#rap x prince d

[trollexfangirl]

The Funk Twins and their girlfriends!! 😊😊😊♥️♥️♥️

Jussy belongs to @jade-green-butterfly

Rap belongs to me

Cooper and Prince D belongs to DreamWorks

[jade-green-butterfly]

Would it be cool if Jussy and Cooper, Rap and Prince D go on a double date?

Awww, yes, that would be super cute~! ^.^

[king-trollex-fangirl]

The Funk cousins Dwayne and Toby (Rarnell and Coosy ship kids)! ^w^ 🌟✨✨✨⭐⭐⭐🌟🌟🌟

(BTW: Rarnell is Rap x Prince D ❤️❤️❤️)

Dwyane belongs to me

Toby belongs to @jade-green-butterfly

[brights-place]

Trollex X Rapper! S/O

Pairing: Trollex X S/O

Warnings: Lots of Fluff

A/N: Okay my first ever thought today to get me distracted was listening to music so I just shuffled some songs form one of my playlists and a rap song was playing while I was writing and I was like ‘Oh shit I gotta write this!’ Now here we are!

- Trollex with a Rapper! S/O YIPPEEE it was so fun to write this

- When you first met Trollex asked you all about your genre listening to how you explained everything and told him that a rapper is a musical poet technically your job was blending rhythm and rhyme to express stories, emotions, and ideas. They craft lyrics, hone their flow, and perform with energy that captivates audiences. Rappers often reflect on personal experiences or societal issues, becoming voices for their communities like what you did

- He couldn’t stop being interested in you after that and get pulled in more when you rapped into the microphone to show him an example with an random beat he gave

- He can’t help but raise a brow at you sometimes when you rock up to the studio and wait for creativity to strike, usually spending all night to work on your music he gets worried sometimes and tells you to relax and have some fun with him at the Techno reef Parties

- He would definitely make beats for your song and let you freestyle your way with the music he had given you.

- He love sit when you rap especially when you insult someone in an rap battle he finds it funny to see your smirk or smile

- He loves when you write and perform some of your rap songs or hip-hop music.

- He hates how your genre was criticised though sometimes… scratch that he hates when anybody discriminates and insults someone’s genre or music (it’s technically their race in Trolls)

- He loves you with all his heart but can’t help but notice how you and Prince D would vibe to hip hop together and rap he’s jealous of your bond since your technically in the same music genre even if your appearance was different your genre was the same

- Trollex though loves when you share your earbuds/headphones with him to show him some New rap songs or hip hop music you enjoy fucking falls in love with you all over again

- He had tried rapping once since you begged him to do it he was good like REALLY GOOD

- That mother fucker was good at it… not as good as Bruce though that man could go off (Bruce is VA is the guy who played my favourite character in Hamilton Marquis de Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson. NEHGEHE)

- He glows and has an bigger smile when you praise him as he quickly tackles you into an hug and snuggle into you which leads up to you holding him close to your chest and rubbing his back as he sleeps on your peacefully

- Trollex can’t help but admire how you hold your mic and go off at anybody or just have fun with it

- He loves how you send out messages through your rap speaking up and talking about issues and your own experiences while on stage.

- You know how I said he makes your beats? Well you also come by to his place and surprise him with an rap you wrote out of boredom without realising and asked if he could help make an beat for it

- he did and it was sold so fast 😭

- Trollex loves when you sing normally though even if you rap all the time he loves when you just sing in an slow pace and wants to dance with you slowly even if both of you were used to the loud techno and hip hop music

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[marshallmatherslptwo]

Eminem: Hip-hop saved my life

"Can y’all hear me? I can’t hear me. Can you hear me?

"This s--t’s crazy. So I wrote some s--t down tonight that I’m never going to f---ing remember, so I had to read it off the paper and s--t, but it’s from the heart. I realize what an honor it is right now for me to be up here tonight, and what a privilege it is to do the music that I love, and the music that basically saved my life.

"Where'd the man, where did Dre go? The man who saved my life, ladies and gentlemen, Dr. motherf---in’ Dre. So I'm going to try to make this as quick and painless as possible. I’m f---ing stuttering and s--t, I mean Jesus Christ.

"So I’m probably not supposed to actually be here tonight because of a couple of reasons. One of them that I’m a rapper, and this is the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. And there’s only a few of us right now that have been inducted in already, but there’s only a few of us.

"Secondly, I almost died from an overdose in 2007, which kind of sucked. Hailie, plug your ears: because drugs were f---ing delicious, and I thought we had a good thing going man, but I had to go and f--- it all up and take too many. God d--n. OK Hailie.

"OK, so. Hold on, I lost my motherf---in' spot. Paul, did I say, I said drugs were delicious, right? And finally, I had to really fight my way through man to try and break through in this music, and I'm so honored and I'm so grateful that I'm even able to be up here doing hip-hip music, man, because I love it so much.

And they say you won't work a day if you love your job and s--t. This part I'm not crazy about? But, OK.

"My musical influences are many, and they say it takes a village to raise a child. Well it took a whole genre and culture to raise me.

"They say success has many fathers, and that’s definitely true for me. So whatever my impact has been on hip-hop music, I never would have or could have done this s--t without some of the groundbreaking artists that I'm about to mention right now.

"And this is a list man, I put this list together yesterday. And I kept adding to the s--t, adding to the s--t, and if I forget anybody, I apologize. But these were my teachers right here:

"I'm gonna start with the 2 Live Crew, 2Pac, 3rd Bass, Alliance, Apache, Audio Two — Milk Dee, what up! — Awesome Dre, the Beastie Boys, Big Daddy Kane, Big Pun, Big L, Biz Markie, the Notorious B.I.G. of course, Black Moon, the Boogie Monsters, Brand Nubian, Brother J from X Clan, Buckshot, Casual from Heiroglyphics, Chill Rob G, Chubb Rock, Chuck D and Public Enemy, Cypress Hill, D-Nice, Dana Dane, De La Soul — now I’m about a third of the way done.

"De La Soul, did I say De La Soul? Def Jef, Del the Funky Homosapien, DJ Quik, Dr. Dre of course, Dres from Black Sheep, Ed O.G., EPMD, Fat Boys, Fat Joe, Fu-Schnickens, Gang Starr, Geto Boys, Heavy D, House of Pain, Ice Cube, Ice-T, the Intelligent Hoodlum, JJ Fad, Jaz-O, Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince, Just Ice, K-Solo, Kid & Play: I'm a tenth of the way done.

"King Sun, King Tee, Kool G Rap, Kool Moe Dee, KRS-One, Kwame, Lakim Shabazz, Large Professor, Leaders of the New School, the one and only LL Cool J — love you bro. Lord Finesse, Lords of the Underground, Mantronix, Masta Ace, MC Breed, MC Lyte, MC Shan, Melle Mel, Merciless Ameer, Mobb Deep, Monie Love, Nas, Newcleus, Onyx, Organized Konfusion, Outkast, Andre 3000, Paris, Pharcyde, Queen Latifah, Rakim, Redhead Kingpin, Pete Rock and CL Smooth, I’m almost done.

"Redman, Roxanne Shante, Run-D.M.C., Salt-N-Pepa, Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh, Snoop Dogg, Souls of Mischief, Special Ed, Stetsasonic, now I’m all down to the S’s. Super Lover Cee and Casanova Rud, the D.O.C., the Roots, Black Thought, the Skinny Boys, Tony D, Too $hort, Treach from Naughty By Nature, A Tribe Called Quest, U.T.F.O., Whodini, Wise Intelligent and the Poor Righteous Teachers, Wu-Tang Clan and YZ.

"Those were my rock stars man, and I just want to say, like, those are just a few of the names that I hope will be considered in the future for induction. Because without them, a lot of us wouldn’t be here. I know I wouldn’t.

"So that’s all I had to say, man. I know this induction is supposed to be me talking about myself and s--t man, but f--- that. I would not be here without them. I’m a high school dropout man, with a hip-hop education, and these were my teachers. And it's their night just as much as it is mine. So thank you."

Hip-hop saved Eminem's life, he saved mine! Congratulations Em, and Thank You!!

[reasoningdaily]

Editor’s note: The following article is an op-ed, and the views expressed are the author’s own. Read more opinions on theGrio.

Crack had a massive impact on the Black community in the 1980s. It would be impossible to do a podcast like “Being Black: The ’80s” and not talk extensively about crack. People smoked it and experienced the most intense high they had ever had, and the chase to feel like that again ruined millions of lives.  

De La Soul is not one of the hip-hop groups that talked a lot about street life. They were proudly suburban at a time when that made them stand out among hip-hop artists. Quick story: I was a suburban kid who loved hip-hop from the first time I heard “Rapper’s Delight,” and I felt deeply connected to hip-hop as I watched the culture grow in the years after that song dropped. Hip-hop was the music I loved most as a kid. It was part of my identity, but then De La came out and I realized that as far as rappers, no one represented me or symbolized me better than De La. If I could rap, they were what I would be. Their suburbanness, their intelligence and their sense of humor all spoke to who I was. They became my favorite group of all time. But I digress. Even though De La was all about everything that rappers weren’t normally about, like so many Black people back in the ’80s, they did have a crack problem in their family. 

Crack was so pervasive in the ’80s that living in suburbia was not enough to insulate you from the crack epidemic. De La’s Posdnous had a brother who was battling a crack addiction, and out of that experience he recorded the best song ever made about being in a family with a crack addict: “My Brother’s A Basehead.” That song is at the center of episode two of “Being Black: The ’80s,” and it leads us into a conversation about the overall impact of crack.

“My Brother’s A Basehead” is one of those songs that spring from the artist’s real life. Posdnous is telling the story of what happened to him and his family because of his brother’s addiction. It wasn’t quite a cry for help because Posdnous himself wasn’t in trouble, but it was perhaps a way of Pos speaking to his brother about hurting the family. Producer Prince Paul, who’s sometimes referred to as a member of De La, comes through in this episode to talk about the making of the song and what really happened to Pos’ brother.

Meanwhile, another major hip-hop group was dealing with having a crack addict in the family in a whole different way. Public Enemy was, in many ways, the exact opposite of De La. Where De La was about having fun and being smart, Public Enemy was overtly political and they were as serious as a heart attack. They positioned themselves as the sons of Malcolm X and the Black Panthers so you knew they were going to decry the crack epidemic as often and as loudly as possible.

Quick aside — one of the hallmarks of “Being Black: The ’80s” is that I generally bring up a second song as a way to help further explain the episode’s central song. In this episode, that second song is Public Enemy’s “Night of the Living Baseheads,” which is Chuck D’s way of sermonizing about the evils of crack and shaming those who used crack. P.E.’s producer Hank Shocklee comes through to explain the origins of the song, which goes back to a movie he saw in his childhood — “Night of the Living Dead.” 

But it was very interesting to hear Public Enemy shame crackheads while there was a crack addict in their musical family. Flavor-Flav battled addiction for years, including while he was in the group. I asked Shocklee if they knew that Flav was doing crack. He said, “Yes and no.”

You’ve gotta hear the whole story of how De La and Public Enemy dealt with crack in their families in very different ways. That, and the impact of crack, is at the heart of episode two of Being Black: the 80s. Available now wherever you get your podcasts.

[royaltyrules816]

Happy Birthday DJ Kay Slay‼️

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Harry is MY boyfriend; you can’t tell me who to love-! (Part One)

(Aricka x Harry Hook; Aricka and Cinderella, Aricka and Kit Charming, Aricka and Chad Charming, the royal Auradonian cousins.)

(Warning: Ella slaps her daughter, mentions of abuse; yelling, use of a sleeping potion against a princess, if I missed anything let me know and I’ll add it-!)

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @sappy-secrets @rosepetalcharm @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @friendlyneighborhoodidiot

It had started out so well. Aricka and Chad had woke up early, earlier than for a usual school day, and had met up to get ready for Parent Day together. Chad was wearing a Snow White Original light blue three piece suit, gold cuff links with the Charming royal crest engraved on them, and brown dress shoes to match.

Aricka herself had selected a similar light blue sundress patterned after Little London styles, made and designed by her new dear friend; Evie. It was tulle with a low back with a matching scarf, and she was wearing a low pair of golden heels. She also wore a necklace Harry had found and given her- white gold with a compass charm. “You’ve been guiding me my entire stay here,” he’d explained. “It just makes sense.”

“Do you think Harry will like my outfit?” She asks her twin, as she fixed her makeup for the final time.

“I think Harry likes the princess behind the outfit more than anything,” her twin responds. “And if he doesn’t; well, that’s why you have me.” She smiles and reaches for her twin’s hands.

“You’ve always had my back.”

“Just like you have mine.” And with that, Chad offered her his arm; and they walked out to the party together.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Their Royal Highnesses, Prince Chadwick Charming of Sardinia and Princess Aricka of Charmington,” the official announcer declared. The twins smiled demurely and waved as they’d been trained, eyes set ahead of them, always focused on their future King of Auradon. Aricka saw a flash of red, blue; and purple; and internally relaxed. The VKs were here,and soon Harry would rescue her.

Everything would be okay after this performance.

Her and Chad took their places with their cousins, each taking a towel and posing just as they’d rehearsed time and again before this day. The boys began beatboxing and the girls softly sang over them,

“Ma chère Mademoiselle,

It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure

That we welcome you tonight…” Ben begins, a proper kingly smile on his face; he reaches over and squeezes Aricka’s wrist as warmly as possible; the two of them sharing a brief smile as he made his way through the assemblage.

“And now, we invite you to relax,

Let us pull up a chair

As the dining room proudly presents -

Your dinner!” The teens present began bowing in perfect synchrony, the girls chorusing,

“Be our guest!

Be our guest!

Put our service to the test

Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie

And we'll provide the rest…” Ben smiles at two princesses and tosses them his own napkin, and the girl who caught it swooned, right into the arms of king Adam himself, and Aricka had to stifle a laugh.

“Soup du jour

Hot hors d'oeuvres

Why we only live to serve…” at that moment, Aricka saw Harry; and she waved covertly; and he smiled at her; not a smirk; not a grimace, her boyfriend smiled at her properly.

Yeah; she melted like a popsicle.

“Try the grey stuff

It's delicious!

Don't believe me?

Ask the dishes…” Chad, Aziz, Doug, Li’l Shang, Bashful Jr, SJ, Pin, and Artie rushed to join their “cousin” Ben and did a very impressive rap for the next verse,

They can sing sing sing

They can dance dance dance

After all, Miss, this is France!

And the dinner here is never ever second best! No!

Go on, unfold your menu-!” They all toss their napkins in the air; continuing,

“Go on, take a glance and then you'll

Be our guest

Oui, our guest

Be our guest guest guest… come on!” All the boys bow, smiling and adding a little,

“Yeah… yeah… yeah…” as the girls take over,

“We tell jokes,

I do tricks!

With my fellow candlesticks

And it's all in perfect taste

That you can bet-!” And to finish they came back together, waving the remaining napkins in the air, swaying side to side and proclaiming,

“Come on and lift your glass

You've won your own free pass

To be our guest-!” Ben reclaimed the spotlight for one final solo,

“If you're stressed

It's fine dining we suggest!” Smiling over at his parents, before rejoining his friends,

“Be our guest!

Be our guest!

Be our guest!” The girls add a soft,

“Oh-oh oh-oh-oh, oh oh oh-oh,” before they all exclaimed,

“BE OUR GUEST-!” Chad ended one one knee, on the cement, Aricka sitting on his leg, arms extended to the sky with perfect smiles on their faces.

~~~~~~

It tanked from there.

Aricka and Harry had been invited to a game of croquet by the King and Queen, Adam and Belle themselves. Harry had looked askance until Aricka graciously answered for both of them, slipping her arm through Harry’s and leading him over to the more private garden party, where the more famous Auradon parents were assembled. Two of them being her own.

Chad had Uma’s arm tucked into his, a seemingly permanent blush on his face. It warmed her heart seeing her twin so happy; and she knew he felt the same regarding her and Harry.

The game went smoothly until they encountered her mother. And by then; it was too late to recover any semblance of normalcy afterward.

~~~~~~~

“The Isle Reformation Proclamation will never take off. It poses too much of a risk to our safety, and what if the barrier doesn’t hold during the transfer of students? What if some villain were to break free?” Her mother ranted to queen Leah.

“Indeed.” The elderly royal mused, scanning the populace. Her eyes widened and she gasped rather dramatically and cried, “YOU-!”

Aricka whipped around at the sound and saw Leah staring at Mal and Ben heading that way. Gripping Harry’s hand she followed, seeing Chad hot on their heels, Evie, Jay, Gil and Carlos not far away. Aricka Page seemingly materialized out of nowhere, gripping her twin’s hand.

“Your majesty queen Leah,” the demigoddess Fae says, laying a gentle hand on the Queen’s arm. “Princess Aricka of Olympus, we’ve met before. May I present my sister Mal Page?”

“How are you so young-?!” The queen exclaims.

“Grammy, this isn’t Maleficent, this is her daughter, Mal. She’s one of the Isle children we brought over for our Reformation Proclamation,”’Audrey tried to explain.

“Audrey- you LET her over-?!” Leah gasped. “After what her mother did you to yours- did to my DAUGHTER-?!”

“Yes, Grammy, Maleficent did that to my mother. Mal has done nothing to me,” Audrey says, grabbing Mal’s hand. “She is my friend.”

Mal seemed thunderstruck by Audrey’s claim, but Aricka Page seemed to have taken over speaking for her twin. “Queen Leah, my twin is more our father’s daughter than she ever was our mother’s. Mal is innocent and has done nothing to deserve your prejudice or hatred.”

“Are you so sure of that? How can we trust you? Any of you?” Aricka Charming paled at the words that came from her own mother’s mouth. “How do we know you haven’t spelled our children to say whatever makes you look good?”

“MOTHER-?!” Aricka and Chad exclaimed.

“I mean look at them. The daughter of the mistress of all evil, who cursed a baby to die before she was even truly alive-,” here Mal’s eyes glowed a dangerous shade of green, only to calm when her sister gripped her hand. “The son of Jafar who tried to take over an entire kingdom because the sultan wouldn’t let him marry the Princess.” Aricka Page also gripped Jay’s hand soothingly so the boy wouldn’t do anything rash. “Not to mention the daughter of the evil queen who is surely nothing more than a gold digger and a cheat.” Aricka and Harry reached to soothe the now crying bluenette, anger burning Aricka’s skin. “The son of Cruella who is surely just as crazy as she was. The voice stealing daughter of Ursula and to make everything WORSE you invited Gaston’s spawn over-?! Belle and Adam’s worst ENEMY-?!”

“Hey that’s not very nice,”’Gil protested softly, only for Ella to speak over him,

“And don’t get me started on your so called boyfriend, daughter of mine. The son of Captain Hook-? Really-?! The man who tried to kill innocent children if they didn’t join his crew-? I bet he was just as evil as his father- he should’ve been left there just like the rest of them-!”

“ENOUGH MOTHER-!” Aricka yells, pushing Harry behind her and staring Cinderella down. “I am sick and tired of this. Ever since we started the Proclamation you’ve been against it. Saying the VKs are dangerous and evil and twisted. What about my cousins, huh? Do the names Diana and Anthony mean NOTHING to you-?! And don’t even THINK about hurting my friends- my chosen family. If you tried to get to know them you’d realize how very wrong your judgments of them are. Mal is so talented and creative and she just wanted to go to school and get more kids safe and off the Isle. Jay is strong and athletic and a great dancer and an even more loyal bodyguard and friend. Evie is beautiful and smart and kind and has a great fashion sense- she made my dress I’m wearing today.

Uma is not her mother- she is an amazing chef, navigator and storyteller. And don’t get me started on Gil LeGume- he’s so Good and he just keeps trying to do better, to learn everything he can, to enjoy all the little things in Auradon- Gil, I still wanna cry thinking about you experiencing grapes for the first time.” The blonde haired VK who looked too much like her and Chad smiled and said,

“Aw, thanks Aricka; I like you too-!” And she laughed because he was so easy to love.

“And finally, we come to Harry. And I could write a whole book on how he has changed me for the better. Harry showed me that I have worth simply because I am a good ally and friend to everyone I meet, that my beauty is from within; and that my power comes from the knowledge of those who have my back. Harry, I am forever grateful that we met and know each other. And Harry,” she takes a deep breath, “I know we’ve only known each other for a short time but I love you, plain and simple. I don’t care what anyone says or thinks, I’m yours. I’d give up being a princess if it meant I could be your girlfriend. Plain and simple.” And there; in front of everyone, she stood on tiptoes and kissed him, only to be jerked toward her mother who hissed,

“How DARE YOU-!” She wrenched away from her mother’s grip to retort,

“I dare because Harry is MY boyfriend; you can’t tell me who or how to love-!” A stinging sensation filled her cheek and Aricka recoiled from the feeling of being slapped.

Her mother hit her. Actually hit her. Her mother raised her hand to strike once more only for the queen of Cinderellasburg to fall down in a faint, Evie holding a blue bottle in her hand.

“Aricka come on-!” Harry retook her hand, and her other was claimed by Evie, and together they- hero and Isle child alike- ran to the safety of their dorms to regroup.

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[dynapiner]

3rd bass the cactus album release date

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But It's not really a full attack, just MCA's verse that goes in on Serch.Ģ5. The Beastie’s dissed 3rd Bass back on the track “Professor Booty”. 3rd Bass saw the Spin article and wrote the dis.Ģ4. Then when he went to leave, Mike started throwing things at him. 2 is that he and Mike D met and were talking in Mike D’s apartment and were totally cool. The story Serch tells in Check the Technique Vol. 3rd Bass dissed the Beastie Boys on the song “Sons of 3rd Bass” It was the new Def Jam white guys dissing the old.Ģ3. I also have to ask-do famous rappers always have a guy in their crew to listen to other rapper’s albums to check for hit-worthy disses tucked away in the deep cuts?Ģ2. Can I buy it on E-Bay? And if so, will Hammer put a contract out on me?Ģ1. Sometimes I wonder where that giant hammer is. Or video with Hammer’s mother being, uh, contacted, by a giant cactus.Ģ0. And there was no video for it with a giant hammer getting knocked over in heavy rotation on Yo MTV Raps. It may have been the title track, but wasn’t released as a single. It seems weird that “The Cactus” is the song 3rd Bass blamed for all the drama. If true, this is perhaps the greatest example of the awesome power of award shows.ġ9. Serch says in the book that he believes Russell gave Concepcion tickets to the American Music Awards, sitting next to Michael Jackson, in exchange for vetoing their murder. There’s much I don’t know about the Crip’s organizational structure and work processes.ġ8. It doesn’t sound like it had been reported up to Concepcion’s office for approval, but he sure as hell had the power to call it off.ġ7. Russell Simmons asked Crips founder Mike Concepcion to cancel the hit. 3rd Bass found out about the death threat when they were on tour in LA. 3rd Bass also dissed Hammer in the song “The Cactus”, with the lyric “The cactus turned Hammer’s mother out.” According to the group, it’s actually this dis that prompted a death threat from Hammer that he contracted out through the Crips.ġ6. In the video, DMC and Jam Master Jay show up at the end to attack a giant hammer that’s wearing sun glasses. At the end of the song, Pete Nice expresses his wish that Hammer “Shut the _ up.” And Serch unleashes an effusive gas face.ġ4. The dismissive looks girls sometimes gave became known as the “gas face”.ġ3. It was inspired by times when 3rd Bass and Zev would try to talk to girls. The term and concept of the gas face were coined by guest rapper Zev Love X,ġ2. He said 3rd Bass would swipe Slick Rick promo albums from the Def Jam office to sell on the street to buy pizza.ġ1. Pete told Brian Coleman that he still had to work odd jobs after getting signed by Def Jam. 2's chapter on The Cactus Album, there’s some truth to it.ġ0. Pete Nice’s opening verse seems like a funny exaggeration of a shady record label, but according to Check the Technique Vol. The song was produced by De La Soul and Gravediggaz producer (and Stetsasonic DJ) Prince Paul. The piano sample at the beginning of each verse in “The Gas Face” is the intro to “Think” by Aretha Franklin.Ĩ. According to DJ Daddy Rich, DJing during performances of “The Gas Face” and “Steppin to the AM” was challenging because Serch’s dancing would shake his turntables.ħ. You know who didn’t have paper ankles? MC Serch. And of course, his ankles never got so bad that he needed the prop cane he carried around.Ħ. But not hooping gave him more time to work on the music. Nice blamed his “paper ankles” for derailing his college b-ball career. Pete Nice took a total of two shots playing forĥ. Before 3rd Bass, Serch’s day jobs included driving a truck for the USDA and driving a bus for a Jewish YeshivaĤ. Pete Nice graduated with an English degree from Columbia.ģ. MC Serch turned down an opera singing scholarship to focus on rap.Ģ. I highly recommend both it and Volume 1 for 80s and 90s hip hop aficionados.ġ. ( Important Note: I learned many of these nuggets from the book, Check the Technique Volume 2: More Liner Notes for Hip Hop Junkies by Brian Coleman. In honor of those 30 years, here are 30 facts about 3rd Bass and the song itself. Hard to believe it’s been 30 years since I made my first gas face.

[trollexfangirl]

💓A little gift for Valentine's Day 💓

Trollex x Melody

Trollex (c) DreamWorks

Melody (c) Me

Cooper x Jussy

Cooper (c) DreamWorks

Jussy (c) @jade-green-butterfly

Prince D x Rap

Prince D (c) DreamWorks

Rap (c) Me

Lownote Jones x Tango

Lownote Jones (c) DreamWorks

Tango (c) Me

Dub x Laguna Tidepool

Dub (c) Me

Laguna Tidepool (c) DreamWorks

Bliss Marina x Torrent

Torrent (c) @sparklijam

Bliss Marina (c) DreamWorks

Zips x Harper x Riff

Zips (c) @sparklijam

Harper (c) @dolphinstrolls-au

Riff (c) DreamWorks

[sparklijam]

*falls flat on da face* Finally…done…! xwX Super sorry that this took so long, but I managed to finish the ships you guys requested! There was A LOT of them that I didn’t expect, that’s why I wanted to sort this all out in on go! Plus somethings came up that prevented me to finish, but hopefully this would make up for the long wait for you all! The first two were requested by anons, Hickory/Trollex (my favorite ship!) and Chaz/Trollex! The third is requested by @gloomycherub-mysterious, Trollex/DJ Suki (YES, these two are so cute together~!). And the last one was requested by @libragames17 and another anon, Prince D/Trollex! This was so much fun doing these last couple of days, and again, I’m real sorry that it took so long to do! Hope you guys enjoyed them despite the wait! ^v^ And now on with the other questions/scenarios given to me lately xD

[king-trollex-fangirl]

Rap the Hip Hop ambassador

Voice actress: Ynairaly Simo

Love interest: Prince D 💗

[geminigirl0298]

The Course Of True Love

Relationship: Loki Odinson x Original Female Character

Summary: Loki Odinson never expected to see his mother hurrying down a hall with a smart-mouthed, soot-covered figure who was supposedly the princess of Vanaheim. He never expected her to stay more than a week, much less an entire century, and he surely did not expect their initial animosity to morph into the fluttering, tickling feeling he got in his stomach every time she was near.

Word Count: 4.6 k

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Warnings: Smut later on (will be marked), 18+, loss of virginity, fingering (female receiving), oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, cursing, inappropriate language

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CHAPTER 7

“You really could have called for us, you know,” Ingrid complained with a tight frown. Her nimble fingers pulled the laces together at the back of Sigrid’s dress. “I would not have minded leaving the festival. Stars are boring, I see them every night.”

“Yes, but these were constellations.” Ingrid did not even lift a brow at her attempt at differentiation. “And there was no need to bother either of you. The princes were with me, so was the Queen.”

“So you’ve said thrice now.” Sigrid stayed silent. It was a blue moon when Ingrid would become agitated. The girl was so energetic on a daily that Sigrid often forgot how protective of her she could be. Through it all Sigrid was akin to a savior in her eyes. Without her intervention, there was no telling where Ingrid would have ended up.

“Ingrid?” Her hand reached behind her to rest on Ingrid’s. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have at least sent word to you.” She tilted her head towards Agathe, who had exhibited unusual restraint in bestowing a tongue lashing on Sigrid since the morning began. “Both of you. It was just the last thing on my mind at the moment.”

Agathe nodded. “I understand your thoughts would have been otherwise occupied. In future, just have a page send word to us so we know you’re okay. We may just be your servants, but we care about you too.”

“Precisely,” she heard Ingrid mumble. If it was not against her, Sigrid would have been impressed that the two were on the same page for once.

“You’re not just my servants, you’re my friends.” Ingrid pushed on Sigrid’s shoulders for her to take a seat at her vanity. “Never forget that.”

“We shan’t.” Agathe moved to stand behind her, already gathering pieces of her hair for a simple half up braid crown. “Would you like me to put those flowers in your hair? The ones on the pillow?”

She was referring to, Sigrid knew, the gardenias Loki had left. They were a beautiful white and smelled sweeter than the honey their childhood chef used to drizzle over her signature flaky pastries. She and Thor had developed a habit of sneaking away to eat them before supper until the chef caught on. “Yes, please.”

“What do they stand for?”

“Hmm?” Sigrid looked to Agathe for clarification.

“The flowers. All flowers have a meaning.” She plucked one from the pile and inserted it in one of the two thick braids held together behind Sigrid’s head. “I’m well versed in Asgardian flora. Midgardian, not so much.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what they mean, just the names.” Sigrid twirled one between her thumb and forefinger. The tiered petals made for a captivating sight as it spun on its stem. “I should ask Loki. He left them so he must know.”

“I should think a gorgeous prince leaving flowers for a gorgeous princess would point to one reason in particular,” spoke Ingrid. The regular cheekiness was back in her voice, which meant Sigrid felt free to admonish her for her not so subtle comment. Before she could, however, a few solid raps sounded at her door. “I’ll get it!” Ingrid hopped to her feet and towards the door. Magne was standing in the doorway when she opened it.

“Princess,” he bowed low, dark blonde hair sweeping over his forehead. “Lady Agathe, Lady Ingrid.” It could have been her imagination, but Sigrid swore Magne’s eyes lingered on Ingrid just a moment too long.

“Hello, Magne.” Ingrid curtsied,face flushed. A look to Agathe found her with the same baffled expression that she was sure mirrored her own. What in Odin’s name had happened to their little firecracker?

“Good morning, Magne. What brings you here?” The sound of Sigrid’s voice snapped the two youths out of staring at each other. Ingrid took a step back. Her face was almost as red as her hair as she made a hasty excuse to leave the room. Sigrid made a mental note to use Magne as her trump card anytime Ingrid decided to make any more allusions to her relationship with Loki.

“Sir Leif requests the pleasure of your company. He departs for Vanaheim in a few hours and would like to see you before he goes. I also have a message from Prince Loki.” He waited for her nod to relay to message. “The prince says he is in a meeting with his brother and father, but he should not be long. He wants to know if you’ll accompany him to town for lunch after the meeting is over.”

“Tell the prince I accept. I’ll just be in the courtyard.” Magne nodded. “And please tell Sir Leif I’ll be right with him.

ooOOoo

Leif was standing a few feet away from Sigrid’s door when she exited her room. He simpered upon seeing her, pushing off the wall to extend a hand. “Leif.”

“Sigrid.” He kissed her hand in greeting. “You look stunning this morning.” Sigrid gave him a little smile of her own. Leif was still as sweet as she had remembered, and she was glad that centuries of training and battle had not succeed in beating that out of him. “Not at all remnant of someone who pitched headfirst off a bridge.” Sigrid let out a snort.

“Gods.” She covered her mouth, a bit humiliated by the sound she had just made. “I hate when that happens.”

Leif’s eyes sparked with an unreadable emotion. “Don’t be. I’m glad I can still elicit such a reaction from you.” He offered her an arm and she took it without a second thought. “All jokes aside, are you sure you’re okay? You took quite the fall last night.”

“I’m fine.” Sigrid had said those words so many times in the past twelve hours that they had lost all meaning to her. “A little shaken up but I’m alive and that’s what matters.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t do more.” Leif’s confession drew her attention to his face. A morbid expression donned his features. “You fell and I just froze. I never freeze. Prince Loki was quite irate at my lack of reaction, although I cannot blame him. And I must say his magic is quite terrifying.” Sigrid winced.

“I know you’re not fond of each other, and I’m not making an excuse for him,” here, Leif lifted a brow in confusion, “but he was just afraid. You must understand that Loki was just trying to save me.”

“Sigrid, you’ve read me all wrong.” Leif placed a hand on hers. It was warm and calloused, fingers thick from years of using a sword. They were so unlike Loki’s slender, long digits. “Of course, the prince was just trying to save you. I’m saying it was impressive. I’ve never encountered magic that was not used against me in battle. It was truly magnificent to see it in a different light.”

They had crossed into the hallway now, allowing the sun to shine right into Sigrid’s eye. She brought a hand up to her forehead to shield her face from the rays. “We share different views on magic here on Asgard. Unlike the Vanir, we believe it can also be used for good. Our healers have been using it for some decades well to heal wounds and illnesses that would otherwise kill our citizens.”

“Is that why the prince learned it?” Leif questioned. This answer she knew.

“At first he learned it because his mother wanted him to have his own hobby to set him apart. Frigga always said Loki had a talent for seidr, but it was not until years later did she realize just how good he would become.” Sigrid gave a small giggle. “When we were little, he liked to use it for silly things. He’d put snakes in Thor’s bed or make his food levitate so he could not reach it.”

“Did these pranks extend to you?”

“Not at all. I got flowers and little fireworks shows.” Leif quirked his lips in a knowing manner. “What?”

“Nothing,” he replied. “I’m just wondering how it is you never bothered to learn it yourself.”

Sigrid shrugged. “Some Vanir beliefs die hard, I guess. Although I am quite comfortable with Loki using it near me. I can’t count the number of times he’s had to heal minor injuries from me getting hurt. He says I’m the clumsiest person he’s ever known. Can you believe that?”

“I can.” Sigrid gave him a look. “Sigrid, you have always been a clumsy girl. Do you remember when we were learning to ride horses? You stepped onto the stirrup and fell right over the other side of the poor creature.”

“I told you that stirrup was broken!”

“Is that why it dislodged itself and got tangled in your foot?” Leif had begun to laugh at her. “You were so tiny. Just dangling over the edge of the horse whilst the instructor attempted to right you.”

Sigrid shoved him with all her might. Against his large stature, it did nothing. “I’ll have you know I’m a fine rider now. And that horse back home never liked me anyway. He was always nudging me with his head.”

“I think he just wanted to play with you,” Leif’s grey eyes were still dancing. She had always thought they resembled the colour of the sky before a storm. The calm, quiet eeriness that signaled the onslaught of violent rainfall. “Everything here is so different. I’m sure to miss it when I leave.”

Sigrid deflated. She had known he was due to leave that day before she had gone to meet him. Yet their conversation had occurred with such a naturality that the sudden mention of his departure revealed how much she had enjoyed having him here. “Perhaps you can visit again?”

Her suggestion shocked not only her, but her companion as well. “Are you certain?”

“Yes.” Ah. Loki is just going to love this. “Yes I am. We are old friends are we not?”

“Friends?” came a new voice. “Is that what you were? Because I heard it went deeper than that.”

Leif was the first to react to the voice. Both his eyebrows knit—the voice clearly one he knew—before he turned to the golden-haired girl. “Eva?”

“Leif,” she gave him a tight smile, then let her eyes wander to Sigrid. “Princess.”

“Lady Eva.” Just like the first time she had met her, all the hairs on Sigrid’s body stood up. She felt like a cat that had just had cold water poured on it. There was somethingabout this woman that continued to rub her the wrong way. “You two know each other?” It was Leif who answered.

“Yes. Her mother is one of the king’s advisors. We know each other from living at the palace.”

“An advisor?” Sigrid echoed. “Your mother?”

“Yes,” Eva lifted a brow in challenge. “Have you an issue?”

“I was not aware my father took on women as advisors. I’m glad to see he’s changed his mind.” Sigrid wondered if she had offended this girl in some way. Lady Eva always came across a little standoffish to her. Or maybe her own feelings were colouring her perception. “How come neither of you knew the other was here?”

“I’ve been on the hunt for months and I came straight here when I returned,” Leif explained with a frown. “Honestly, we’re not that close.”

“Come now Leif,” Lady Eva purred. “We don’t want to give the princess the wrong idea.” She said the word ‘princess’ with such disdain it almost made Sigrid’s head spin. “We run in the same circles. How else would I know the real reason the king sent you here?”

Sigrid’s eyes flicked to Leif. She found him glaring at Lady Eva, jaw clenched in the first real hint of anger she had ever seen him portray. “Leif, what is she on about? Did my father not send you here for a visit?”

Lady Eva let out a snort of laughter. “A visit? Is that that what he told you?”

“My time here has nothing to do with you, Eva.” Leif warned. “I think it best you mind your business.” Lady Eva set her chin. Despite her obvious plans to cause trouble, Sigrid had to admit there was an air of confidence about her that was not to be denied.

“I disagree. Your visit here may very well spell change for Vanaheim, and instead of doing as you were told you’re leaving.” She tossed her golden hair with a roll of her ocean eyes. “It’s a good thing I came here. I knew you wouldn’t be able to go through with it.”

“Go through with what?” Sigrid had grown very cross with the two Vanir in front of her. It was one thing for Eva to insert herself where she was not needed. Add to that some dirty looks and some obvious secret keeping and now she just wanted answers. “I’m going to ask one more time,” she announced in her best princess voice. “What is going on?”

Eva looked to her, then Leif, then gave a shrug. “If you won’t tell her, I will.” Leif gave a sigh of relent.

“Okay.” He turned to Sigrid. “Okay. I have not been totally forthcoming with you. You see, your father did send me here for a visit, but the terms were conditional.”

Sigrid lifted a brow. Unease had already begun to stir in the pits of her stomach. “Conditional upon what?”

“Sigrid,” Leif took one of her hands in his. “Your father, the king… I was sent here to court you.”

“I- What?” She brought her hand back to her side. “Why? And why didn’t you tell me before?” Leif’s look was frantic.

“You have to understand that neither I nor your father meant no harm. He wants you to take his throne and become the Queen you are meant to be. Unfortunately…” he trailed off.

“Unfortunately, what?”

“Vanaheim has laws,” explained Leif, “and the laws state that an unmarried princess cannot become a queen.”

“My father would never force me to adhere to such a law!” Sigrid was livid. “Countless princesses have been made queen in the past without being married! Why should I have to be the exception?”

Lady Eva folded her hands together. “Because you are not just of the Vanir. Your mother was Midgardian. There are people who want to make sure you marry a full-bred Vanir and not surprise them with a Midgardian after your coronation like your father. They don’t want the bloodline to be anymore watered-down.” The look Sigrid gave her was scathing. “Their words, not mine. I could care less about your heritage.”

“Leif, is that what you were trying to tell me last night on the bridge?” Her mind wandered back to their conversation, right before she had cut him off and changed the subject. “You said we needed to have a discussion. Was it about it this?”

“Yes,” he admitted. “I wanted to tell you, and I felt so terrible coming here with an ulterior motive. Sigrid, I meant what I said the first day I got here. It truly has been a pleasure getting to know you again.”

“You should have told me what was going on! And why would my father think that I would be so open to this?”

“Perhaps he thought you would not mind,” Eva said, “seeing as you and Leif were once lovers.” A strangled noise alerted her that another person was witness to the tête-à-tête. Even worse than the eavesdropping was the fact that she knew without fail who had made the noise.

“Loki.” He was already retreating by the time she turned around, long legs taking him away from her in quick strides. It only took a few steps for his lanky form to disappear into the palace. “Oh Gods!” Sigrid placed a hand to her forehead. When she returned to the two Vanir, there was a smug expression on Eva’s face.

“You knew he was there!” Sigrid swung a finger up to her face. She felt Leif put a restraining hand on her arm. “Didn’t you?” Eva gave an innocent blink.

“I am not in charge of the prince’s whereabouts.”

“Bitch.” Savagery dripped off the snarl, causing Eva’s face to drop at the swear. “You absolute bitch!”

“Sigrid.” It was Leif, hand still strong on her upper arm. “Go after Loki. Explain everything to him.”

“But my father-”

“Sigrid, I will handle your father. He’s quite fond of me.” Leif’s eyes were earnest as he peered down at her. “Don’t worry about me. Go. I’ll take Eva back home with me.”

Eva made a noise of protest. “You cannot—”

“I can. You’ve caused enough trouble.” Leif’s tone was final. “Sigrid, go. I’ll write you soon.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. Her mind was a mess as she gathered her skirts. “I-I’ll write you back, I promise.”

“Sigrid, go.” She did not need to be told another time.

Sigrid ran down the path Loki had taken as fast as her feet would carry her. The decision to wear a lifted heel had turned out be an incorrect one, for they were not built for more than a gentle walk. With a loud curse, she reached down and tore the things off. Bare feet would help her catch up to Loki faster, anyway.

“Loki!” She spotted him as she rounded the corner.

“Leave me be, Sigrid.” His tone was clipped, back still to her as he made his way to the library doors. He pushed them open with more force than was necessary and stomped inside. Sigrid entered just a few moments behind him.

He was hunched over a desk when she spotted him, scribbling with such fury that the sound of nib touching paper scratched through the air. She knew that he was aware of her presence. It was hard to sneak up on him, having the powers he possessed, so she knew his ignorance was purposeful. “Loki, let me explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain. I heard it all.” He still would not look at her. “Please close the door on your way out.” Sigrid pretended she did not hear his attempt at a dismissal.

“You did not hear it all,” she insisted. “There was some truth to what Eva said but not entirely—”

“How can there be some truth?” Loki looked at her then, and a million and one emotions rippled over his face. His eyes, though, were shining with the most unhinged fury. “It’s either you were his lover, or you weren’t, so which was it?”

“We liked each other,” she admitted. There was no point in hiding the truth from him anymore. “A lot. At first I thought he was just spending time with me as a favour to our fathers but the more we talked the more I came to understand that he genuinely wanted to be around me. And I, him.”

“So, he was your first love.”

“Yes, or at least what I thought was love.” Loki lifted a brow. “I was fourteen, Loki. I was not well versed in matters of the heart.”

“And the night of the fire? When you two were in the stables together?” He gave a small shrug. “You’ve never mentioned that before.”

“I- We used to sneak out to the stables at night because it was the only place that would not have servants.” Sigrid clasped her hands together at her waist. “I was afforded even less mistakes than a full-blooded Vanir princess would have been. If anyone caught me with Leif, they would have tried to question my virtue and therefore my claim to the throne. More than they already were, that is.”

“So, am I to believe that two teenagers snuck out to be alone just to talk?”

Sigrid folded her arms. So far, she had answered all of his questions without hesitating, so she did not appreciate what he was implying. “If you’re asking if I fucked Leif, the answer is no. Although it would not be any of your concern if I had, and you have no right to be mad about that.”

Loki scoffed. “You’ve made it quite clear what is and is not my business. It’s funny, though. I never took you for a liar.”

“Don’t be an ass,” she spat. She unfolded her arms and walked right up to him. Her neck hurt with the effort it took to keep her eyes on his from this angle. It was only the sheer refusal to look away from his glare that sustained her. “I never lied to you.”

“You lied by omission.” His tone was matter of fact. “Of course it’s not my business who you choose to sleep with. That’s not what I’m mad about. I’m mad that you chose to omit Leif from your story, and you choseto let me believe he was a mere acquaintance.” He spread his hands with a flourish. “Lies.”

“Now I know the God of Lies is not giving me a lecture on the truth.” Her voice had risen past the acceptable decibel level for the library. “You are dishonest all the time.”

Loki’s jaw clenched. “I am not-”

“Yes, you are! You are!”

“Not to you!” He growled. “I do not lie to you; I have never lied to you!” Loki was shouting by the time he finished, and it shocked Sigrid well out of her wits. Never had she been on the receiving end of his vexation. Now that she was, she did not like it one bit. “Does that count for nothing?”

Sigrid’s breath caught in her throat. Part of her knew that Loki had always treated her differently than everyone else. He did not snap at her, or raise his voice, or prank her like he did to everyone else. Throughout their entire friendship she had been the exception. So why, now, had things begun to change?

“Loki—”

“Forget it.” His mask slipped back into place. All the hurt and disbelief was now replaced by a blank stare. “I’ve known this was going to happen one day. I suppose it was foolish of me to assume our friendship would make it through this.”

“What are you talking about?” Her voice was overcome with puzzlement. “Make it through what?”

“You have to be married to be queen, do you not?” Sigrid blinked. Loki caught her unspoken question and answered with a wave of his hand. “I’ve always known the Vanir laws. I did not, however, know that your spouse would already be chosen for you.”

“Loki, that’s not what’s happening here. I’m not marrying anyone. My father—”

“Your father concealed the truth from you because he knew as well as I do that you would not react well to being forced. But the fact is that you have two choices; you can choose to marry Leif and take the throne you’ve always wanted, or you can refuse and give it up.” Loki shook his head. “Since you’ve no siblings, there’s really only one path is there?”

Sigrid threw her hands up. “I still do not see what that has to do with our friendship! Nothing has to change—”

“Sigrid, it has already changed!” Frustration lined the edge of the trickster’s tone. “It changed the moment that letter was sent. Do you really think we can maintain the friendship we have when you go back to Vanaheim? I doubt your husband would take kindly to me sleeping in your bed when I pop in for a visit.”

“You’re talking about things that have not yet happened,” she enunciated each word as though he were slow. “Any romantic feelings I had for Leif are long gone. He’s just a friend now, one that I barely know anymore.”

“Because you had to leave.”

A beat passed. “What?”

“The only reason your feelings for him went away is because you were forced to leave,” Loki elaborated. “You were thrown into an unimaginable situation, and you adapted better than I ever could have. If you had stayed on Vanir, you two would have already been wed, but you didn’t and that’s why your feelings went away; because they had too.” Loki took a pause, gauging his next words with care. “How am I to believe that your return to Vanaheim will not result in the same for me?”

Sigrid’s mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally figured out what to say. “That’s not the same thing and you know it.”

“Do I?” He took a step closer to her. Their noses were nearly touching now. In the past Sigrid had never been bothered by his being near her. He was one of the few people she allowed to touch her without asking permission each time. This time, however, she found herself a bit jittery under the intensity of his gaze. “Do I really know that? Because I think you’ll throw yourself into your role as queen so well that you’ll convince yourself you a love a man we both know is not the one for you.”

“We royals do not always get the privilege of following our hearts.” The breathlessness in her voice was most unexpected. “You and I have always known that.”

“Hmm.” Loki lifted a hand to cup her cheek. Her eyes closed as the smooth pad of his thumb dragged across her skin. “Yes. I suppose we have.”

A warmth appeared in her curled fist. She opened her eyes, unfurling her fingers to see a dark, crimson rose in her palm. “What does this mean?”

“Pardon me?” His voice was a murmur.

“The flowers,” she held up the rose in her palm. “You would always give me pink tulips before. Why have they changed?”

Loki stared at her for a while. His thumb was still caressing her face, leaving goosebumps on her skin with every stroke. “I do not know,” he said. “I don’t pick the flowers before I conjure them. My mood chooses them for me and they just appear.”

Sigrid ran a finger over the petal. It was not the usual red rose she was used to, hue too deep and resembling clotted blood rather than a fresh bleed. “What do you feel now?”

“I feel as though I am at a funeral,” he told her, “for I know a tide has turned and we shall never be the same again.” Sigrid knew not what to say. She just let Loki pull her forward to place a kiss on her forehead. “I must go now. Thor is waiting for me. Father is sending us to Alfheim again and I cannot be late.”

“How long will you be gone?” She was still reeling from his words but managed to get out this simple inquiry.

“Not long. A few days to a week.” His hand dropped from her face. “You should not worry about me. I will be fine.” He moved towards the door in record time, cape floating with the speed of his steps. “Perhaps I may catch Leif at the bridge if I’m quick. I owe him an apology for my insolence.”

“I already spoke to him. He understands you’re just protective.”

Loki gave her a half smile over his shoulder that did not quite reach his eyes. “Ever my defender. What would I do without you?” She gave no answer. If his words were true, he would have to figure it out soon enough. “Take care of yourself while I’m away. And for the love of Odin, don’t go falling off anymore bridges. I’ll see you soon.”

Sigrid wanted to say something. A well wish? A ‘take care’? Anything would have been better than nothing. Instead she stayed silent, her attention turned to the rose in her palm. And when she heard the door close—silent, so as not to startle her—the tears slipped down her face, gathering in the crevices of the petals.

Chapter 8

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[seonghwa-is-babie]

Bad boys get punished

Hongjoong couldn't wait any longer and gave into the pleasure he could provide for himself, but what will y/n say about this

Hongjoong x male reader

Warnings: sub Hongjoong, dom male reader, vibrators, cockring, orgasm denial, anal sex, gay sex, dildos, fingering, punishment

Note: I didn't really wanna change all that much about this fic so here u go, hope u enjoy it :)

Hongjoong and y/n haven't gotten to see each other in a while since both have a busy schedule, which also had a hard time giving them a day off on the same day.

This also means they haven't gotten intimate in a while. And although Hongjoong knows the rules of not touching himself without y/n's permission, but he just can't help it, he's been so needy lately it's driving him crazy.

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He grabbed their box full of toys and opened it, pulling out a small vibrator and a dildo, along with a bottle of lube. He set the box back down and started to take his clothes of.

Once he was fully naked, he poured some lube over his fingers and began stretching his hole, unfortunately, his hands were a lot smaller than y/n's big, veiny ones. "mhh~! Ahh~!" slowly but surely, Hongjoong started to moan from the sensation of his fingers inside of him

Once Hongjoong felt like he was stretched enough he put the vibrator inside of his entrance, the tiny device bringing a lot of pleasure to his body. Hongjoong then grabbed the dildo and got into a position where he could ride it, and slowly sank down on it "ahh! Fuck!" he began to slowly ride the dildo, picking up pace rather quickly "mhh~aah! Y/n~!" Hongjoong moaned loudly as he slammed myself down onto the toy.

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He's been bouncing for a while now and he could feel himself being close to cumming "ah! Fuck! So close~!" he then felt something, or rather someone's hand go around his cock, thumb over his slit to preventing him from releasing

"baby what did I tell you about touching yourself?" he immediately knew who that voice belonged to, and that he was in some serious trouble "D-don't do it without y-your permission" Hongjoong stuttered out, sensitive from the vibrator which was still going

"and what did you do?" he looked back at y/n "I-I touched myself" Hongjoong said, looking down "but we haven't done it for so long, I couldn't help myself" he gazed up at him with the biggest puppy eyes he could make "can you pleeeaaaase forgive me y/n?" y/n looked like he was thinking for a second

"babyboy, as much as I love you and your cute little face, rules are rules. When you break one you have to get punishment" a shiver ran down his spine at the mention punishment "but, I won't go too hard on you since it has been a while" Hongjoong nodded, relieved that he wasn't going to get punished that hard

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Y/n tied up Hongjoong's wrists to the bedpost "now baby, would you rather get spanked or left alone with a vibrator and a cock ring for a bit. Since it's been a while you get to choose" Hongjoong thought, weighing out the pros and cons of both, eventually choosing the latter option

"v-v-vibrator, please" y/n smirked as he prepared the toys he was going to use on Hongjoong "alright baby, I'll put it in now" he said as he pushed a small vibrator inside his lover, along with putting on the cock ring "now, I'll leave you a for a little bit, if you can stay quiet, I'll give a little reward" he left the room, but not before turning the intensity up to the max, and all Hongjoong could do, is bite his lips to stay quiet

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It has been about 10 minutes and y/n decided his baby has been punished enough, he had stayed relatively quiet aside from some whimpers, but like y/n said, he wouldn't be too hard on his baby, he walked back inside to see his boyfriend being a little mess, panting, sweating and his cock begging to be released from the cockring

"y/n please~ I've been a good boy, pleeeeaaaase take it off~" he whined as he saw his boyfriend entered his room again "alright, since you asked so nicely" he took off the cock ring and Hongjoong came almost immediately after, he then took out the vibrator, whilst releasing him from the bounds

"think you can still handle me after this?" Hongjoong nodded "please- just go slow, I'm pretty sensitive right now" y/n nodded

"tell me if it's too much or too little okay?" he said as he pushed his cock into the younger, Hongjoong moaning due to how sensitive he was "p-ple-ase mo-ve" y/n started moving slowly in and out of Hongjoong's hole, kissing him in the process.

This moment was no longer just about lust, but two lovers rekindling after being apart for so long. Longing for each other's touches of affection

y/n went a little faster, per Hongjoong's request, feeling the need to release soon, hearing the younger's moans become louder, he could guess the other was close as well "You close baby?" Hongjoong nodded "pl-please kiss me" y/n wastes no time, latching his lips onto his lover's lips

After a few more thrusts, both of them came, y/n inside of Hongjoong and Hongjoong on both of their chests and even on the sheets . The older got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to prepare a bath for both of them.

once he did that he came back to the bed "let's go take a bath baby" he picked up his lover and went to the bathroom and lowered him into the bathtub "there we go" the other let out a small thank you as y/n went in behind him "let's get you cleaned up, alright"

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After they were done cleaning up and drying off, y/n carried Hongjoong back to bed to cuddle up. "y/n?" the older looked down to his boyfriend, to which the younger smiled and kissed him "I missed you" he said as he snuggled closer to y/n "I missed you too baby" he wrapped his arms around Hongjoong's tiny frame and fell asleep

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The next day Hongjoong woke up very sore, looking at the time and checking his schedule, he realised he had an entire day of composing, singing and rapping, which he was grateful for, but he still couldn't get out of bed

"y/n" the older turned and opened his eyes "yes baby?" Hongjoong smiled at the nickname "can you help me out of bed, I have to go to work, but I'm too sore" y/n got up and went to the other side of the bed "my poor little Prince, off course I'll carry you, I'll even drive you to work"

Y/n picked him up and carried him to the bathroom "I'll go get you so clothes all right" Hongjoong nodded, grateful he had someone like y/n.

Not long after, y/n came back with a simple outfit, some pants and a button up "thank you" Hongjoong said as he took the clothes from y/n "you want me to go and change somewhere else" he shook his head "we've been dating for 3 years, I think we're comfortable enough around each other, besides, I might need a little help"

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Once they got dressed and had a proper breakfast, y/n carried Hongjoong to his car, because he still had a lot of trouble walking.

When they arrived, y/n asked once more if he could walk or had to be carried "I'll try, but don't you have a schedule too? I don't wanna make you late"

"I don't have a schedule, I took a few days off for you, so if you want, I can stay with you all day" Hongjoong smiled brightly "I'd love that, let's go" Hongjoong tried getting out of the car, but quickly stumbled as he tried to stand.

Y/n quickly came to his aid and picked him up, Hongjoong wrapping his arms and legs around him "there we go little prince, let's head inside"

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"oh, hi y/n hyung! Why are you carrying Hongjoong hyung?" San asked curiously "umm, well-you see, Hongjoong fell-" he interrupted by seonghwa "just say you guys fucked, I knew it when Hongjoong wasn't here before us" not looking up from his phone as the rest either looked shocked or started laughing their ass off, whilst Hongjoong was dying off embarrassment

"it's alright baby, we had fun, that's all that matters"

[allysartstuff]

Me: Don'tmakeanewnextgendon'tmakeanewnextgendon’t-

Brain: Make a new next gen with Trolls, coward! So I finally caved and made next gen with my favourite OT3 of the fandom, Poppy x Branch x Hickory! Anything including these three are gonna be known as the Gumdrop AU!

Edelweiss “Delly” Hickory x Poppy

Eldest of the siblings

Literally has no chill

Impulsive, reckless and dives head first into something without ever thinking

Definitely his mother’s son

Has given his parents a heart-attack at least once a week

Once kicked a bee’s nest on purpose, got stung many times, was treated/berated by Branch and then proceeded to do it again the very next day

A proud yodeller, he tries to make Yodel Pop a thing with little success

His yodelling has a hypnotic effect on animals such as Puffalo, shocking Hickory and Dickory when they found out

Usually the ring-leader of the trio, getting himself and his sisters into all sorts of trouble

Probably grows up to be a himbo

Despite his lack of brains, he is super loving and will stomp on your head if you make Violet cry

Sunflower “Sunny” Branch x Hickory

Middle child

The only child who was unplanned, how was Branch to know that he could carry an egg???

The sweetest girl you ever did see

Loves gardening for flowers, plants, fruits and veggies

Dots on every single fruit and veg like they were her own children, of course up until they get eaten

Her favourite thing to garden are Marshtatos which that bitch Marshtato Mary is not allowed to get her mitts on

Extensive knowledge of poisonous plants

Can be incredibly petty and competitive

Usually tags along with Edelweiss’s dumb adventures, mainly to make sure he doesn’t die

Always covered in dirt

Absolute lesbian but doesn’t know it yet

Doesn’t have a great relationship with her grandfather, Peppy

Violet “Vi” Poppy x Branch

Youngest child

Just a little baby

Very shy and introverted, it takes a lot to bring her out of her shell

Still has issues with physical clinginess, usually always hiding behind her parents, holding their hands or hiding in Poppy’s hair (while she’s still small enough to do so)

Always gets roped into Edelweiss’s latest adventure whether she likes it or not

Likely on the autistic spectrum

Two great passions in life, scrap-booking and rapping

Poppy encourages family scrapbook time as a way to get her daughter to engage with them properly

Really shines through when rapping, though as she grows older, Vi becomes controversial for insulting her opponents at rap battles (Tolls usually use compliments) or rapping about negative feelings

When the three siblings do acapella singing, Vi is usually beat-boxing

Miiiiiiight have a crush on Prince D

Absolutely has a rivalry with Tiny Diamond

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