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domxmarvel · 10 months

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Riddle

“Don’t forget your sunscreen” Riddle quickly grabbed your arm,rubbing some in with a focused expression on his face.

“Riddle” He looked up at you “You’re here to relax,and not worry about every little thing. Come on,lay down and I’ll bring you something to drink” He did what you asked but not without wanting to retaliate.

“Then who’s going to make sure they-”

“Not you” You were expecting him to go back to making sure everyone was behaving the second you turned your back but surprisingly he was still in the same spot when you returned. You handed him the glas,the ice hitting the sides of glas. “Glad you didn’t run off to scold someone” He just reached out,took the glas and took a sip.

“You’re right I should try to relax”

“Good boy” His face turned as red as his hair “Once you’re done join me in the water”

“O-Okay”

Malleus

“Excuse me,may I have this dance?” You turned to the sound of the voice,only to see Malleus standing there with his hand outstretched. You took his hand.

“Of course you may” He kissed the back of your hand before pulling you close,putting his arm around your waist. Pulling you to the center of the room,everyone parted to let him through. He stopped only in the center of the room,you felt like everyone was staring at you and they probably were. “Everyone’s staring at us” You whispered,he pulled you closer.

“I can tell them to leave if you want”

“You would really do that?”

“Of course,I’d do anything for you”

“Don’t actually tell them to leave,it’s fine. I’m just not used to being stared at”

“Just focus on me,you won’t even know they’re here” He held you close as you danced around the room. Malleus was clearly enjoying this,the look on his face told you everything you needed to know.

Lilia

“Y/N wanna join me for band practice?” Lilia asked,already dressed in a pop punk way you never thought you’d see.

“I didn’t even know you played an instrument” You were too stunned to even ask about the outfit too.

“I also sing,” He added,smiling like he wanted to talk about it more. You knew that Lilia was older than he looked and probably done more in his life then you could imagine but the thought of his playing an instrument or singing never crossed your mind.

“Why have you never told me about this,what do you sing?”

“I don’t sing a lot anymore. I used to sing lullabies for Silver and Malleus” You thought of Lilia holding Silver and singing to him,just the thought of it made your heart melt and without thinking you said.

“I’d love to hear one,if that’s okay”

“Sure” He sat down on your bed,patting his thighs “Come here,lay down” You laid down with your head on his thighs,just as he started singing his fingers made their way through your hair. You were barely a minute in as you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore,you quickly fell asleep.

Azul

“Why are you out here by yourself?” You turned to see Azul.

“Just needed some air,not the biggest fan of parties” He sat down next to you on the railing,his hand resting on your lower back.

“Careful,you wouldn't want to fall in” You moved closer to him,he tightened his grip on you.

“Then you better hold me tight and make sure that doesn’t happen”

“Don’t worry,I won’t let you fall”

“This is better than the party” He laughed,kissing your forehead.

“But it’s a bit cold. The dorm isn’t too far from here”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Jade

“What’s the point of that wrap your holding,shouldn’t it be on your arm or something?”

“Oh this?” He held it up “ I’ll show you,hold out your arms” You did and in a split second he had your hands tied,using the reminder or the wrap to pull you to him. Lifting your chin with his other hand. “I was hoping you’d ask” He pulled you even closer,so you were chest to chest with him. Your faces are only inches apart.

“Jade” He only responded with a ‘hmm’ making you even more flustered,but you couldn’t move back or look away because he was holding onto you tightly.

“Something wrong?” He teased,smirking as he moved even closer to you. Leaning in utility you could feel his lips touch yours but he didn’t kiss you,he was just hovering there for a bit before he finally kissed you.

He pulled away, licking his lips. He was still holding you,your hands still tied up.

“Could you untie me now?” The second you asked,his facial expression turned more mischievous and you knew you had messed up.

“I don’t think I will,I like you like this”

Floyd

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Floyd did usually stare but this time his gaze was filled with affection,rather than his usual curiosity.

“I just like looking at you” He moved closer to you,his knees still up and his hand still on his cheek.

“I like looking at you too” You both laughed before you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Surprisingly his cheeks reddened and his eyes darted away from you. You had never seen him flustered before,and he was really cute but you had a feeling it wouldn’t last long. And you were right,the moment you turned your head you felt him kiss you back. But when you looked back he was looking away from you.

Jack

“Good luck” You managed to give him a kiss before he ran off,and you quickly made your way back to your group of friends to cheer him on. You kept getting looks from a couple of the other Savanaclaw students,probably due to the face that you had Jack’s jacket draped over your shoulders. The stares were something you had to get used to pretty quickly,and you learned how to ignore them,but you could still feel them. Despite that you kept cheering for your boyfriend,and he finished first. All the Savanaclaw students cheered for him,he was smiling and laughing as he looked through the crowd stopping when your eyes met. That’s when you quickly made your way over to him and he ran up to hug you too. Picking you up and spinning you around before kissing you.

“You did so well”

“Well there was no way I could lose when my lucky charm is here”

Leona

“There you are,herbivore. You’ve certainly kept me waiting,now why don’t you come here” He patted his thigh,gesturing for you to come closer. The moment you were close enough he pulled you into his lap,he smirked as he leaned in. He kissed you,his arm wrapping around to pull you closer.

“Should we really be here?”

“In the palace?” He seemed genuinely confused

“No,the throne. I mean it belongs to your brother,should we really be doing this here?” He seemed disappointed at the mention of his brother,like he hated hearing you even bring him up. But behind that was sadness,sadness that you assumed that was because he felt insignificant compared to his brother and that he knew this throne would never belong to him. “Leona,” He sighed,not looking at you. It hurt and you realize that you messed up.

"You're right,we should leave”

“No”

“No what? You just-”

“We should stay” You kissed him before he could protest “Stay here” You pushed him until his back hit the chair.

“H-Herbivore” He could barely get any words out with you kissing him repeatedly. “Herbivore” He tried again “Herbivore” and again “Y/N” you finally stopped. “Calm down,it’s not like I’m going anywhere”

Vil

“Vil?”

“What,don’t tell me you didn’t recognize me” He smirked,showing off one of his fangs. His hair was slicked back, his costume was still purple but darker than usual the black lipstick,making him look intimidating.

“You look great” You attempted to deflect,but it didn’t work.

"Apparently so good you didn’t even recognize me” You attempted to change the subject.

“So a vampire huh. Is that your way of saying you’ll always be the fairest of them all”

“Do you suggest there’s someone else worthy of that title?”

“Not at all,my queen” He seemed satisfied with your answer “Or should it be,my vampire queen?”

“I’d rather hear something else”

“Like what?”

“Like the sound you make when I sink my fangs into you”

“Aren’t those fake?”

“Why don’t you feel them and find out?”

Rook

“Hello there trickster” The sound of Rook’s greeting made you look up,only to find him in a tree staring down at you.

“I’m scared to ask,but why are you in a tree?”

"Because I like looking at you from up here”

“Well,I’d prefer it if you’d join me down here” He jumped down,smiling at you.

“You’re right it’s better down here”

“I told you so,and because you’re here I can do this” He was about to ask but you interrupted him by grabbing his face and kissing him. He leaned in further,pushing you against the tree as he pushed himself closer to you. Refusing to let go of you,he pushed you further. One of his hands moving to your thighs. Finally you managed to pull away from him. “Rook,someone could see us out here”

“I know a place we could go,where we can be alone. A place where I can have you all to myself”

Idia

“You actually came,I’m really happy that you did”

“Of course,how could I possibly say no”

“Really easily” He mumbled,you moved closer to him.

“It wouldn't be easy for me”

“So I-I,do you wanna dance?” His face was red and the tips of his hair were turning pink.

“I’d love to” You felt his hands shaking on your back and in your own hand,you followed him and danced for a bit. Before you moved both his hands to your waist and yours to his shoulders. The blush on his face and the tips of his hair turning red,as you leaned closer to him. “You look beautiful in that suit”

“T-Thank you” Leaning in, you kissed his cheek. He really did look beautiful,his hair lighting the room along with the candles floating around the roof. There was something so special about being here,just the two of you. There was nothing more you wanted more right now than to kiss him,but you didn’t want to scare him off. Just leaning closer made him flustered,you couldn’t even imagine his reaction if you kissed him. “Y/N” His voice made you snap out of your thoughts.

“Yes?”

“Could I kiss you?” Was he thinking the same thing you did?

“Of course,you can.” You stopped dancing and closed your eyes and waited. His lips were cold but you quickly got used to them,despite the cold they were soft against yours. He pulled away and you opened your eyes,his entire face was red now. “Do you wanna do that again?” He nodded. “of course I want to,as many times as you’d like”

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garbinge · 4 months

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Early Morning

Carmy Berzatto & Platonic!F!Reader Richie Jerimovich x F!Reader

30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 3.3k A/N: This little universe of slice of life stories is my favorite, and i'm so glad so many of you have been enjoying it. <3

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Other fics from this universe The Bear Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @quixscentsposts @dadbodfanatic-x @adorable-punk-superheroes @lodeddiperrodrick @isalver @captainweasleybarnes @musicwithteeth @fancyvoidtragedy @shinebright2000 @knight4xmas @gills-lounge @navs-bhat @cosmicak

You grabbed the pack of cigarettes from Richie’s jacket that was tossed across your kitchen island and stepped through the window that led to your fire escape. It was early, the sun just starting to rise creating golden hues across Chicago on this beautiful Friday morning. In your hand besides the cigarettes was a large blanket from your couch, just because the sun was out didn’t mean the Chicago air was forgiving.

Sitting on your firescape with a cigarette wrapped in your blanket was something you found yourself doing often since all the issues with your dad began popping back up again. It offered you peace, an escape from reality almost. Inside, although just as quiet and peaceful most times, you felt trapped. Stepping outside felt freeing, like the air was easier to breath and your thoughts were easier to fade away in the wind.

You took the time to watch the hustle and bustle of the streets in the morning, people going to work, the people coming home from their night shifts, those coming home from other night time activities, the construction workers start their work, and everyone in between.

Where your apartment sat, you were able to see so much of the Chicago streets, below you sat some of your favorite bakeries and delis. If you looked far enough, you could see the street sign where your job was located, but where your eyes sat now was on the small corner that was about 8 blocks away where The Beef, or what was formerly known as The Beef sat.

It was then, as your gaze passed it that you saw someone in a white t-shirt pacing back and forth on the sidewalk next to the restaurant. Your face fell to a frown and you smirked a little before pulling your phone out of your pocket and calling the person who was pacing, Carmy.

You saw him look at the phone, but you were too far to really see his expression. It was that moment that you realized there was a high chance he didn’t answer and you’d see it happen right in front of you. With how things had been going lately between you, it was a real possibility he wouldn’t answer and come up with some excuse, that you would know was just a blatant lie.

But all of those thoughts went to the wayside when you heard his voice and saw him still pacing with the phone to his ear.

“Why are you up?” Was the first thing out of his mouth when he answered.

“Why are you up?” You said the same thing back to him.

“My head’s too busy I just needed to get out.” You saw him bring his hand up behind his head to run his fingers through his hair.

“Yea, same.” You laughed, it was always so hilarious to you how similar the two of you were despite being so different. “Why are you at the restaurant?”

“There’s just a million things to do and I gotta meet the fire suppression guy at 9.” He answered you, still pacing until he suddenly stopped, realizing he hadn’t mentioned being at the restaurant. You saw his head raise, and he immediately turned around and began searching in the sky. “Are you?” His eyes were trying to find your building. “Are you fucking watching me, creep?” The smile on his face wasn’t clear to you visually but you could hear it in his voice. You raised your hand and waved which he did back and laughed in the phone. “What are you doing?”

“I just needed some air.” You shrugged and lowered your hand back down.

“What’s on your mind?” He was still looking up at you.

“What’s not.” You laughed and shook your head.

“Do uh, you remember when we were kids, like I don’t know fifth grade of some shit. And it was like the day of the science fair, we were waiting for your dad to pick us up and you had this huge volcano or something in your hands.”

“Yea it was Vesuvius.” You remembered it clearly.

“You kept talking about it as we sat there and I just was staring at the group of kids who were obviously about to come over and be fuckin’ assholes, right.”

You laughed, remembering how oblivious you were to it all. “They came over and slapped my project out of my hands.”

“And I just sat there.” Carmy’s voice got stressed. “I feel like I’m always just sitting by watching shit happen.”

“You actually saved it.” You corrected him. “When it got tossed to the ground it, it started to explode again and you put dish soap on it to stop it.”

“Where the fuck did I get dish soap?” He scratched his head trying to think.

“Your science project about germs.”

“I don’t remember that.” He laughed a little.

“Of course you don’t, you remember feeling out of control, you always remember feeling out of control.” You said it so obvious.

“I remember Mikey being the one to pick us up and scaring the piss out of those kids.”

You wanted to point out that that was another moment where he felt out of control but you dropped it and continued with your version of the memory.

“That was the night Mikey told me I wasn’t going home for a bit, because he found my dad passed out in the bathroom at whatever fuckin’ dive bar, but he told me he was away on business.”

“You, uh, talk to your dad lately?”

That was a weighted question and you felt the anxiety manifest itself as bile in your throat.

“You wanna talk about lack of control.” You brushed off the comment with a light laugh. “Let’s talk about what we can control, what’s on the agenda today?” Carmy laughed and shook his head. “Not really a qualifying topic.” He sniffled and adjusted his coat slightly before coming up with a new topic to talk to you about. “Oh, I uh, tried your coffee last night.”

That shocked you, not exactly sure how or when he would have done that. Your silence on the other end gave him the clue that must’ve been what you were thinking and he answered your internal questions.

“You uh, left some of the containers in the fridge, labeled, I was here late and went to grab a redbull when I saw them and thought—“

“Two birds, one stone.” You nodded, understanding.

“I mean I guess, but I really thought how I haven’t had a chance to try and you must be kind of moving ahead there, but I could give you my thoughts if you wanted?”

It was exactly what you wanted, but that didn’t stop you from giving him shit about it.

“Well if it isn’t going to take you away from your busy morning pacing up and down the sidewalk.”

Carmy laughed and took the phone away from his ear, starting to scroll around and pull up his notes app before bringing the phone up to his ear again.

“I just sent it to you.” He was staring back up at your building.

You did the same thing as him, but putting him on speaker as you went to your messages. Quickly you breezed through his notes, clocking the positive comments along with the few ideas he had as well.

“You know these weren’t fresh, some of these are better fresh.” You said still reading through the list.

“Read my… third to last note.” Carmy thought of where the comment he remembered writing sat.

Blend #3, better in the fridge for 48h, assuming these have been here for 24, so double it, it’s getting richer.

The rest brew fresh. You can taste the stale flavor slightly right now if you know to look for it.

“Which one’s your favorite?” You finished reading through his comments and brought the phone back up to your ear. “You didn’t write down your favorite.”

“1.” He didn’t hesitate to answer, he knew it off the top of his head.

“The Chicago Blend.” You nodded with a smile knowing it was the signature one.

“That’s good, play on the windy city right? Cause of it’s airy-ness?”

You smiled from ear to ear and nodded. “Exactly that.”

“So you got a name for the brand at all?” He was moving to lean against the building now, taking out a cigarette of his own.

“Uh, yea, you actually gave me some inspiration around it the other day, I think I’m gonna call it Best Blends or something.”

“I gave you inspo?” Carmy laughed but it was followed by a serious tone. “I like it, like–like the flavors compliment each other.” His voice had a little hesitancy in it.

“You hate it.” You let out a laugh and covered your eyes with your free hand.

“No–no I don’t hate it.” He said also laughing a little bit, you could see him running his hand through his curls when you looked back up.

“It’s corny.” You were nodding, your hand covering your mouth now waiting for his response.

“No–no it’s not corny.”

You cut him off quickly. “It’s corny, Carmy, I know you, I can tell you hate it.”

“It’s–it’s…” He trailed off for a minute before hearing your laugh on the other side and agreeing. “Okay yea, it’s–it’s a little corny, but I don’t hate it.”

“I just got swept up in the nostalgia of it all and tried to make it punny.” You were still laughing. “I told people this name, how embarrassing.”

“I think it’s reparable.” He was still laughing slightly.

“Reparable, huh?” You brought your legs to your chest and you thought for a minute. “I’m coming up blank.”

“What if you drop best?” He said already having the answer.

“Blends?” You frowned, thinking about it.

“The Blend.” Carmy shrugged.

“Sounds like a band name.” You didn’t laugh this time, because you kind of liked the sound of it.

“Band names aren’t corny.” He said it like he was trying to prove a point.

“No, they aren’t.” You nodded. “The Blend.” You said it in a whisper, your way of settling into it. “Sounds like The Bear.” You wanted to mention the similarity of it all.

“Guess I got a type.” He laughed slightly.

Before the conversation with the name could continue, you felt something warm next to your shoulder and turned to see a coffee mug. You followed the arm up to see who was holding it and saw a sleepy Richie holding it out for you. A smile grew on your face and as you went to grab it you heard Carmy on the other end.

“Who is that? Is that Richie?”

“No, it's Leonardo DiCaprio. Yes it’s Richie.” You teased.

“Alright, look, it’s still weird, alright.” He lifted his hand up in innocence.

Normally Richie would have had something smart to say but all he did was lift his hand up and give Carmy the finger before leaning down and placing a kiss on your head.

“Oh yea, real nice, okay, even nicer.” Carmy turned around when he saw Richie lean down to leave a kiss on your head.

“Thanks for the coffee, there’s a day-old breakfast sandwich in the fridge with your name on it.” You looked up at Richie who just grunted in acknowledgement and stepped back out the window.

There was silence on the phone while Carmy worked through his awkwardness and you took a few sips of the coffee.

“Hey, uh, are you happy?” Carmy was clearly still working through the awkwardness.

You looked through the window to see Richie falling asleep at the table, you knew he was tired because he was up all night with you watching funny clips of Family Feud because he knew how much it made you laugh.

“Yea, Carm, I am.” You were smiling from ear to ear.

He didn’t respond verbally, but he did nod and that’s when you looked back at him and realized what he was asking.

“I know it probably kills you to hear it, but I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while.”

“Doesn’t kill me, shocks me a little, grosses me out for sure, you’re like my sister, you know. But after everything–” He stopped talking like it was hard for him to even think about what happened. “After everything you’ve been through, I want you to be happy, you deserve to be happy.”

“You deserve that too, Carm.” You fell back into the side of your apartment as you said it.

“Yea, well, thanks for making my morning not completely suck.” He laughed awkwardly.

“Anytime, you are now free to go back to pacing the sidewalk and panicking about your to-do list. But when you’re done, text me like 5 things on the list that you want to delegate to me and Richie and we’ll take it off your hands.”

“I think that might send me back into my panic.” He joked and shook his head. “No, yea, I’ll – I’ll do that.”

“You better. Alright, love you, talk to you later.”

“Yea, l–, me too.” It was a struggle to come out of his mouth, but you appreciated it even more because of that.

You hung up the phone and stood up before lifting your own hand up to give him the finger which he happily reciprocated. As you crawled back into your apartment, you placed the blanket over Richie which caused him to wake up.

“What time is it?” He asked, wiping his eyes.

“7:13.” Your hand was opening the fridge so you could grab the breakfast sandwich for him.

“Shit, I gotta go.” With one more wipe of his eyes, he was standing up, coffee mug in hand.

“You're dropping off Eva today?” You asked him, moving towards the door.

“Yea, this week I got switched around to Friday. Tiff had a work thing.” Richie was suddenly feeling off and began fiddling with his jacket.

“You know you don’t have to explain your kid stuff to me, I just was asking because I’d come for the ride with you if you wanted.” A shrug left your shoulders and you held the sandwich out to him.

He stared at you with a slight smile before leaning over and grabbing your coat from the rack. “You hold the sandwich, let’s go.” He was tossing your coat over your shoulders and then swinging his keys around his finger as you both made your way to the elevator in your building.

The car ride wasn’t exactly peaceful, between Richie’s complaints against traffic which were anything but subtle, the beeps and business of the streets on the way to get Eva, and then the blast of Taylor Swift through the speakers as you made your way to the school.

“Favorite album?” You turned around, Richie’s cold breakfast sandwich in your hand with a huge bite, or five, taken out of it from yourself and turned to look at the little girl in the backseat.

“Speak Now. Taylor’s Version.” She said it so firmly.

“Oh TV all the way, girl.” You held out the sandwich for her to take a bite.

“Dad never shares his breakfast sandwiches.” She smirked and grabbed the biscuit from your hand.

Your gaze turned to Richie with a frown, not expecting him to be the granola type of father.

“It’s because your mom likes to give you fruit and sh–stuff, for a balanced breakfast.” He looked in the rearview mirror.

You looked at Richie, your eyes a little wide since she was two bites into the thing already and he just scrunched his face up and shook his head. “It’s fine, it’s half eaten already. Not by me, I might add.”

“I’ll buy you a new one, you told me to hold onto it, I got hungry, okay?” You rolled your eyes and turned back to the girl in the back seat.

“What’s on the agenda at school today, kiddo?”

“Math, which isn’t my favorite.” She used her hand to wipe her hair back and got biscuit flakes caught in the strands of her hair.

“I don’t know many people where math is their favorite. It’s definitely not my favorite.” You leaned over and picked them out of her hair, using the opportunity to make her laugh by blowing on her face to make the flakes shift from her hair to the floor of the car.

Her laugh was contagious, you were giggling and Richie was chuckling as well just from hearing it.

“My dad says you like coffee.” She was handing back the sandwich to you.

“I do.” You nodded, “that’s super nice of you to remember.”

“My dad remembered, he’s the one who told me.” She pointed to him.

“Yea, well, your Dad is super nice, too.” With your right hand you squeezed Richie’s arm.

“He also says coffee makes you crazy.”

You let out a snort followed by a laugh. “I’m gonna need to hang out with you more, Eva.”

“I’d like that. We can listen to Taylor Swift.” She was kicking her feet from excitement.

“Alright kiddo, we’re at school.” Richie was putting the car in park and moving out of the car to grab her and get her on her way.

After Richie walked Eva to school and got back in the car, he raised his eyebrows and started fiddling with the keys dangling from the slot before turning the ignition.

“You know you’re really great with her.”

“She’s a great kid.” You said it like it’d be impossible not to be great with her because of that.

Richie was about to say something when you unknowingly cut him off, “Wow he actually sent me the list.” You were scrolling on your phone. “The list?” Richie was confused as he began driving.

“Yea, I told him to send us stuff to do.” You weren’t fully paying attention to him and were locked into your phone reading the things on the list.

“I got stuff to do I'm going to work at that new place tomorrow, staging or whatever the fuck.” His hand was in the air.

“Oh that's tomorrow?” You turned to him, not realizing how fast it came up. “But that means we have today. We can divide and conquer.”

Richie let out an audible groan and slammed his head back against the headrest of the car as you pulled up to the red light. “If you’re gonna make me do this shit at least come with me, make it partially enjoyable.”

“Wow you like my company?” Your smile was growing and you looked at him, faking a shocked look and starting to tease him by poking him with your fingers.

“Alright, don't get all worked up over it.” He was embarrassed and let you push him teasingly.

“You like my company.” It was said so singsongy as you continued to poke him and shake him.

“Yea I do, and you're not bad to look at either, okay?” He swatted your hand lightly. “What’s on the list, cmon.”

It was your cue to stop the teasing, so as you fell back into your seat you looked at him and smiled, resting your head similarly to how he had his. For a few seconds the two of you stared at each other but not for long before the people behind you laid on the horn.

“Hey! I’m having a fuckin’ moment here, you jagoff, take a breather for fucks sake! The light’s been green for half a millisecond.”

You started to read the first thing on the list to Richie as he kept mouthing off to the guy in the car behind, taking the seconds in between yelling to tell you where he could pick up the first few things on the list, and where you’d be able to get the linens for a decent price.

All you could do is look at him, as he kept going on and on and just think back to what Carmy asked you earlier. It was funny how this moment of chaos fully described just how happy you were. Maybe that’s what the key to happiness was, finding it even in the chaos.

#The Bear #The Bear FX #The Bear Fanfic #Richie Jerimovich x Reader #Richie Jerimovich #Richie Jerimovich x you #my writing #garbinge #my best friends cousin

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mewhenimanangel · 1 year

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arrogant, hobie brown

pairing: hobie brown x reader

synopsis: you couldn’t stand hobie. he was so arrogant and always thinks his way is the best and only way

wc: 2.0k

warnings!: swearing, weed, nsfw, oral sex (f and m receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex

currently you were curled up on hobie's couch watching as miles and pav played one of his dimensions’ video games. you giggled at how rowdy they were getting while gwen tried to calm them down. hobie dangled upside down on his chair telling them they were doing it all wrong.

you became a spider person not too long ago, about ten months now when a spider fell on your arm and bit you while you were out shopping. when your uncle ben died you were devastated until you had to fight his killer. except it wasn’t his killer from your universe. an orange and purple wormhole popped in out of nowhere and a muscular man jumped through to help you defeat him.

after that he told you all about spider society and invited you in. you quickly became the best of friends with miles, gwen, and pavitr. hobie, not so much. you wouldn’t say you hated him, you still considered him a friend but he was annoying. so caught up in his punk way of life he always thought what he was doing was the right way of doing things. it even caused a bit of trouble on missions.

speaking of mission…”nah mate, i took goblin down like bang! so quick no problems” hobie told pav. you scoffed at his retelling of the story. “something funny, love?” hobie glanced at you. “yeah, that lie you just told” you chuckled. “pardon?” “there was not ‘no problems’! we almost blew the mission thanks to your arrogant ass” you rolled your eyes sitting up right.

“arrogant?!” hobie exclaimed, rising from his chair. “yes! you literally threw the bomb at goblin even though it could’ve killed all those people!” you said getting up from your chair as well. “oh my days! but i didn’t. cannot believe you are still stuck on that” he moved closer to you. “i know what i’m doing sweetheart” “yeah i’m sure you do” you scoffed staring up at his face. you two stayed like that for a minute, silently challenging each other to say something until gwen coughed making you snap out of it.

“i’m going to the bathroom” you rolled your eyes moving through hobie’s hallways. when you got back from the bathroom the rest of them were gone and hobie was on his couch tuning his guitar. he was leaned back with his long legs spread, joint in hand. the way his dim lights casted a shadow on his face and over his faded eyes made him look so fucking sexy. “i got something on my face?” he chuckled, looking over at you.

you rolled your eyes “where’d they all go?” you asked him. “went back to their dimensions, gwendy had bit of an emergency and miles needed to get home ‘fore those parents of his chew his head off” he answered, taking a hit. “okay, well bye then” you mumbled about to open your watch to tune it to your universe. “hold on, you don’t want a smoke?” hobie asked holding out the blunt to you. you thought it over for a moment before taking it from him.

“knew i could get you to stay” he smirked as you sat down next to him. “whatever” you said taking another hit, leaving lipgloss on the blunt. “why d’you hate me so much, love?” he turned his head to you leaning it back on the chair. “cause you’re annoying” “think you’re just uptight” he teased, taking the blunt from you. he loved to upset you you were so cute when you were mad, it did something to him.

“god you’re so fucking a-“ “arrogant? yeah what’s all that about, you really think i’m arrogant princess?” he was getting closer and closer to your face, eyes flicking down to your lips that were positioned in a scowl. “yes, you’re an annoying, arrogant, thinks he knows it all son of a bitch-“ you were interrupted by hobie’s lips crashing into yours.

his guitar was discarded to the ground as his hands snaked around your neck. “love it when you degrade me princess” he whispered, catching your lips again. “you’re sick” you spat, feeling him smirk against your mouth. he pulled you on his lap and pulled away from the kiss to take a hit from the blunt. he put it to the side in an ashtray and grabbed your face bringing it closer to his mouth. he shotgun the smoke into your mouth before pulling you back into the kiss. “why’ve we never done this? i would have my tongue in your pretty mouth 24/7 if i could” you hummed a little hearing his words.

you weren’t in your spider costumes so it made it so much easier for him to rip your t shirt off throwing it across the room. you were left with your bare tits and hobie was staring at you like it was his first time seeing a woman. “fuck babe you been hiding all this? you’re fucking fit” he said moving a hand out to fondle your breast and tug at your nipple, earning a moan from you.

he smirked before pulling your chest closer to his mouth, latching onto your boob while his fingers groped at its twin. his hand was so rough against you, squeezing tight while his teeth grazed against your nipple. you moaned out in ecstasy, hand shooting out to his hair. you felt his dick growing stiff underneath you and you leaned back to climb off his lap and on your knees.

you reached out to undo his layered belts “do you really need all this?” you rolled your eyes pulling down his jeans. “you keep rolling those eyes like i won’t have them rolling back in a few minutes.”

he said pulling his shirt off. you admired his soft ab line littered with scars and tattoos, his veiny v line on display. you tugged his penis out of his boxers, dick springing to life standing at seven inches. you ogled at its pretty dark skin color with a blush colored tip, veins stretching down it with a very slight curve to the right.

“pretty, innit” he chuckled. he loved the way your pretty manicured hand tightly wrapped about his length. you licked his tip, smirking at the sharp inhale you heard from him. you sunk your mouth down the head of his dick, using your hand to jerk him off. his hand snaked down to your hair, grabbing a handful and using it to push your mouth down further. it threw you off a bit but you found your footing again letting your tongue work over him. you moved your other hand to squeeze at his balls, taking his whole length into your mouth.

he jumped a bit feeling his tip hit the back of your throat, was that a whimper you just heard? he brushed your hair out of your face looking at your sultry eyes staring back at him. “you look so good like this, with my cock in your mouth. taking me so well, keep that up i won’t be able to last much l-longer”

you felt proud that you had this effect on him, the ability to make him stutter. “i bet this what you wanted the whole time. all that barking when all you really wanted was a good fuck” he pushed your head down further, the tip of your nose brushing against his pubic hair. “f-fuck keep working that pretty mouth baby, m’close” he groaned. “fuck pretty girl, m’gonna cum” he moaned out. and so he did, you took your mouth off him watching as his cum flowed down his dick.

you stuck your tongue out licking up and down his dick, taking any last drop of cum into your mouth. “bloody hell y/n, who knew you were so slutty” he teased, pulling you back in his lap. he pulled your head smushing his lips against yours, tongue slithering its way in your mouth. you reached for his hand and brought it to the top of your shorts, moaning when he pressed on your clit through your clothes.

“tell me what you want, love” he whispered against your neck, sucking to leave a bruise. “fuck hobes i want you to touch me!” you whined, grinding against his dick. “‘course you do baby, who wouldn’t” he smirked pushing you to your feet, laying back on the sofa. “what are you doing?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him. “want you to ride my face, doll” he smirked at the way your face got hot. “a-are you sure? what if i suffocate you or something” you giggled. “then i’ll die a happy man” he smiled.

you pulled off your shorts, panties coming down with it. “damn you’re perfect. don’t get me wrong that spider suit makes you look fit but damn the real thing is even better.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you to straddle his waist. “just come ahead baby, i’ll be fine” you followed his instructions and crawled over his face, hovering in nervousness. he grabbed your hips and pulled you down on his face, burying it deep in your cunt. a moan ripped out you when you felt his tongue lick against your entrance.

you resisted the urge to grind your hips against his face but he roughly gripped your hips forcing them to ride. he licked and sucked at your pussy while you subtly rode against his face. he squeezed against the curve of your ass pushing you down as far as you could go as if you could fuse to his mouth. you felt so vulnerable sitting above his gaze, perfect view of your tits and your squirming face.

the way his nose pressed against your clit while his tongue lapped at your pussy was sending you over the edge. “h-hobes m’gonna cum!” you moaned out. he rubbed circles against your thigh and you reached your orgasm, sending cum all over his mouth. you caught your breath, leaning over on the chair bar before you crawled back down to hobie’s waist. “you’re fucking delicious, love” he leaned up to catch your mouth in a kiss.

he held you in his laps, arms wrapping around you while your tongues danced around in your mouth. he flipped you over to lay you down on the couch, fully removing his boxers. “ion got rubber though” he told you “just pull out” you told him. he was still hard and he lined his dick up with your entrance, gently pushing himself inside you.

it got less gentle from there, skin slapping and your loud moans drowned the noise out from hobie’s noisy world. “fuck babe, you’re milking me dry” he groaned, reaching his hand down to play with your nipple other hand on the chair bar to hold him steady. he leaned down to kiss you again and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. the new found angle made his dick hit right on your g-spot. “fuck hobie! harder” you cried out in his ear. he roughly thrust into you making the couch squeak. he was sure he’d hear some complaints from his neighbors, but what the hell does he care.

your nails dug into his back leaving scratch marks down it. “h-hobie, i’m gonna cum” you whined. “go ahead beautiful” you came, eyes rolling back in your head as you heaved out a satisfied sigh. “not done yet babe” hobie kept going, quickly pulling out when he felt himself close.

he jerked himself for a second before shooting cum on your stomach, throwing his head back in satisfaction. he smiled back down at you “still hate me love?” you scoffed hiding the smile that dared to show on your face. “i’ll let you think that over” he laughed getting up and tugging his boxers back on.

he came back to clean the cum off your stomach and wipe the smudged lipgloss and runny mascara off your face. “you want a shower?” he asked holding your hand and helping you up. “that’s okay, i should head home anyway.” you answered putting back on your shorts. “if you say so. should do this again, like all the time” he smirked at you. “thought you don’t believe in consistency” you teased him tugging on your t shirt.

“only if it’s with you” he said as you opened the portal to your dimension, walking in.

#NIA WRITES ࿐#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #hobart brown #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown smut #oneshot

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Hey so like, I was wondering if you could do like a Branch or JD x Metal troll s/o One shots? (Rock or punk if you can’t do metal) but if you can’t do it in general, that’s totally OK. I totally understand ^^

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Branch and John Dory dating an Metal! S/O

Pairings: Branch X Reader, JD X Reader (Seperate)

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff

A/N: As an metal head I'm SCREAMING SO LOUDLY WITH EXCITEMENT! I enjoy this request so I hope you like it since I've been getting very lazy to write more since I have some tests coming up but hope you like it (,,>﹏<,,)

John Dory

- You and John dory meet inside of a metalhead concert... Well more like john dory was going to go drop Floyd off to the concert but his eyes met yours pulled in by your tall figure and your messy like state but the bat wings on your back aswell. - John dory shyly asked you about well Metal music - It turns out that you have many interests in common with each other, both inside and outside of the metal music genre about you. - It was the mutual love of music well your love for it and John dory nodding his head pretending he understands! - that forms a deep bond between you two. As you spend time with your boyfriend and listen to metal, you begin to appreciate his passionate personality and unique style, and begin to fall more and more in love with him as he does with you - You are good friends with Floyd after meeting John dory's family which is acutally pretty cute - When John dory wakes up and see's you looming over him with corpse makeup though he screams so loudly it isn't funny... It is funny - John dory knows yoy have a passion for the genre and always find ways to express yourself through it - He does get freaked out when you play it out of nowhere but hey! he loves you - He sometimes asks you to turn it down which you comply with of course - John dory tries to get you to listen to pop but when you just stare and bop your head slightly he knows you like it but it can't ever replace Metal - He wears your metal shirts just for fun and whenever you see him in them you rush over to hug him - He loves having you kiss him if your wearing black lipstick he likes the kisses since he is touch starved.

Branch

- You met at a concert accidentally bumping into each other - When Branch became a rock zombie and turned back to a pop troll he still enjoyed some rock music and maybe he would enjoy metal music too! - To branch you were a total rockstar - Branch knows how you love everything about metal, from the clothes to the music to the attitude.

- But, behind the confident and tough exterior, Branch has a soft side that only you can see

- You and Branch are a perfect example of opposites attracting. (name) is daring and unpredictable while Branch is reserved and thoughtful.

- You and Branch have a deep connection and understanding of each other despite their differences in genre - Branch is a true supporter of your ambitions and talents especially when you want to jam out and singing metal songs. - You love helping branch grow and gain confidence. - (name) loves talking about metal music with Branch and educating him on the different genres and artists as he stares at you lovingly with an soft smile

- (name) and Branch have a strong sense of loyalty toward each other. - branch always see you often head banging to your favorite heavy metal tunes. - (name) pushes Branch to be the best version of himself by challenging him and encouraging him to step outside of his comfort zone. - You have a wardrobe full of edgy and trendy metal shirts with graphic designs and slogans. - Since your a metal head if he ever finds something he knows you would like for example when vising barb with poppy he bought an Rock and Metal band shirts when he gave it to you he laughed when you kissed his cheeks

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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bao3bei4 · 10 months

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why zines? how zines?

i was on a panel at fanworks con 2023 about zines today. it was a lot of fun! i decided to turn my portion of the talk into a post for my friends who couldn’t make it to the panel.

this post includes my thoughts on:

why make a zine

how to generate ideas for zines

how to finish your zines

how to build an audience for your zines

so why zines? what are they? [ZEENS, rhymes with beans], pronounced that way because it’s a shortened form of the word magazine, are basically just that: self published magazines. but why make a zine over, say, a blog post? or any other piece of art.

i have basically three reasons. the first is that making little books is cool. it’s genuinely awesome to make physical zines and have the product of your labor in your hand. it’s a great feeling to finish a project and feel a concrete reward, and a lot of times we don’t get that in our lives.

the second reason is that zines give you absolute editorial control. you can put anything you want on a page. whatever layout, whatever order, whatever fold, whatever content. you name it, you can do it. this is something other venues rarely give you. for artists, it’s phenomenal. and for the rest of us, it gives us the ability to become artists for a little bit, as we lay things out.

the third reason is that zines can be absolute shit. in fact, the more shit they are, the more diy and punk they are. they have an incredible lineage of stolen copy paper and anarchist politics. all that to say, is that there are no standards. the zine ethos is say what you wanna say. it’s tremendously freeing to go fuck polish and respectability, i’m making my project.

because of these three reasons, i want to encourage you to get started making zines by describing common challenges and worries and giving you several practical tips for each on working past them. so, in order, they’re “i don’t know what to make a zine about,” “i struggle to finish projects,” and “no one will read my zines.” let’s get into it.

first up, “i don’t know what to make a zine about.” i think this one is pretty common, even for experienced zine creators. sometimes you’re in the mood to make things but you have no clue what. a lot of people suggest to just go with random words or whatever pops into your head, but i’m picky! i find that unsatisfying! so here are some tips for people in the same boat.

ONE: what’s distracting you? work with it. because anything can be a zine, let the things you’ve already done serve as inspiration. photos you’ve taken can be formatted into a zine. is there a game sucking up your attention? make a zine about it. the song stuck in your head can turn into a lyricbook, forgotten works in progress or sketches can be resurrected, cannibalized, or even published as incomplete zines. if you’ve been busy with real life, maybe the recipes you’ve been making—even if, especially if, they’re struggle meals, can turn into zines. interview your most interesting friend. summarize a book you read recently. even if you’ve just been doomscrolling, that’s a zine too! i got a zine last weekend called bay area newsreel which was collecting recent articles about local news from leftist perspectives gathered up into a handy volume. your attention is a gift, so look at what zine fodder it’s accumulated for you naturally.

SECOND: add a twist. sometimes i have an idea but it isn’t quite right. it just seems too straightforward. so i try to develop along a single axis of content or form. what this means is basically go against your instincts, or rather, your first impulse. that first idea is very hard to walk away from, but doing so often gives you an idea that gets you unstuck. so for content, add a different perspective. for me this is often a theoretical approach. when i was stuck on my scum villain zine, turning it into freud zine let the words start flowing. next, on form: present it differently than your first instinct is to. if my first thought is “essay,” i try to figure out how to chunk out the information into modules or how to add interactivity or what kind of illustrations to add. if my first thought is “this could be a fic or comic,” i try turning it into an essay. saying things a different way often gives you a new perspective on the content as well.

THIRD: copy! make your take on the same thing as someone else. it’s not stealing—well, ideally it isn’t. make your original take and give credit where credit is due and ask permission if necessary. but engage with the medium!!! making zines without reading zines is the same thing as trying to write a paper without citing sources, or a novel without reading your contemporaries. that is, you can do it, but it’s hard. zines are a genre into themselves so figure out how to situate yourself in their ongoing dialogue. an example of this from my own practice is that i own a zine about queer gods and mythological creatures from chinese history. reading it i was like. why don’t they talk about this. why don’t they talk about that. and that became the basis for my own zine, guaitai the strange and the queer which focused on queer chinese history and literature instead. different zine, same inspiration.

all of my ideas suppose you have SOMETHING going on. what if you truly have nothing. my advice? adapted from my “how to write an essay” blog post, is to read a book. read an article. read something. and then post about it. and then turn your posts into a zine. don’t start entirely from scratch — give yourself a scaffolding. so first. read something and tell someone about it. i wasn’t lying about calling myself a consummate poster. it’s a big part of my thought process.

second up, what if “i struggle to finish projects.” i’m no stranger to having a bunch of half finished half started projects lying around. but here are some zine-specific tips i have for addressing that.

FIRST! go smaller; go shittier. reduce the scope of your projects. make one pagers, lists. once when i was feeling stymied, i made a physical zine about movies i’d watched that month, just listing them with a couple bullet points on each film. i eventually turned it into a bigger digital zine where i listed movies i’d watched over the past several months with more thoughts on them, and nicely formatted. but that was something that came out of reducing my scope from “i need to write a manifesto on a movie i’ve watched recently” to “well i can just tell people about it” to “i can say two things about it.” and something actually got finished.

SECOND. your friends are a great tool for accountability. something i like to do is zine jams with my friends. nothing fancy, it’s just we’ll sit down for an hour and go we’re going to make something in this hour. or, for a bigger scope, we might work separately but commit to making a zine that weekend. it’s nice to have community and it’s nice to feel a little bit of a friendly deadline. i recommend this even if you DON’T have problems finishing zines. it’s a good time.

THIRD. a lot of times if the words aren’t coming easily, it’s because i’m not trying to say the right thing. keep in mind that your zines don’t have to be “content.” this little paper zine i made about movies wasn’t made to share online; in fact, it’s not available online. i didn’t make it according to what other people would see or be interested in. you can and will burn out on making “marketable” content. corollary to this: sometimes what i have to say is something i DON’T want to share online. it might not be that it’s boring, it might be that it’s too personal. and i share a lot online, i write personal essays after all. but some projects i stall on because they’re really just for me, and i’m again, focused on making content. so this piece of advice is about rejecting the tyranny of the imaginary audience.

and the next challenge is about embracing that audience! what if no one reads your zines, something that’s entirely possible. well there’s plenty you can do about that.

FIRST. cultivate zine community. read other people’s zines! talk to them about their zines! this greatly increases the chance that they will do the same for you. don’t go in expecting reciprocity; do it for its own sake, but it’s a great place to start. try asking people at zine fests if they’d be willing to trade with you, for instance.

SECOND. write for yourself. it’s cheesy but it’s true. you really have to. if you’re not proud and happy with what you’re making on its own merits, what’s the point. now because this is a cop out tip, i’m not counting it as a tip on its own.

so SECOND PART TWO. make your zines more accessible. if they’re not free, make them free—yes, you deserve to be compensated for your work, but it’s up to you to decide if you want a bigger audience first. if your zines aren’t short, make them shorter. make them short enough that you can post their entirety on social media or something else easy for your audience to consume. it’s a big ask sometimes to get someone to download your pdf! if they’re physical, hand them out to people you meet. remove all the barriers to entry.

THIRD. related to this, change medium. if you’re not making physical zines, try printing them out. if you’re not making digital zines, try digitizing them. both of these offer access to new audiences and new people who might be more interested in one form than another.

i hope these thoughts encourage you to make a zine! if you do, please let me see it. i love reading zines.

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Personal Nakshatras observations series: MULA NAKSHATRA part 1

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nakshatra characteristics:

Translation: The root Symbol: A tied bunch of roots or elephant goad yoni: A male dog Presiding Deity: Kali or/and Niritti. Ruling Planet: Ketu Ruling Deity of the Planet: Ganesha Body parts: Feet & Left side of trunk. Nature: Rakshasa (demon) Mode: Active Number 19 Gender: Neuter or male (depending on the source) Dosha: Vata Guna: Tamasic Element: Air Disposition: Sharp and dreadful Bird: Red Vulture. Trimurti: Brahma/Creation. Direction: North Motivation/Goal: Kama. Downward Facing.

"The root star, origin star, foundation star"

Power to ruin, destroy, scatter things.

small overview of the nakshatra:

So Mula is the nakshatra that is opposite ardra and naturally, it's going to deal with opposite themes or at least is going to deal with the same matter but using another tactic

this time mula instead of simply cutting the problem right away now we are going to see an individual who will find the truth by digging into it.. digging into the roots to find the source of the problem.

mula its the "matured" state of ketu contrary to ardra which is the infant or initial manifestation of rahu

mula can be just as chaotic as ardra or even worse because this time there's not head only the body, ketu, and the challenge now it is to cut off only the part of the root that is sick or bringing problems.

this time instead of cutting the problem straight away we will go on a journey to see what happens when you decide to go after to eliminate the root of the problem and its consequences.

i also highly recommend that you check my previous post, that i will link on the end of this post, to be able to get a better understanding of the matter.

Pop culture mula representations:

Singers

Gerard Way (depression, singer and songwriter, fame, and art)

Gerard Way is a famous 00s punk rock vocalist of a band called My Chemical Romance. he has mula moon with mercury Bharani conjucted ketu Ashwini and just by looking at his placements we can already see that he has huge ketu energy on his chart.

He is a Taurus rising with mercury-ketu on his 12th, exalted rx venus on his 11th with the sun. The 12th house is the house of liberation, salvation, losses, and things that are hidden from us and the 11th is the house of earned gains and social networking.

(i use astroseek to see the carts so i believe that might be some differences although i don't think his nakshatras change regardless)

I am going to discuss the lyrics of his albums that, according to him, are very personal.

his second band album was launched in 2004 and it is called "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge"

okay lets just start by looking at the cover because i just found out that i was inspired by "bonnie and clydes kiss" and i just checked and clyde, just like Gerard, he have exalted venus (but gerard have retrograde venus and its at revati and clydes is at purva bdp),and they have their lagnas on the same nakshatra the difference is that g's is at taurus mrigashira and clydes at gemini

meaning that sad mula emo boy took inspiration on a couple of murders to make his band's debut album and to be even more coincidental is the fact that he have strong synastry with the man meaning that

"In the drawing, you can see a small white heart on the male character's forehead. It is the only spot on his bleeding forehead, as it represents the couple's bulletproof love."

and on this album there's a music dedicated to his dead grandmother, called Helena.

I will not elaborate further on this album because the focus of my analysis will be on the second album of the band, but this first observation is here to show that Gerard's way of dealing with his pain, alongside drug use, was to write songs.

my main focus will be in the bands second album, where through the lyrics, we can see his mother's issues, his fear of abandonment, and more of his personality.

the third band's album is called "the black parade" and the band recorded this album in a haunted abandoned house where the members lived for a while only to be able to record the album. The members spent 2 months inside a haunted mansion isolated and said to have experienced supernatural stuff.

It is a rock opera and concept album centered on a dying man with cancer known as "The Patient". The album tells the story of his apparent death, experiences in the afterlife, and subsequent reflections on his life.

in short, the man died and saw his life in the form of a parade, hence it was called the black parade, it was a place where he reflected on his life choices after arriving at the afterlife.

now lets go over the album songs in a quick overview to see the story (the tracks are listed according to the order.)

"The Black Parade" focuses on the journey of a man known as "The Patient", diagnosed with cancer, as he reflects on his life and impending death. The album begins with "The End", where The Patient prepares for his funeral without expecting much mourning. In "Dead", he faces the reality of his imminent death and regrets not living his life fully. In "This Is How I Disappear", he realizes he will be forgotten and faces the consequences of his actions. "The Sharpest Lives" explores his toxic behavior and substance abuse after his lover leaves him. In Welcome to the Black Parade, The Patient recalls his father's advice to help others. In I Don't Love You, he breaks up out of self-hatred. House of Wolves sees him mocking fake faith. Cancer shows his fear of being remembered at his worst. Mama reflects on a mother's love despite her son's actions. The Patient learns that his family's love remains, like the mother's in the story. The Patient in "Sleep" faces internal turmoil and regrets, viewing himself as a monster unworthy of sympathy. Memories of his heinous acts torment him in death. The theme of disconnection from society, as portrayed by teenagers, reflects his warped perspective. "Disenchanted" portrays his wasted life and fear of death. In "Famous Last Words," The Patient finds hope for a second chance at life with his lover after facing his fear of death.

(I got this explanation from Reddit. tumblr didn't allow me to post the full explanation so please go to the post and read for yourself to see the detailed version.) (the explanation will use the detailed version of the track story explanation.)

in my personal opinion, Gerard was just as personal on this opera as he was on the song about his grandmother. This time we got to see mula's form of trying to fix the problems that disturb an individual's mind.

the lyrics feel way to personal, especially knowing that mulas tend to have mother issues, as we can see on the track mama where the dying man is begging for his mother for help and he feels desperate and looking for love and care, following the "welcome to the black parade" track where the man is remembering the words of his father and that to me portrays his rising ruler, Revati venus rx at 11th conjuncted his sun, the internal feeling of wanting to save people and to do good for others

In The Sharpest Lives, he says "he promises that if he has her back he will give up all of his addictions, as her light would be so bright in his world that the sun would be ashamed", the nodes are eclipsing the sun(Rahu the artificial sun) and the moon (ketu artificial moon), here I believe he meant that by facing her without the drug addiction he would be have no choice but to actually face his shadows because he uses the drugs to run from reality to run from his head demons.

he have rahu libra ruled by his rising lord, venus 11th that is conjuncted with his sun, libra = relationships, rahu fake or artificial, the artificial sun is ruled by exalted venus and pieces also deals with addictions, maybe the sun that he mentioned is the artificial sun, the one who would be ashamed, as his soul and venus are together.

everyone wonders what happens at the afterlife and no wonder he wrote this opera..... and by last the fact that he wonders through the whole album if he wasted his life away and desires to have his lost love back, again coming back to venus and union of two souls.

by he i was talking about gerard, who i truly believe mirrored himself on this punk opera as a way to express his mental tortures and transform into art. in the end the dying man and Gerard can be the same they sound the same.

differently from ardra, mula expresses his soul pains in a way more artistic to be able to find out what is wrong with him why does he feel so much pain in his life and regardless of gerard knowing or not those pains were put in his life as a test to achieve his soul liberation, something that I believe years later he find peace.

gerard said on a interview on 2022 :

-“The triumph of the human spirit over darkness was something that was kind of built into the DNA of the band from the beginning,” he explained. “The self-actualization, the triumph of the spirit and things like that, getting through really hard things. “There’s darkness in the world. And I think overcoming that darkness, that darkness externally and internally, is a beautiful thing. It’s a challenging thing, but it is beautiful if you can do that if you can kind of triumph over that. So that’s a theme that’s definitely in ‘Black Parade’, the song, and it’s in my work.”"

Billie Eilish (singer, famous star)

Billie is a famous pop singer that has mula sun-mercury-ketu 11th, 12th shravana moon, jupiter ardra rx - rahu mrigashira 5th, with lagnaand mars at purva bdp aquarius ruled by 4th rohini saturn rx.

where we got two famous singers with big saturn (gerard have cancer saturn i forgot to mention) ketu and Jupiter Energy that they channel to create their arts, but this time is billies brother who writes for her or co-writers with her (depending on the source you use).

finneas (her brother) have jupiter rx capricorn, leo stellium (mercury, venus and rahu) , mrigashira gemini moon and saturn pisces.

billies moon conjuncts her brothers jupiter and his moon conjunct her Jupiter-rahu and his ketu conjunct her first house lagna and mars so i truly believe that they are very close to each other and can understand each others internal mental battles to me they channel together, funny because one of the symbols of gemini is the twins.

also his sun conjuncts her saturn which should bring discipline to their work.

this time we got to see how mula operates under the umbrella of rahu, mula stellium ruled by jupiter ardra. In other words, we are going to see how, through an intellectual lens, Billie channels her inner mental torture and expresses her unique yet common emo mindset to make a career out of her pains.

she have her 10th ruler at 1st, 10th jyeshta venus ruled mars aquarius, this explains why shes very famous and why we are able to see her channelized expression of herself. 10th planets are what is exposed to the world, our reputation.

the 10th house is oposite the 4th, where the fourth house is the most private house of our chart and her chart ruler is at 4th, Rohini Saturn. Wealth is what, usually a rohini wants but its ruled by a jyeshta very public venus, venus does not like to be that public (exposed) and definitely had a hard life, two things that a rohini doesn't like at all.

just like Gerad, Billie displays mommy issues within her artwork, alongside her social difficulty, ketu = detached and is with sun-mercury meaning having a harder time with her mind.

her debut album called "When We Fall Asleep Where Do We Go" was inspired, in part, by lucid dreaming and night terrors. again two common nodal themes. According to her, night terrors and lucid dream is what happens when you fall asleep.

the album talks about hopes and fears surronding drug addiction, heartbreak, mental health, and suicide.

even tho the themes are and can be very personal billie said that she and her brother like to write as if they were someone else, meaning that she often likes to separates herself from the artwork this mimics the relation with herself, the 5th house is the natural house of the sun, the ego, and its located at the 11th, the house of social gains.

so this time, the idea of being a separate persona makes way more sense to her instead of gerads, because she really feels detached from all of these matters, mercury 11th with ketu.

yet she have 4th saturn and its said to be the worst house for saturn, i truly believe that they (the siblings) channel their bad mental experiences that they had as a child to write her music because her 12th moon is ruled by 4th saturn, and a Capricorn moon is also said to experience mental anxiety and problems.

this time she might actually feel separated from the art but the art, once again, truly mimics the inside of our hearts.

so as we can see in order to heal, these two mulas use their pain and transform into art and by doing this they liberate their heads from the pain and eventually, even if takes long they find some kind of peace.

in 2021, billie launched her album called "Happier Than Ever" and this time the inspiration was the covid 19.

this time billie was more, just like the rest of the world, isolated and said that the album creation felt very natural and she also mentioned that was able to feel more confident on her work.

she further adds that self-reflection was the biggest muse behind the record and she mentioned that wrote the track "male fantasy" by herself which helped her realized some unprocessed feelings she previously had.

and just like gerald, with the help of isolation came the biggest form of inspiration.

END OF PART 1.

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yes-these-obsessions-are-healthy · 1 month

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Because I can’t leave well enough alone or stop obsessing over the music scene in Zaun, I have a few headcanons as to the soundscape of the city.

1. Zaun and Piltover operate in a quasi-Steam/cyberpunk and steam “utopian” punk environments, respectively. For Zaun especially it operates like something sewn together with late 19th century industrial slums (NYC, London) mixed with Blade Runner vibes. Pop, alternative rock, industrial, hip-hop and rap, but also punk, exist.

2. Personally, personally, and with some cues from @lullabyes22-blog fic Forward, Never Forget, I imagine the musical landscape of Zaun changed dramatically within 40 years (roughly the lifetime of Vander and Silco). 200 years ago, Zaun’s primary music genres were folk, vaudeville, work songs, shanties, and novelty songs. Economic stranglehold by Piltover ensured that “high minded” and “perfected” genres we associate with the wealthy, operas, ballets, and the like were difficult or even inaccessible for Zaunites to compose for, but obviously commonplace in Piltover as representative of their cultural DNA. The influx of refugees into Zaun from the Rune Wars, the subsequent squeeze, impoverishment, and exploitation in slum city living, also coincided with the flowering of many spirited genres of music: swing, jazz, blues, and respective dances deemed far too scandalous and libertine for Piltover.

So as I said, in order for it to make sense why a city seems to be comprised of Edwardians standing next to literal punks, steam and otherwise, we need to internalize the miraculous phenomenon that within Silco and Vander’s lifetime, a century’s worth of musical development (1910s - 2020) occurred within Zaun. Somehow, some way, rock, metal, pop, hip-hop, rap, club, funk, dance, industrial, punk, etc. developed and flourished like kudzu. Essentially: If old white people in our real world were ever on record saying this-and-this music was corrupting the youth, then it was in Zaun. If it challenged authority or made you wanna shake and bop up and down or grind, it was music from Zaun.

3. So this means Silco and Vander would’ve borne witness to the music scene go from Puttin’ on the Ritz and Lindy Hop and If I Had a Hammer to You Really Got Me (The Kinks) and War Pigs (Black Sabbath) to Sex Pistols to Sylvester and Sly & the Family Stone to You Spin Me (Right Round) and Depeche Mode and The Clash and Public Enemy to Wu Tang Clan and Smells Like Teen Spirit and Rage Against the Machine and Selena and West Coast-East Coast rap divergence to RECESSION CLUB/POP, fucking IMAGINE FUCKING DRAGONS and wispy atmospheric female artist pop and DUBSTEP.

Literally this creaky-looking Peaky Blinders/Scarface sharkrat man would have to have grown up from going as a child listening to jazz to being in his early 40s and hearing Imagine fucking Dragons on the wind in the public square for some reason and Pusha T doing his thing. Do you understand what I’m saying how crazy that is.

It’s crazy to think about. Usually music genres fall to the wayside as developments are made and genres evolve out of them and into others, but Zaun exists in a world where the past is the present. Everything is alive and sustained all at once, like undying undergrowth, the coexistence of subculture. Little by little, the Old Guard may shift a bit, but the fashion and sensibilities and tastes will never completely die out, no matter how much further Zaun progresses within its bubbling urban cauldron of rust-and-reuse.

#arcane #arcane headcanons

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shepherds-of-haven · 1 year

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｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Solar Corps Strike Force!! ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ

I couldn't get the idea of this music idol AU out of my head, so I went ahead and commissioned the fabulous yinyang.arts to create an idea of what the girls would look like as a pop idol group! (This is also how I discovered that I inadvertently created the female characters of ShoH in a way that exactly aligned with the Spice Girls... Scary Spice, Posh Spice, Baby Spice, Sporty Spice...)

You could read them as a K-pop girl group or as a rock band, whichever you prefer...

☆♬○♩●♪✧♩ Lavinet ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆

Leader / Main vocalist / Bassist

Known for her elegance, charm, and sophistication, Lavinet is undoubtedly the leader of the group and its main vocalist! Famous for her vocal range and strength, she's always the trendsetter and is always wearing the most expensive, latest fashions as she represents the group in interviews and events!

☆♬○♩●♪✧♩ Briony ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆

Main dancer / Backup vocalist / Guitarist

Known for her pep and high energy, Briony supports Lavinet's vocals and entertains the crowd with her cheery physicality and boundless enthusiasm! She has a bit of a tomboyish, carefree, youthful persona, but still enjoys cutesy accessories! Diehard fans know that she enjoys training at a kickboxing gym when she's not on tour with the "Strikers!"

☆♬○♩●♪✧♩ Shery ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆

Maknae / Backup dancer / Keyboardist

Known as the baby of the group, Shery might sport the biggest fanbase, as fans adore her for her shy, lovely personality and gentle demeanor! She's the girliest and cutesiest of the group and enjoys lace, ruffles, pastels, and is known for collecting tea sets and accoutrements, leading some to refer to her as the group's "doll"!

☆♬○♩●♪✧♩ Ayla ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆

Rapper / Drummer

Known as the dark horse and punk of the group, Ayla stands out with her rocker outfits, leather chokers, shredded jeans, and tough, street-wise demeanor! While less favored by corporations and sponsorships for her rebellious personality, coarse language, and various piercings, Ayla is adored by fans for bringing edge to the group, hyping the crowd up as she pours her heart into her high-energy performances. She's issued several challenges to rivals to try and defeat her group in Battle of the Bands, and has never lost yet due to her fiery passion!

☆♬○♩●♪✧♩ Tallys ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆

Manager

The manager of the group, Tallys remains behind the scenes as she organizes and coordinates the Strikers' schedule, events, and business negotiations. Although she's not officially a member of the band, she's garnered her own fanbase for her cool composure and quiet refinement!

I hope you enjoy! 🥰

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Heartstrings

Hobie Brown x fem! black cat! reader

Inspired by a post by @undobutton , I'm sorry I can't link it to the story. It's been so long I can't find it. Thank you again!

Word count: 1,162

Part(s): 1, 2, ???

Art is a freedom of expression. That’s something that your mother drilled into your head when you were young. Your small fingers littered with paint or covered in clay as you listened to her speech for the umpteenth time.

Before, you hated the constant lessons. English, math, science. All centered around culture and the history of man. It was unbearable until…it wasn’t. Until you saw him. His voice cracking as he sang and his fingers missing every other chord on his borrowed guitar.

That’s when you finally understood what she meant.

Art, is freedom.

The streets of Camden were always full of life. The back streets anyway. That’s where Norman Osborn’s authority ended.

Kids running around carefree as music played from a scrapped radio. It always brought a smile to your face.

You greeted everyone you passed briefly. Blending in with the crowd easily as you weaved through the many makeshift homes.

To the government you were outcasts. But this, this was home.

You eyed one home in particular. Freedom fighters laughing as they knocked their glasses together.

Pursing your lips as you bite back a smile as soon as you spot him. His wicks give him away instantly. There were too many people around so for now, Hobie would have to wait.

Tearing your gaze away from the tall punk, you came to an alleyway. Narrow enough that you would have to suck in your breath and position your body to the side to even squeeze through. You grinned at the challenge. With a quiet huff you gracefully scaled the building. Your footsteps silent against the concrete. It was exhilarating.

Rolling to a stop you cause the spray paint cans in your backpack clink together. Your expression only brightened as you quickly tore your bag open. The familiar cat eye shaped goggles you adorned along with a black coat and gloves folded neatly inside.

Gingerly you slip the leather on before fixing the metal studded belt around your waist. Of course, you offset the intense color with a pair of jeans and chucks.

Keeping your identity was a priority. Just like that new Spiderman swinging around the city. He was a sight to behold. If you managed to catch a glimpse of him that is.

You shook your head to pull yourself from the cloud of your imagination. It was time to search for the perfect canvas.

You nodded mostly to yourself as you slid a scarf over your nose. Dropping down with a thud onto an abandoned apartment building as you scoured the skyline.

Not noticing the curious gaze on your back.

You popped open a can of fresh paint. The cap clattering to the ground as music blared through the walkman attached to your belt. You took a deep breath as you glanced down at the sketch in your black book.

“Here we go,”you murmur as the hiss of the can echoes through the air. The colors blending together seamlessly as you tapped your foot to the beat.

Normally, you would tag your name into any and every surface you could find. But today, you decided to go the political route. An outline of a young girl appearing on the brick. She was messy, unkept. But bright and bold against the black background.

You wanted your work to embody hope. For a better future, for freedom.

That’s why you had made it this far right? You had to have some purpose as the people closest to you passed on and left the picture of your life.

That’s what you cling to on the days you miss your mother.

You blend out of the confounds of your outline. Flicking open a can of blue paint before shaking it. It was almost impossible to find paint now that the police had caught wind of you and other artists so you had to make this can last.

Your eyes shifted every once and awhile as you kept an eye out for officers. Used to their angry shouts as they tossed objects at you. It was hilarious watching them as they doubled over, gasping for air as you mocked them from above. There was even a device in your bag in case things went south but that day had yet to come.

After what seemed like hours which was actually only a matter of minutes you were met with silence. Your hand lowered as you paused the walkman. Stepping back to critique your work.

There were some errors here and there. Places where you colored in a different color than you had intended and empty spaces but overall, you were happy. Ten minutes below your normal time.

“No expectations?”

You froze at the unfamiliar voice. Gripping the can in between your fingers as you slowly turned to look behind you. And if you were holding your breath before you were sure you had nothing left as you exhaled.

“I think I see what you’re tryin’ to say but-” The loud thud of his boots causes your skin to crawl. By the tone of his voice you assume he has a smile underneath his mask. Possibly even smug. “-be a dear and humor me.”

It takes him not one but two strides before he’s at your side. He’s so nonchalant, hands dug into his pockets as he towers over you. Spiderman. The Spiderman. You feel faint.

“What, cat got your tongue love?” Tilting his head to the side as he chuckles.

You bite your bottom lip, anxiously watching him as you resist the urge to bolt. You did not just steal a new set of supplies only to leave them in the hands of Spiderman. Regardless of how noble he seemed. They were yours. Taken fair and square.

“What’s it to you?” Posture stiff as you eye his form for the hundredth time.

He seemed amused by your response. Head moving back to its original position. He can practically see the cat ears atop your head. Maybe even a tail flicking angrily against the back of your thighs.

“You wound me love.” Shifting his weight so he’s facing you directly. “Thought us rebels had to stick together.”

You purse your lips. Casting a glance to your bag before returning your gaze to him. “Rebels are just as disloyal as cops. Save their own skin if the situation calls for it.”

He scoffs at your threat. It’s cleverly disguised.

“What do you want with me?” Your eyes narrowed beneath your goggles. Beginning to slowly circle him like a predator eyeing its prey. Like a cat ready to crush a nuisance of a spider.

He practically fell over with laughter. Hands on his knees as his body shook.

To anyone else he would seem entirely relaxed. Showing vulnerability to a civilian was natural of course. But you weren’t just some civilian. You weren’t helpless like the rest of Camden.

You were the Black Cat.

You were a wanted woman.

And you were ready to pounce.

#hobie brown #across the spiderverse #atsv hobie #atsv #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #spiderman atsv #hobie x reader #spider punk x reader #spiderpunk #x fem!reader

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Sparkstember Day 5: Indiscreet (In The Future)

Unfortunately it would be a bit of a lie to say that I vibed with Indiscreet right away. Not to say that I didn't like it, but maybe my unprepared ears weren't ready for whatever this album is. It's a lot. And it's all amazing stuff!! Still, I guess it needed some getting used to before I could really GET IT too. Had to stick to the couple tracks that I gravitated towards first (and I REALLY liked those btw. A lot) before gathering up the courage to take another plunge into the whole thing. Probably a lot of that can be attributed to the fact that this was one of my very first Sparks albums: the 6th I listened to according to my notes... I know Indiscreet is a pretty big fan favourite and thankfully, for me it might just be the finest case of gradually enjoying an album more and more with each listen. And I must say I REALLY love it now. EVERY song here is amazing, no doubt about that now.

But returning to the start for a bit, I was ready to get into some more of that (glam) rock side of Sparks I already knew by then from the previous two albums, and I got a bit of that here... Not quite as much as I hoped perhaps, but that was just another fact of life to learn here: Sparks never stick to one thing for too long. And this is when I need to get into the beautiful mix of... everything that this album offers. Early 20th century big band and vaudeville next to rock and pop and even some slightly-punk-before-punk-was-even-a-thing-really, as I've seen In The Future be described as once (more or less)... And then within the tracks themselves, we'll have strings next to brass and horns next to electric guitars next to beepy synthesisers. And let's not forget the most important of them all: the whistle.

The best thing about it all though is that it does not feel jarring to have a mix of all these different things and jump from one to the other constantly. Or, at least, not TERRIBLY jarring. Jarring within reason? Jarring, but in a masterful and knowledgeable way that works in favor of the whole piece rather than against it? You name it.

I say this... quite often about Sparks and individual songs or albums of theirs but this time I mean it perhaps even moreso than ever, that this album is extremely unique and truly like nothing else I've ever heard or likely will ever hear. I'd say it poses a bit more of a challenge than some other Sparks releases but once you get through that initial bewilderment (if you DO encounter it. I'm sure many don't but many others also probably do just like I did), the reward is a really great and one of a kind musical experience.

Favourite songs (and other highlights):

Happy Hunting Ground: early fav that I don't really think about all that much anymore... (it's still a total banger though. And, not going to lie, seeing the live performance of this song from Dee Vee Dee renewed my love for it recently). I was REALLY into it in the beginning though. It aligning very well with my hopes for more energetic rock tracks must have been a big part of that

Get In The Swing: idk what to say about it but it's just SO GOOD! Type of song I hear before the album proper that convinces me that yes, this band here is truly something special, I need more of this

Pineapple: it fullfills every need! Most importantly the need for a very singable and delightful tune from the renowned songwriter Russell Mael. It's sure to lift my mood considerably every time I hear it

It Ain't 1918: I think if I had to cut down all of Indiscreet to one song that represents it best as a whole, I would go with this one (Get In The Swing would probably be my second choice)

The Lady Is Lingering

In The Future: DEFINITELY my favourite here, another candidate for one of the best Sparks songs overall, special shoutout to those short instrumental segments between parts of the verses, you know, with the synth line that slows down and then speeds up again?

Miss The Start, Miss The End

Profile: song so good and in line with the rest of Indiscreet that I find it hard to believe it's just a bonus track. Impressive falsetto moments, fun as heck piano lines, all of the songs here are very unique but this one is fun and catchy in an especially unique way, to me

#could it be that i have nothing to ramble about in the tags today?#well anyway i'm preparing this post very last minute so i'll just let it speak for itself for once #sparkstember 2024 #my art #goose monologues

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