#band competition

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I missed the bus to a band competition so I used a dog treat to clip into the walls of the universe to get there instead. I missed and accidentally clipped into FNAF and Chica was out to get me (no other animatronic was there).

[i-eat-clarinet-reeds]

If your band uniform does not look like this than what are you even doing. (that is me)

[solarmorrigan]

Silly idea I talked about ages ago with @azure7539arts, inspired by a similar event my workplace hosts every year. Would minors be allowed to participate in such an event? Probably not! But then again, it was the 80s, who can say for sure. Anyway, it's my birthday and I'll post nonsense if I want to <3

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“I need you to buy me.”

Eddie looks up from his notebook, effectively jarred from his campaign-plotting fugue state by Steve’s declaration.

Steve is standing at the other end of the dining table, staring at him expectantly.

“Y’know, this is the part where someone usually follows up their completely bonkers demand with an explanation,” Eddie says slowly.

“At the charity auction,” Steve clarifies. “I need you to bid on me, and I need you to win.”

Ah, yes, that weird Rent-an-Athlete charity auction the school runs every year; anyone on any Hawkins High sports team could volunteer to be “auctioned” off in order to raise money for said sports team, to spend a day at the beck and call of the highest bidder (within reason, supposedly). It’s generally restricted to students, but occasionally, prominent alumni are invited to participate – and Steve certainly fits the bill, especially after the story the government spun about his heroism in the face of “serial killer” Henry Creel last spring.

“And what, deny all those pretty girls a chance to get at you?” Eddie asks drily (he’d never turned up at previous auctions himself, but you could hardly avoid gossip in a school their size; it had usually been some cheerleader bidding with daddy’s money who won a date– that is, a day with Steve Harrington).

“It wasn’t always a girl who won,” Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest. “One time it was Mrs. Dalton – you know, the lady on the school board who lives on my block? I just spent the day doing yard work for her. She gave me lemonade. That was pretty cool.”

“Right,” Eddie drawls. “And I’m sure she definitely didn’t sit outside and stare at your ass while you were working.”

“She did not– she– I mean she was on the porch, but, like– she wouldn’t have– she’s, like, seventy, Eddie,” Steve splutters, and it’s all Eddie can do not to laugh.

“Older gals have needs, too, Steve,” Eddie says, giving in to a smirk. “So she was checking you out from the porch, huh?”

Steve goes red. “Shut up, that isn’t the point. I’m trying to ask for your help.”

“Right, right, your absolutely reasonable request for me to buy you at market. Why, again?” Eddie asks.

“The kids are planning to bid on me,” Steve says gravely.

Eddie blinks at him. “Okay?” he says, when no further explanation is forthcoming. “You basically do most of what they ask, anyway, so…?”

“Okay, believe it or not, I actually say no to at least half of what they ask me to do. I would literally never get anything done if I gave in to all their demands.” Steve jabs a finger at Eddie, who holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Anyway, this is all Henderson’s fault.”

“It usually is,” Eddie agrees, nodding sagely.

“He decided that he was going to bid on me and then use that day to finally make me play your nerd game with you–” Eddie snorts, and Steve shoots him a look, “but Wheeler doesn’t want me to play, so he said he was going to bid against Dustin and make me do anything but sit in on a session with you guys.”

“So let Wheeler win.” Eddie shrugs.

“No! I can’t let fuckin’ Mike win, he’ll probably make me do something even more ridiculous!” Steve exclaims. "He’ll make me play chauffeur for him and El on a date, or something, and he’ll probably include the stupid hat.”

“Wait, I thought El broke up with him,” Eddie breaks in.

“No, they’re on again,” Steve says absently, shaking his head. “Which is why Max has been in a bad mood lately.”

Eddie bites back the reflexive need to ask “How can you tell?”, going instead with, “I thought she and Sinclair were on again.”

“No, they are. That’s why no one’s been actively murdered,” Steve says.

“How do you keep track of all of this?” Eddie asks, squinting at Steve.

“It’s a natural skill. And we’re getting off track,” Steve says quickly. “Normally, I wouldn’t be that worried, because Dustin regularly blows his savings on weird science gadgets or whatever, but then Lucas and Will started taking sides.”

“This is getting very involved,” Eddie says.

“So you see why I’m stressed!” Steve insists, smacking a hand to his forehead (personally, Eddie thinks Steve is stressed for many other reasons, but he figures pointing that out just now won’t be appreciated). “Lucas is on Dustin’s side, and that kid does odd jobs like nobody’s goddamn business; he actually has shit saved up. And usually I’d have faith in him being more, like, sensible than to spend it all on this, but the little shit is really fucking competitive.”

“Wonder who he got that from?” Eddie mutters.

“Okay, we do remember that I’m not actually biologically related to any of these idiots, right?” Steve snaps.

“Well now we’re just getting into nature versus nurture–”

“Eddie.”

“Right, sorry, continue.”

“Well, Will took Mike’s side–”

“Shocking.”

“Right? But anyway, I don’t know if the kid has much saved up, but between him and Wheeler, they might be able to win.” Steve sighs, looking far more world-weary than Eddie feels the situation really warrants.

“You know you don’t actually have to do what they ask you to, right?” Eddie points out.

Steve rolls his eyes. “If an auction winner complains to the school that the person they bid on didn’t fulfill their end of the bargain, they can get their money back. It’s a whole…” he waves his hand vaguely, “thing. Happened once when I was a sophomore; Deacon McNab. Lost a good chunk of change for the football team, and they vandalized the shit out of his car.”

“Ah, right. Forgot we went to school with literal psychopaths,” Eddie hums.

“So, I just need you to bid on me and win, so I’m not stuck wasting a Saturday on whatever the hell the kids are going to try to make me do. Or not do. Or– whatever,” Steve says.

“Okay, not that I don’t understand your predicament here, but I think you’re forgetting something kind of important, Steve,” Eddie drawls.

Steve’s brows draw together in question. “What?”

“I’m fucking poor.”

“Oh.” Steve shakes his head. “I didn’t mean– no, I will give you the money, you don’t have to spend a dime, man, I just need you to get me out of this.”

“Why not have Buckley do it?” Eddie asks.

“That was Plan A, but she actually has a date that night, and it’s kind of a big deal, so I don’t want her to cancel,” Steve says. “But I assumed you wouldn’t be busy.”

“Wow, rude,” Eddie scoffs, and Steve sighs.

“Fine, sorry, I just really hoped you wouldn’t be busy.” Steve gives him the most lethal set of puppy dog eyes Eddie has ever seen, as if there had been any chance from the beginning that he’d be able to say no. “Please?”

Just for show, Eddie lets out a long sigh, falling against his chair and letting his head flop over the backrest like he’s deflating.

“Fine.”

“Thank you,” Steve groans, sounding so genuinely relieved that Eddie almost feels bad about how quickly his thoughts dip into the realms of the inappropriate. “Oh my god, I owe you.”

Eddie glances back up at Steve, tongue darting out to wet his lips almost unconsciously. “You know I’m not as easy to appease as a couple of fifteen-year-olds, right?”

Steve’s eyes drop for just a second—maybe down to Eddie’s lips, maybe not; who can say?—before he looks back up, cocking an eyebrow at Eddie. “I think I can handle it.”

Slowly, Eddie grins. “We’ll see.”

[random-moth]

BRO MY BAND JUST WON THE COMPETITION WE JSY WENT TO!

[toorurii]

Been holding onto these Platinas for going on Years now and I ain’t ever gonna finish these I realize…. Iykyk 🫶💗🛸🥀💎

[collophora]

haha I'll never finish this

but hewwo new followers <3

[fictionalband-bracket]

FINALS!

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

The urge to write Ifrit and Swiss getting freaky with other ghouls around and failing trying not to get caught won. This is much longer than originaly planned, but oh, well.

Ifrit's always been a very physically affectionate ghoul.

So when the fire ghoul slid a hand on the small of Swiss' back as he strode past, or later settled it on the multi ghoul's hip in the middle of the conversation they were having, Swiss didn't think much of it.

It takes a tail snaking far too high around his thigh, the spaded end resting just shy of his crotch, for him to realize Ifrit is fucking with him.

Swiss's head shots up from where it was lazily resting on Ifrit's shoulder, both of them comfortably sprawled on the couch, a blanket draped over them masking the fire ghoul's antics.

For now at least.

Ifrit's usual sweet grin has a teasing edge to it, sharp fangs peeking out. His tail squeezes a bit tighter around Swiss' thigh, head tilting in a silent question.

Licking his lips, Swiss glances around to assert the situation.

Chain is laying on their stomach on the floor, making fluorescent bead bracelets with Cowbell, Zephyr is reading in an armchair with Cirrus sleeping curled up against them, and Aether is doing crosswords on the windowsill.

They could get caught.

It's a very real possibility.

Unfortunately, Swiss loves a challenge.

He looks back at Ifrit and nods ever so slightly, settling back against him.

He's ready for the spade of Ifrit's tail creeping higher, rubbing against his crotch, just enough pressure that it would have made Swiss gasp if he hadn't expected it.

As it is, it stirs a warmth low in his belly that quickly spreads with each slow stroke of Ifrit's tail. And it's fine, pretty manageable, until the fire ghoul shifts, seemingly reajusting his position, his big hand finding the outline of Swiss's dick and grabbing at him, giving his now fully hard cock a good squeeze.

Swiss has to bite down on his own tongue, eyes rolling back. He can feel Ifrit smiling against his temple, now fondling him through his sweatpants.

It's good, a little too good. Ifrit knows him too well, knows exactly how to have Swiss fighting grunts a moans, muscles locked up in an attempt to stop himself from writhing under his touch.

But in his eagerness to make Swiss suffer -lovingly of course- Ifrit forgets that Swiss also knows him very well - and that the multi ghoul is very, very competitive.

What a terrible mistake.

Dislodging Ifrit's hand, Swiss pretends to be tired of his current position, deciding to sit fully on his lap instead, and uses a seemingly innocent stretching to grind hard on the fire ghoul's straining cock.

He hides his grin in the crook of Ifrit's neck as the fire ghoul barely manages to stiffle a gasp.

For a moment they stay like this, frozen, not daring to go on in fear of making someone suspicious, but no one reacts, and Swiss dares a few other subtle drag of hips. Ifrit's head fall back, throat exposed, in what surely is a very obvious hint of what is happening, but no one pays enough attention to them to notice.

At least, that's what Swiss thinks, until a barely there breeze brushes aginst his cheek, prompting him to glance behind.

Zephyr meets his gaze from their armchair, a slight smirk on their lips as they raise a knowing eyebrow. Swiss feels himself blush, face set aflame, until Zephyr points at their chest, then at Ifrit.

Oh.

Oh.

Of course.

How did Swiss not think about it earlier ?

With a face-splitting grin, Swiss slides his hands under Ifrit's shirt, squeezing his chest and giving his nipples a good pinch.

The reaction is imediate.

Ifrit's yelp turns into a moan halfway through, back arching off the couch and hips involuntarily thrusting up.

All eyes snap on them as a borderline oppressive hush falls on the room.

Swiss is grinning from ear to ear, too smug about making Ifrit lose it first to care much about the embarrassment of being caught.

Ifrit, on the other hand, is turning crimson, all the way down to his chest. He's so adorable like this, Swiss wants to bite him, coo at him while he squirms, really rub his victory in the fire ghoul's face.

He's yanked out of his thoughts by Chain wolf wistling, shark teeth in display. Zephyr huffs.

"So easy, Ifrit. All it takes is for someone to squeeze your tits and all your control goes out the window. Look, you even woke up Cirrus."

The sleepy ghoulette only shrugs, tail flicking in interest while Ifrit makes a strangled noise, equal part embarrassed and horny at Zephyr's slightly patronizing tone. Swiss winks at the air ghoul as Cowbell chuckles, raspy and full of air.

"You two thought you'd get away with this ?"

Swiss shrugs, pointedly rolling his hips to draw another soft gasp from Ifrit.

"Oh, no. He did."

Aether chuckles, setting his crosswords aside.

"Oh, but Fritter. You know you can never keep quiet, don't you ?"

Ifrit whines, shifting under Swiss, reeking of arousal as he let himself mirror Swiss' movements, carried by the ghouls' teasing.

"How cute. All worked up because he got caught, uh ?" Chain muses, the spots on their blue skin glowing faintly in their excitement.

Swiss himself is getting a bit noisier, panting as he starts to grind against Ifrit with the abandon he couldn't afford earlier. Ifrit keeps grabbing at him, his thighs, his hips, his biceps, like he cannot decides which part of Swiss he wants to hold the most, whimpering with each drag of their clothed cock against one another. Swiss has no such problem, keeping a firm grip on Ifrit's chest, flicking a nipple everytime he wants to hear an especially sweet noise from the fire ghoul.

The weight of the others' gazes on his back only spurrs Swiss on, and it seems to do the trick for Ifrit too, given how much of a sweaty, blushing mess he's been reduced to.

"Oh- that's a pretty noise," Swiss rumbles when a particularly well angled thrust has Ifrit keening hard.

"So loud," Cirrus remarks, now fully awake. "we won't be able to miss it when you come, firebird."

In the end, they certainly don't- hell, Swiss is pretty sure the whole ghoul wing hears Ifrit's final moan.

Good.

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

"Trolls Competition"

Okay let's do this people! 😁

TASK: CREATE AN ARTWORK OF ONE OF MY OC'S PERFORMING.

You can include your OC or a canon character but the picture must feature one of my OCs

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Let's keep this kid friendly please. 😜

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DUE DATE: 18th August 12:00pm AEST

If you have any questions about the characters or anything please don't hesitate to ask!

Let's have fun with this guys!

[iguessitsjustme]

I think it was really important specifically for Dee to kiss Yak when he did. Because now, no matter what happens in the future between him and Yak, no matter what pain could come, Dee can look back on his first kiss without regrets. Because that was a kiss made of love. It was made entirely of love for Yak. For who Yak is. For the bond they have. For their friendship. For their relationship. For them. Dee will always be able to look back on his first kiss and know that he got exactly what he wanted from it. He got to keep his silly notion of the perfect first kiss. He got to willingly give his kiss away to someone who he loved that needed it. Every single type of love went into that kiss and now Dee can finally, finally let himself breathe.

[airenaiy]

Yeah.. it was most definitely not a tie 🤡

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My school’s band went to a national marching competition and we arrived only to realize I’d forgotten my piccolo. My drum major tried to throw the podium at me. And also, my friend fell off a horse.

[whomst-the-hell]

i would like a steddie musicians au fic where eddie is the front man of a popular metal band (obviously) and steve is the lead singer of a pop group (or maybe a more indie djo type deal? doesn’t matter) and they have a very public rivalry, often playing at the same venues/festivals around the same time to “compete”. preferably this is a modern au so they can tweet at eachother and shit.

except actually they’ve been married the Entire time.

the rivalry was an accident — maybe steve mentioned once that he wasnt really into metal, maybe eddie went on one of his conformity’s killing the kids fuck jocks speeches, and the bands were already kind of associated bc theyre from the same town + the thing with the venues, so the comments got taken as vaguepost-y insults abt the other

everyone finds it Hilarious, especially bc, other than continuing to bicker and occasionally tweet at eachother, (its how they flirt lol) they arent actually trying to hide their relationship. its public knowledge that theyre both married, just not to eachother. often the events theyre invited to a) dont appeal to the other or b) theyre both invited so they take advantage of the +1 rules to bring other friends along as well. this means that theres not much opportunity for them to be seen together (they do stay at home dates primarily, bc theyre so often out and surrounded by ppl for work that its nice to just be alone together for a while)

then one of them wins a grammy or smth and they talk abt the other in the speech and maybe kiss. the general public goes Insane and it is Glorious

[chaoticmannamedoliver]

I imagine the toy soldier would love Halloween

[inknopewetrust]

being an hbo war girlie is just so great rn

[pen-guinii]

the survivalists ever

little jd doodle i did on my flight back home