#funk there's a lot of peeps

[laulo821]

sigh . i really am doing that, huh

[darthstitch]

Matthew has Feelings about his Boss.  

Not like THAT, you goddamn pervs.  He has Feelings for his Boss the same way that chick in that Brooklyn 99 meme had about that puppy.  Like, "I've only had Dream of the Endless as my Boss for about two minutes but if any of you motherfuckers hurt him, I have a very particular set of skills that will make me a nightmare for people like you."  

Yeah, he's mashing up his references, but Matthew doesn't care. His Nibbly Darkness, the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares has had a shit time this past century, no thanks to his bastard bitch of a sibling and seriously, Matthew thinks it's seventeen thousand kinds of fucked up that their idea of teaching their brother a "lesson" involves imprisonment, innocents caught in the crossfire and potential murder.

So yeah, Matthew is perfectly willing to throw down for his Boss if he has to.  

Except his Boss still has nightmares about poor Jessamy and it's manifesting itself in being oddly protective over Matthew in the absolute worst way.  Like, he's the Raven for Dream of the Endless now - he's got a job to do and maybe sometimes that has an element of risk to it but those are the breaks right?  Dream can't keep Matthew from attending to his duties and he's gonna do them, come hell or high water.  

And the perks are like, super amazing, because flying, woo to the hoo!  There's some magic stuff and some secret raven tricks that Lucienne has been teaching him, because she used to be Dream's Raven too. 

He's also got nesting privileges now, because it's nice to get some shut-eye in the Boss' coat.  It's hilarious because Dream will be all exasperated and say, "Matthew" in this long-suffering tone, but he accompanies that with gentle pets along Matthew's feathers and there's a tiny sweet smile playing about his lips.  Dream reserves those smiles just for a very select few - which currently includes the boyfriend that Matthew thoroughly approves of - and Matthew's proud to be one of them.

Matthew remembers the first time he got a proper hug from the Boss, which had scared off several years of his life.  And that was mostly because he felt real tears soak through his feathers and it was kind of awkward to manage a "there, there" with a wing but Matthew made it work somehow.  

He was a little proud that he did manage to coax his sad wet cat of a Boss out of whatever melancholic funk that Dream found himself in but yeah, that made Matthew nervous, because he knows all the signs of depression when he sees them and this is not a task one single Raven can undertake alone.  

Well, Lucienne actually said that first, when she first recruited Matthew.  He's taken them to heart.  

Mervyn was another one they'd nabbed along, because while Mervyn might have a mouth on him and tact wasn't exactly a word in his dictionary, but Mervyn was good people in the end.  The next was Abel, with Goldie peeping along. Then, thank the Creator, they'd finally managed to grab Hob Gadling who was a goddamn gift to them all, even if they had to put up with the occasional flower showers or the inadvertent appearance of blooms in every nook and cranny of the Castle.  

There was this one time, where they were all in the Dreaming's version of the New Inn, where Lucienne had finally gotten drunk enough to reveal one very important secret about the Boss.

There was a lot of swearing, and Matthew had to appreciate Hob Gadling for the colorful Middle English swearwords, which kinda had a weird harmony with Mervyn's cussing. But basically, it all amounted to a collective NOPE from everyone in this conspiracy. This wasn't going to happen. Not to their Morpheus. Not on their watch.

Dreams don't fucking die, Matthew had once said to his Boss, down deep in the bowels of literal Hell, with the Morningstar Herself about to move in for the kill. He's gonna make good and goddamn sure that Dream of the Endless will stay alive. He'll always have his Raven to guard his back for him.

-end-

[chunkfunkgunk-offishal]

a gummy squirrel perhaps?

Today on CHUNK! FUNK! GUNK! We rate

the GUMMY SQUIRREL:

5/10 Chunk

8/10 Funk

10/10 Gunk

I don’t know a whole lot about sea slugs and I’m a little short on time to research right now, so I will be rating this lil dude on his appearance alone and relying on you awesome tumblr peeps for fun facts!!

I have to assume that this little dude doesn’t have many bones (if any) so that would usually get it high up on the chunk scale, but I don’t think it would be particularly pleasant to hold so it gets 5/10 chunk. This one is more gloopy than chunky! Very unique little guy, high funk. It looks very very gooey, maximum gunk!

Overall: 7/10

I want to grab the tail and throw it

Forbidden banana

[p-redux]

Inbox Summary 9/29/2023

Hi peeps, so I'm going to try something new. For some of your Asks in my Inbox, instead of answering them individually, I'm going to do a combined summary post of all of them.

I'm doing this because a lot of the questions are about past stuff I've already answered. I don't have time to keep answering the same questions (Search is your friend, my friends), I don't want to take up space on my blog to answer stuff that has already been answered, and the main thing is, I'm TIRED.

I'm in one of my fandom "meh" moods. I get into fandom funks every once in a while, where I'm over it, and don't feel like posting. BUT, I love you guys, and I know the next big scoop is just around the corner. Every time, I say to myself, I'm just going to fandom retire, Cait gets engaged, Sam is seen with a new woman, Cait gets married, Sam is seen with a new woman, I get the scoop AHEAD of time that Cait is pregnant (remember when I posted MONTHS before that someone from Outlander was pregnant? and 'lo and behold, that August, Cait announced she'd had her son), Sam is seen with a new woman, Cait has her baby, etc, etc. So, I don't give up...because I know there's more stuff coming, and also, like I said, I really enjoy my Team here.

So, what I'm going to do is either on Fridays, Saturdays, or Sundays, depending on how busy I am, I'm going to do a weekly summary of answers to some of my Inbox questions. They will be short answers. And for further details, you guys can just Search my blog or Search Google.

I'll still answer some questions individually, but it will depend on the subject, and how busy I am in RL. Please keep sending me questions and DM's. I'll answer them. Some won't be answered as in depth as others, that's all.

So, here we go for this week's round up...in no particular order:

Susie Evans is in Austin with friends.

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Sam is still in the UK. Cait is in Paris.

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Sam is expected in New York next week, for the Keepers of the Quaich event ON Cait's birthday, October 4. For those gnashing "why do you think Cait wouldn't go to New York to spend her birthday with Sam?! She could?! They're friends?!" Um, yes, they're friends...but REALITY CHECK: Cait is married to Tony McGill and has a toddler son with him. Logic dictates that Cait and family aren't going to schlep from Europe to New York to be with Sam, who is simply her friend and costar, and NOTHING MORE. Cait will spend her birthday with her husband and son, and she has a TON of friends, she's not going to fly to NY expressly for Sam. Plus, he's BUSY on her birthday, remember? He's going to be at that Keepers of the Quaich event.

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No, Sam and Sophie Skelton never dated. Sam never posts who he dates (except when he went Instagram official with Mackenzie Mauzy, but that was after 2 years of a committed relationship), and he posted pics with Sophie on a motorcycle at his Glasgow home. If they were secretly dating, he would have been much more secretive about it. I mean, I hope Sam is into some kink, but da/daughter ain't one of them. Who's your daddy? hahaha.

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By now, we all know Sam's ex, Abbie Salt is fighting some type of cancer. Yes, she hasn't posted in a while. I'm worried about her too. But her sister, Charlotte Salt, has posted, and she posts on her professional design IG accounts as well. If Abbie had taken a turn for the worse, I don't think her sister would be posting. I hope Abbie makes a full recovery, wish her all the best.

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Yes, I know, Sam's ex, Anna Modler is pregnant and having a baby girl.

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Thanks for letting me know that two other of Sam's exes, Hannah James and Mackenzie Mauzy recently started following birthing, doula, and parenting accounts on IG. Looks like their next adventure is motherhood. Also wish them all the best.

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The podcast with that IG influencer that was supposedly going to have some Sam content, as far as I know, there hasn't been any Sam mention. So, that was all smoke and mirrors, trying to get some free advertisement. Nothing to see there.

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The two blonde, blue-eyed Scottish IG influencers supposedly being linked with Sam. I see no evidence of that. Again, seems to be just smoke and mirrors, and names dropped in my Inbox to see if I would post them or not. Nothing to see there.

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Asking for a cheat sheet of the women Sam has dated and what do certain initials mean. I've done plenty of posts summarizing the women Sam has dated. Please Search my blog or Search Google. As for initials, I don't use initials, I post full names. So, if you see a woman's initials, match them to the full names I've posted.

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Cait's dad's funeral. And do I have questions about Sam being there? Um, that's all Extreme Shipper bullshit, lies, spin, deception, and now they've sold it as shipper canon. NO, I don't have any questions because WHO was at Cait's father's funeral is VERY clear. Again, Search what I've posted. There are pic, video of Cait sitting next to her mother, and the "Sam is sitting next to Cait but he's wearing a wig" is her brother. NOT Sam. Tony is sitting in the rows behind, holding baby BalfeMcGill, as are other spouses. NO ONE from Outlander went to Cait's dad's funeral. Please THINK. Cait has a big family and she has a TON of friends, some she has known for YEARS. If anyone was going to go all the way to Ireland for her father's funeral, it would be her immediate and LARGE extended family, all the family's friends in Ireland, and then Cait's close friends. Sam and Outlander people aren't even in the first few rungs of WHO would get invited to the funeral. And yes, that includes, Sam Heughan. Besides, Sam was in Las Vegas during the funeral, and there are lots of posts showing that.

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I know the TRUTH about Cait and Sam never dating, and Cait being with Tony since 2014. I know this thru verifiable and identifiable sources who directly and personally know Cait, Sam, and Tony. So, there are NO questions for me, because I've known the TRUTH for 9 years. It's that simple.

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As, for my little frothy pet troll who sends me weekly rants about Sam. You can keep going, but all I do is laugh and laugh at how pathetic you are. What you write doesn't upset me because I'm not personally invested in Sam. I'm really not. I post about him because I get info about him, and people are interested in it. But I don't care one way or the other. My IP tracker tells me where the basement is from where you gnash and froth so desperately. So, go ahead, make my day, but I'm NEVER going to post what you send me. You'll never get that satisfaction. Never. Try me.

Okay, peeps, that's it for the summary. I may do more on Sunday. And like I said, I'll still answer individual questions, depending on what they are. If you ever want to know something from the past, please just Search my blog. If you can't find it there, then go to Google and Search p-redux and names or words you're looking for, and all my past posts will pop up.

Thanks for reading!

[holding-monsters-hands]

what are the dummies like at their l o w e s t. + how s/o can help them manage these times or just even be there open and ready for them to talk abt it

What are the dummies like at their lowest + how does their s/o help them manage?

Slappy is no where near himself, he can either be one of two things: even more angry and easy to piss off than before, or just.. dead silent. Either one can be pretty scary coming from him, and no one even bothers to go up to him in this state.. unless that person is you, but you happen to be special- who else would be allowed to pick him up without getting a finger chewed off? He definitely needs you to be his rock during these times, he won’t feel a need to talk about it, but he just wants to rest with you.. to just exist for a while without pressure y’know?

Snappy just sulks, he’ll hardly have a funny comeback or a quick witted response to something: he just, exists. He just needs to be held and hear something good, just hold him as tight as you can, kiss him, tell him how handsome he is, anything! He’ll be back to his usual self in no time, rough patches just kinds happen!

Wally is also nothing like his usual self because he gets quiet, no spark of anger or inciting violence- if someone tries to piss him off he’ll just look at them with this cold, lifeless stare before lighting a cigarette and walking off- his smoking habit also becomes way worse, with him smoking more and more by the week.. the best way to help him is to let him know you’re there, keep your arms open for him! He won’t immediately accept help, but he’ll slowly start to ease into it whether it’s just snuggling with you or venting about his emotions.

Dennis cries a lot for the most part, his eyes will always be puffy and red, snot dribbling down his face as he’s hugging onto a pillow and making himself pass out from how much emotional stress he’s being put through, the best scenario here is to give him structure! Distract him with an activity you know he’ll enjoy, offer for him to help you bake or cook, literally anything that can help enrich his brain and make him feel wanted.

Rocky isolates himself, just locked away in his room for days on end- hardly making a peep besides the occasional sob you’ll hear at the late hours of the night. He needs someone to pull him out of this, to gently lure him out of his room and start getting into a routine. Once he finds a routine that helps him get out of his funk, he starts to visibly improve!

[gimblegamble]

Gonna do another write up about a project I planned that never really went anywhere.

Welcome, friends, to the BTM band AU post

What is it?

Band AUs are definitely considered classics when it comes to fandom alternate universes and this one's... definitely a band AU i guess.

BTM is a band consisting of Grian (or Griande) on vocals, Impulse on drums, Pearlo on the keyboard, and Scar on guitar. There are a couple more stragglers sometimes but we'll get to that. As for their style it... varies?

Well, it depends. if its 'Grian' on the mic, they can range from the usual pop-punk or emo, maybe even rock if the mood calls for it-- but if its 'Griande' they usually go for ska or funk. This is when they get a couple more peeps to fill in the sound.

They get a brass section! Tango and Zedaph from Impulse's old college marching band "The Moonlighters" and they round it out with Gem, one of Pearl's old housemates when they tried living in one of those content houses with the Empires collective (they still collab tho). They play the trombone, the trumpet, and the saxophone (small stature, big lungs).

The band meets Mumbo after a gig. They were winding down in their favourite bar/cafe "The Hermit" when Scar very loudly and unabashedly asked who the "eye candy" was to the owner, Xisuma. Turns out, dude was just fired from his job and Xisuma took him in as a part-time bartender/barista, he wasn't the best at it but at least he stopped breaking Xisuma's fancy martini glasses a couple days in.

They asked if he was looking for a full-time job and he said yes. He asked if he knew anything about management and he said 'eeeeeeeeh' which they took as a kind of yes and hired him on the spot. With BTM's popularity growing, they needed a proper manager and not just rely on Grian (whose biggest problem would be his impulsiveness) and Impulse (who'd probably work himself to death if the mood was right).

So whats the plot?

It was supposed to be an ask blog first and foremost. Half of the information up there (and more) was supposed to be slowly drawn out by ask box questions. The format was supposed to look like members of the band being interviewed by the person asking, kind of like the latter half on that one mumriande gif I made (which is one of the stuff I made with this AU in mind lol)

There was supposed to be a mystery to uncover, then solve. There was supposed to be some drama and angst. Some moving pictures and animation memes, animatics even. I even have a playlist sorted!

So what happened?

Nothing really. It was nice thinking about making it but at the end of the day I am but a tired, easily distracted human being. I just made this post because there's a lot of nice details in this that I wanted to share, like the Hermitland post ages ago.

And not like I'm not gonna make things in the AU anymore but the ask blog's probably never going to see the light of day.

Some Fun Stuff

The fans never know what genre of songs they're going to walk in on, at least until they see if it's Grian or Griande holding the mic, but even then they sometimes do a double whammy and have Grian sing funk songs and Griande pop it up.

They're rivals with this experimental metal/electronic/acoustic fusion duo called Octagon. They play it up a lot on stage, but this one time someone from BTM really misunderstood something that made a good angsty bit.

There's this couple who met at a concert. One of em was really hoping for a night of funk while the other wanted some throwback alt rock. They talked before BTM's set started and really hit it off! They didn't even mind whoever came out to sing that night.

There was a group of fans who made a banner that said "We love you _____" and just had velcro patches with 'Grian' and 'Griande' embroidered on them.

There was supposed to be another, more secret ask blog for other more secret (👀) asks.

Conclusion

So yeah, band AU, that is all.

Thank you for reading!

[overdevelopedglasses]

Tojoctober Day 8 - Score

(...You Better Throw the First Punch.)

Alt title is the second half of a lyric from “The Good, The Bad and The Dirty” by Panic! At the Disco.

Saejima confronts and assists Majima with what's been on his mind.

A continuation of the story from Day 2!

(Yakuza 4, 5, and 6 Spoilers)

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The morning sun, despite being in the sky for a while, shines a soft light on the courtyard of the Tojo Clan Headquarters. The only people outside, sitting on the stoop of one of the outdoor buildings are the Sixth Chairman's advisors: Saejima and Majima. Majima is slowly smoking a cigarette, watching the clouds he creates drift into the light blue sky. Saejima is nursing himself, as during their fight, he did get nicked by Majima's blade a couple times. 

For a while, the two are silent, each engrossed in their respective activities, but appreciating that they aren't alone. 

Saejima speaks up, breaking the silence and the somewhat weird air that has started to manifest.

"Somethin's been botherin' you, brother."

Majima lets out a long sigh, his expression ridden with melancholy. 

"Whadya mean?" Majima asks, clearly dodging whatever topic was about to be discussed.

"It's been ages since we've fought like that. Not to mention the funk you've been stinkin' the office with."

Majima's head spins around, expression wild with disbelief. He gives Saejima a light shove in the shoulder.

"Haw? Ya sayin' I smell?"

Saejima gives Majima a glare.

"Have you been washin' up?"

"The fuck!? I have great hygiene!"

"So ya know that's not what I meant."

Majima's gaze moves away from his brother, and looks back at a rising smoke cloud that he made. 

"Brother… ya know I trust you."

"Of course, Majima."

Majima swivels his gaze back to Saejima, this time hard and fierce.

"Not a peep about this to anyone, not even Daigo."

Saejima's expression remains unchanged by Majima's tonal shift. He's one of the few people who's unfazed by the Mad Dog's whiplash of personas. Comes with the territory, when he's been your sworn brother for over 3 decades.

"Whatever gives ya peace."

Majima drops his cigarette onto the ground, putting it out with his shoe. He picks up the butt and pockets it to throw away later. He takes a deep breath, and with his next words, Majima's tone and voice soften. His brother has to lean in close to make sure he hears him. Most would think Majima’s fallen quiet so he's not heard; Saejima thinks it's out of fear. Whatever this was, it was something the Mad Dog kept close at heart.

"...I don't think he's dead."

Saejima lets out a chuckle. Could he be any less specific?

"Majima, there's a lot of de-"

"Kiryu-chan."

Saejima stops short. Kiryu’s name had not been uttered by either of them since Daigo read his letter. Saejima had missed the man, sure, but Majima saying that name carried so many emotions with it that he couldn’t decipher all of them.

"There's no way that Kiryu-chan is dead."

Saejima starts to speak again, hoping he has the right angle on this situation. 

"We weren't at that fight, so we don't know how-"

"Saejima. Please."

Saejima sighs, the reason for why he was playing devil's advocate was lost on his brother. But he knows he hasn’t heard everything, so he shoots Majima an apologetic look. 

"The thing is, I've seen Kiryu-chan survive fuckin' everything. Brutal fights, gunshots, stab wounds, stab wounds I made, any attempt made on his life. Fuck, he even survived bleeding out in the snow!"

Majima glances at Saejima, and he gives him the nod to keep talking. Majima holds his gaze. A beat passes, and he continues.

"Here’s the kicker for me… Ya remember when I faked my death?"

"Yeah. You fooled everyone in Kamurocho and beyond, except for those who were in on it."

"But who did I fail to fool? Who knew me inside and out and didn't believe for a second I was dead?"

"....me." Saejima responds. He remembers everyone talking about how Goro Majima was killed a few years ago, but not for a second did Saejima believe the news. There would only be one way that he’d believe Majima had kicked the bucket, and that would be the gruesome sight of his corpse. 

"Exactly. Ya see, it's not in the same way as you, brother, but I feel like I know Kiryu-chan."

"You also stalked him for a good long while, according to him."

"That's not my point." Majima responds with a chuckle. Saejima had a feeling that Kiryu and Majima had a relationship that was more complicated than on the surface, but Saejima only heard word about their first antics from Kiryu. He had been meaning to broach the subject with his brother sooner, but since he went back to prison in 2010, they hadn’t had much time together, let alone just the two of them. 

"I think of Kiryu-chan's death announcement, and just… somethin' doesn't sit right."

"Is it because you see the similarities between your situation and his?"

"Maybe? But I always intended on coming back to the living. When it was safe to, ya know?"

He swears he hears his brother’s breath start to shake.

"But, I'm not sure he intends to return." Majima's tone shifts into one of sadness, and Saejima doesn't need another signal of what Majima's wellbeing is. He starts to feel really shitty. His brother had been suffering for a while, and Saejima only thought to speak up when he was about to be pummeled by the man. And Majima’s issue was not the denial that Saejima thought he'd have to combat. Majima had very good reason to believe that Kiryu still walked among them. It goes to show just how wicked smart his brother is. Underneath the mad dog persona is one of the sharpest brains Saejima has ever known. But with a sharp mind comes even more intense emotions, which was what Saejima excelled at, at least when it came to Majima. Not to mention from the way he was speaking, Kiryu must’ve been his closest relationship. His death was making Majima crack, and he had become too good at hiding his problems with laughter and violence for something so simple to be plaguing him this much. 

No, the problem was that Majima was so confident that Kiryu wasn’t dead, he feared that no one would believe him.

Better late than never, then. Saejima thought, before breaking the silence that had briefly fallen between them.

"Majima… I know he meant a lot to you. So I won't try to hit ya with any weird reasoning."

"But yer still thinkin' it. Ya probably think I'm crazy. I mean-I know I am, but crazy in a bad way." Majima's voice wavers.

"That doesn't matter. Ya think it'll change anything? Hell, I thought you had betrayed me for 2 decades, and that still didn't change anything."

Majima's eye flickers away briefly. Saejima continues, unrelenting.

"If you ever see him again… what do ya think you'll do?"

For the first time in a while, Saejima sees not anger, but sorrow, reflected in Majima’s good eye. 

"Well… that'll be a score I need to settle with the man himself. Why he did this," Majima gestures to the air, "Why he put his friends and family through anguish. Why…" Majima's expression changes, and Saejima knows that look better than anyone: while still traces of sorrow remain, Majima was looking into his memories.

"Why he would make me think that he broke our promise."

The two advisors fall back into silence, nothing left to be said. They gaze out at the blue sky and the clouds drifting by, some birds starting to chirp in the trees. After a while, Saejima scoots over, touching shoulders with his brother. He makes eye contact with him, the one eye wrought with a bit of confusion. It's out of character for him to initiate physical touch. With what Majima had laid out in front of him, it’s like the answer was staring at him in the face. 

Kiryu could still be alive. No… he is alive.

"If it's worth anything… I believe you."

For the first time since their fight, Majima smiles. A genuine smile, not one of the Mad Dog, but of Goro Majima. 

"Thanks, brother. Ya don't know how nice that is to hear."

A beat passes. Majima sighs, and Saejima gets the feeling that he had been holding that in for a long time.

"Ya mind if I rest my head? It's been a while, and emotional shit is fuckin' exhausting."

Saejima lets out a small laugh, any fucks he was giving about appearances being thrown to the wind.

"Sure."

Majima lets his head fall onto Saejima's shoulder, and shuts his eye. Saejima watches him shift his body until he's finally comfortable.

"Felt good to let that all out. Thanks, brother. For… everything."

Saejima smirks, "Thank you for everything, Majima. I don't know what I'd do without ya."

Saejima still has many questions, and a desire to learn about Kiryu from his brother, but now isn’t the best time to talk about it. Instead, Saejima looks back at the clouds, and in that moment he could swear that one of them looks like a very familiar dragon.

[loaksky]

you are such a talented writer! i’m taking a creative writing class this summer and i wanna start writing my own fics, do you have any writing tips? like ur process and how tf you pull such wonderful imagery and feeling out of a story?? thank you! xx

hi babes ! sorry it took me a bit to get around to answering this ! thank you so much for such a sweet message AHHH ! i actually took creative writing my senior year of college as an elective and it was SO fun so hopefully you have a blast taking it ! also so excited that you're getting into writing your own fics, it can definitely be a gratifying experience. even though i feel like i'm not qualified to give writer advice, some thoughts are under the cut LMAO <3

my initial thought is gonna sound so unhelpful, but i read this quote / saying somewhere and it's stuck with me since: just write and keep writing after, even if you hate what you write. and the reasoning that came with the quote is that you already have 100 percent more to work with than if you were to write, hate what you produce, and then stop until you feel 'good enough' to go again. you can always revise, you can always edit, you can always delete and rewrite, but you'll have something to work with. this is something i really struggled with in high school when i was really getting into writing.

obviously you don't want to push yourself into a state where you develop an unhealthy relationship with it, but it's just a little encouragement or motivation that i used to remind myself of when i would get in a funk.

some random technical (?) advice in no particular order:

use pinterest for writing prompts, templates (for world building, character building, plot structuring), creating moodboards for your projects, etc. pinterest is my holy grail for writing both fanfiction and regular fiction / personal projects. possibilities are endless with miss pinterest.

said and says can get repetitive, yes, but they are still very useful. if you try to swap out said and says with too many alternatives, you run the risk of compromising reading flow and sounding a little too wordy.

in that same vein, try out different word choices, but be careful with which ones you choose! sometimes (like with said and says), writers will use a thesaurus and pick the 'smartest' sounding word and then it ends up throwing off the way the sentence reads...if that makes sense...i'm rambling now lmaooo

in regards to your specific question about my process:

i'm literally so all over the place. sometimes i'll think of a really cool title and then just run with that.

other times, i'll think of a conflict and craft a plot around the conflict and build outwards.

sometimes i'll already have my ending in mind and backtrack all the way to the beginning. then i'll the time to flesh out the foundation.

i also listen to a lot of music. if you go through my masterlist, you'll probably peep a lot of song titles hahaha. i usually use music as a way to feel out a vibe or write using inspiration from the lyrics.

as mentioned above, i love making moodboards and perusing pinterest !

also, this may sound lowkey crazy, but i love writing as if i'm describing scenes in a movie. or maybe directing a movie? i'm a very sensory person, so i try to make sure i include most, if not all, of the senses when constructing these 'scenes'.

and finally!

just have fun! in both the creative writing class and online, don't let outside pressures like your peers, numbers, or other things get in the way of you creating what you love and being apart of a community. it can be difficult and a little isolating at times, but no matter what, just remember what you went into your endeavors looking for!

ik i was a little all over the place, but this is what i can think of for now because my brain is absolutely fried lmaooo. if you have anymore specific questions: lmk, i love talking n chatting hehe

best of luck to you in your class and i hope you enjoy the journey of writing fanfiction as well! <3

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Wow, for a lot of botbot OCs, I noticed there's a lot of squads.

Pizzaplex Platoon

Heads for Hire

Security Shadows

Daycare Division

Party Planners

Rockstar Rave

Giftshop Guild

The Forgotten Finds

Cool Kiddies Squad

Fashionista Folks

Home Hijackers

Garden Guardians

Toy Tinkers

Confectionery Follies

Antique Freaks

Gelati Juvie

Greenhouse Groove

The Power Plush Force

Food Fuelers

Pest Peeps

Clinic Clique

Security Scores

Cream Court

Aquarium botbots squad

Fungi Funks

UT Cafe squad

Graphi-Grow Pencils

The Lucky Cats

The Sapielites

Tricky Temporals

Cyber Pet Bots

Rarity Rockers

Spooky Specters

I'm not sure if I listed them all but wow! That's a lot of OC squads! 33 squads!!

And then there's the siblings groups

Fries Siblings

Bonsai Siblings

Boiga Siblings

Tea Boxes Sisters

Yeah... A lot...

[thebowerypresents]

STS9 Take Brooklyn Steel on a Voyage on Friday

STS9 – Brooklyn Steel – September 13, 2023

When they still went by the full name Sound Tribe Sector 9, what the band did was right there in their moniker: sonic voyages that get way out there and most certainly beyond, thanks to a delectably competent blend of space rock, jam-band jazz, electronic music, drum ’n’ bass, psychedelia, EDM and other flavors that push all over the place but doesn’t sprawl. Today, they simply go by STS9, but the mission is the same: Get out there, get wild, blow some minds, blow a lot of minds.

We don’t get STS9 in NYC that often. This weekend’s Brooklyn Steel stand was their first multinight run here since before the pandemic. And that meant that it was time to get down, good ’n’ proper, and on Friday, the first of two nights in Brooklyn, the five-piece served a little bit of everything over two sets.

They’re almost all instrumental, except for some occasional vocal effects or samples from sung or spoken-word records they incorporate. Crucially, and somewhat unique among electronica-shot-through rock bands, they resist the sometimes-jam-band-y urge to let individual solos dominate how the music progresses. STS9 have always been an all-at-once unit that shifts and contorts and rocks and freaks out as one, a moving beast. This helps make their songs feel like, yep, voyages. Most tunes begin either with slow builds that eventually surge to shattering peaks or they get right into your face from the jump, then lightly confound expectations by morphing into different modes before resolving or shifting into other tunes entirely. 

Friday’s two sets pulled tunes from so many different corners of what STS9 do, although the common thread was often massive, dance-it-off payoffs, one after the other. “New Dawn, New Day” — with its vocal sample of Nina Simone’s “Feelin’ Good” — was all vibe-y groove. “Wika Chikana,” by contrast, didn’t pick any one groove at all, loving on its gnarly syncopation like a Frank Zappa carnival ride atop New Orleans funk. 

“Vapors” — late in the second set — was a jittery video-game soundtrack, starting as heavy space-rock and then setting loose its drummers into propulsive untz-untz territory. “Move My Peeps,” a favorite of this writer’s, built layer upon layer of synths and other sonics to begin spectral and then, as it dynamically upshifted, menacing. The deliberate, woozy “F. Word” sounded trip-hop, but its rhythm turned so stabbing and slashing that it built toward something more industrial-stomp. 

Each of these was a little voyage, none too short to feel impatiently explored, none too long to feel formless or trudging. We were totally spent by the time they wrapped up things with a whirring, emotional “Circus” in the encore slot, but we’d have been for hearing what another hour could bring, too. —Chad Berndtson | @Cberndtson

Photos courtesy of Hillary Safadi | @hillasafadi

[lovetessamariehi]

Ok so I probably shouldn't have peeped at my homegirl phone but I did and it said something like her and her gf thinking I might be trying to steal some shit out of this other chicks purse (she's passed out over here) and it's dumb bcuz I been trying to keep as far away from this chick this other chicks and their belongings... I only moved a few things to make room for us three plus one of em owns a dog too... it's a small one but still it's a lot of MFS in this small ass apartment I definitely need to move TF around later on today! Jus sayin cuz Im not tryna wear out my welcome that's for sure... Plus it's weird that I'm the one that has had shit of MINE go missing... So WTF?! Whatever I'm not trippin... This chick been here for months being a straight fuckin bum... But whatever maybe I'll go see my mama and spend some time with her... She constantly misses me anyways. I need to start spending more time with her anyways and stop bullshitting around... My kids too! Gotta get outta my funk before it gets worse (depression) it's already pretty fuckin bad I won't even pretend. So I just gotta take the time to figure out all kinds a shit.. m I wanna sign up for sum training classes or whatever they are called actually.... They're usually on a few weeks long type of course like 2-8 weeks... That way I'll be learning a new skill getting certified in in it... And upon completion I'll get a cash stipend... $$$ so basically it'll payoff literally... I haven't been able to do a lot of things because I didn't have my state ID for the longest and a stable phone number address or email address well now I do I have all 3! So time to get back on my grizzy!!

I'm sick of the way ppl get their lil funky ass attitudes and I don't wanna have to be around that shit no more... Mfs petty AF. I'm not gonna be like that towards ppl ever tho if I ir when i am faced with the same situation... I'll try to remember what it felt like for me and what I was going through at the time.... Hopefully I'm not a total bitch and then realize later on and feel bad about it hopefully I wont forget it ... It's a pretty shitty feeling that's for sure ... But am over it now and trying to move TF around in a couple hours here maybe even around 8 or 830 if the vibe feels off ya know? Cuz i hate awkward vibes and tension ya know?

[lunajunctionvintage]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Peeptoe Heels Purple Black Turquoise Fabric Pumps with Rosette.

[self-shipping-hell]

Alright, new F/O, new self insert and this one requires a LOT of design and concept. I'm thinking of going lowkey Mary Sue here.

Gonna vomit out the idea and see if I like it when I wake up tomorrow.

So, unnamed S/I actually conquered a galaxy with Peepers and the Watch Dogs. Honestly it only happened because Peepers was doing all the hard work and she listened to him and considered his input very seriously. At the time he was General Peepers, and she valued and respected him, mostly because she had to learn the hard way that she wasn't all that and a bag of Doritos without him.

Then after conquering an entire galaxy she went cuckoo from the power and sheer boredom of no longer having anything to overtake. Being a power hungry villain, she took it out on Peeps and the Watchdogs. Peepers eventually went, "That's it! I'm out!" and when he left all the Watchdogs followed right behind.

I like to imagine a conversation between Lord Hater and C Peeps later down the line that's like, "You conquered a galaxy with [S/I]?! And you never told me?!?!" "Sir, it was in my resume. Right here, see?"

After Peepers left, everything fell apart and S/I lost her galaxy and was left with the guilt of what she did. To say she fell into a funk would be an understatement. Over time she puts herself back together with various outlets that didn't involve evil doing, going from domineering and evil to frumpy and artsy. I'm thinking alt fashion with overalls or a jumpsuit.

After some time she heard a neighboring galaxy was getting destroyed slowly, planet by planet. Realizing it was the galaxy her former subordinates went to, S/I panics and rushes over. But it turns out traveling between galaxies takes a bit more time than expected, so by the time she makes it Dominator is long gone.

Still, she manages to find Lord Hater's ship and breaks in to find Peepers. There she apologizes, reintroducing herself as she is now, and asks if she could stick around. Just until she finds her own place since she up and abandoned everything else at her old place in her haste.

Things are awkward at first, but things fall into place as S/I missed having someone who understood her as well as Peepers does, and Peepers missed having regular acknowledgements and praise for his hard work. So much so that when S/I finds a place and starts getting ready to move out, C Peeps is all, "You know, I got clearance for you to stay indefinitely. You don't have to go if you don't want to."

We'll see how I feel about this in the morning. Gotta decide on a design for S/I, but it's really hard to concept as good as a Craig McCracken show, so it's gonna be hard to make her look like she'd fit in.

Pirate maybe? Or moth? Spider alien might be good. Half dragon? Like a literal dragon lady? Dragon pirate! Omg, wait

[loopy-froots]

Childhood Friends

Brahms Heelshire x afab!Reader

Author: @loopy-froots

Word Count: 3261 (WOW wtf…)

Slight request by @leahromanof : small age gap (Brahms is 26-28 and the reader is 20)

Summary: The Reader grew up very close to the Heelshire family, as their parents were business partners with them. However, after the fire incident, Brahms and the Reader took some space from each other. While the Reader knew Brahms was still alive, they didn’t know under the circumstances he was. When a sudden tragedy strikes their family, the Reader is left with no home. The Heelshire family offer their home with welcoming arms, but much has changed between all of them since they have last seen each other.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, swearing, slasher x reader, smut, virgin/unprotected sex (masc and fem), abusive parents (fem), insecurities (on both parts), slight age gap (6ish years?), a slight size kink (if you squint?), etc.

Author’s Note: I wasn’t too sure what to write for the age gap so I hope this is good enough!!! I also threw in a lot of personal needs I’ve been having, so I hope y’all don’t mind! Feel free to let me know your thoughts!!!

~~~

*2nd Person POV*

You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were finally going to see your beloved childhood friend, Brahms Heelshire, again after close to ten years of separation. You wished this was not under these circumstances, as you never intended to cause your family such turmoil.

“Y/n! Come in, why don’t you?” Mr. Heelshire exclaims as he opens his front door. He must have seen you walk up their driveway. You can see Mrs. Heelshire inside, but she shares a concerning expression. Trying to brush it off, you step inside and am greeted by the warmth of the house. It was a terribly chilly winter day, and the walk there exhausted you.

“Come, dear! Let me get you a cup of tea to warm you up! You look rather frozen!” Mrs. Heelshire snaps out of her funk and laughs al0ng with her husband. Their jovial attitude makes you feel rather welcomed and loved.

“I cannot thank you enough, Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire… I… I’m terribly sorry that this all happened… especially so suddenly…” You look down with embarrassment.

“Nonsense! We’re always happy to have you, Y/n! Our home is yours!” Mr. Heelshire smiles at you, but you get a somewhat urgent vibe from him. You’re not sure how to feel about it, but you figure since they’re being ever so kind you were in no position to question.

“Now, dear… why don’t you tell us exactly what happened… Perhaps we may help with your parents’ situation?” Mrs. Heelshire gently suggests, but you shake your head in disagreement.

“Unfortunately, I’m not sure that’s possible… you see, I recently came out to my parents as non-binary… they’ve never been overly supportive of that kind of stuff, but I knew I couldn’t hide myself any longer…” You explain shamefully.

“Oh my… that is a rather difficult predicament, hm? However, we want you to know that we fully support you… in fact, our own Brahms considers himself genderfluid,” Mrs. Heelshire shares, which honestly makes you feel less alone.

“Really? I… I had no idea… Thank you, but speaking of which… where is Brahms…? Does he still live with you?” You wonder.

“Oh, um… yes… he does, but he’s grown to be rather… timid… so he doesn’t always come out when people are visiting…” Mr. Heelshire explains swiftly, and you try to understand. You don’t fully know what he’s been through, so who are you to judge his social anxieties?

“That’s alright. Well, I just hope he knows how excited I am to see him again…” You confess, causing a surprised reaction from the Heelshire couple.

“Really? Well, that’s certainly wonderful! I’m sure he'll become more open to meeting you after he gets used to you being in the house…” Mrs. Heelshire states with a gentle smile, and you nod your head in agreement.

With that, you are then taken on a tour of the house. You’re shown areas you can and cannot wander to, and you mentally note each location that’s off limits. You’d never want to make the Heelshires uncomfortable, despite how curious you were. They show you to your room, which you immediately recognize as Brahms’ childhood room.

“Oh wow! This looks exactly how I remembered it!” You giggle.

“I’m glad you’re fond of it still, as Brahms insisted you take his room for your own… comfort…” Mr. Heelshire shares, but something tells you he’s not entirely being honest. However, you ignore the feeling bubbling up in your stomach.

“Well, feel free to unpack your things dear. As we mentioned before, we are planning on going on a trip within the next few days. So it will be just you and Brahms for a while…” Mrs. Heelshire reminds you, and you shiver slightly for some reason.

“Oh, yes… Well, I hope the two of you enjoy it!” You politely respond.

~~~

“Goodbye, dear! And remember, follow the rules and you’ll get no trouble from our dear Brahms!” The Heelshires bid you farewell and leave in their cab. Closing the door, you sigh in relief.

“Alright, follow the rules… I can do that… it’s the least I can do since they were so kind as to let me stay for a while…” You motivate yourself.

“Y/n…” A sudden familiar, childlike voice echoes through the house. You looked around to see who it came from, but you saw no one. It had to be Brahms, right? Who else could it have been, but where was he?

“B-Brahms?” You sheepishly call out. You hear no answer and suddenly feel quite stupid. Maybe you just heard the shifting of the house or imagined someone was calling your name?

“Alright, focus… first things first, making some lunch… hopefully he’ll come down to eat with me…?” You hope. You could’ve sworn you heard another childish giggle somewhere, but you try to shake the skittish feeling building up. You quickly make whatever you feel like for lunch, desperate to finish so that you can call Brahms down to eat.

“Um, Brahms? I… lunch is done… if you want some?” You yell throughout the house, but you hear no answer. Finally feeling defeat, you turn back to the kitchen and notice that one of the plates of food has disappeared.

“How did he get to it without me noticing?” You ask out loud. Every instinct within you tells you that something was wrong, but you tried your best to give the man some time to adjust to the new living situation.

“Y/n…?” In the middle of eating, you hear a now more adult version of the voice you heard earlier. You drop your fork in surprise and frantically look around for the source. You then see a tall and scruffy looking man standing at the end of the dining room. He was holding the plate that is now empty, and you figure that must be Brahms. He was very odd looking, in all honesty. He wore a porcelain mask that resembles the type of little dollies you used to keep as a kid.

“Oh, um… h-hello, Brahms…?” You try to be friendly towards him, despite the creepy feeling you got from him already. However, him not answering causes the suspicion to form again.

“Um… did you enjoy the meal I made for you?” You try to spark a conversation, but Brahms nonverbally nods in response.

“That’s good! I’m… glad…” You smile awkwardly at him, but his masked face remains expressionless. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, and Brahms notices the tense state you’re in. He begins to step closer to you, and sets his plate on the table. Sweating profusely, you wonder what he’s doing. He steps closer and closer to you until he’s directly in front of you. While you sit, he towers over you. You’d never admit it, but he’s very intimidating. However, you try your best to be polite.

“Is… everything alright, Brahms?” You ask innocently. He just stares at you, though, never saying a word. When you were about to get up and try to walk away, he grabs your arm and pulls you into him.

“B-Brahms…?!” You exclaim as he squeezes you in his broad arms. He’s rather warm, but trembling. Your heart relaxes when you realize he only wanted a hug.

“Y/n… nice to see you again…” He finally peeps out. Your cheeks heat up, but you lean into the embrace. The two of you just hold onto each other for a few moments, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Good to see you, too! I was worried you were upset with me for coming back after such a long time…” You try to pull away and look him in the eyes, but his grip keeps you there.

“Mm, no… not upset… lonely…” He breathes into your ear, sending a chill down your back. He was… lonely? That makes you feel bad… really bad… how could you leave him like you did after the incident?! It wasn’t completely your fault, as you parents were the main reason you stayed away. They told you what a dangerous person Brahms was, and they forbid you from being influenced by him in any way.

Additionally, your parents never liked how fond the two of you seemed towards each other, despite the slight age difference you had. Brahms was only six years older, and to you it didn’t matter for terms of friendship. However, your parents saw the attraction Brahms had towards you right away. As children, it only developed into a little crush, but the older the two of you got the more obvious it became, to the adults at least. You seemed quite oblivious to his attempts to woo you, as you had just thought he was being friendly.

“I…I’m sorry, Brahms… I should’ve… I wish I’d have… I’m sorry…” Tear well in your eyes as you look down from his gaze. Your focus then shifts to the ever growing bulge in his pants that you hadn’t noticed before.

“It’s alright… happy you’re here now…” Brahms strokes your hair with his free hand, and he leans into you. You feel him stroke your neck with his nose, seemingly trying to get a reaction out of you. Completely frozen, you felt unsure of what to do. All of the sudden, your head’s ideas clicked and made you realize the years of yearning he’d been doing for you.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t still have feelings for the boy you grew up with. You always admired how protective he was of you. You never admitted your affection towards him, though, as you thought he might react negatively. To you, the age difference acted as a barrier, but to him, it seemed he didn’t mind in the slightest. All he’s ever known was his love for you, despite the age gap. However, is this still the same boy as before? You probably barely knew him anymore. Then why were you getting so flustered over this simple interaction?

“Brahms?” You look back into his eyes with a curious glint. What was he planning with you?

“Hm?” He nonchalantly answers.

“Are you…?” You start, but then feel too embarrassed to finish.

“Yes,” He agrees without needing you to explain. You feel him jerk his hips into your stomach softly, desperate to get some friction between the two of you. As intoxicating as he was being, you still felt unsure of your stance with him.

“I’m not sure I want to… I mean, this is so soon… don’t you think?” You try to reason mainly with yourself to try and stop this from happening. With that, Brahms stops and pulls away from you with a pout.

“No?” He questions with sweet eyes.

“I… yes…?” You try to stand your ground with yourself again, but it’s no use. Brahms’ heartfelt pleading turns you to putty in his hands.

“Please?” He begs. With that, you finally agree, and he’s onto you. Groping all up and down your sides, front, and back, he feels every inch of your body as if he’s desperate to find something in you.

“Brahms… wait…?” You stop him again, realizing you hadn’t seen his actual face yet. You politely ask him to remove his mask, but he visibly slumps.

“Why…? You… don’t want to see me…” Brahms insecurely explains, but you shake your head.

“I do! Please…?” You whine as he continues to feel up your back. Brahms hesitates slightly, then agrees. With that, he slowly removes the porcelain from himself. This leaves his bare, burnt, and uncertain face into your view. You’re unsure of what to say at first, as your feelings are conflicted. However, you quickly decide to go with what your heart felt.

“You’re so handsome, Brahms…” You confess with a sheepish smile. He doesn’t respond, though, almost as if he’s debating what to say as well.

“Mm!” You moan through a sudden kiss he placed on your lips, making Brahms smile to himself in the kiss. He loved the way you reacted to his touch. He quickly realized you were feeling the same towards him, and that gave him the confidence to continue. You rapidly grew a certain heat in your pelvic area, but the feeling was still unfamiliar to you. Only on the rare occasion did you allow yourself the pleasure, but you felt guilty for it every time.

“Slut… whore… useless daughter…” Your parents’ past words radiate in your head, and a panic washes over your body. Brahms senses your inner conflict again, and stops once more.

“Y/n…?” He gently asks to see if you’re alright. Tears well up in your eyes as the guilt of disappointing your parents consumes you.

“I’m sorry, I just… my mom and dad would be so upset… I just feel so… lost…” You admit, and Brahms wipes your cheeks with his calloused hands.

“Mm, screw them…” He chuckles darkly.

“But…” You try to argue, but he shushes you instead.

“They’ve never been good to you, Y/n…” Brahms shares, and it confuses you at first. They’ve always given you food, shelter, and anything else a child would need.

“But they… they mean well…” You try to reason it out, but he still disagrees.

“I’ve been watching, listening to how they treat you your whole life, Y/n… the way they scream at you, gaslight you, disappoint you… that’s not love… that’s abuse…” Brahms whispers with a broken heart for you. The pain of realization hits you, but you try to muffle your cries with your hands over your mouth.

“I’m so sorry… I know how hard it is… but I… I want to love you… really love you…” He kisses the top of your head sweetly. His words fill your heart with hope that you might not be miserable the rest of your life.

“Really…? I mean, I would love that… but I don’t want to force you into anything…” You self doubt yourself.

“Absolutely. I mean, hell… why do you think I was doing all of this?” Brahms wonders, and you suppose he’s right.

“Yeah, true… I’m sorry, I just feel bad… but thank you, I’d love to… y’know…?” You admit with a shy grin, which he immediately returns.

“Good,” He smirks and kisses you again. This time, the kiss was much more desperate for the sweet result. Brahms shows no mercy for you this time as he begins biting your lips. Your little gasps invoke a strong sense of pride within him. He was making you feel this way, and he alone would make you feel good.

“Hm,” His deep voice rumbles in his chest. Your eyes flutter open and shut, unsure of how to go about this situation. Squirming around awkwardly, you then feel Brahms grab your waist as he lifts you up and onto the table.

“Ah! Brahms...?!” You yelp in surprise.

“Take off your shirt, Y/n.” He demands, already sliding his hands underneath. You timidly follow his instructions, removing your shirt and bra from your body. Brahms looks down from your face and onto your breasts. He adored them, so he ran his hands over them as he gave each nipple a cheeky pinch.

“Oh, Brahms…” Your eyes close in bliss, but he snaps your attention back to his eyes.

“Look at me,” He suggests sternly.

“O-okay…” You do as he wishes and stare deep into his icy eyes. He’s tender and gentle, but he still makes you feel so small next to him.

“You’re so pretty, Y/n… I’ve always loved you…” Brahms brushes a stray lock of hair out of your face, giving him a better view at your beauty.

“I have loved you for the longest time, too, Brahms… I just never knew how to tell you…” You try your best to express your feelings, but your past experience with doing so has never been easy for you. Each emotion you shared ended in an argument with your parents.

“I’m so glad… please…” Brahms pleads, leaning his forehead against yours. He didn’t have to finish for you to understand what he wanted.

“C’mere…” Your sudden burst of trust hits the two of you like a train. Brahms roughly attacks your neck with his lips and teeth, nipping at all your sensitive areas. Exploring each and every inch, he scopes out which areas you like best.

“Mm, Y/n…” He whimpers, rubbing his needy cock against your body. You had neglected it for far too long, and you wanted to give it some love too.

Lowering your hand down to his member, you stroke him through his pants. Pre-cum leaks from his tip and soaks through his underwear slightly. His moans fill your ears with sweet misery. The lack of being inside of you was killing him, but he wanted to take things slow for you.

“Ah, Y/n…! Please! I’ll be a good boy!” He begs you to allow him entrance, and you agree. Instantaneously, he pulls his clothes off and prepares his painfully hard cock to slide into you.

“Oh! You feel… so tight…!” He didn’t tell you, but this was his first time as well. The first feeling of being inside of someone, especially when that someone is you, was the best feeling he’s ever felt. He couldn’t help himself but pump in and out of you. He tried his best to go slow, but his selfish excitement got the better of him. However, you were far from upset by this.

“Ah! D-don’t… stop…!” You plead with him, and he obliges. Slapping his body into yours in a rhythmic motion causes you to quickly feel that coil in your stomach tighten around him.

“F-fuck…! You’re gonna make me…!” As quickly as it started, your love making ended. The two of you came together simultaneously, and everything felt perfect to you. However, Brahms felt a wave of guilt.

“I… I’m sorry… I wish I had lasted longer… and I shouldn’t have pressured you into this…” He goes on and on about all the things he could’ve done better, but you then stop him with a chaste peck on his lips.

“You were perfect. Thank you,” You lovingly look into his eyes. He searches for any sort of regret, but when he finds none he settles into your arms.

~~~

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[superhero--imagines]

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Dick

* Will massage your hands or back if he notices you’ve been rubbing your neck or he’s been hearing popping voices every time you’d stretch

* and honestly, this boys hands are like magic dude

* He does in ten minutes what professional masseuses can’t do in an hour

* “Please keep doing that for a few more minutes- it helps so much”

* His smile is so bright you would think you just said he was the love of your life or something

*"You got it babe"

Jason

* If he notices you’re particularly stressed, to the point that you’re getting indecisive and then that indecisiveness is making you even more stressed

* “Hey come here”

* He’ll tug you to him, placing your head on his chest/the crook of his neck

* And then he’ll start reading to you from whatever book he’s reading at the moment

* You usually relax pretty fast, listening to the rumble of Jason’s voice from his chest

* You usually end up falling asleep

* And then it becomes like an “omg an animal/child fell asleep one me and now I can’t move situation”

* He usually ends up falling asleep too tbh

* You both wake up at like 2 in the morning, tugging the other to your bed to get some proper sleep

* Alternatively, Jason Todd who sees that you’re really into a book, but you’re getting sleepy - but you really want to know what happens

* So he’ll read you your book until you fall asleep

Tim

* Your boy doesn’t know a lot -

* But he knows your coffee order better than he knows his own name

* He also knows what snacks/pastries you like with your coffee

* Always brings you snacks in the middle of stressful days

* If you’re particularly invested he’ll just place them beside you, give you a kiss on the forehead, and then be on his way

* He doesn’t want to get in the middle of your work

* Occasionally you’ll both be in the middle of a stressful day and so you have to tug each other a little so you can take care of yourselves

Duke

* He takes you out for a drive

* Even if it’s midnight, he’ll tug you to the car and get you to listen to some chill beats

* If you’re in a particularly tense mood he’ll throw on some “pop oldies” to get you out of your funk

* It’s hard not to scream the lyrics to Taylor’s “Love Story”, even if you are stressed

* “See don’t you feel better now?” He’ll say with one hand on the steering wheel and another holding your hand in his

* “It’s always better with you”

Damian

* He takes you to the dog park

* And he doesn’t care if you’re “in the middle of something” or “if you just need one more minute to get this part done”

* He will literally pick you up in one arm, and pick Titus up by the other and put you both in the car

* You might be a little grumpy and nervous when you get there

* But you get happy pretty fast when you get to pet all the dogs

* And Titus seems to be having a lot of fun running around like he’s a puppy again

* “This is really fun,” you say with a laugh as you pet a massive black mastiff

* “I told you” Damian Grins

Bruce

* I feel like Bruce is probably the most direct

* “You’ve been working too long you need to stop”

* Which is kind of funny, because isn’t this the man that stayed up for three days without eating or sleeping when he was staking out a villains hideout

* “Come on”

* If you protest that you just need “a few more minutes” to wrap this up he will fling you across his shoulder and take you to the bathroom

* He’s surprisingly tender as he runs a bath for you, personally bathing you himself and massaging any tense muscles

* You feel like a kid when he wraps a robe around you and takes you to bed

* “I’m not a kid you know” you mumble and he just smiles

* “Just let me spoil you” he’ll say, pressing a kiss to your forehead

[overthedub]

Gorillaz’ characters hyping up the audience during the La Cigale, Paris gig on June 22, 2001! There’s a lot of Russel in this one!

Audio taken from Blur Archive Project’s archive folder (with their permission), which you can find for yourself here:

https://mega.nz/folder/FNlQjQjA#rOWvMfq6rmdmI3W7ScOgSQ

You can also watch the entire La Cigale concert footage here:

https://mega.nz/folder/FNlQjQjA#rOWvMfq6rmdmI3W7ScOgSQ/folder/hEsGia5A

Transcript/translation for Noodle under the cut:

M1A1

Noodle: Gooood eveniiiing! Iiiiit’s Noodle! Pause, everybody. How are you? The song we played just now was “M1A1″! Let’s go!

Tomorrow Comes Today

Russel: Aw yeah. Aw yeaaaah. (In French) It’s open! How’s it going?

(back in English) Y’all ready for some punk funk, motherfuckers out there? This is Russel talkin’ to ya. How ya doin’ out there, Paris?

(cheering)

Russel: Let me here you make some fuckin’ noise out there, Paris! Aw yeah! We gonna kick it to some Sloooow Country thang. We gon’ kick it to ya right now.

(Slow Country starts)

Russel: Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Yeah. Yeah.

Slow Country

2-D: (whistles) Oh!

Noodle: Is that right, everybody? (In French) How are yooooou?

(In Japanese) The next song is 5/4!

5/4

Russel: Huh? Am I feelin’ you yet? Are we gettin’ through to you yet, Paris? Come oooon! Yeaaaah. We ready to split—

(audio skips)

Russel: —this thang for y’all.

(cheering)

Russel: Yeah, let me hear you make some fuckin’ noise out there.

(cheering gets louder)

Russel: I can’t hear you! Let me hear you make some fuckin’ nooooise out there!

(cheering gets even louder)

Russel: Oh yeaaaah. It’s time we put bass in their place. Uh-huh. Starshine for y’all. Let’s kick it.

Starshine

2-D: Woo!

(plucking guitar)

Russel: You seein’ us?

(plucking bass)

Russel: You feelin’ us?

Man Research (Clapper)

Russel: You seein’ us? We are the Gorillaz!

Soundcheck (Gravity)

Russel: Yeaaaah. This is Russel talkin’ to ya. Yeaaaah.

Noodle: Are you well?

Russel: Uh-huh, Noodle. Uh-huuuuh. They feelin’ us a’ight. We gon’ rip into another one for ya. Keep comin’! Let me hear you make a lil’ noise for the Gorillaz.

(cheering)

Russel: Keep it comin’! Russel got big love for ya. Russel got biiiig looove for ya. Let me hear ya make a lil’ more noise.

(cheering gets louder)

Russel: You can make more fuckin’ noise than that! You can make more fuckin’ noise than that!

[Soundcheck (Gravity) starts]

Russel: Uh!

Latin Simone (¿Que Pasa Contigo?)

2-D: Yeah!

Russel: (In French) How’s it going?

Noodle: Wait.

Russel: Yeah, yeah!

Noodle: Ugh!

Russel: (In French) How’s it going?

(plucking guitar)

Russel: We ‘bout to bust into.... Well, my man, Ibrahim Ferrer! This one’s called Latin Simone! (In French) How’s it going, Paris? Uh-huh.

Re-Hash

Noodle: Paris peeps, are you having fun? It’s Noodle! The next song is Re-Hash! Let’s go!