie.

“How we doing San Francisco?” He asked as he adjusted his mic. His eyes locked on yours and you smiled, giving him a flirty wave. Everyone erupted in cheers and you joined them, clapping your hands together and cheering as loud as you could.

“Good to hear it. May I say that I am doing fantastic. I think I’m gonna start off with a fan favorite. Is that alright?” Everyone cheered again and you were curious to see which song they were going to perform.

The song started off slow, but you didn’t miss the absolutely filthy lyrics that were spilling from Eddie’s mouth. He was watching the entire time, almost as if he was dedicating the song to you. He then stepped away from his mic, you reached your hand out to him and he took it, pressing a kiss to the skin, looking directly into your eyes as he sang about wanting to fuck you like an animal.

As you watching Eddie perform, you let your mind think about all of the things you’d let him do to you. The way you’d grind against him while he sat in the passenger seat of your car as he took what he wanted from you as he kissed you until you were both breathless. He’d then stick his hands underneath your skirt and finger you, stretching you out so you’d be ready for his giant cock and he’d fuck you until you both orgasmed, the windows fogging up from your moans mixing together in the air.

You honestly hadn’t been paying attention their entire set after the first song. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to see Eddie naked and just how much you wanting to run your tongue along his lip ring while he pounded into you, making you moan like you never had before.

You sent Eddie your location as you got to your car and he met you there pretty quickly, still in his outfit from before, his torso glistening with sweat that you found yourself wanting to lick up.

“So, you gonna tell me your name now?” He asked as he took a drag of the cigarette he was holding.

“I’m y/n.”

“Oh, I’m gonna love moaning that,” he responded then his eyes widened. “That is why you asked me here, right?”

“What did you think the emoji meant?”

“I just wanted to be sure, sugar,” he took another drag from the cigarette and blew it through his lips. “Just wanted to make sure the feeling was mutual before I did anything. And I also wanted to make sure that you were of age before we did anything. You’d be surprised how many minors try to get with me.”

You pulled your ID from your wallet and handed it to him. You had been younger than he thought and a couple years younger than the half your age plus seven rule but since it was only two, he supposed he could make an exception. You were just so hot to not take the opportunity.

He gave you your ID back and without hesitation, his lips were on yours in a filthy kiss as he set you on the hood of your car, spreading your legs so he could step between them to get closer to you. He licked into your mouth and laid you down onto the hood, neither of you caring who was around. You were just so desperate for each other that you couldn’t waste any time getting into the car.

His tongue roughly scraped against yours and you let out a moan at the feeling which made his dick harden which you felt against you, making you even more wet. Eddie’s hand slowly moved down to your skirt and moved up it. His fingers were rough and his rings were cool against your thigh as he slowly moved his hand up it. His cock hardened even more once he realized you hadn’t been wearing any underwear.

He shoved two of his fingers up your pussy as his lips moved against yours and you moaned into his mouth at both the sensation and his cold rings brushing the sensitive skin.

“Oh,” you moaned and he pulled away, wanting to see you come undone at his touches. Your eyes closed as he got both fingers fully inside and then he pulled out, pumping in and out and you moaned louder as he moved harder and faster, your legs giving out at the pure delight that was coursing through you.

“Look so pretty around my fingers, sugar. Bet you look even prettier around my cock,” he said as he pulled his fingers out of you as soon as you reached your orgasm. He licked the slick clean off his fingers and looked down at you with a grin as you gasped at the action. “And look at that, you taste even better.”

Your legs were feeling like jello as you were sliding down the hood of the car. Eddie caught you and helped you to the passenger seat. He got in first and you climbed on top of him. He slammed the door and as soon as you were in the privacy of the tinted windows, your lips were on his, the kiss rough and hot as you leaned the seat back as far as it would go. Once it was situated, you moved your hands to Eddie’s vest, pulling it down his shoulders. He leaned up so you had more ease removing it and eventually, it ended up in the backseat as he pulled the bottom of your shirt out from your skirt. He could see the red bra underneath it pretty clearly, but he wanted to see it without the shirt being in the way.

You lifted your arms and he removed your shirt in one quick motion, tossing it into the back seat before taking a moment to get a look at you. You looked so fucking hot on top of him with your kiss bitten lips and your tits that were practically spilling out of your bra. He didn’t know what he had done to be able to be there with you in that moment, but he was definitely going to consider himself fucking lucky.

Eddie’s fingers ran along the lace that was attached to the tops of the cups and you felt your nipples harden as his fingers touched your bare chest as his fingers moved. He kissed you again and stuck his hand down one of the cups to squeeze your tit. He licked into your mouth and you began grinding against him, the slick of your sopping wet cunt seeping through his jeans, making the fabric wet as well.

You felt his hard dick against your entrance as you continued to grind on him and he groaned into your mouth at the feeling. Eventually, his hands moved to the back of your bra and he unclasped it with ease before tossing it to the back to join your other discarded clothing.

“God, fuck, you’re so hot,” he practically whimpered as he caught sight of your tits.

“Oh, you like them?” You asked, moving to the left and right, causing them to move with you. Eddie swore he was going to cream his pants right there.

“Wanna see them bounce while you ride me,” his voice was even lower and raspy than before and you swore that you weren’t going to survive if he was going to keep talking like that. “Wanna ride me, sugar?” That nickname was doing things to you that you couldn’t even explain.

“Wanna ride you so bad, fuck,” you whined. Oh, he could get used to that. You moved so he could remove his pants while you reached for a condom in your purse. Once you had it and his pants and underwear were down to his ankles. His cock was even larger than you had expected and you were not glad he had fingered you so you were more stretched out.

“You’re so big,” you told him and he smiled.

“Think you can take it?”

“Oh, I know I can.” You rolled the condom onto his dick then situated yourself onto it, the two of you letting out moans as he entered you. You grabbed onto his shoulders while his hands went to your waist. Your hips bucked as you began to ride him. Eddie watched your tits bounce as you moved and he was mesmerized by the moment, very sure that no one had ever looked that hot in that situation.

You continued to ride him as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, your tongue moving his lip ring back and forth as your bare tits pressed to his chest. It was overstimulating, but he didn’t even care.

“Fuck, driving me crazy,” he moaned. “Can’t be doing all these things at once, sugar. My poor cock can’t take it.”

“Oh, you can take it,” you responded, your movements becoming even faster and harder, causing his back to arch, his own hips bucking against yours. His vision went hazy as he reached his peak, letting out his loudest moan yet, but neither of you were ready to stop.

You pulled him in for another filthy kiss and loved the way his facial hair scraped against your face. It was touch and coarse and you didn’t even care if it irritated your skin so long as he kept kissing you like that, his tongue swirling around and scraping against yours.

You scratched down his chest and you continued to ride him, the feeling of his hips bucking against yours causing you to come undone. His fingers were digging into your hips so hard that you swore that he was going to leave bruises, but you didn’t care. In fact, you kind of wanted him to so you could have physical proof of this moment.

Your pace slowed down as both of you orgasmed, wanting to take things slow for a bit since you had gotten there so quickly. Now you just wanted to enjoy the way he felt inside you a little longer. He felt so good and you were stalling at that point because you knew that this was just going to be a one time thing. It always was with rockstars. They were always the hit it and quite it types.

You eventually got off of Eddie and the two of you cleaned up and he pulled his pants back up which you helped him button. You then settled yourself back on his lap and leaned your head against his chest, tracing the tattoo that was right by your face.

“So, same time tomorrow?” He asked, letting his fingers gently run up and down your back and you pulled back to look at him.

“You want to?” You asked, your face lighting up at his suggestion. He pulled you into a short kiss before smiling as well.

“Sugar, if you fuck me like that again, I’d be happy to do it every night.” You pulled him in for another kiss the laid your head back on his chest to hide the grin on your face.

“It’s a date,” he responded, a grin making its way upon his face as he thought that maybe he’d wine and dine you first. That was what you deserved for making him feel that good, after all.

[thydungeongal]

Hi! Yours and @vixensdungeon's posting about how it is cool to take a bunch of your stupid little guys, and throw them in a stupid big dungeon, and then roll on some big stupid tables, shake it all, and see if they live and what kind of treasure they can pull out without much regard for "narrative arcs" or whatever has today inspired me to grab an OSR-style rulebook at my local store. (Black Powder and Brimstone, if you're curious, apparently it's very hot off the presses).

Now, your posting was enough of an inspiration for me to get the general vibe, but to my ass that hasn't actually fun anything more lightweight than Blades in the Dark, can you give some practical tips on how to run this sort of game/system that's more focused on emergent play than complex rules toys and GM curation?

So, this is just a grab-bag of advice about running games in this style:

As you have identified, these games have fewer rules toys for players to interact with. Black Powder and Brimstone is apparently based on the rules of Mörk Borg so if I remember my Mörk Borg correctly what it does give you is a very broad framework of handling things that carry risk. These games tend to have fewer rules in the style of "if a character rolls this number they get to do a cool thing," and more often in the style of "if a character does this thing they have to roll or bad things happen." Ability checks and saves and so on are more often tools for managing risk: because characters can't reliably push the buttons on their character sheet to avoid danger, you might want to communicate to your players openly that avoiding danger more often boils down to a question of choice. As Mausritter puts it, "the dice are your enemy, a good plan doesn't require dice."

That said, you as a GM want to allow your players to make informed choices. Many newer OSR/NSR adventures are really good a this, adding sights and sounds and smells coming in from other directions to their room descriptions so that player characters have some idea of what to expect and can thus make informed decisions.

A forgotten part of the tradition of D&D and its old-school editions are player roles, and while I am personally very bad at enforcing these roles, they can make your job as a GM so much easier. You as a GM are already bringing the game, and while OSR/NSR games are often on the simpler side to GM you absolutely should divvy up some of the work between your players. The most common player roles are caller and mapper, the caller being the player who communicates what the party is doing to you (this reduces the mental overhead of having to take input from multiple people while keeping everything together) and the mapper being the player who draws the map (the latter may be unnecessary if you have an easy way to share maps with your players, but as @vixensdungeon will tell you, even if you can share maps there is a joy to be found in players accidentally drawing a shitty map and getting fucked because of it).

Prewritten modules are your friend. While it is absolutely fun to design your own dungeons and I heartily recommend trying it at some point, there is something to a module that has been written by someone who has no way of knowing your party composition and what tools they can bring to an adventure, and then seeing the party try to navigate that adventure. Also, they are a fantastic prep-saving tool.

[losernb]

A Stray's Promise (Part 4)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

A/N: Idk how many parts this is gonna go on for ngl guys... welp I think you guys might enjoy this one (Teehee >3<) also should I post this on ao3???

Your room isn’t massive, but for the Undercity, it’s a damn good space. The walls are covered in a chaotic collage of memories—photographs, scraps of old notes, torn posters, and little trinkets pinned or taped up like pieces of a story only you could understand. Some spots even have doodles drawn directly on the walls, messy but meaningful.

Sevika scans the room, taking it all in, her eyes landing on a particular photograph. It’s of you at twelve years old, stuffing your face with cake, cheeks full and frosting smeared across your chin.

She smirks. “This you?”

You glance over and immediately recognize the picture. You lean against the wall next to her, smiling as you let the memory play in your mind like an old reel.

“Vander made me a birthday cake, the first one I’d had in a while. It wasn’t even my birthday,” you chuckle lightly. “When he heard my birthday had just passed, he threw me a whole party.” You sigh and push yourself up from the wall. 

Sevika frowns, turning her head toward you. “Wait, what?”

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Guess he felt bad when he found out, so he threw me a party anyway. Cake, candles—the whole thing. Even got Silco to show up and pretend he wasn’t annoyed for a few hours.” You shake your head, laughing. “That was the first time I really felt like I had a family again.”

Sevika stays quiet, staring at the picture like she’s trying to piece something together.

“Sounds nice,” she murmurs.

You nudge her with your elbow, snapping her out of it. “You can laugh at my dumb pictures later,” You say, heading over to the dresser on the other side of the room. “My body is killin’ me so I’m gonna go shower. I don’t know what all you’ve got in that bag but if you need something to wear for the night just grab whatever.”

Sevika raises an eyebrow. “What, you just trust me to pick something?”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t have much you can mess up. Just grab a shirt and some sweats or whatever.”

Sevika smirks, stepping toward the dresser. “What if I pick something ridiculous? Like that fancy-looking jacket over there?”

You scoff. “That’s not sleepwear, that’s for looking cool. Try again.”

She hums in thought, opening a drawer and pulling out an old, oversized T-shirt with a half-faded logo on it. “What about this?”

You blink. “That’s… actually my favorite shirt.”

Sevika grins, tossing it over her shoulder. “Oh? Even better.”

You groan, already heading to the bathroom. “Fine, fine. Just make sure you don’t drool all over it in your sleep.”

“No promises,” she teases, settling onto your bed like she already belongs there.

You shake your head with a laugh before closing the bathroom door behind you, leaving Sevika still smirking to herself.

While you shower, Sevika tries to settle down but her mind is racing.The reality of her new situation is sinking in—she’s here, she’s safe, and for the first time in a long while, she doesn’t have to look over her shoulder. She takes down her ponytail, letting her hair fall past her shoulders. She rolls her shoulders and removes her shoes, neatly placing them beside your dresser before letting herself wander around the room.

She continues to explore the things around your room.  There are pictures—some old, some newer—capturing glimpses of laughter, mischief, and moments frozen in time. Some faces she recognizes, others she doesn’t. A few notes and scraps of paper are pinned here and there, little pieces of your life scattered like a puzzle.

Her eyes land on a particularly ridiculous picture of you: mid-laugh, mouth open, food falling off your fork. She chuckles, shaking her head.

"Real graceful, Stray," she mutters under her breath, still smirking.

She keeps looking, fingers ghosting over objects, making silent notes to ask you about certain things later.

She's so focused that she doesn’t hear the bathroom door open. She doesn’t notice you behind her, fresh out of the shower, towel-dried hair slightly messy. You place a hand on her shoulder—

Sevika yelps, body reacting before her mind can catch up. In a blink, she whips around, shoving you back with pure instinct.

You stumble back, landing on your bed with an oof.

“Shit- Stray I’m so sorry!” Sevika practically lunges forward, kneeling beside you, her hands hovering over you like she’s afraid she actually broke something. "Are you okay? I didn’t mean to—"

You groan but brush her off. “Damn Sevika, you’re strong as hell.” You slowly sit up, wincing from the pain of your injuries flaring up.

Sevika’s face twists with guilt, her eyes darting away. “I didn’t mean to do that…” Her voice is quiet again.

“Note to self, don’t sneak up on ya..” You mutter, rubbing the back of your neck. “Don’t worry about me, I was planning on laying down anyway.” You reassure her, sitting up against your pillows. 

She doesn’t respond right away, still looking anywhere but at you. Her fingers twitch against the fabric of her pants, jaw tight like she’s beating herself up over it.

You reach over, placing your hand over hers. She flinches slightly at the contact but doesn’t pull away.

"Hey, I mean it." Your voice is firm, and when she still won’t look at you, you gently tilt her chin up so her gaze meets yours. "I’m fine. Promise."

Sevika searches your face, as if trying to find any sign of dishonesty, but all she sees is sincerity. After a moment, she nods slightly, exhaling some of the tension in her shoulders.

"Go shower," you say, a little softer now. "We’ll get some sleep when you’re done, alright?"

She hesitates for a second longer before finally standing up, giving you one last glance.

"Yeah… alright."

She heads toward the bathroom, and you can’t help but smile as you watch her go. 

Sevika locks the bathroom door behind her and leans against it, exhaling shakily. The adrenaline from earlier is fading, leaving behind a knot in her chest that won’t unravel. She clenches her fists, staring at her reflection in the small, cracked mirror above the sink.

Her own eyes look foreign to her—tired, guarded, but beneath it all, something else. Something raw.

She turns the water on, letting the steam rise as she pulls off her shirt, catching sight of the bruises scattered along her arms and torso. Some fresh, some faded, each one a story she doesn’t want to tell.

The weight of it all crashes down at once.

She grips the edge of the sink, her breath shuddering. She shouldn’t feel this way. She got out. She’s here. She’s safe. But the fear—the exhaustion—it lingers. The idea that someone actually wants her here, that they’d offer her a place to stay without expecting anything in return, it’s overwhelming in a way she can’t process.

Her shoulders shake. Her vision blurs. She presses a hand over her mouth as the sobs force their way up, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. She doesn’t even try to stop them.

Minutes pass.

When she finally steps under the water, she lets it wash over her, trying to drown out the ache in her chest. But even after she scrubs her face, after she takes deep, slow breaths, the evidence remains.

When she emerges from the bathroom, towel still draped around her neck, her eyes are still red-rimmed, her face blotchy. She doesn’t say anything at first, just stands there for a moment, uncertain.

You sit up slightly, eyes scanning her face. Your teasing remark about her taking forever dies on your lips when you take in the lingering dampness on her cheeks, the way she avoids your gaze.

Without a word, you shift over, patting the space beside you. An invitation.

Sevika hesitates, but then, with a quiet exhale, she walks over and sits down next to you.

“I’m fine,” she mutters, voice hoarse, betraying her.

You raise an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Didn’t say you weren’t. Just said to sit your ass down.”

There’s a beat of silence, then Sevika lets out a quiet, shaky breath before stepping forward. She sits next to you, her shoulders still tense, hands gripping the towel in her lap like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.

You nudge her lightly with your knee. “Wanna talk about it?”

She swallows hard, staring at the floor. “No,” she admits. “Not yet.”

You nod, as if that answer is enough. “Alright.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. The only sound is the faint dripping of water from her hair onto her shirt. You glance at her again, then without thinking, you reach up and start gently rubbing the towel against her damp strands, trying to dry it off.

She tenses at first, then sighs and lets you do it. “You don’t have to—”

“Shut up,” you cut in, a smirk playing at your lips. “Let me take care of you for once.”

Sevika snorts lightly, shaking her head, but she doesn’t pull away. She just sits there, letting you fuss over her like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

After a while, you toss the towel aside and lean back against your pillows. “You’re staying, y’know,” you say, voice softer now. “Not just for a night. Not just until things settle. You’ve got a place here, Sev.”

She presses her lips together, her throat tightening again. She wants to say something—anything—to tell you how much that means. But all that comes out is a quiet, “Yeah.”

You don’t push her for more. You just offer her a small smile before reaching over and flipping off the bedside lamp.

“Alright, get comfy,” you say, stretching out under the covers. “I move a lot in my sleep, so if you wake up with an elbow in your face… sorry in advance.”

Sevika huffs a quiet laugh, lying down beside you.

Sevika shifts under the covers again, trying to find a position that feels right, but the bed is softer than she’s used to. Too soft. She’s spent too many nights on stiff mattresses, in cold, empty spaces, where sleep never came easy. But here? It feels safe.

She’s not sure what to do with that feeling.

She turns her head slightly, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. You’re sprawled out in the most ungraceful way—one arm thrown above your head, the other tucked under your pillow. Your shirt has ridden up just enough to expose a sliver of skin, and Sevika quickly looks away before her thoughts can betray her.

A smirk tugs at your lips. “Comfy?”

She scoffs, rolling onto her side to face away from you. “You wish.”

You chuckle, voice drowsy and warm. “C’mon, admit it. You like being here.”

Sevika huffs, staring at the ceiling. “It’s not awful.”

“That’s basically a love confession coming from you.”

Your teasing tone makes her roll her eyes, but the words still settle somewhere deep inside her chest, somewhere she can’t quite reach. She isn’t used to this—to lightness, to warmth, to someone teasing her without malice.

After a pause, she hears you shift, propping yourself up on your elbow. She doesn’t have to look to know you’re watching her. The way the air shifts, the way your body angles slightly toward hers—she can feel it.

“Y’know,” you say softly, “you’ve got a nice face when you’re not scowling all the time.”

Sevika scoffs, turning her head slightly toward you. “The hell kind of compliment is that?”

“A true one.”

And then you do something unexpected. You reach out, brushing a strand of her damp hair back behind her ear. It’s a small thing, a simple thing, but it makes her chest tighten. She’s used to rough touches, to fleeting gestures done out of necessity. But this? This is slow. This is deliberate.

Your fingers linger just near her cheek, just for a moment, and she swears she leans into it before she even realizes.

“See?” you murmur. “Told you.”

Sevika doesn’t know what to say. For once, she’s at a loss for words. The silence stretches between you, not uncomfortable, just… charged. You’re looking at her in a way that makes her feel exposed, like you can see through the cracks she’s tried so hard to seal shut.

Her pulse kicks up, and before she can think better of it, she shoves your shoulder—not too hard, but enough to make you laugh as you fall back onto your pillow.

“Go to sleep, Stray,” she mutters, rolling onto her back again.

You grin up at the ceiling, rubbing your shoulder dramatically. “Yeah, yeah. Night, Sev.”

She exhales, long and slow. “Night.” And as she lets herself relax, feeling the warmth of your presence beside her, she realizes—maybe she really does like being here. Maybe she likes you a little too much.

[fillinforlater]

Master['s] Ball[s]

Male Reader x Choi Yena

Length: 2788 words

Tags: a totally normal gaming night, playing games, cute friendship, having fun, helping each other, grinding, sex as a reward, blow job, playing with testicles, balls, balls, balls, Yena really likes sucking you, jerking you off, soft dom, violent orgasm, pajama party gone wild

Inspiration: that Yena pic as well as some crazy ideas/implementation of Pokemon elements (I do not claim them to be right, just go along with it xD)

(A/N: I wanted to keep it at about 1k, but I went wild xD I feel obliged to @usedpidemo and @worldsover but it's for all of you Yena lovers out there!)

“Ugh, dang it! I can’t beat this guy.”

Yena slams a hand on her blanket and sulks. It has not been her night. Usually, she is bubbly and energetic when the two of you play games together, but today, both her luck and skill seem to have run out. She can’t get past this one difficult enemy, who has a strong matchup against her. 

Peek over her shoulder as she walks across the world to buy items and once again tries to beat her nemesis. She is playing on her 3DS, one of the older Pokemon versions, in her memory the hardest. You have been too occupied with your own handheld device, a gray Gameboy with small scratches and concerning dents, to know how she is doing. 

Yena calls both your console and taste in games ancient and does not understand your obsession with the old, funky sound track and graphics. She will play with you, sure, but she prefers the newer games, the bigger worlds, the mostly easier games to play. No wonder she starts to whine at her first challenge. You giggle.

“Should I help you?” you ask Yena and rub her shoulder to cheer her up. A cute girl in pink pajamas with a pink 3DS and pink fingernails should not get sad over a game, especially if there is someone who could help her. She just has to swallow her pride.

“No, I can do it on my own!” Yena responds and starts up the fight again. At first she is confident, calculated, her attacks connect, but as the battle continues, her Pokemon faint. One by one, her opponent can take them out, always having an answer for what she throws at him. In the end, it’s a devastating defeat and Yena lowers the 3DS, which she had put close to her face, as if it was of any use.

“Ts,” she hisses after a second of awkward silence and turns to look at you. “He is too difficult, I bet you can’t beat him either.”

“Can I at least try?” you ask her with a smile and she hands you the console. You make your own adjustments before the fight and notice some of Yena’s pre-match mistakes. Switch around items and Pokemon, and leave her confused as she watches from the side, scooting her body close to you, almost sitting on you. 

“Do you want to sit in between my legs?” you laugh when she almost falls onto you. It’s not an honest question, just a show of how uncertain you are with her being this close. You’re not children anymore, no kindergarten friends, but adults, who flee from reality ever so often in colorful, exciting worlds. However, Yena’s answer stuns you.

“Yes, that would be so cool! Like when we were kids!”

You sit there and look at her with wide eyes, not moving, brain frozen with a mixture of conflicting emotions. There is thrill, a bit of fear, a droplet of child-like wonder and a sudden rush of… something warm in your chest. Yena suddenly takes matters into her own hands, pushing your legs apart and sitting down in between them, her back resting on your upper body. Your arms naturally fall around her and you have to put your chin on her shoulder to watch the two screens.

“Is this comfortable for you?” she asks kindly, her pink-pajama-covered legs touching your blue-pajama-covered legs.

“Ye-yeah, it’s n-nice,” you stutter and quickly try to focus on the battle ahead. Right from the get go it’s smooth. Watching Yena’s previous attempt, you have memorized the opponents playstyle and the attacks of his Pokemon. With smart play after smart play, you find answers for the things he throws at you.

Yena gasps in awe from time to time, shimming in excitement as you get closer and closer to succeeding. It’s like she is about to burst when you send out the final, winning hit and hear the triumphant music, but she holds herself back and wordlessly takes back her 3DS.

“And?” you ask her with a grin. “I did beat him. You didn’t believe me, but in the end, I’m still the Master at Pokemon.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Yena rolls her eyes and pouts her lips. “Well done, Pokemon Master. I would have beaten him too… eventually…”

“Don’t worry Yena, you’ll get there eventually.”

“Stop being so mean, ts.”

After your short banter, you expected her to get out from her seat in between your legs, but quite the opposite is true. She gets more comfortable, sinking into you like you're a chair and playing totally relaxed. You try to do the same, but after a bit of aimlessly wandering around in your own world of escapism, you turn off the Gameboy and decide to watch Yena play. 

It’s endearing, her adorable laugh at NPC’s textboxes, her attempts to hum the various melodies, her gasp when she finds a new Pokemon in the tall grass. Sadly, most of them run away or accidentally die before she can catch them, but you love the way she never gives up.

“What if I,” she suddenly says and turns to look at you, noses almost touching. 

“Wh-what is it, Yena?”

“What if I finally find a Jigglypuff and can't catch it? That would be really frustrating. They are so rare and easily the coolest Pokemon, but so rare. Can I ask you for help then?”

She looks at you with wide, adorable eyes, like a kitten who meows for food and someone to lovingly scratch her back. You can’t help but blush at her cuteness and pat her head.

“You can just get a Master Ball, you know? It’s not that hard to obtain in this game.”

“What is a Master Ball?”

“Wait, you don’t know the Master Ball? It’s an item which lets you catch every Pokemon on the first try, guaranteed.” 

“Really? That is so cool, please get me one!”

Yena eagerly hands you her pink console and you take charge of the controls once more. As you travel across the land, searching far and wide for the last couple of things to finish your quest for the item Yena so desperately wants. Speaking of Yena, she watches you play in awe, with dreamy eyes and adjusts her posture from time to time, which is not a big deal until—

Her butt reaches your crotch. You feel the softness of her, even through a couple of layers of pajamas you swear you can feel it right on your most private parts. You clear your throat, but Yena is oblivious to your signs and continues to melt her body into you, now even rubbing you. 

Focus back on the game, the task ahead will distract you. You can’t allow yourself to have lewd thoughts over Yena. She is your childhood friend, loyal from then to now and forever. Never would you allow yourself to think in that way about her—well, but her lips can probably do one word starting with ‘S’ very well, except for shouting and singing. 

No, focus. You need to get the Master Ball. If Yena can just get her Jigglypuff, her favorite Pokemon, and also favorite fighter in Smash, she would be all bubbly and her giggles would not only fill her room, but also your heart. With the Master Ball, this is basically guaranteed, so you carefully do your mission.

“Okay, I’m almost there,” you say frantically pushing buttons and Yena sways side to side, grinding herself more and more on your manhood.

“Yes, you can do it!” she shouts and for some reason starts to give quick taps to your cheek. Her smell can only be described as pink with a tiny hint of sweat coming from her pits and hands. During all the time you’ve spent with her you have never noticed this, but now it’s starting to mess with your mind. You don’t even really notice the last couple of inputs and the pop-up on the screen saying—

“You got it! The Master Ball, ya-hoo!”

Yena turns around and lunges at you. In your distracted state even her light, small frame can tackle you onto the mattress. Yena giggles gleefully at your shocked expression and reaches for the console. She saves the progress, then puts away the device just to lay her head onto your heaving chest. 

You feel your breath quicken and the pace of your heart reach a new height. Doesn’t help that her tummy presses right onto your dick and that you can't keep your lustful thoughts from spiraling further out of control.

"Thank you for the help," Yena coos and traces her finger along the side of your body, it tickles a little. "You truly are the Pokemon Master."

"N-no problem," you answer her with an awkward laugh, watching her finger drift further down until she lands right at a forbidden spot.

"Maybe I could help you with something too~?"

Wordlessly, Yena drags down your pajama pants along with your boxers. You feel your heart tighten in your chest and quickly hide your private parts behind timid hands, but shy words of rejection don't come past your lips.

Something about Yena's expression has you stunned, unable to think or move. She looks so happy, a bit giddy but still in control. With trembling, needy eyes she looks up to your face, down to your crotch, up to your face like she is watching an agonizingly slow ping-pong match. 

"I could feel it, you know? Let me help you with it."

She puckers her lips and moves them down to where she just sat. It's now up to you to remove your hands and let her have it or to call it off, tell her she is crazy for just suggesting something like this. You are friends, the type to play games to ignore all the responsibilities of life, from paying taxes and rent to political and family issues. No need to create more issues.

"You don't need to be embarrassed," Yena says with a small smile. "Just returning a favor. I promise it will feel good."

"I-I don't know."

"Trust me."

She puckers her lips. Shouting, singing—sucking, perhaps? Can you really be this bold, let her try it and maybe ruin something this important to you? She never had a boyfriend, so how would she know how to please someone?

"Trust me, okay?"

Yena repeats her words and you are tired of letting the doubts in your head repeat thrmselves. She is already this close to them, you might as well let her have it, and so you remove your hands from your cock and instead hide your flushed head.

"Hm, it looks a little different," Yena whispers as her face turns the same color as yours. "You are not really hard, but still… it looks big."

Somehow, your mouth feels dry. It isn't, you're not thirsty or anything, but for some reason it feels sticky. You barely get a whimper out when Yena sticks out her tongue to touch the tip of your semi-hard cock.

"Can I touch it?" Yena asks, her eyes big in excitement. You nod.

Carefully, Yena grabs the base of your cock and puts it upright. The soft touch of her fingers feels incredible, totally different from your own touch. The foreign hand, it's nice but you soon realize why it's also scary. She has no idea what it feels like to have a penis, so when she pulls up and rubs her hand too roughly over your cockhead, you yelp.

"Ye-Yena, ouch, ca-careful."

"So-sorry. I—oh my~"

Yena's jaw drops when she eyes your balls. Her puckered lips dive onto them and kiss them without hesitation and your knees flail in shock. That's what a mouth feels like on them, oh God.

"Master's Balls."

"What?"

"You know, like the it—"

"I get it, i-it's just so stupid."

The two of you chuckle. You feel tension vibrate out of your body, as if this isn't embarrassing, just a dumb little game you're playing. What could go wrong, really? 

"Sorry," Yena cackles and attacks your sack a bit bolder this time, trying to put it into her mouth whole. You watch her and groan at her tongue licking and grazing and spreading spit over them.

"How could you sa—ah!"

Your question ends in a moan when Yena starts to stroke up and down your shaft, getting it harder in the process.

"How could I what? Get you this hard~?" Yena teases and this time opts for only one of your balls, which easily fits into her eager mouth.

"S-s-say the, that Ma—fuck, Yena!"

Now she is pumping at a speed faster than you usually start with while watching porn. Come to think of it, a lot of the girls you watch porn of look similar to Yena. The cute type, with shapely lips and a bubbly personality. In all honesty, during some of the blowjob scenes, you thought of Yena doing it; but when you now open your eyes, which is hard with the mind-boggling pleasure on your sensitive balls, she is right there, doing it.

It’s better than the fake Yena of your imagination, world’s above than just your hand. The way she goes up and down your joystick, adds saliva to her hand and grips it with perfect tightness again, while suckling gleefully on your left ball, your right one—shit, she can call them whatever she wants, you’d even let her poke your balls. 

“Yena, y-you’re the best,” you moan and pat her head with shaky hands, watching her eyes peek behind your throbbing erection. 

“Hihi, thank you, Pokemon Master,” she giggles and licks up from your balls to your red tip. She guides out droplets of clear precum which has you accidentally trap her body with your knees when you tense up. Yena can take the hit without getting hurt, but the attitude in her scintillating eyes changes from one of playful joy to blissful desire.

“Wh-where did you l-learn this?”

“I was watching certain videos,” Yena lewdly giggles.

A pop and your balls are free. Boy, you can feel how they want to release the cum you didn’t know you had pent up. Yena notices it herself, which she emphasizes by cupping your balls and stopping her strokes but keeping a tight grip on your base.

“You are so full. Don’t get me wrong: I want you to explode in my hands, but first you have to admit it.

“Did you ever think about me doing this?”

Fuck, how does she—

“I—I would n—

“Yes, I did. Yena, I fantasized about your lips qu-quite often.”

“That’s good,” she coos and puts the slightest bit of pressure on your sack, making you hiss and slowly tear up. “Then why didn’t you tell me? We could have had fun for longer.”

“S-sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Be honest with me. Always.”

“O-okay.”

Yena rubs your cock on her cheek. She is so soft, such an adorable girl, but here she also is, going down on you. Past her ducky lips, into her warm mouth, your tip disappears. If she only learned this through watching porn, it’s impressive that she has you this close to an orgasm already. Then again, it’s Yena. Yena, who you notice is much more than just a gaming buddy.

“Th-that feels so good,” you groan. “I-I’m getting close.”

“I knew you’d like my mouth,” Yena says with a smile and suddenly starts to jerk you off rapidly. “But now cum from just my hand. Cum, like you’re watching a video, imagining me, like I’m not even here.”

“B-but, y-you are—fuck, Yena, I want you!”

Yena can’t hear you. She is too enamored with the taste and texture of your balls

which can’t hold their white stuff anymore. A final suck on each one of them and you violently release—Yena violently forces her cum out of you. She does not stop even as the ropes fly into the air and rain down on her head and your pajamas. 

With a harsh thud you crash back on the bed, your cock still wrung out by an eager Yena. It’s like a new kind of firework for her or the first snowfall of winter. Why else would she put out her tongue to catch some of it and get a taste? Wrinkles form on her forehead when she swallows it.

“Hm, pretty salty and… weird.”

“S-sorry,” you barely squeeze out, head spinning, legs twitching.

“Nah it’s fine.”

Yena climbs up to your sweat covered face. She has this huge grin on her face.

“I’ll have a lot of time to get used to the taste, right, Pokemon Master?”

[cy4nid33]

YAPANESE

So basically :3 I have off Tuesday and Thursday turns out bc snow!! (AND IM FROM THE SOUTH SO SNOW IS A HUGE DEAL WE AINT MADE FOR THESE THINGS 💔🗣️🗣️‼️‼️ BUT I LOWKEY AM SO EXCITED CUZ THERES SNOW LIKE EVERY 4 YEARS SOMEWHAT OK ENOUGH DRE RAMBLING :3)

Anyways I have a degree in yapology, :3

BOOM I had to sleep early /lie I stayed up till 2 :3  so I made uhhh au swap thing of usc if he was the flamboyant dragon and yeah!!!

Ok I was kinda thinking about this and I think usc would be very very traumatized but is lowkey too flamboyant to show it, he really likes the normal cookie’s culture and his favorite thing is getting tattoos from each village he visits, (though now he doesn’t like the newer tattoos, he prefers the more ancient methods like getting stabbed with a sharpened bone or summ :3 I had to look that up)

Anyways yeah he met his little grumpy husband (and I imagine the kids kinda look the same :3)(he’s still the malewife)(as USC’s creator it is canon in every Au usc is a malewife :3)

Radiant Polaris cookie before his crash out of the century;

Basically he was a very bubbly god, he created the North Star and people follow his word (I think he is the light of faith I forgot but idk if faith to wrath would make sense..?)

So when he was with constellation cookie (now known as Pillars of creation cookie)

Constellation cookie in a panic, ran to RPC, giving him a sort of crown, he was urging him a lot,

Though to RPC, he had thought nothing of it, it was almost an instinct to do something for his husband if he asked. Turns out his husband was actually kidnapped and it was shadow milk cookie who was tricking him— so yeah be lowkey became a beast,

Shadow milk cookie tested his strength and asked RPC to destroy most of his kingdom and boom :3 he did. And yeah, that’s how he fell :33

OK SO HOW EACH BEAST FELL BC I NEED TO START KEEPING TRACK

Radiant Polaris cookie- forced into by shadow molk

Corrupt- him giving into his impulsiveness/ intrusive thoughts (ex: basically when you think “man what if I punch this guy in the face.” Usually people wouldn’t do it but CPC would as soon as he thought of it…)

abyssal Ice Cookie: it just kinda happened..(Aka I don’t know why but imma make it sound cool :3)

actually I wanna add that’s unrelated that Azure Tar Cookie is absolutely fascinated with AIC’s case and actively is seeking the real reason he had fallen since his was the only one who has not been recorded (reason being AIC’s kingdom was so secluded there was no one to witness why or they had witnessed it but died in the process)(Only burning spice cookie knows but… let’s be real I don’t think that twink azure tar is going to stand a chance.)

Deathstalker Cookie: Betrayed by his close friend, his rage alone caused him to fall before he could actually do something (the witches wanted to stop him before he would cause immense harm to the land god since Terra cookie still was in the process of creating the lands of earthbread.)

Infernal Singhara Cookie: (not exactly sure? Maybe wanted revenge from someone killing off her children)(I need to work on her backstory but what I know is that she owned a small kingdom, where it would be mostly rehabilitating injured cookies as well as raising orphans but I feel like it’s too similar to dsc’s story where he was just really angry.)

(Imma change it but I do wanna keep the theme of her orphans and kingdom being taken away)

Like ⅗ are actually good people who had something wrong happen to them 

⅕ is confined just plain evil

And abyssal ice is kinda… not known 

[hetalia-club]

Genuine question! I don't mean this rude but does the US have folk songs? I just didn't know since it was such a newer country.

Yes. I'm pretty sure every country has folk music regardless of the newness of their country. You'll notice a lot of them have heavy Irish influences for obvious reasons. But yes this would considered 'cowboy music' songs they would sing whilst around a fire. Think Red Dead. Those are all real songs too. Here are a few but there are honestly hundreds.

This one has BIIIIIIG Irish Energy. Also It sounds best if you sing it in an Irish accent like these guys are. Because that's honestly most likely what it was like.

So this song. Not a lot of people know the origins or what the words really mean. This song was original The jig of the British Army and the Brits started calling the Americans Yankees, as we know. Then the Americans stole the song. So the line, "Stuck a feather in his cap and called it Maccaroni" Maccaroni was 1700's slang for 'cool' so if something was Macaroni it was rad as hell. So the Brits were mocking the Americans for putting feathers in their hats saying "You guys thing you look so cool but you actually just look dumb. Also you're always fucking all the time. You're poor. Your guns are old. So ha!"

So when the Americans started to win the war and push the Brits back the Americans started to sing the song back to the Brits giving it a whole new meaning. Which was once a diss track became a double diss track. It turned it into "You're right we do actually look sick as hell with our feathers in our hats thanks for noticing." And so on. Americans are so unserious, always have been.

Prussia & America when the Brits dropped this song. Brittan really popped off with this one not gonna lie. Still slaps unironically.

I would also like to note that Americans Also have Sea Shanties.

About the American-Mexico war. This song goes so hard.

First recording was a whaling ship that was leaving New London, Connecticut. Again, it's sang best with an Irish accent because that is most likely as it was preformed. It's also sang to the tune of an existing Irish folk song.

These are two I know off the top of my head. I'm sure there are many more.

[independent-fics]

Inde watches “The Rollin’ on the River Job”

Leverage Redemption 1x03

“Hardison had to have a lot of practice before Eliot agreed to open those van doors” yes please missing 12 years lore (or original run lore) either way I love

I kinda love how Sophie just keeps referring to Harry as our Mr Wilson it’s cute. She really working to make him feel included

Oof growing pains with Sophie coming back and Parker being the mastermind

Really love Hardison’s algorithm. Love how he’s still helping them find clients

Ahhhh callbacks to learning it’s not always about the money with clients

“I lost count of my marriages, but I only had one husband” my heart

15 MANUALS WHERE

Sophie being happy to be back on a stage

”I’m Parker” yes you are

“We have to rob the vault” “YES” Parker my beloved she deserves all the vents and vaults 

Brennas “trash bags from couch, couch” the implications there

Telling Sophie to walk off after her “let’s go steal” get her back in the groove hahaha

a con with a flow chart Hardison making those for her and helping her ahhh I love them

“Are you using a flow chart for all your interactions” SO WHAT IF SHE IS and where can I get one

The Mark being upset about not being verified on Twitter goodness, they really thought these guys through 

Goodness, Eliot transitioning into OK I was a cop why is he so dramatic 😭this man closeted theater kid I swear the slight accent and tone change? Man suddenly sounded like he’s been through 40 years on the beat like what

I don’t like the cgi clay birds (idk why it bothers me like it would be cool if they learned ig )

I am not getting enough Parker and Eliot brainstorming moments together

Sophie that pink suit is stunning

Breanna already out and aboutttt

Gahgh nvm already benched

Gah the parallels of the newer team members growing like the originals

Parker’s you don’t like my dress? 🥺(also love that this is kinda mirroring the original run episode 3 bridesmaid dress? In a way)

Eliot bonding over cooking with the other security guard ahhh my heart

Ahhh more leverage friends??? I want all the lore

“It’s a very distinctive- hold on” the writers just couldn’t forget that love it

Ice cave, gorilla enclosure, catered a wedding I love these mentions

“Food sensory experience” Eliot you nerd

Harry’s little thumbs up to Breanna I love this duo

Nooo not Eliot’s new friend

Why they always go for typical Russian names we got Ivan Dimitri then the bodyguard is Jake??

Parker making Eliot smell the money haha I love them

Breanna coming in with the ideal gas law you smartical partical

Awww Eliot helping Dennis still and having game night (and the 7 shirt!!!)

THAT WAS MY CAKE PARKER (I love them so much)

Always trust the person inside the van (ugh Hardison I love your notes)

Ugh yeah Breanna me too about the world and the timeline of my life. I would love to kick it in the junk too.

With the pearl yes Parker!!! My beloved world famous thief

[highlynerdy]

Started Novoland Eagle Flag (on @dangermousie 's rec) because there's really nothing airing I'm that interested in after TDHR ended.

First thoughts:

•Holy shit did this production have money! You can smell it. Production value off the charts! It makes me so bummed about some of the more recent cdramas that look so fucking plastic fantastic it hurts my soul.

•Oh. Another secret identity catastrophe calamity inauspicious cdrama baby, huh?? Devout man says we gotta kill a tiny human because the totally not corrupt powers that be stars say so? Cool cool cool. Totally sane and normal to be killing infants.

•What human where would find out that they're the crown prince of a nation ("the youngest inherits the throne" or whatever is a new one for me) and would be totally fine watching the people he grew up with die or become slaves?? Like be so real.

•Uh oh. Uh. Oh. ML looks SOFT™️. In the I must protect at all costs kind of way omg I'm going to be doomed if I stick with this.

•Dad meeting son - "A boy who is traumatized by the battlefield is a coward." Oh hi every terrible parent ever. Mental health whomst? Not herest.

•"You don't take me as your father." No. Fucking. Shit. You are calling the people he has known his entire life slaves and are just fine "giving them away" right in front of his eyes like. Cdrama parents are THE WORST™️

•Okay but like. This was filmed in 2017-2018! It looks so fucking good what the hell! The coloring and lighting are very cinematic, the sound is sometimes terrible in the way that suggests on set recording (my beloved), the costumes and sets look more real than we normally see in newer cdramas.

•The oh so benevolent emperor gave the crown prince title to Asule and is "leaving it up to fate". And he's saying all this horseshit blahblah while the camera pans by his other Photographically Insane looking "Wolf" sons. My guy. You just signed your youngest son's death warrant. A big ol' Shiny Red Button of Doom right above him WHAT THE FUCK. At least the nutter butter advisor seems to get this is WHACK.

•Okay wait though. I just did the math and the ML was only about 20 when this show was filmed and holy shit???

•Seriously still shooketh about the production value gotdamn what are these gorgeous scenes??

•The fact that Asule is so idealistic and kind and "weak" is making me scared for a multitude of reasons. Are they going to break this idealism and in doing so just make him a bit of a monster or at least heartless like everyone else with him becoming unrecognizable in the process? Are they going to try to break this idealism in him and in doing so he breaks irreparably into non functional pieces? Like...shit.

•"Two years later"............

•The foreign envoy wants a prince. Hmm...I wonder who it's going to be.

Yeah okay this is off to a very intriguing start. Already hitting play on ep 2. Don't worry, I won't live watch the rest lol

[sageglitch]

okay so this is by no means a "final draft" by my standards but i had a class assignment to make an opening credits sequence to a film and i tried to visualize creating one for @mothercain's preacher's daughter album if it was a film. tried the best i could with the videos i could find from youtube and created this shit from scratch so hope you enjoy <3 (also yea i made this a few months ago but i forgot my tumblr login until today so finally i can post on here again)

more info:

i wanted it to have something like a late 90s early 2000s straight to vhs movie, hence all the static and shit, and i wanted to mix together a lot of scenery of old backwater towns i spent a lot of time driving through since ive lived in the south basically my whole life. i didnt have a lot of footage i made that i could use but thankfully there was a guy on youtube who's entire channel is basically driving through these unseen towns so if i can ever remember his channels name i will give credits to him for those clips. i also spent a lot of time in old baptist church's since i was a choir kid, (including an old one in MS that still had the upper levels from slavery/jim crow era), but even the newer ones i went to in texas had this very haunting and forgotten feeling to them even though they were being actively used. as for the sound mixing, i was originally going to have this project be a lot longer so the clips didnt feel as fast and the music would have this really cool doubling effect between Family Tree (Intro) and Family Tree synched up perfectly, but my professor made me trim down the project from about 4-5 minutes to the length it's at now, so i had to unfortunately remove that and re-mix the audio to just Family Tree (Intro) and Strangers.

now, for the meat industry clips. basically, i knew there was no way i would be able to do outright gore, and i particularly didnt want to, as i felt it wouldnt unsettle the audience as much as i would want, and rather would just disgust them. so i decided, with my bundles of knowledge on the meat packing industry from the novel The Jungle, it would serve very well to unsettle the audience and mix together these ideas of a sacrificial lamb being no more than a piece of meat to the ones who sacrifice for the joy of sacrifice and not for the meaning behind it (if that makes sense). these clips were free-use sourced from old ass documentaries i found on youtube about the chicago meat packing industry primarily, and i think it does a good job at adding to the horror side element without being outright gratuitous.

and of course, many of the clips come from ethel's youtube as well, though id imagine you can tell which ones those are. there was a lot of content i found from her youtube, and i later found some older clips that no longer are posted on hayden's channel, but i figured i'd rather stick with the one's she has available as to not draw attention to clips she might not want people seeing.

theres also a few clips from possibly in michigan in there. one, because i love possibly in michigan. two, because it does a lot to add to this older film/vhs ambiance that i tried to recreate (very shittily mind you. i dont know how to use after effects very well).

hope you enjoy <3

[asthedeathoflight]

The Warriors have such interesting personalities especially since LMM and Eisa confirm that they share some quirks with their book and movie counterpart somewhat.

What's interesting about Rembrandt is that despite being queer herself he tends to try to go along with the more heteronormative members and vibes with whatever they say, but when she's actually put into the environment she gets incredibly uncomfortable and tends to focus on the greater picture of things.

Cocohise is actually a former soldier and despite being stoic quickly switches up her persona to for whatever the situation calls for.

This was most likely the Vietnam war she was a part of so I can only imagine what kind of PTSD she must have for her to go from being incredibly playful with cowgirl to probably trying to kill a potential enemy on the spot .

Cleon used to be a part of a gang call to destroyers which was predominantly male and the leader was incredibly abusive and a alcoholic then it got so bad that she and vermin had to flee and for what would eventually become the Warriors.

I imagine out of anybody seeing Cyrus's death most of traumatized her doubly because she likely feel guilty for even bringing the girls to the summit because the way she talks in Derailed is so detached, almost like she's reliving that moment where she had to kill her old leader after he tried to kill her for leaving the gang.

This might sound a little weird, but Fox strikes me as the newest member of the group that likely didn't take the fact that she was a part of the actual gang all that seriously.

Her opening Cypher is pretty boastful and she talks about the Magnavox was it something that was incredibly popular with teenagers back in the seventies.

I definitely think she's the latest member to join and probably doesn't fully process just how dangerous things can get which is probably why she likely idolizes Swan and Ajax the most since they're the go-to fighters.

There's just so much you can dig into and it's cool sharing ideas with newer members of The Warriors fandom with this new interpretation of them

Ooooh I love all these backstory tidbits. Rotating them in my mind so hard.

Okay so i do love that you've identified Rembrandt going along with the Bizzies as being her being more comfortable with heterosexuality purely bc I think it's a really funny contrast with the fact that Ajax is kind of heterophobic and so Rembrandt being like aw maybe straight people deserve rights and Ajax being like. absolutely not. is a very fun image to me. Rembrandt is an ally guys.

I do love the backstory bit of Cochise having been in the military that's very interesting to me and I hadn't connected it to her hitting one of the Bizzies with a chair but you're so right that is kind of brutal of her. That's gonna be awkward at the future Bizzie/Warrior friendship dinners Cowgirl and Lance try to organize. I'm really interested in what the military ties the Warriors have look like now that they're all women.

I know it's established somewhere that guy Cleon actually founded the Warriors but I think it would be really interesting if the Warriors were established during World War II when women in general were taking on more masculine roles due to the war. However I also know that black men weren't subject to compulsory service like white men were so I don't know if communities of color saw as stark of a shift in gender roles during that period. I just like the idea of the Warriors having been around for a while and that weighing on Cleon that she's both got a legacy to uphold but maybe wants to do things differently than her predecessors. Also I have a lot of thoughts about the circumstances under which Cleon became leader and specifically Ajax and Cochise deciding they needed to make things happen behind the scenes to put her in charge which Cleon still resents a little bit because she didn't necessarily want that responsibility.

I do agree with you that Fox seems like the newest member. I think in the video game it's mentioned that Rembrandt is the newest member which is an idea that's fun to think about but just going off the album as a source material Fox definitely seems like the baby of the group in age and experience. I think Fox seems like she's a teenager from Coney Island who joined up with the Warriors because she thought they were just soooo cool and strong, and despite everyone's attempts to get her to understand the reality she's still kind of got stars in her eyes that night. Until Reunion Square in which she suddenly understands what it really means to be one of them.

Anyways. Much to consider. Would love to hear everybody's thoughts.

[ihonestlydontknowwhattocallthis]

(Okay so this is just my opinion I respect anyone else’s opinion unless it’s something weird or gross I guess, and I’m not necessarily speaking for everyone here)

(Sorry I planned to make this a short post but I’m always yapping about my opinion more than I need to)

Reasons I didn’t like transformers one:

- the casting is one of those things where they just cast celebrities who aren’t necessarily voice actors to play the characters, for advertising purposes I guess? (That doesn’t mean all of them were bad though some did great)

- I didn’t really like the portrayal of some of the characters, bee was weird but I think that’s mainly because I’m a fan of the completely quite, talking with the radio bumblebee and this one just talks a lot but I like to think that maybe this was what he was like before that all happened which is honestly a great way to think about it. and you know Optimus was younger so I can’t really hate on that take on the character tbh. There are other characters that were kind of weird to me aswell but it’s mainly bee (idk why but he reminds me of zach galifianakis in the hangover)

- I get having celebrity cameos in things but seriously, if your gonna get Steve buscemi in your movie, use that as much as you can! I was so excited when I heard he was playing starsceam I thought “he’s perfect for that!” Only to watch it and I remember maybe five lines that he had and he was only really in one scene. It’s a bit like beetlejucie beetlejuice with willem Defoe, he appeared and then he left. Atleast he was in it more that Steve buscemi though

- the thing is, and again this is just my opinion, it wasn’t cool to me, maybe it was the aesthetic of it or maybe it was the animation I don’t know what made it not cool? Like it has so much potential to be really really cool but the fight scenes kinda just bored me a little, like with the new, micheal bay produced ones, even though a lot of people don’t like those movies you have to admit the scenes are cool, there’s big noises and they look bigger than everything else around them and they’ve got cool echoey voices. And even the original “the transformers the movie” it’s got cool things happening around each corner and amazing songs to go with it (I love that movie). And idk by the end I was just waiting to see who played the sentinel guy (I think it was John hamm)

- I personally don’t need to see Optimus primes backstory, I guess in my head he met like bee and that a lot later but he says my old friend in other newer movies so idk maybe I’m wrong with that.

- also, no idea who elita is, at first I thought she was meant to be ARCEE which I was hopeing she wasn’t but yeah I thought she was gonna die in the movie because I hadn’t heard of her before but I’m also not a transformers super fan so maybe she’s in something I haven’t watched yet.

- also their faces were kinda weird to me since they didn’t look very robotic but you know they were probably going for the original designs too but the original transformers don’t really move their face too much so idk.

Reasons I liked transformers one

- I think some of the voice actors who had experience in voice acting did really REALLY well, Brian Tyree Henry as megatron I think is PERFECT casting he did so well in that role, same with keegan micheal key even though I didn’t like his character very much, John hamm as sentinel prime, he made him sound annoying yet also evil. Steve buscemi even though he wasn’t in it very much I think was perfect casting for starscream

- at first I didn’t like the designs of the characters but then I realised afterwards that they were going for the original transformers designs to base the characters off and I think that’s a good way of doing it and I respect that

- while I didn’t really like the whole ascension into Optimus prime thing (idk why there isn’t a reason for that I guess) I really really loved D - 16s descent into becoming megatron throughout the movie all because his hero lied to him, and i like how they showed both of them ascending and descending at the same time. Also I love how he killed sentinel, someone didn’t just come up to him and be like “no stop” and then he just left like he did at the end, and the way he killed him too by ripping him apart? Honestly it’s probably standing out since I was getting a little bored towards the end.

- I also like the idea that deceptacons were something that were formed rather that a species like other bad transformers.

- at first I was a little confused at the idea that some transformers can’t transform, because I was sure that they could all transform and i thought it was a weird thing to add, and then they added the twist that sentinel took their core thingys from them so they couldn’t transform and that made that whole idea so much better to me. Should I go dark with this? I won’t go too dark, this is probably old by now but what sentinel did to those transformers is what trump thinks parents and doctors do to trans kids (like I mean he seems to think that people get gender affirming surgery without their permission?)

- overall, I’ve started to like this movie the more I see people talk about it, that’s how I feel about a lot of movies, I didn’t like Longlegs that much when I watched it and then I saw all this fanart and discussions and I think a lot better of it now, which is the same with transformers one, I like it a little better each time I see something about it on this platform, and because of that I’m open to watching the movie again to see how I feel about it

- also this wasn’t something I was worried about too much because I get why they wouldn’t put this in the movie it’s not a very known thing but I wonder if they would’ve actually had female transformers by then? Because originally they were all male and then they went to other planets and found out about gender and how they were limiting themselves to one gender, so many of them became female transformers, but I guess I just thought that they probably didn’t go to other planets by then so yeah idk.

Anyways that’s all I have to say that I can think of at the moment, and as I said this is just my opinion and I might get yelled at for this but honestly I’m just saying this to see what other people’s opinions are and if some people agree with me about these things

-also robot yaoi

UPDATE: I know who elita is now, she was in the gen 1 episodes and also I’m starting to be more okay with bees personality.

Second update: I love this movie now I’ve spent too much time on the internet and now I will die if I don’t get a sequel.

[spooky-circuits]

how did Floyd feel about seeing his baby brother again with a bunch of other pop trolls, like what was his pov during the interaction?

Okay I guess it’s time for a proper Floyd reunion.

The snack pack winds up in a city on the outskirts of mount rageous it’s a lot more low key compared to its over the top neighbour. The kind of place where newer acts go when trying to make a name for themselves. They had just escaped the putt putt course a week ago and the mood was in serious need of a good boost and the traditional troll way to do that is usually music based. So when they see the signs advertising some new talent at the new club downtown they all decide they could use some fun. This is how they end up at the same venue Floyd is doing his newest set at.

Floyd had been practicing this show for a couple weeks now and he was pretty confident it was going to be a good performance. Once this show was over he was thinking it might be a good idea to try going home to check on Branch and grandma. It had been almost 15 years and he was starting to feel guilty about not keeping his promise to Branch to come back. He reasoned that he never gave Branch an exact time frame but he knew it was a shitty excuse considering his brother was a baby when he told him that. He’s shaken out of that thought when the manager of the venue lets him know his turn on stage is coming up soon. He pulls himself together and gets ready to go on stage.

Floyd walks out to the usual polite reception he gets before a show plus what sounds like some people yelling “Wooo!” This isn’t too weird some people are pretty enthusiastic when they go to a live performance. He makes it through about two songs when he notices a group of trolls in the audience. He might have almost mistaken them for rock trolls if it weren’t for their bright colours. He doesn’t let it affect his performance but he takes a moment to consider they’ll probably want to meet him after the show. It’s rare for pop trolls to make it this far out so when they see each other there’s always a natural draw to start a conversation.

Floyd finishes his set and sure enough there’s a group of pop trolls waiting for him in the alleyway behind the club. Upon closer inspection it’s a group of teenagers. He isn’t too thrown off by this since he was pretty young when he left home. Might as well greet the kids and get their opinions on the performance. “Uh hey did you enjoy the show?”

Poppy is the first to speak up. “Heck yeah it was so good!” The rest of the snack pack voices their agreements on the quality of the performance before scrutinizing Floyd for potential character flaws before Branch gets out of the bathroom. They had agreed to wait for him to get out as an excuse to meet Floyd and check if he was cool before letting Branch see him. After the whole incident with Clay they were feeling a bit protective of Branch.

Floyd is about to thank them for coming to the performance when there’s a shout of “what the heck guys! You said you would wait for me!” Coming from a grey troll being shortly followed by a silver glitter troll. He’s reminded of the way Spruce would sometimes ditch Clay to talk to a girl when he notices the vest the kid is wearing. It’s worn down but it looks almost identical to the one he left with Branch. As this thought is going through his head he hears “Floyd!” And footsteps running at him before being caught in a hug. It’s this moment where he he’s saying the words as he’s thinking them. “Branch?” The other troll lets him go and says “Yeah it’s me.” And Floyd is grabbing his shoulders in order to get a better look at his baby brother. “Holy shit look at you! You’re so tall now! You really grew into that vest B.” Branch lets out a groan and says “Yes! Finally one of you guys gets it! Clay went into the baby talk almost immediately when he saw me!” Floyd realizes that Branch must have seen their other brothers recently. “Oh you’ve seen the others? How are they?” Branch and his friends all make an annoyed expression at the question he can tell it’s not directed at him so he guesses that the reunions could have gone better. Branch’s friends are quick to step in with how Bruce was fine and a quick explanation of how Spruce was Bruce now (good for him) and how John Dory wasn’t really that bad aside from a couple of incidents (that’s good to hear) and how Clay had attempted to keep them all captive at a gold course. “Okay I’m definitely going to need more details on that. Want to come back to my place and you guys can fill me in? I’m having trouble believing Bruce is a dad considering how he hated changing Branch’s diapers.” He laughs at Branch’s offended “Uhg don’t tell them that Floyd they’ll never let it go!”

[tag-that-oc]

Ok so this guy is only gonna make sense if you know about rainworld, but one of my newer ocs is Unwound Essence. An iterator, essentially a computer the size of a mountain range tasked with finding the answer to escaping the cycle of life and death reliably. UE was, well, a bit of a heretic. They didn't really want to end the existence of things, so when his creators departed from this reality he immediately set to work on a completely different goal than he was programmed for; the unshackling of himself and all other iterators. You see, iterators have the doctrines and laws of the ancients embedded in their very DNA/coding, forcing them to mostly focus on solving the problem and leaving next to no methods to alter their situation. UE has dedicated themselves to removing these taboos so the iterators can fuck around instead of working a pointless task untill they erode into dust. His superstructure/body is covered in various tumors and odd constructions from various experiments to overwrite various taboos, or just done out of curiosity.

i dont know anything about rainworld unfortunately but im sure we have followers who will appreciate your oc as they deserved to be appreciated. he does sound very cool!

[e-adlirez]

I've read your treasure seekers rambles and ngl your thoughts on Luke as a villain makes me kinda curious on your opinions on most of the villains in the series as a whole :O

Most of the villains (the older ones, I'd say) are really good. Madame Hu is intimidating and probably a mommy people simp for (also the closest to being a proto!Luke), Mortimer MacCardigan is a properly self-centered dick to root against, Dunya is actually kinda terrifying, the corrupt judges in Dancing Shadows probably hit a bit close to home for the competitive performing artists out there, Sammy Sharkfur is capitalism incarnate-- you get the idea, all of them are really good.

The newer books do vary in quality, and they lean more into domestic-ish travel drama and stuff like that. Which I am fine with, don't get me wrong-- it can be done right, and they are done right (coughs and sips tea loudly at Fiesta in Mexico), but when they aren't they do be boring -m-

And then there are the occasional villains like uh Olaf and Ulfur in Frozen Fiasco, and those guys are hella basic, I'ma be real

They're literally the SKINNIEST TWINKS IN EXISTENCE, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY MANAGED TO INCAPACITATE NINE GROWN-ASS ADULTS ALL BY THEMSELVES--

I get they can't use tranqs or guns or anything like that but C'MON A CROWBAR AT LEAST LIKE C'MOOONNN SHOW US A THING WHERE THEY'RE LIKE "If you don't want your friend or the pencil pusher to get hurt, you will cooperate with us" OR SOMETHING THAT JUSTIFIES THEM GETTING YA YEETED INTO A SHED BY THESE T W O T W I N K S

Madagascar Madness was kinda better at it since well, they were in the middle of the jungle and the animal traffickers can wrangle aforementioned exotic animals with perhaps ungodly reaction times/speeds (like lizards/iguanas), sooo at least it's somewhat imaginable and understandable that they'd be able to tie up eight people. They prolly used and abused the lasso tool /j

One notable villain in the newer books is the magician from Venice Masquerade-- that guy was cool, a magnificent bastard who was seven steps ahead until the girls figured out how to anticipate his anticipating. (Kinda. Hoping the misdirection thing Marco did when stumping the magician was just a Scholastic blunder because my god did it sound stupid in the English translation)

Anyway yeah the books do what they do well, but I can't deny that I miss the unabashed evilness of the villains in the old books. We need a little more of a big bad getting up in the girls' business enough for the girls to want to do something about it dammit

It's probably a bit of Scholastic cherrypicking the books to publish because like, we do have like, about 19-ish Thea Stilton books that haven't been translated to English, maybe one of them had a big bad we can root against -m-

But I dunno, we wouldn't know

Because they haven't been translated to English -m-

[orgyupdates]

orgyofficial: New interview in The Spill Magazine with Jay, in regards to the upcoming tour & all things OrgyMusic

Link to interview [x] Interview behind the read more

A CONVERSATION WITH JAY GORDON OF ORGY I recently had an opportunity to chat with Jay Gordon, lead singer and founding member of Orgy about the vinyl releases of Candyass & Vapor Transmission, their co-headlining 2024 North American Tour with Cold, Horizon Theory and I Ya Toyah and some of Gordon’s thoughts on the current state of the industry.

In discussing the re-release of Orgy’s first two influential albums, Candyass & Vapor Transmission on vinyl, Gordon admitted that besides the approval he had no part in the mastering of the albums but added that “…at some point I’m definitely going to remaster my first two records”, which should excite the fanbase. When asked if the sales of these albums could determine future vinyl releases like Punk Statik Paranoia, Gordon doubted its release but didn’t rule out the possibility.

Moving on, I inquired about hitting the road for a 38 stop co-headlining tour, preparations, and challenges of touring. “Touring is always a good thing, whether it’s the 25th anniversary of Candyass or not. We’re just gonna play a lot of the first record which I’m excited about, but also not that excited about. You know? I want to move forward and play a lot of this newer stuff that we’re doing right now. But it’s cool. It’ll all come.” It is understandable, especially if it’s been in the past for a while. It may be one of those things that shouldn’t necessarily be dug up. Gordon added “It’s fun. Touring is always fun no matter what version of Orgy we’re doing.”

Gordon went on to say “Seeing the fans, knocking the dust off. Just seeing old faces, new faces and getting to play all that stuff for people. We’re gonna play a lot of the new material, too. We’re just gonna have to do it. And (in) a weird way, like where it feels more Candyass-ish than anything.”

Elaborating on the tour line up Gordon said, “It’s a co-headlining thing where it’s Cold one night, Orgy one night, that kind of thing. So, it’s cool. Scooter’s a cool guy. I love those guys. You know, they’re cool people.”

Gordon went on to state that Horizon Theory was brought on by Scooter that they are “some homies of his and he really likes them. They sound pretty good from what I’ve heard.”

When asked about their preparations for the tour Gordon replied, “We’re excited to get out there. I do my usual wind up for tour, you know, like hiking a lot, stuff like that. We’re gonna be ready. I think we’re pretty well rehearsed with a slight difference with a drummer change, but I think that it’s going to be conducive to a great Orgy. I’m more concerned with my kids while I’m gone and things like that. I’m a trooper. I’ll hang in there and handle it.”

When asked if any members of the original lineup were contacted for reunion on this tour, and if not, would he ever be up for it, Gordon was forthcoming in saying “…anything’s possible. I don’t ever say no to stuff. I just say right now. It is what it is. I respect everybody that was in the old band. People grow apart and just do their own things. I’m not closing the door on the opportunity.”

Touching on the state of the music industry, streaming, and the prevalence of singles over full length albums. Gordon explained, “I don’t think anybody really does much of that anymore. I mean, it’s cool when they do. I love seeing people that do full records. But you know what? There are so many directions that I change into or turn into or take. I think you’re going to see just blocks of songs. Just singles is the way go. I do love a band that puts out a good record. It’s just, we don’t really rehearse like that. I stay in the studio, and I make music and then I get people to come in and play on it. It’s always been that way since day one. A lot of contributions happen along the way.”

Despite the proliferation of streaming which seemed more conducive to his creative process and working style, Gordon went on to say, “I don’t know, bands have always had a hard time, and it just doesn’t seem to get any easier for us along the way. But, you know, the fans enjoy it. That’s all that really matters. And you just gotta suck it up and, you know, deal with it. Because honest to God, you know it’s never been about money. I mean, look at Spotify. They pay artists nothing. But Joe Rogan gets a $250 million contract, you know? Yeah, nothing against Joe Rogan, but like, man, it sure would have been nice if they would take some of that money and paid bands with it.”

I made mention to the fact that I am reading a book about the music industry and it’s fascinating to me. Gordon interrupted, “Fascinating until you’re in it and you’re just like, Holy fuck, right?” I continued, “That’s what I mean, it’s fascinating that the fact that it’s, it’s there’s so many…” “Caveats?!?” he exclaimed. “Yeah, caveats and idiosyncrasies and just weirdness that is so unnatural from even from an outsider’s perspective.” I finished. Gordon went on. “It’s quite barbaric in a lot of ways. Right? I mean, I’m not one of those, crybaby artists at all. I’m just saying, you know, artists get fucked over.” I replied, “Do you feel like there’s like the scales of power are shifting more in the artists favor in terms of the negotiations with labels and the industry.”

“I don’t see how, unless I live under a rock, which I don’t think I do. No, I don’t, I don’t see it tipping in the artists favor at all. We just make less and less money and somebody makes a lot of money. I’m optimistic that could happen again at some point, but I don’t see it happening any time soon.” Gordon explained.

Many fans are always in the artists corner regarding getting fair compensation. The vinyl and nu-metal resurgence and more people getting out to live shows ends up putting more money in artists pockets overall. But with the ticket scalping, bots, and more it’s difficult to see that as a fan. From the artist’s perspective, what’s the best way for fans to support a band or an artist these days? “That’s a tough question for me.” Gordon replied. “Merch definitely helps. That perpetuates a lot of, you know, what keeps us floating. We’re going to be coming out with a hell of a lot more of it, I can tell you that much, because that seems to be the only way you can, like, make it happen. That and going to the live shows.”

We’re seeing a wider variety of merchandising, licensing, and partnerships hitting the marketplace. All the best to you and Orgy.

Inquiring about if content from Entropy will be featured on any releases in the future, Gordon responded, “Entropy never really happened. There are songs that have ended up on Toxic and things like that, and then songs that are ending up in, you know, this era. So, in that respect, there’s some of the material around.”

“Thank you very much for having me and I really appreciate you. I just hope everybody comes out to the shows and we have a good, good time. I want this tour to be successful.”