#scylla x mc

[teppei-kaneko-deserved-better]

Not me only recently downloading fictif and falling in love with almost all the characters of Last Legacy only to discover that the story might never continue..........

[fox-daddy]

I was watching a meme and all I could think about this idk why;

Felix: I'm going to leave Mc a note asking them to get dinner. I just need to figure out how I should phrase it? 'let's get dinner?' Or 'Do you want to get dinner?'

Sage who 'snuck' in:go with 'let's get dinner?' So you're like assertive and confident!

Felix: thinks about it*

Rime who also 'snuck' in: actually no, now you sound a little aggressive. Because you don't want to be the person that's like 'let's get dinner' like you're some kind of cave creature

Anisa the only invited person: I think the point is to ask them to dinner not tell them. Just say 'Do you want to get dinner?'

Felix: scribbling stuff out growing annoyed and regretting saying anything about it*

Sage: actually now you sound kind of like a whimp

Anisa: well the last thing you want is to be the overly masculine guy like 'Let's get dinner I'm the bread winner'

Rime trying to cause chaos: but people also love assertiveness.

Sage trying to think and cringing harder the more he speaks: how about 'dinner would be something that I would enjoy taking you on. If you were also interested in that?'

Rime watching Felix switching between what hes writing; the more words the better

Anisa cringing even harder; how about 'I would like nothing more than to take you to the finest tavern in Porrima for a lovely evening meal?'

Felix: looking at the scroll about to tell them to just leave him alone and this was a stupid idea*

Scylla who had been watching the whole event from the doorway; fuck that, just say 'dinner, tonight, seven pm, take it or leave it'

Rime nodding at Scylla: sign it, seal it, deliver it

Sage muttering: I don't get why romance is so difficult all the time

Felix @ Scylla: I'm not going to say that

Mc: who's been eavesdropping since a few seconds after Scylla* definitely don't say that

Felix: now completely dead on the inside while the others are a mix between grinning and looking natural or trying to in some cases*

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Hope (Part 1)

Anger can be overwhelming and easy to hold on to. Although repairing a broken heart can be difficult unless you willing to find all the pieces. The aftermath of Felix x MC argument and make up.

Felix Iskander Escellun

Felix feels defeated for a whole month. That's right. They two took a break for a whole month without sharing a word or syllable to each other.

They'd pass him by without a glance. Not a sneer or rolling their eyes at his voice. Just plain silence.

What a hellish punishment.

MC on the other hand was miserable. Yes, they are to take fault for walking away without saying what they wanted to say but at this point what else could they say.

Their mind was ablaze with guilt, sorrow, and shame.

This was torture. An infinite purgatory of constant denial.

(Poor Anisa, Sage, Florian, Scylla, Saaros, and Tulsi. Not a clue on how to help their friends. Afraid to be caught in the middle. Silent in the bar or in the office. Can't even get a freakin cup since Felix and MC are in the kitchen while awkwardly trying not to bump shoulders or make eye contact. But they do end up holding eye contact and tensions are high that it leaves them both to walk away with no snack and just tears.)

At the end of the day Scylla gets sick of it that she drags Felix out into the garden lecturing his buffoonery.

'What's the matter?!' "Nothing." She crosses her tattooed arms. 'Could've fooled florian or anisa...not me.' "Please, like you care about my relationship. Every chance you get you flirt with them in front of me. Don't tell me you care. Now! Of all times!"

She hums.

'You.' "What?" She sighs. 'You, ya' dimwit. All they see is you. Not me. No other person like you. Because Mc is infatuated by you.'

He can't help but blush at that declaration. "It's not your business in the first place. You have no right...." At laugh escapes her, 'And you do...I mean what are you two doing fe. Cause I spent the last months trying to see if they where good enough for you...even with as much chaos and bullshit they went through to save you and stay by your side. It's understandable that they went into a spiral.'

He fixes his gaze past her with a pout. She hugs him without a second thought as well as his small grunt he lets out by surprise. He still doesn't push her away. "What am I suppose to do?" 'I do not know. But so help me Fe, if you let them go without a word or fight then you did it to yourself."

Late at night felix tosses in his covers with a huff and little to no plan in how to walk up to mc. Until the sunrise in which he makes haste to MC's bedroom with no regard for his sleep wear or the servants scurrying to aid him in his sudden morning walk. He arrives and knocks biting his lip.

His nerves are fully awake now. At the point when mc opens the door.

Their shocked to see their surprise guest or boyfriend in his night wear. Till he asks to come in with a nervous gaze. They nod and make room for him. 'Did you need something.' He pinches his nose. "Don't....do it do that MC." They cross their arms. " Do what? 'You know...No I-I absolutely did not want to come here to fight with you again. I came here to see if you wanted to discuss what we left unsaid."

Mc sits on the bed to rub their eyes. They heave a heavy sigh. 'Fine.'

"You walked away." 'I walked away.' "I can't speak for the both of us." 'I never once asked you too.'

He perks up, "I wanted to talk and you pushed me away. You are messy, delightful, charming, and marvelous in your own way. Yet, this...is not healthy. So, please tell me what's wrong.I don't want you to worry yourself to death."

'I worry! No matter the situation I can't help but worry!'

'You dead in my arms. Rime yelling at escell. You giving up and telling me to walk away.'

Tears start to spill with mc hugging their knees. Felix starts to rub their shoulders. "You've done enough. You are enough."

'I'm sorry I put you through hell.' "If you can fight a god off, simply a meltdown I can handle, my love."

Felix and MC snort and start to rant about their past few days. No one can say what else was said but nothings changed. Felix and MC are messy and imperfect in their own way.

Except, theirs always room for improvement.

[megatraven]

Medusa x MC Gangster!Medusa AU Snippet

"Agent."

She goes still, hands clenched at her sides.

"Yes?"

"Come here."

Reluctantly turning back to Medusa, she stands as tall as she can, refusing to show any weakness. The gangsters have been hounding her for weeks since she took on this case, each and every one plucking at her insecurities and throwing her name in the mud. Every one of them... except for Medusa.

And with her latest screw-up, that might be about to change.

No matter. She'll take Medusa's criticism head-on, even if she has to swallow it down with her own disappointment.

Head held high- because despite everything, her pride is still intact- she makes her way back to Medusa's side. All eyes are on her; Scylla's are piercing, and Charybdis' make her feel like a lamb in a den of wolves. The rest of them don't really matter, but she can feel their eyes all the same. She keeps her focus on Medusa anyways.

"What's-"

Medusa silences her with a look, and a few snickers break out among the other gangsters. Her face heats up, as does her anger, but if she's learned anything, it's that going off in a den full of monsters is a surefire way to get herself killed. Her fists tighten, nails biting into her skin.

"Your intel was bad."

"I..."

"Let me finish," Medusa snaps, voice cool. "Your intel was bad. But it gave us a rather important piece of information we've been missing."

Everyone is quiet.

She waits for Medusa to say something more, but the gorgon only stares her down. Waiting for her to speak. She realizes it with a start, and thinks back to everything that happened over the last couple of days.

"...There's a mole."

Medusa nods.

"That's right." Medusa finally tears her gaze away from her, looking out at her inner circle. "Someone at H.E.R.A. is working sides, and they're not on ours."

It's almost instant, but half the room pins her with their glares, the distrust that's already palpable between them growing. One even reaches for their gun, though she doesn't pull it out.

"Stop." Medusa eyes the woman, giving a sharp shake of her head. "It's not her."

"How do you-"

"It's not her," she says, more firmly.

It's not. But how does Medusa know for certain?

The gangsters relax, as much as they ever do, taking her word for it. No one is willing to argue the point with her; they respect her too much, and a disagreement here would surely lead to punishment.

"From this point forward, we're going to operate without H.E.R.A.'s resources." This is directed at her, Medusa's gaze on her once again. "Be careful about who you trust; don't give us the wrong information twice."

"Right. I won't."

There's no way she can know that she won't do it again, but her words seem enough for Medusa.

"Good." She looks out at the gangsters. "Dismissed."

Everyone gets up at once, filing out of the room except for Charybdis and Scylla, who stick around, whispering to each other. She starts to leave, too, when a hand catches her wrist, warm and strong.

"Not you."

"Boss-"

"No. You two, out."

Charybdis looks like she's about to argue- her and Scylla are the only ones that can and still get off scot-free- but Scylla pulls her away. She pouts, but goes, even if she throws one last look Medusa's way as the door closes behind her.

Now, it's just her... and Medusa. Alone.

It makes her nervous, and not for the reasons she should be.

The heat in her face is no longer there out of embarrassment, and it's hardly the only area growing warm.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Can you write a medusa x mc fic where she gets a bit of overprotecting when one of her daughters has a date?

Written by: Shy Anon

"He's clean, Medusa. The boy has straight A's, plays in the band, in a book club, and volunteers to help clean up the environment. He's an only child. His mother is a businesswoman and his father is a local shop owner. Kind kid from what I could dig up."

A deep exhale leaves my lips, but it does hardly anything to ease my nerves.

"Thank you, Scylla. Anything helps."

"Anytime. Let me know if you need anything else."

"I will."

Hanging up the phone, I pocket it and lean my back against the kitchen sink. My fingers drum against the stainless steel rim and I can't wait to get this over with.

"Everything is going to be fine, Medusa. We're just meeting him and their first date is in the garden. So, if anything does go wrong, we'll be right there."

The cookie pan clatters a bit as my lovely wife brings it out of the oven and onto the stove top. The sweet aroma fills the room from the baked goods, but her kiss is the sweetest good of it all. I hope she's right, which she is most of the time, but I still wished she could have let me buy that shotgun, just in case.

Today is the day that we get to meet Saffi's boyfriend, Luke. I've always regretted the day that my girls would start dating, but its a part of life and I must deal with it. Fifteen was the age that MC and I eventually agreed on to let the girls start dating, but trust me, I tried to push the age limit to thirty, but it was to no avail. Can't blame a mom for trying. The doorbell rings and I can't help but think of it as an alert for what's about to happen.

"I'll get it!"

"Saffi, maybe I should-."

"It's okay, mom, you get the tea, its about to go off any second."

And she's right. The kettle whistles as soon as the sentence leaves her mouth and she just smiles.

"Told you."

My lips lift slightly as she strides over to the door rather quickly in her new dress that her and her momma picked out just for the occasion. Here we go.

Saffi greets the young boy with a smile and a quick hug, careful not to crush the flowers and chocolate in his arms. The dark haired boy surrenders the gifts to her with a smile, before Saffi takes him by the hand and escorts him over to us.

"Momma, mom, this is Luke. Luke, this is my momma, MC, and my mom, Medusa."

MC and Luke happily shake hands with smiles; as for me, I do my best to send him one of my disapproving glares just to see how he'll react, but to my surprise, he greets me just as happily as he did MC. Celeste has already met him at their school, so she went to Charybdis's and Prime's house to hang out with them. She knew that this was big for all of us and didn't want to be in the way. "Especially, if things go wrong." She said. I smile internally at the joke, but my face stays neutral for the current situation.

"It's a honor to meet both of you. Saffi has told me many great things about you."

He pushes up his glasses with a smile.

"The feeling is mutual. Saffi loves to talk about you, doesn't she, Medusa?"

I simply nod. "She does, but we would like to know more about you."

"Of course." His blue eyes glint with excitement against my cold gaze.

"Alright, let's head to the garden."

Everyone agrees and we all head out. MC and I carry the food and tea as Luke holds the door for all of us.

"You have such a beautiful garden. Saffi has spoken about it quite a bit, but I can't express enough how magnificent it is in person."

I bite back a smile. Keep talking, kid, flattery will get you everywhere and so will manners. He pulls out the chairs for all of us and helps us sit. Keep it up.

After pouring everyone's tea, MC and I immediately get down to business to interrogate him... Well, mostly me. With every soft question MC asks, I automatically follow it up with a harder question. For instance, she asked

"What subject do you enjoy most in school?" and I followed with up with "Where do you see yourself in ten years?"

The looks I get from both of my girls maybe a little shocking, but I'm just being straight forward. Apparently, his favorite subject is math because not only is that where he first met Saffi, but because he likes to solve problems, which brings the answer to my question to being a potential therapist because he wants to help people solve their problems. Good answer.

He keeps answering all our questions with confidence and it doesn't falter once, even when we mention about what his intentions are with our daughter. By the way that Saffi is blushing, I can tell that we, but mostly I, am embarrassing her, but Luke doesn't seemed fazed at all. In fact, I believe he enjoys talking to us, especially, about his good intentions with Saffi.

"Well, I believe its time for them to go on their date alone, now. Come on, Medusa, let's go inside."

I sigh internally, but nod. As we stand up, Luke stands as well. Very proper.

"We'll be in the living room if you two need anything." MC smiles.

"Don't be afraid to ask." I say bluntly, but Luke just smiles and thanks us before we head in.

Slumping on the couch, I finally let out a sigh and MC wastes no time on aligning our bodies with one another to cuddle and turns on the TV.

"So, what do you think?"

Kissing the top of her head, I sigh again.

"I think I like him." My hand reaches for the remote and turns the volume down some. "But let's keep that and volume on the down low. I still need to play the intimidating parent role."

My lovely wife, giggles. "I agree, but he really is a sweet boy. I didn't indicate that he has no bad intentions towards her. If he did have any, I think Celeste would've given us a heads-up in advance."

I smile. "Yeah, she would've. So, I guess if he can get three Godly beings approval to date Saffi, he can't be that bad."

[wonder-falcon]

i love them so much i miss them

[fakeyellow]

🙋‍♀️ hello I have a crush on Scylla

[alexaplaysgames]

Title: You’re Lucky Olive You

Pairing: Felix Escellun x GN!MC (Last Legacy)

Rating: G

Summary: Felix really likes his olives.

Notes: Someone should really stop this Last Legacy rampage I’m on.

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When I wake, I am alone.

That, in itself, isn’t entirely strange. I know that Felix hardly ever sleeps at night; if one were to look up ‘night owl’ in a dictionary, they would find Felix’s face in place of a definition. I’m almost certain of it.

What is strange, however, is the faintest of noises that I can hear from my place amongst the bedsheets. Fathom Tower may be ancient, but I am (or, at least, I was) certain that it isn’t haunted. Although, given the mass murder that occurred here, it’s not like it’s unlikely.

But it almost sounds like someone humming .

I stare at the ceiling for a few moments before curiosity wins out over fatigue. I can’t help but wonder what that distant noise is. And besides, it’s probably time I force Felix to come to bed. That, or pick him up from whatever armchair he’d fallen asleep him and throw him over my shoulder.

I kinda miss him when he leaves, though I know he’ll always come back to me.

My sitting up in bed causes the wooden bed frame to creak, as do my joints and- no way. I am not getting old, I’m only in my twenties, for Pete’s sake! It’s just all the running around fighting villains and evil ex’s that has gotten me to this state.

With a huff, I throw on my robe and let my feet hit the floor. I definitely don’t yelp as I feel how cold the stone flooring is, nor do I stumble and accidentally stub my toe on the bed post.

No. Everything is going perfectly fine.

By the time I reach the door, I’m regretting ever having left the bed. I’m simultaneously wondering if this is all some odd dream. I throw open the wooden door, which also groans like a drunken sailor, before I step outside into the long hallway.

Fathom Tower is enormous, it’s winding corridors a maze in their own right. They all branch off into dozens of empty rooms that once housed the Starsworn. It makes the entire place feel quite eerie- it’s strange to be living in a building once home to a bunch of now dead people.

I pad along through the empty hallways, the slight slap of my bare feet echoing against the stone walls. All the while, I can still hear that faint humming, which I use to guide me.

As I traipse silently throughout the halls, I can’t help but wonder if the idea to seek out the strange noise was a bit idiotic on my part. I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that things like this are basically a prerequisite for a premature death.

Whatever .

I eventually follow the sound to just outside the pantry, where I pause for a brief moment outside the thin door. What kind of demonic presence hides out in a pantry, of all places? What is it doing, possessing the rice crackers?

I opt to push the door open carefully, hoping to get the jump on whatever waits inside.

It’s completely dark. The air inside the pantry is warm and stale.

Now that the humming isn’t muffled by walls and doors, I’m not longer at a loss as to who it belongs to. I’ve never heard Felix him before, but I’m absolutely sure that it’s his voice.

I snap my fingers. Light emanates from my fingertips. In front of me, a crash sounds. The humming stops.

“Hundred hells!” Felix yelps, from where I can now clearly see he sits on the counter. “Put that blasted light out, dearest, lest you blind someone.”

“Sorry!” I exclaim, dimming the light and simultaneously lowering my hand. As the light steadily nears the ground, I can see the source of the crashing sound from earlier.

Below Felix’s feet lies a shattered jar of what looks like olives. The olive juice runs along the grout in the tile floor. Felix looks downwards at the mess and sighs heavily, dropping his hand from where it had hovered in midair.

“Are those- olives?”

Felix gnaws at his lower lip. “Must you ask?”

“And you were just sitting here. Eating olives. In the dark.”

“An astute observation.”

“It’s 3 AM, Felix,” I chastise, and in the faint light I can still see his cheeks colour. “Why are you eating olives at 3 AM?”

A pause. “I d-do have a penchant for late-night snacking, I suppose.”

“You suppose?”

Felix groans, glaring at me from his position atop the counter.

“Don’t make that expression. Olives are a perfectly respectable choice of sustenance.”

I raise my hands in a gesture of peace. Felix’s shoulders slump as he exhales.

“Did you even eat dinner?”

Felix frowns. He responds by plopping the single olive he apparently had kept guarded in his hand into his mouth and chewing silently.

“And the humming?” I ask.

He looks startled, his eyes reflecting the glow of the light in my hand. “Oh. An lullaby Papa used to sing to Scylla and I. I hadn’t even noticed...”

I shake my head fondly, looking down at the mess still littered across the floor. “You certainly are bizarre.”

“P-pardon?”

“You’re weird, Felix. Very weird. Eating olives in the dark, believe it or not, is not what would be considered normal behaviour.”

Felix pouts. His flush darkens.

I reach for his hand and pull him off the countertop, guiding him towards me over the mess of glass and olives.

He looks at me with wide eyes, and I wrap my arms around him and kiss his cheeks.

“It’s okay. I love your weirdness very, very much. Now come on, it’s late. Time for bed.”

He snuggles his face against my shoulder and yawns. “But my olives-“ Felix mumbles into the fabric of my robe.

“Baby, we’ll get you more olives. And we can clean the mess tomorrow.”

“Hm. I suppose that’s reasonable enough,” he replies, still looking at the fallen olives as I tug him out the door.

“Come on,” I chuckle, “olives later. Right now, I’ll let you be my little spoon!”

It’s too dark to see Felix’s expression, but I can almost feel his faint smile in the dark.

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[prettiestvulcan]

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pairing: felix iskandar escullun x MC

rating: explicit

word count: 1435

warning(s): none

summary: a broken promise leads to fun in Blackthorn Hall’s library.

a/n: haha i'm back and it's a whole new fandom

He had promised to spend the day with her, to show her the mausoleum and the grounds of Blackthorn Hall. Instead, she finds them cooped up in the vast library, searching the shelves for something useful but finding nothing. A quick detour, he had said. Now, watching the sun dip below the horizon, this detour had been anything but quick.

She sighs, chin resting on her palm while her elbow rests on the edge of a mahogany table. The chair she sits on is wooden, uncomfortable and squeaks with every impatient shift of her weight. Felix, seated across from her, seems unaware of the noise or her discomfort. No, he has his nose buried in a dusty tome, grey eyes skimming the pages.

If she said she wasn’t disappointed, she would be lying. Still, watching him work, absorbed in it, is rewarding in itself. The concentration, the single-focus objective…. It would be untruthful to say it wasn’t a reward in itself. To watch him work is a treat. The glasses perched on the edge of his nose, his hair pulled back to expose more of his neck…. She finds it unbelievably attractive.

She perks up when he sets the book down with a sigh, hoping to have even a fraction of the attention he’s been giving these books all day. When the candles sputter to life, he blinks in surprise. His eyes slide to the window, spotting the darkness outside, before he turns to look at her with a bashful look.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I’ve kept us here all day.”

“It’s alright, she assures. It’s not, not really, but she’s fine with it. Watching him be so focused on these books was rewarding in its own way. “I like watching you work.”

A blush creeps across his face and he looks away, avoiding her gaze. He’s adorable. Even the slightest compliment has him turning red.

“Still,” he continues. “I made you a promise and I’ve broken it.” He scowls, the pink on his cheeks disappearing, and stares at the book in front of him like it’s personally wronged him.

She reaches across the table to place a hand on one of his, offering comfort. It’s not a big deal, not to her. They have an unknown amount of days in this place. He can show her around some other day. She tells him as much, watching color rise to his cheeks once more.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he swears and she doesn’t doubt it. She offers him a smile, one he returns.

“So,” she starts. “Want help looking through the stacks?”

He grins, nodding, and she follows him into the shelves once again. They tower above them, blotting out some of the light, leaving it darker than it was at the table. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust, but soon she’s also scanning the shelves for anything of interest. Most of the books in this section seem to be about different languages and cultures, but they might still find something useful.

She turns at the sound of his grunt, spotting him reaching for a higher shelf. He’s on his tiptoes, arm outstretched, but even so it looks as if he can’t reach what he needs. She watches him struggle a few minutes more before taking pity on him.

He makes a squeaking noise as she comes up behind him, using her few inch height differential to easily reach the book he needs. She feels him go rigid when her breasts cushion the back of his head. She wants to laugh, but thinks better of it.

“Here you are,” she lowers the book to him. He takes it with hands that shake only a little. She grins, knowing how embarrassed he gets, and decides to play a little.

She sweeps aside the hair that had fallen from his loose ponytail, exposing the side of his neck. She leans down to rest her head on his shoulder, pressing a delicate kiss to the mole just below his ear. He makes a choked noise, but doesn’t pull away.

“What are you doing?” He hisses, trying to appear annoyed, but the way he angles his head aside to give her better access is in direct contrast to his tone.

“Kissing you.” The answer is obvious, but she gives it anyway. She crowds him against the bookshelf, pressing more kisses up and down his neck. He shivers when she grazes her teeth along the shell of his ear.

“Really?” He’s breathless, but tries to keep up the facade of irritation. “We’re in the library! Anyone could walk in!”

“Like who?” She challenges, nipping at the junction where neck meets shoulder. “Scylla? You know she’d never step foot in here.”

“Papa might,” he counters. She smiles.

“Then you’d better keep quiet so no one finds us.” He looks ready to protest, but the words die on his tongue as she bites down. Instead, all that comes out is a strangled moan. “Shh,” she reminds him, snaking a hand up his shirt to rest on the flat plane of his stomach.

He uses his free hand to cover his own mouth, but it does little. She can still clearly hear every noise he makes, every gasp and groan he tries to muffle. She dips her hand lower to rest on a protruding hip bone, rubbing a thumb gently over it. He sucks in a sharp breath, dropping the book with a loud thud.

She pauses, taking a moment to listen for any footsteps. He’s shaking against her, whether from the fear of getting caught or the amount of stimulation; she isn’t sure. She feels a pang of guilt, wondering if she should take pity and move this to the bedroom. The decision is taken from her when he uses his newly freed hand to grab at her wrist, pulling her hand lower instead of away.

She grins, giving him exactly what he wants. She cups him through his slacks, giving a little squeeze, before going for the button and zipper on them. He puts up no protest, gripping the edge of a shelf with one hand. She pulls aside the flap of his underwear, letting his cock spring free.

“A-Ah!” He gasps, covering his mouth once more, as she wraps a delicate hand around him. It’s not the first time she’s touched him like this, but every time feels like the first. The excitement, the wonder, that little bundle of nerves in her chest that makes her want to give it her all.

She shushes him, mouth moving back to his neck. She gives him one long stroke, swiping her thumb along the already dripping head. He’s already so worked up, desperate for her touch, and she feels a swell of affection. He’s so beautiful, so wonderful. She wants to give him everything.

“Turn around,” she whispers. It takes him a moment, but he shuffles until he’s facing her. She takes his mouth in a sweet kiss, which he returns with just as much gentleness and affection.

“What are you doing?” He sounds panicked as she drops to her knees in front of him, taking him in hand once more.

“What does it look like?” She smirks up at him, before angling him towards her mouth. “Wouldn’t want to make a mess of the library.”

He gives an aborted whine as she takes him into her mouth, slapping a hand over his mouth once more. She wastes no time, as getting caught might very well be a real possibility. Besides, he’s so worked up she wants to give him everything he wants. So she twirls her tongue around him, pressing on the vein underneath, hollowing her cheeks. She gives him exactly what he’s wanting, what he deserves.

He squirms against her hold, panting against his hand. There are tears brimming in his eyes, overwhelmed with sensation. She watches the emotions flash across his face, watches his eyes close as it becomes too much. Feels him shake apart against the shelves, his hot cum spurting into her mouth.

She pulls back, taking a moment to show him what’s in her mouth before swallowing. He whimpers, his cock giving a futile twitch, before he’s sinking down to the floor. He reaches out for her, pulling her into a kiss. She’s sure her mouth must taste a little funny, but it doesn’t stop him.

“That was wonderful,” he compliments and it’s her turn to flush.

“You were wonderful,” she counters and his cheeks go pink. “I think today was a success.”

He grins, pulling her in for another kiss.

[desordres]

Can you please recommend some french rap/ trap?

Rap : IAM (Akhenaton, Shurik'n), Fonky Family(Don choa, Le Rat Luciano, Sat l’artificier) NTM, Sniper(Aketo, Tunisiano), Lunatic(Ali), Scred connexion(Aroun, Koma, Mokless, Morad, Fabe), Mafia K’1 Fry (113, Ideal J, Kery James, Rim’k, Mokobe, Rohff), Secteur A (Arsenik, Lino, Ministère AMER, Stomy Bugsy, Passi, Neg’ Marrons, Pit Baccardi), ATK, Sages Poètes de la rue(Zoxea, Dany Dan), La Cliqua(Rocca, Kohndo), X Men, Asssassin( Rockin' Squat), La rumeur, 2bal 2neg, Busta Flex, Oxmo Puccino, MC Solar, Psy4 de la Rime(Soprano), Georgio, Revolution Urbaine, Davodka, Demi Portion, El Matador, Guizmo, Hugo TSR, Keny Arkana, Lacraps, Dinos, LIM, Medine, Mino, Mister You, Nepal, Nessbeal, Orelsan, Gringe, REDK, Sefyu, Seth Gueko, Sinik, Swift Guad, Nekfeu, Alpha Wann, Doums, Deen Burbigo, Jazzy Bazz,Disiz, L'Or du commun(Primero, Swing, Loxley), Roméo Elvis, Panama Bende, Swatt’s, Lomepal, La smala(Senamo, Seyté,Rizla), Tekilla, Melan, Furax, LTF, Dadoo, Scylla, Vin’s, Kacem Wapalek, Lucio Bukowski, Aladin 135, Dooz Kawa, Lonepsi, Lautrec, Faycal,  Milk Coffee and Sugar, Hartigan, Moha La Squale, Rémy.

Trap : Larry, Maes, Gambi, PLK, Heuss L’Enfoiré, Josman, Caballero, JeanJass, Lasco, Freeze Corleone, Lord Esperanza, Youv Dee, Kalash, Booba, Sofiane, Damso, Gradur, Ninho, YG Pablo, Unseen, 4Keus, SCH, PNL, GLK, Landy, DA Uzi, Hornet La Frappe, RK, Laylow, Timal, Niska, Koba LaD, Leto, Kaza, ISK, Alonzo, Lacrim, Chily, Hos Copperfield, Zuukou Mayzie, Django, Osirus Jack, Lefa, VALD, L’artiste, Kalash Criminel, Columbine, Naps, Naza, Dosseh, Kekra, 13 Block, Jul, Hamza, Soolking, Siboy, DTF, Sadek, MZ, S.Pri Noir, Benab.

[idontknowwhatsarcasmis]

In honor of Memorial Day, could you write some headcannons about the AFK crew reacting to MC wanting them to join her family in honoring her fallen family member? Maybe it's her mother?

Fiiiirst and foremost, so sorry about taking this long.. I honestlyhaven’t been in a good place lately so writing was hard, buuut I’m gettingbetter! Thanks for the ask aaand hope you’ll be happy with this drabble! =)

PS: MC x Cyprin - alwaaaaaaaaaaays

P.P.S: MC’s mum will be just Agent M Lucas (since MC is Jane Lucas) so you can use whatever name you want!

xxxx

It’s that time of the year again. The time where everyone remembers theones that have fallen to make the world a better place. Like my mum. I take adeep breath before opening the door to Cyprin’s and mine living room.

My friends have already arrived. May sits next to Bruno, looking likeshe wants to come up to give me a hug. Josh sits on the couch next to them witha tight smile, Eryn by his side with her girlfriend Scylla, both giving meencouraging looks. Alex, my wonderful and beautiful partner, was just by thedoor, an extended hand ready to reach for mine. I take it gladly, drawing adeep breath before looking at my friends and family.

“Hey, thank you very much for being here today.” I startreciting the words I had been replaying in my head since morning. “I-Iknow mum was not a soldier from the military, but I think that what she did wasimportant, and I wanted to honour that. Honour her and her sacrifice… I reallyappreciate you all answering my call.” I let out the last few words with abreath, pausing for a second before focusing my eyes on all the faces in frontof me.

“She is a legend at HERA, Jane. We all know that we owe her alot!” May says, with a big smile. “Besides, she raised you bff,that’s enough reason to honour her to Olympus and back!” She finishes,drawing a quiet laugh from everyone in the room, including me.

“Jane, I must say I’m kinda honoured to have been in your list. Ididn’t meet your mum, but I know that she’s the reason I can keep my bar openfor humans, gods, godlings and godly monsters.” Erynsmiles at me. “So I say, let’s go pay our respects to your mum, and drinksare on me after!”

Josh just smiles at me.

“Let’s go say hi to mum.”

The trip to the cemetery is quiet, but not sombre. Though we come fromdifferent backgrounds, we are all here to honour someone who was loved andrespected. We aren’t mourners today. We are celebrating someone’s achievements.Still, through the whole journey, Alex only let my hand go when they reallyneed to use it, speaking encouraging words all the time.

As soon as I look up to the gates, my eyes start to water. Not becauseof what we’re about to do, but because standing there in front of those doorsare a lot of people. From human colleagues from H.E.R.A, to godly monsters thatI recognise such as Medusa, Cerberus, Chimera and Hydra, to two other peoplewhose sight make me gasp. Hades and Aphrodite stand there, ahead and a littleapart from everyone else, both with a small rose in their hands and a kind andemotional smile on their lips.

Not trusting my voice at all, I nod and try to smile at all of them, asAlex guides me by the hand to take the lead. Together, our group heads towardswhere my mum rests.

As I reach in front of the simple plaque, I take a moment to gather mythoughts. The others form a semi-circle around me. Josh to my left with May athis other side, and Alex to my right, their mum and Hades next to them.

Kneeling carefully, I deposit the flowers I had arranged on top of themarble stone. Taking a deep breath, I ready myself.

“Mum… we’re all here driven by different motives. Differentfeelings, but we all have one thing in common we’d like to say to you.” Ipause, feeling tears pickle at the back of my eyes. Alex’s hand finds myshoulder and the warm pressure keeps me going. “Thank you… for everythingyou did. For all you’ve taught me. J-just, f-for e-everything. I-I love you…andI-I m-miss you.” I break at that, tears flowing freely.

So much for celebrating, I think dryly as feel more than see both Alexand Josh kneeling down beside me, hugging me in support. I’m pretty sure theireyes are shinning as well, and I feel better about my lack of emotional controlon what I wanted to be a joyous occasion.

I feel a hand on my hair and looking up I see Aphrodite smiling sadlyand proudly at me. Her beautiful face is marred by a deep, old pain as sheplaces her flower next to mine, breathing a phrase in Greek that I can’t catchthe meaning of. After her goes Alex, their free hand extending their own roseto lay next to their mother’s. I can make out the soft Greek words that theywhisper; a soft thank you and a promise to keep working hard to protect allthat she had accomplished. Their eyes lock on mine at the end, and a soft blushrises on my cheek.

Josh goes after them, then Hades. May and Bruno follow, and so does everyoneelse. Soon, my mother’s grave is covered in beautiful colours of the mostdifferent flowers, and my ears still hear the soft words spoken by everyoneexpressing their gratitude. My heart fills at the sight and I can’t help thesmile that spreads on my face.

With another quiet thank you, I rise to my feet - hand once againstfirmly on Alex’s. I glance at everyone.

“Thank you. For taking making time and coming here with us.” Isay, smiling specially at the two Top Tier Gods. Knowing how busy theirschedule is, that they came here at all is a really big deal for me.

“I wouldn’t have missed it, Jane.” Aphrodite says, coming upto me to give me a kiss on the cheek and one on Alex’s forehead. “I’mafraid we must go now. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t!” She says with asmile and a wink. Hades nods towards us with a smile before they bothdisappear.

Taking a quick breath to calm the blush from my cheeks, I turn to Eryn.“Drinks?”

She laughs and throws a punch in the air. “Follow me folks! Let usmake a few toasts to finish off this day!” With light banter and an overalllight air, everyone start to fall behind her, excited to enjoy the rest of theday loosing up. I just look at all of them, a content smile on my face.

“I have a surprise for you, love. Before we meet up with everyoneelse.” Alex says, lips forming a nervous smile as we stay behind the groupthat is quickly moving to the Boar Back - Josh being dragged by an excited May.

Curious, I follow them. I’d follow them anywhere, no questions asked.Hand gripped tightly on theirs, I start to recognise the way we’re going. The destinationis clear: H.E.R.A.. The reason, though, is less so.

“Ahm… Alex, why are we heading to the office?” I ask, notreally able to keep myself from asking - guess that’s why I’m doing well as anfield agent.

I wasn’t expecting the blush that comes to their face, though I enjoy itnonetheless (they just look so cute when that happens).

“Alex?” I ask, confused.

“I-I just want to show you something that I had made… I’m not surei-if you’ll like it or not, so I thought I’d s-show you alone…” Theyanswer, stammering a little and not meeting my eyes.

Their words make me more confused as we walk through the main doors tothe entrance hall.

“Alex, if it’s something that you did, I very much doubt I’d notlike it.” I say softly.

By my partner’s expression, they don’t seem as sure of that. I shake myhead, amused and charmed by their worry, but before I can say anything else tocalm them, we reach the elevators, and they look at me expectantly. Furrowingmy eyebrows, I look at the wall.

A gasp leaves my throat, a sting in the back of my eyes threateningtears for the umpteenth time that day.

At eyes level, in the wall between the main elevators of the entrancehall of H.E.R.A. was a golden plaque that read:

                                                   Agent M Lucas

                          Invaluable Soldier ofHeaven and Earth

        May We Always HonourHer Memory by Doing What Is Right

My hand came over tocover my mouth as I took a shuddering breath, eyes glued to my mum’s name.

“…I… Is it toomuch?” Alex’s voice is small, and more nervous than I ever heard it. Gods,how could they not know just how amazing and precious they are?

Shaking my head, Ireach a hand towards theirs. They grasp mine in a firm hold, offering mecomfort and reassurance through that simple touch.

“It’sperfect.” I say under my breath, but by the gentle squeeze on my hand Iknow they heard it. “Thank you, my love.” I manage to look away fromthe sign to capture their eyes with mine, trying to show the gratitude I can’texpress with words.

They smile softly,face shining with the love I know they feel for me. “It’s nothing shedoesn’t deserve a thousand times over.” They say, stepping behind me andhugging me tight against their chest and we both look forward once more.“The gods themselves made it. With materials from Olympus. It’s a memoryfrom both of the worlds that she belonged to.”

Not trusting my voicenot to crack, I simply nod - the movement making the previous unshed tearsslide down my cheeks. I take a deep breath, drawing in the comfort of Alexbehind me. Closing my eyes, I offer my mum one last, silent prayer for today.

You’ll alwaysbe remembered mum. By many, for all you’ve done. Thank you…

[peachesandlesbians]

For the ask fandom shit, lovestruck

Favorite character: Helena FUCKING Klein! 

Least favorite character: Astraeus because he’s annoying and obsessive and creepy and his whole season is Not Good™.

5 favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Roshni x Mothman is pretty cute, Scylla x Eryn, Helena x MC, Medusa x MC, and Charbdis x Prime.

Character I find most attractive: Helena, Helena, Helena.

Character I would marry: Helena 10/10 (and Medusa).

Character I would be best friends with:Altea or Andi but I would probably end up with crushes on them, so. 

A random thought: Please don’t let Helena get fewer seasons than the rest of the L&L cast because she started later.

An unpopular opinion: … All men suck?

My canon OTP: Again, Helena x MC. 

Non-canon OTP: Persephone x MC. 

Most badass character: The one and only Aurora.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Joaquin x MC.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Nova. Her latest season was abrupt and out of character. She went from not wanting marriage to getting married in like two episodes. Her dislike wasn’t even mentioned and they could have done better.

Favourite friendship: Medusa and her gang.

Character I want to adopt or be adopted by: Can I be adopted by the Valentine gang, please? That would be fun (and dangerous).

Thanks for the ask!

Wanna sent another ask for the ask game? It’s right here!

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Long awaited to Sage fans. I'm sorry I lacked motivation. So I rewrote this piece of Gold. Here is "Explosive Party Night!" Sage x MC

Sweating bullets was dreadful, for you had wiped the sweat from your forehead for the millionth time that day. Distracting Sage was your main priority for the majority of the morning and mid-afternoon. Anisa and Tulsi decided to throw a surprise party for their beloved drunken feline. You were a bit sad you couldn't be there to help the Starsworn decorate the mess hall. Instead, you were grateful for your guy's friends to give your best boy a birthday he will never forget for the rest of his days. 

Smiling bright at his eager face waiting in line at the baker's stall, you giggle at his white tail swishing back and forth. He smiles with a blush nuzzling his head into your neck, as you stroke his white tuft around his soft ears. Then you notice that you two are the next to order pastries to share later on for his birthday outing. As sage is ordering your desserts and treats you've realized a stall next to you with familiar trinkets you seen beforehand….back on earth. Without hesitation your body moves to examine the trinkets and galore, from pure curiosity. 

A sultry voice snags your attention, "What a lovely sight. Oh my! Oh my!" You snap your head to a man clothed in a red plum suit coated with golden string. His face covered with white paint in the form of a skull covered in black and purple locks parted on his ride side of his ecstatic face.

"Care for a basket of strawberries? New seasonal outfits? Or a mickey voltage bag for a Disney fan?

"Pick your poison!" Flustered at the sellers' enthusiasm of his merchandise, you fail to comprehend the sly grin he holds. Tucking a hair behind your ear you chime, "No, thank you. Just with my partner to look about the market." A content sigh leaves him. "Special day, I presume." Nodding your head the man leans back on his heels to fully look at you. 

"The name's Sam!," he holds a hand out to you. Shaking his hand you introduce yourself as well. He tells you to wait for a second. Curious, you observe his stall a little more feeling nostalgia from his collection. "How about a perfect gift for a special person?!"

Lifting your head to his perky voice he presents a small violet box with a question mark indented on the lid. Perplexed by the significance of the tiny box you stare at him cautiously. He tsk under his breath. His dark irises sparkled for a mere second, "I can see you can't trust me. I get that, with all that's happened around these areas. I assure you, for I am a man of my word, I would never harm you." You were still on guard but took his word regardless. Even if, he tried anything you could handle whatever he attempt to do. 

Naturally, the salesman explains the box is to grant a wishful desire. You take a quick glance back at Sage in all his glory. He was chit-chatting with the baker with a bright toothy grin plastered on his marvelous face. You felt a shiver ricochet up and down your spinal cord. Turning to Sam you grab the tiny box and ask for the price. He nods licking his lips with a sparkle in his orifices, "Free."

Surprised, he begins,"I can see in your eye how much he means to you. And something tells me "you" aren't from here at all. So...as two coins of the same side...this one is on me." 

Thanking him over and over he gestures to Sage coming to your side. Hiding the box you hug his waist and muzzle into his warm chest. He laughs at your cuteness, "Did you miss me?! You stick your tongue out and he takes your hand to lead you home. You glance back at sam to leave him with a smile. But him and his stall is gone without a trace of lint or speck of dust. It leaves you shell-shocked. Your grasp in sage hand is deathly.

Soon you two arrive at the tower by sunset awaiting a surprise of a lifetime. It certainly leaves sage jaw-slacked and wide-eyed when Tulsi, Anisa, Ayanna, Azimuth, Scylla, and Florian scream surprise to him as he walks through the double wooden doors. 

Felix and Saaros wave at him from afar with a grin. 

And Elowen and Rime had hidden on each side of the doors from the inside on top of chairs with a bucket each of confetti. 

The entire hall is transformed with a red-painted banner that says, "Happy Birthday CatMan!" The curtains are swapped with red ombre curtains tied with golden ribbons. And red carpets lining the cobbled floor. Weapons line the bottom walls wrapped in red and black ribbons. With food and alcohol galore for Sage to behold. This man rubs his eyes a little because he says there's an eyelash bothering him. 

(Lier)

After a while, you grab the box with not so much as worry. But terrified curiosity. Recollecting "sams" words of the rule of the mysterious box leaves you numb. You think of a single desire in your mind and whisper it, and slowly open the box. "I desire my beau to see the bright side of things no matter the havoc," trembling the box is still as you open your eyes squinting. 

"Huh!?"...

…..?

*BOOM* *frizzle* *BAM*

Your heart jumps into your throat. Numerous colors blast out of the box in your hands dragging you around the room. At first everyone is stunned up till Elowen and Saaros try to grab your legs. No use. They're dragged too. In a panic Stella scampers underneath the table meowing and hissing loudly. 

Then glitter, balloons, candy, feathers, ribbons, sweet treats, and punch are popping out one by one out of this small fuckery of a present. 

Anisa and Scylla grab the carpet and lift it on both sides to catch you in a makeshift net. They tumble being lifted off their feet by you. Sage grabs a shield and Felix and Rime combine their magic to maximize the size for you to knock into. You all just clash into a bog pile. 

Moans of pain echo within the torn-up mess hall. A disastrous sight presents itself as you are on top of sage groaning while rubbing his head. The box in your hand is dying out with it spitting out a gold coin. With a Mickey mouse stamped on both sides. Figures.

Disappointed, in yourself for ruining your sweetheart's party and hurting your comrades makes your heart drop. Then slowly you hear fits and giggles underneath you. 

Florian is above you all holding Stella to calm her with coo's. Azimuth pulls you up first during you off. You look down shocked to see everyone laughing their asses off till tears spill. Getting up and asking if they were okay was a doozy. 

Elowen and Tulsi are patting your back hike clutching their stomach. Anisa is scolding you but can't keep a straight face. And Felix, Rime, and Scylla are doubling over each other to stand up while their cheeks are fully red. Sage is still stuck to the floor. He has the armored arm shielding his eyes away from you.

You kneel to him, " I'm SO sorry my love. I'll make it up to with another party." You lean in. He bursts out laughing starting you a little. In his loudest booming voice he declares, "Do it again!"

P.S. still working on Felix and MC friendship to lovers trope.

What should I type next? I was thinking of Last legacy as parents. Or for persona 3 fans....here me out.... (Aigis, Ryoji, Sho, and Elizabeth go on a journey to get Minato back. Friendship trope.) Or do you want arcana? Twisted wonderland? Obey me?

[megatraven]

probably one of my favorite things in medusa’s route is how like all the other monsters are lowkey afraid of Medusa bc she could totally whoop their asses...... and how that eventually extends to them fearing/respecting MC bc Medusa will 100% hold a grudge if someone hurt her and MC is the only thing that gets in between them and gives them another chance. but more than that- MC isn’t helpless herself, and even though she’s human, the monsters end up realizing she could whoop their asses too, and it’s really just the cherry on top

so like Charybdis and Scylla? they fucked up big time for sure in season 1, and though Medusa lets them come in for a quick talk, she makes them ask MC for forgiveness- and they do! they address her directly. from then on, it’s full respect to her

then there’s Euryale and Stheno. Euryale almost killed mc, and they both aided Echidna in kidnapping mc multiple times. Medusa wasn’t going to have Any part in dealing with them again, but MC gives them a chance, sees that they really need help, and encourages Medusa to give it to them. her sisters 100% didn’t expect MC to be the one to listen to them. and in the end, MC even invited them both to her and Medusa’s wedding, despite all the bad blood between them in the past.

not to mention Prime!!! she goes out of her way through Medusa’s season 3 to taunt MC and call her Hera (against her wishes) and shit, thinking MC is entitled and weak. but at the end of it, she apologizes to MC and acknowledges that MC could have fucked her up just as much as she did Typhon.

the respect they have for MC......... knowing that if MC is going to fight, Medusa will fight with her........

EVEN THE GODS!!! Even the gods feel similar!

MC tells them straight up that if they force Medusa to become queen of the monsters, that she’ll choose Medusa over them! That they’ll lose Hera! She said that right to their faces!!!! 

and so of course, the gods didn’t force Medusa to do it at all. 

AND!!!!

and, okay, obviously Medusa respects and loves MC a Lot. But I have to point it out, how Medusa takes on her role as gang leader again in Scylla’s absence... and how she does it because she’s afraid that she won’t be strong enough alone to save MC if the gods (namely Zeus) choose to fight for Hera

MC blows up about it, about how she doesn’t trust her to fight together, to protect Medusa as well as Medusa protects her. And then at the end, she defeats Typhon, defends the ENTIRE PANTHEON (plus the monsters gathered) from Typhon’s strongest attack. she saves them all. she protects them.

when Medusa realizes it, the awe she feels, the respect she has for her fiancée.....

yea

MC earns and deserves the respect of all her monster friends :) she is very strong and i love her

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

can you write a Medusa x mc fic or drabbles on how the twins prepares for Mother's day or one of their parent's birthday?

On the run-up to Mother's Day, Saffi and Celeste were extraordinarily prepared; presents had been purchased in advance, and a giant card had been constructed.

This was an event very few arguments were held over, knowing that the sole focus was their mothers. However, that doesn't mean to say that there weren't any bumps along the way.

When it came to designing the card, which was far taller than both of them, the pair deliberated over which pictures to draw.

In the end, their squabbling drew the attention of Medusa, and with Celeste's quick thinking, Saffi had time to hide their unfinished masterpiece.

Thankfully that scare put them straight and together they chose to incorporate both ideas to create a card bursting with love.

Getting presents, now that was the hard part. Using their aunts Eryn and Scylla as a guise, the twins got to go into the city with specific items in mind; each had been written on a crumpled list that Saffi clutched in her small hand.

Putting their money to good use, the two got what they came for, ranging from cookbooks to mugs, and even a little something special that their aunts contributed to.

With envelopes sealed and gifts neatly wrapped in paper, the girls awoke early, determined to get a head start on breakfast.

The commotion in the kitchen was what undoubtedly stirred their mothers from their sleep. Although the whirlwind of chaos the pair were confronted with, evoked nothing but fond smiles.

Despite being somewhat covered in flour, both adults embraced their daughters, who laughed and squirmed in an attempt to escape, eager to show them all that they had done.

Hint the present their aunts helped with were matching necklaces. A set of lockets with charms within, each depicting the Aura each member possessed, this certainly did not fail to bring tears to both Medusa and MC’s eyes. 

Each Mother's Day was similarly spent, showering their mothers with gifts, breakfast in bed and affection without fail.  

[tontoncause]

10 assists pour mes confrères #01

Au hasard. Parce que je suis sympa. Parce que notre scène nationale est riche. Parce qu’on oublie souvent de jeter un œil dans le rétro. Parce que je veux être positif. Parce qu’il y a des découvertes à faire. Parce que j’aurai de quoi remplir cette rubrique très longtemps. Si tu n’es pas dans la sélection ce coup-ci, ça sera peut-être pour la prochaine. Ya beaucoup beaucoup d’autres artistes que je kiffe artistiquement et/ou humainement. Voilà que je me soucie déjà de ceux qui pourraient se sentir oubliés alors que je distribue 10 assists de façon désintéressée… Fucked up. Sur un vieil album de Different Teep de ma jeunesse, Rocé rappait « Je te respecte si tu me respectes, OK mais qui commence ? ». Cette line m’avait super marqué. J’en ai fait une espèce de devise. Beaucoup n’ont pas envie de donner tant qu’ils ne reçoivent pas. Certain n’ont pas envie de donner même s’ils reçoivent. Je n’ai pas envie de réfléchir comme ça, de tenir des comptes. Je m’efforce donc d’être curieux, d’être un soutien dans la mesure du possible, de « faire ma part » comme dans la fameuse histoire du colibri. Et pas seulement pour mes potes. Je n’attends rien, je n’espère rien, je ne demande rien. Y’avait un truc qui faisait « Peace, Unity, Love and Havin’ Fun », c’est bien de s’en rappeler de temps en temps…

  CLICKEZ SUR LES TITRES POUR ACCEDER AUX LIENS 

De Puta Madre – Trippin’ Tranquilo

Une Ball Dans La Tête est le premier classique du Rap Belge, le premier « vrai » album aussi. 1995. À l’époque, je ne captais pas vraiment le délire même si j’aimais les beats. Il m’a fallu un peu grandir avant de rentrer dans le flash Rien A Branler. Une fois qu’on a trouvé les clés pour apprécier ce joyeux bordel, on se marre bien. Une sorte d’ouverture du troisième œil. Respect éternel aux tontons !

Sanzio – Mille Et Une Vies

Titre extrait de l’excellent 9 titres (et 9 clips !) du même nom. J’aime quand les rimes sont finement ciselées, quand l’auteur a de la finesse, quand les placements sont complexes et le champ lexical large. J’aime qu’en même temps on sente que ça sort des tripes. Sanzio ne triche pas, est brut de décoffrage, n’est jamais aussi bon que dans ce genre d’exercice. Il a des choses à dire et est capable de bien les dire. Le beat de John Z est le support parfait pour ça.

Scylla ft Convok, B-Lel, 13Hor, Kaz Robio, Sidéral, ZA, Psmaker, Rival et Gandhi – BX Vibes

Malgré tout le respect que j’ai pour le gars et son taf dont je ne nie aucunement la qualité, Scylla c’est pas trop mon truc. Peu importe. Ce track était un événement et représente à mon sens un moment décisif de l’histoire du rap belge. Il a certainement participé à planter la graine de la révolution qui a suivi. Les MCs présents sont fidèles à eux-mêmes et passent au-dessus de certaines inimitiés, conscients que comme le dit la devise de notre petit pays : « l’union fait la force ». C’est à partir de là que nous avons osé être fiers de notre identité, la revendiquer, voir à faire gentiment dans le chauvinisme.

James Deano Rizla Caballero Nekfeu Seyté Alpha Wann Jeanjass - freestyle give me 5 prod.

L’air de rien, autre moment historique qui représente un peu le point de départ d’une nouvelle ère selon moi. Je jouais avec Dope ADN dans le même festival (l’Inc’Rock) ce jour-là. Notre concert s’était magnifiquement passé et on festoyait sauvagement pendant que d’autres avaient l’intelligence de bouger leurs pions sur ce grand échiquier. Tonton Deano fait un peu le grand frère et prend tout le monde par surprise comme à son habitude puis la jeune garde (les visages ont déjà fameusement changés !) croise le fer avec la nouvelle génération de kickers frenchies et la regarde droit dans les yeux. Ils enfoncent les portes et ne veulent pas d’un moment avec des français connus mais bien se faire une place parmi eux. Le début d’une croissance exponentielle.

Bilal Benjany – Cellule Grise

À Verviers et chez les initiés, on appelle ça un classique. Bilal Benjany est un incontournable de la scène de chez nous et ce track est parfait. Putain de beat et de scratches de Sauzé + Bilal qui livre son vécu sans fard, sans glorification stérile, sans oublier de soigner la technique et la plume pour autant. Ce morceau est encore plus touchant quand on connait personnellement le gaillard. 

Aral et Sauzé – Ils Sont Mon Enfer

Extrait de leur album marathon Connection (presque 40 plages pour la version longue !) dont une chiée de tracks ont été clipés. Un travail super ambitieux qui compte de nombreuses réussites dont celle-ci. Un de mes morceaux préférés du duo et un de leurs clips les plus mortels. Track conceptuel/à thème bien traité et grosse prod aux couleurs Rock qui frappe fort. L’interprétation est juste, la folie contenue se ressent. L’enfant mort a grandi et se porte comme un charme, ni trauma ni maltraitance, rassurez-vous !

Exodarap – Jacowolf

Ce très joli morceau a été un élément déclencheur dans le lancement de cette petite rubrique. Prisonniers de l’actu fraîche, on regarde trop rarement dans le rétro. Habitué au JJ 2k18, j’ai voulu réécouter quelques sons de son trio originel, Exodarap. Que de perles ! Les autres me manquent, Raf en tête que je trouve hyper sous-estimé. Si je peux aimer les délires « egotrip pour du rire » et les gros tracks pour s’ambiancer, j’apprécie particulièrement quand JJ glisse pudiquement quelques éléments plus perso. J’aime aussi beaucoup les prods Jazzy avec apports de leur trompettiste Vin’s comme celle-ci. Les clips – même sans trop de moyens – sont toujours assez soignés et celui-ci marquait un passage au niveau supérieur. La professionnalisation était en marche…  

Za – Bomaye/Soundboistyle

Za a le talent, la plume, le charisme, l’attitude, la personnalité, le respect de ses pairs mais il lui manque ce qui m’a toujours manqué aussi cruellement : une équipe efficace. Les bonnes personnes pour le faire monter au sommet en lui fournissant un emballage et un accompagnement pros. Les mecs qui ont pris du poids et pouvoir devraient miser sur lui. C’est un bawse. Une espèce de Cam’ron/Dipset mixé à du The Wire mixé à du X Men (Ill-Cass-Hifi), le tout à la sauce bruxelloise. Il brille comme un ricain. Il peut même répéter « dans la partie » 50x sur un son dancehall et que ça tue quand même.

Syrax – Moral A Ras Du Sol

On est peut-être 32 à se souvenir de Syrax. À l’ère des mixtapes sur cassettes, il est apparu quelques fois et faisait systématiquement partie de mes préférés. Je n’ai jamais vu sa tronche mais au micro, il avait un putain de style. Spleen et Rue avec une technique en avance sur son temps, nonchalance et charisme. Ce morceau n’est peut-être pas son meilleur et a vieilli mais c’est chaud de trouver ses trucs sur Youtube. Je le poste aussi parce qu’il est extrait de la mixtape Voix Sans Issue pilotée par des gens de chez moi : Lunik et Oras (RIP). Toute une époque, le début de Verviers sur la carte et des bruxellois jusque dans nos murs, révolution ! Si quelqu’un a du Syrax dans ses archives, qu’il n’hésite pas à faire signe !

Invaderdz – Hip Hop Nonante

Invaderdz me manquent, Béhybé se fait trop rare. Il y a plein de morceaux à eux qui nécessitent de mobiliser tout son cerveau pour tout capter. C’est généralement (semi-)conceptuel, hyper dense, avec des sonorités pas catchy, des références obscures, une certaine fascination pour le triste et le glauque. De quoi me ravir quand le délire n’est pas poussé trop loin mais pas le groupe le plus facile d’accès pour le commun des mortels. Ce track fait un peu exception. La prod sans chichi est hypnotique, les passages chantonnés réussis et accrocheurs (alors qu’avec les parties chantées de Béhybé, ça passe ou ça casse chez moi), les couplets pour une fois facilement intelligibles. Je suis assez sensible à la (bonne) nostalgie, surtout quand elle évoque un espace-temps que j’ai connu. Ce track touche une petite corde sensible à chaque écoute, il m’émeut de façon diffuse, me rappelle quand on était juste quelques barges... Je l’avais oublié jusqu’à ce que Sixo ait la bonne idée de me rappeler son existence il y a 2-3 ans.

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