JUST FINISHED LISTENING TO THE NEW CRANE WIVES ALBUM. HOOOOOOLY SHIT. THAT WAS INCREDIBLE. time to ramble about each song because i can <3 lalalalala
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Scars:
Listened to this one the second it was officially released, so i've had some time to listen to it !!!and . ough. its so good. i love when the crane wives make angry songs <3 really REALLY happy that they've incorporated violin into their newer songs too. the subtle shriek halfway through, the buildup near the end....GRAH (and i know they did on past albums but tbh they did not include them Enough. i love the violin <3)
Bitter Medicine:
another one that was released ahead of the full album! also very good. reminds me a lot of the queen of nothing, mainly because of "someone take my keys im in no shape for driving" vs "stop the car, i wanna get out". and the AH AH OH AH OH'S NEAR THE END. YES !!! THEYRE SO FUN TO SING ALONG WITH I LOVE THEM. and the instrumentals. GRAAAAAH !!! the electric guitar (?) at the end is AMAZING.
Higher Ground:
right off the bat i loved the instruments. and then when they start singing? INCREDIBLE. the vocals for this one are so so so good. like im actually in love with them, especially the first "should i head for higher ground". and its also like. very upbeat and fun. it makes me want to run around and just get myself Moving somehow. AND THE SUBTLE STRINGS IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE SONG BUILDS UP!!! i love the plucking, it so. hrgahgrhahghr. and once again. THE VIOLIN. I LOVE THE VIOLIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Predator:
i came into this song expecting something similar to the hand that feeds, so it was MUCH different than i anticipated! and honestly, i love it so much?? the guitar...? whatever funky instrument thats all wobbly is. sounds so fun. and i love the vocals so much they scratch at my brain. THE CLAPPING TOO. ITS SO FUN. another one that makes me want to get up and run around or dance <3
Say It:
i was excited for this one! my friend heard it live and absolutely loved it, so i'd heard a lot about it going in. its a lot calmer than i was expecting but ohhh its so good. "please dont leave me in the dark, praying for a wayward spark" augh. ough. gruahgrh. "IF YOU COULD WOULD YOU ERASE ME. ERADICATE ME FROM YOUR MIND." RAAAAAAHHHH.
Mad Dog:
another song i heard good things about! i was expecting something high energy and BOY did it not disappoint. obsessed with the pace of the beginning vocals, they sound like so much fun to sing i cant wait to learn the lyrics. AND THEN. THE CHORUS!!! OHHHH. THE ECHOES OF RUNNING AND COMING. IM GONNA EXPLODE. THEY SCRATCH MY BRAIN SO WELL. and the funky instrument in the back that i think is maybe a guitar but i cant tell....its so good and funky and oh my god i love the crane wives. honestly, this is probably one of my favorites of the album. its so good. i need to tear something apart with my teeth
Arcturus Beaming:
i heard this song live back when i went to their concert in april, and oh my GOD. genuinely this song changed me i think. it rearranged my atoms. it means so much to me i literally love this song, even if the instrumentals arent my favorite out of the rest of the album i cannot put it any lower than my absolute favorite. THERES MORE TO LIFE THAN SUFFERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time Will Change You:
and this song. right off the bat its INCREDIBLE. the steady beat in the back. the guitar. the vocals. and just . the general Vibes. AND THEN. AND THEN !!!! THE STRINGS. HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE STRINGSSS. THE SECOND I HEARD THEM I LOST MY MIND. they are SO pretty and THIS is exactly why i wanted the crane wives to use strings in their songs more. they include them SO well. AND AUGH. THE INSTRUMENTAL HALFWAY THROUGH....AND THE VOCALS BEHIND IT....AND AGAIN!!! THE STRINGS !!!! this is SUCH a pretty song and it blew me away the first time i listened to it
Black Hole Fantasy:
i wasnt entirely sure what to expect going into this song so i was a bit surprised by the introduction- and then it just kept getting better. right off the bat it reminded me of arcturus beaming, and then the general story of the song.... just. the feeling of aching so desperately for a better life, but being afraid to take that first step because you dont want to face the risks that come with it..... i genuinely almost cried listening to it, especially as the song began to ramp up. the fantasy of taking that chance but still being afraid. AND THEN. AND THEN!!!!! "AND NOW SHES LAUGHING, AND ITS KILLING ME THAT I CANNOT SEE WHATS MAKING HER LAUGH FROM WHERE IM STANDING." AND THE SUBTLE BUILD UP OF STRINGS IN THE BACK AS THE SONG RAMPS UP FURTHER. AND YOU FINALLY TAKE THAT CHANCE, TAKE THAT FIRST STEP. AAUEUEUAGHHHH. GOD!!!!!!!!!!
Red Clay:
going into this song, i was expecting something with the vibes of the icarus or keep you safe, and i wasnt disappointed!!! BUT BEFORE I COULD REALLY PROCESS THE BEGINNING, I GET COMPLETELY BLIND SIDED BY SOMEONE OTHER THAN EMILEE OR KATE SINGING. im not entirely sure who it is, my best guess is dan, but its so so good. something about red clay is so specifically nostalgic for me, and for it to play right after black hole fantasy just. completely destroyed me/pos this song is so so pretty. i love it so much.
River Rushing:
AND IMMEDIATELY IM HOOKED. again, i expected something high energy/upbeat like sleeping giants- and while its not the exact same, its similar, and i LOVE IT. the vocals are probably my favorite part, especially the backing vocals. BUT OH MY GOD THOSE HIGH NOTES. THEYRE SO GOOD. a VERY strong ending for the album, which i absolutely adored
and thats every song!!!! god i love the crane wives. im going to listen to this album on loop until each song is burned into my brain okay bye
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more autistic little mike……. please im begging.. Begging..
ANONNNN why are you me. autistic and little mike are such important headcanons to me so here are some thoughts on how his autism would interact with his littlespace >< also this isn’t really an x reader. there’s no mention of the reader at all. just pls let me be autistic about mike ok
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• his depression has caused him to fall out of love with a lot of his hyperfixations and special interests so being little feels like the only time he can really indulge in them
• with the help of people on here, i landed on some special interest headcanons!!! i think he really liked legos and airplanes when he was younger so that translates over to his littlespace
• vanessa finds the airplane that garrett had when he went missing and gives it to mike. he cries for a while every time he sees it but he grows used to having it around and plays with it when he’s little
• he also gave up his legos to abby when he thought he aged them out. but she does eventually figures out about his age regression and sneaks the box of them into his room one day
• along with his airplane and legos, he also draws and watches cartoons. he draws so many planes and could definitely specifically name the ones he draws. he read a book when he was young and just never forgot them
• I FORGOT ABOUT DREAMS. dreams are definitely one of his special interests and that translates over to littlespace too. he’ll always draw scenes from his dreams right after waking up from one. he thinks they’re super cool (or sometimes really scary) and he just has a huge collection of his dream art
• also like i said in my first little!mike post, i think he allows himself to stim more when he’s little. he represses it as much as he can when he’s working or with other people but when he feels safe enough to be little, he feels safe enough to stim too
• his stims are more tactile than anything; his hands always have to be doing or touching something. he flaps them when he’s excited or just doing something stimulating in of itself.
• he also rocks a lot, either on his feet or just his entire body. and this is a stim that helps him feel better when he’s having a meltdown or breakdown too
• speaking of meltdowns, they don’t happen too often because he Hates feeling weak. but they do occur when he’s little more often than not.
• (self harm mention and description here) it’s not like the happiest headcanon but I think he punches himself and bangs his head against walls when he’s having a meltdown. it’s sort of a stim but also self harm because he feels like he deserves it
• he doesn’t regress to too young, maybe around 10, so he knows what he’s feeling and he’s aware of why he’s feeling it so he’s just not always a happy little. but that’s okay
• he doesn’t have a lot of sensory issues tbh? when too many things are happening at once, he can feel overstimulated but it’s not often. he prefers the dark but doesn’t mind brightness. he doesn’t mind something that’s loud but he does get scared by a loud noise easily, but he can handle things like concerts. he’s kind of a picky eater and does get autistic about certain food (like having a comfort food or eating something once every day)
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this kinda turned into me rambling about autistic mike sorry HAHHAHA I told y’all he was important to me. Anyway. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed <3 I have a lot of requests that might take me a bit to get around to but they’re still open and always welcome
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rockstar. ☆ ( dmc3 ) dante
☆ tags - fem!reader, use of petnames, not rly rough? maybe kind of, rockstar 3dante is so sexy, you both fuck in a bathroom sorry, unprotected sex, dirty talk, no plot..
☆ wc - 2.4k
☆ a/n - i saw this art of dante as a guitarist and my brain short circuited tbh. hes so sexy :( sorry im only writing for 3dante but im also not bc the lack of 3dante smut is criminal !! anyway. enjoy or dont. i run out of ideas fast so nvr forget request are open -_- and it doesnt just have to be dmc.. im open for whateva! also not proofread i wrote this at like 2am gn
☆ synopsis - you’ve been a big fan of a certain rock band, fixated on the lead guitarist: dante. when you arrive at the concert, you get to see said guitarist, and maybe receive more from him.
Dante’s been touring around the country for a while now. It’s no surprise he’s the latest heart throb, with his long hair— which is also the color of snow, and his beautiful blue eyes which would capture the entire audience. His guitar skills are no joke. Honestly, he’s probably more popular than the band itself. Dante and his band had arrived in tour state, and you bought tickets for the concert just in time, all while thinking up a plan to meet him. And maybe get him in bed.
You’ve been telling your friends about this for months now, how you’ll meet him at his tour bus, looking all cute— and he couldn’t refuse you. At least, that’s how you’d hope it play out. He was around your age, anyway. And guys like him are always desperate for something. Being a rockstar like him, with no breaks, just making music and not even getting to go home to someone you love must be exhausting.
You make yourself sad thinking of it, so you stop, instead focusing on how pretty he is. Your small radio plays their songs and you hum along as you apply your makeup.
It’s been about an hour deciding on your outfit- - so you put on a black mini skirt with black sheer stockings, and some black arm sleeves with small opaque roses sewn into them. Your nails are painted red, Dante’s favorite color.
At least— that’s what he said in an interview. His brother, Vergil, liked the color blue. They are twins, you suddenly remember. But both their voices are so different from each other and so is their clothing.
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Your friend picked you up around 8pm, just thirty minutes before the concert. The night chill hits you and your uncovered skin erupts in goose bumps. Luckily you aren’t waiting too long before hopping in your friend’s car. She beams at you, excitedly babbling about the band, even more excited over the fact that you’ll both get autographs from the band members. You’re just as excited, except not only excited for the concert and autographs, but for your little plan as well. At least— If it all works. Hopefully Dante won’t think you’re some creep and put a restraining order on you. The though itself freaks you out.
Upon arriving, you and your friend breeze through the line, not bringing any bags. Besides— what for? You kept your cards in your pockets just so you could buy some water. You’re both hopping together in excitement, making your way into the venue, hurrying to your assigned seats. Unfortunately neither of you had the money to get into the mosh pit.
Red and blue lights flash— and your eyes are fixed on the guitarist. God— he’s totally gorgeous. His guitar is so cool too. Now you dance and basically scream to their songs, holding your friends hand, and singing into each others faces.
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It’s been about three hours, you feel exhausted from dancing and jumping, but the adrenaline rushes into your body when everyone starts rushing towards the autographing area. You pull your friend along, holding her hand tight so you don’t lose her. The unfortunate thing is, even if you do get his autograph, you’ll have to wait til everyone clears out so you can get Dante alone.
The line moves faster than you expected, everyone squealing and buzzing with excitement once they received an autograph. Dante’s all smiles, spinning his pen in one hand, and chatting away. Strands of hair have fallen over Vergil’s head, his cheeks are flushed, but he smiles.. Well, he kind of smiles. Just based off of interviews you’ve seen with him in them, he doesn’t seem to be the friendliest person. That’s alright though, you aren’t here for him.
You’re starstruck when you finally arrive up to Dante, your confidence draining— but you won’t stand there stunned. No, instead, you lean forward so he could get a good view of your cleavage. His mouth dries up, now he’s nervous, trying not to stare directly at them.
“I’m, like, your biggest fan, Dante. Can you sign right here?” by ‘here’ you mean your breasts and Dante chuckles nervously, a rosy color blossoming on his cheeks.
“Yeah—! ‘Course, babe.” if he hadn’t been so shocked by your confidence— and boobs, then maybe he would’ve been up for more conversation. After all, he’s still hormonal, and doesn’t really get any action, despite what everyone thinks.
Another hour goes by and you’re still sitting close to where Dante and the others are seated, kicking your legs and sipping on water, while your friend has her head resting on her arms— probably asleep. Then the line is gone, and they’re all wrapped up. You gently wake up your friend, softly telling her she should go home, and you’d get a cab back to your place. She reluctantly agrees, raising an eyebrow at your suspicious attitude, but she’s too tired to prod.
Dante’s leaning back against a wall, drinking from a water bottle that he pulled out from their cooler. Vergil’s gone, maybe using the restroom, or he just left. You take deep breaths, inhale, then exhale. Sauntering over to the guitarist, you gently grab his hand, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
“Oh— Hey, pretty girl. Didya need something..?” you didn’t expect him to be so shy, especially not when he’s up on stage, screaming and running around, playing his guitar like there’s no tomorrow. Maybe he’s just not good with talking to people who are interested in him.
“Yeah, I do.. I need you, Dante.”
“Like— right now?”
“Uh-huh. Can you show me what else your hands can do?”
“Damn, yeah, yeah— sure. Not out here though,”
You smile at how he’s nearly breathless, squeezing your hand and pulling you away, off towards a one person bathroom. His grip is so tight that it almost hurts, but you chalk it up to him simply being desperate. It’s 1:30 am and you’re surprised you still have the energy to even move. Dante holds you close to his chest and backs up from the door before slamming it shut, fiddling with the lock. You’re leaning against the sink, watching him struggle- he’s so cute.
He looks so tense, his jaw tightened, but you’re up next to him again. Dante audibly swallows, leaning down so he could kiss you, captivated by you. You’re a siren and he’s a foolish sailor who’s answered your call. Or.. Maybe he’s not foolish. Just horny.
“Can I show you how much I like you, Dante?” you hum sweetly, and he only nods in response. Wherever this newfound confidence came from— you have no idea. Now finally, you can get with him. Even if it’s in a public restroom. It’s pretty clean though, so you’re fine with it.
You’ve lowered yourself onto your knees, looking at Dante with doe eyes, and suddenly he’s fumbling with his belt buckle. His eyelashes are as white as snow, just like his hair, baby blue eyes watching you— watching him. It feels like an eternity when he finally gets the damn buckle un-buckled, then he’s unbuttoning his jeans, his thumb now pressed on his zipper. The satisfying sound of the zipper being pulled down makes you wet. He smells really good, too. You palm him through his bright red boxers, smiling to yourself at the color choice, then tugging them down enough to free his cock.
His fingers are trembling and then he clenches his fists, your crimson colored nails catching his eyes, watching your hand pump him slowly. Dante moans softly, eyes half lidded, his toes curling in his boots. He thinks you’re gorgeous, and how he probably looks like an idiot with the way he’s uncharacteristically silent.
But he won’t be silent for long, not when you’ve wrapped your lips around his cock, your tongue rubbing along the underside of his shaft. The few veins on his cock that are pumping blood to his pretty pink tip throb when your tongue glides across them, and Dante groans, one hand instinctively reaching to hold some of your hair.
He tilts his head back until it hits the door, and you start to bob your head faster, making sure to breathe through your nose. He’s so big that you keep gagging when he hits the back of your throat, but you close your eyes, only focusing on him. You want to remember this.
“You don’t.. don’t have to— Oh, god,” Dante has to remember that the staff are still out there, and maybe his own band mates. This is not how he expected his night to go, honestly, he expected to get into the tour bus and read some porn mags and maybe try and quietly jerk off in his bunk.
He cums faster than he wanted to, trying to think of something else, but he’s embarrassed now. On the other hand you swallow it all, or, most of it. A bit of it leaks from the corner of your mouth and Dante inhales sharply, using his thumb to wipe it off, his chest heaving.
“You’re so pretty,” he sighs, tucking himself halfway back into his boxers, leaning over so he could pick you up. You make an effort to hold yourself up, but he picks you up like you weigh absolutely nothing at all.
“You’re not so bad yourself, rockstar..” your hands card through his hair which is so soft, softer than yours.. Maybe you’d ask him which products he uses later. Dante chuckles quietly, taking long strides to the sink, and kissing you so deeply you could pass out.
Even if he could taste himself on your mouth, he didn’t care, it just turned him on. Was that weird? If you both had more time together, you’d offer more of yourself to him, maybe you could both get fully undressed. Dante props you up on the sink, then he’s greedily squeezing your breasts, staring intently at where he autographed on you.
“At least I get to touch them now.. Jesus,” he’s talking to himself mostly, but it’s fine if you hear, your heart racing at how he toyed with him.
“Sorry, baby, we had to skip the foreplay.. Uh— Can I still..?”
“I wanted this, Dante. I don’t care if you tear up this pussy.”
Your vulgar words make him moan softly, so he steps back to pull down your lace panties, looking at your glistening heat. He’s shocked at how wet you are, face flushed just knowing it’s all for him, and he subconsciously raises one finger to run up your slit. Your entire body reacts, and you whine, wanting him to just put it inside you already.
“Yeah, yeah.. I know, baby.” he grins to himself, tongue darting out to wet his lips, and he pulls himself back out- jerking himself off a few times. Dante pulls you off the sink, holding you with one arm, so you wrap your legs around him. Suddenly his eyes widen and his grip loosens on you, only slightly.
“Damn— I don’t have a condom on me, baby,”
“‘s okay, I’m on the pill, please- just put it inside me, Dante.”
His response is his cock pushing itself inside you, and your legs tighten around his waist, squeezing his biceps. You both moan at the sensation, and once Dante bottoms out he relishes the feeling of you.
“You’re gonna make me cum, already, pretty girl.” you can’t respond, still processing all of this, so Dante begins to thrust inside you. Both of his hands squeeze and fondle your ass, instead using you, like you were his own flesh light. Maybe you were okay with that. He takes a couple steps back to lean against the wall, holding you tight, continuing to move you back and forth on his cock.
Dante buries his face into your tits, moaning and biting at the fabric of your shirt, his nails digging into your ass whenever you tug on his hair.
Now he’s moving you again, pulling you off of him which makes you cry out softly, bending you over the sink. He shushes you, rubbing himself along your dripping heat, aggressively slamming his hands on the sink to hold himself there. Dante’s planting soft kisses to your temple as he thrusts back inside of you, your walls constricting around him, his hips slapping against your ass. Your mascara runs down your cheeks, makeup absolutely ruined, your lipstick smeared. But he’s just as bad, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his arms tingling, plus he’s moaning and panting like a dog in heat.
“You’re my— fuck- my favorite, oh—“ he gasps, thrusts messy and uncoordinated, slamming into you with no remorse.
“Am I your favorite, baby? I wanna hear you say it,” his teeth grit at the last part, trying to hold on, but the way you’re squeezing around him makes Dante lose it.
“Yes! Dante— you’re my- my favorite!” you sob and writhe underneath him, shakily moving your arm to furiously rub your own clit, as Dante chases his own high. When he opens his eyes and gets a good look at your fucked out face in the mirror, he throws his head back and shoots himself inside you. You cum shortly after him, both of you panting hard, attempting to catch your breaths.
He doesn’t want to pull out, wanting to stay in your welcoming heat, resting his forehead against the back of your head. Finally, he pulls out, and the both of you whimper at the loss of each other.
“Hey.. Let- let me clean you up..” Dante spoke quietly, stumbling to get some toilet paper, gently wiping the cum that was leaking out of you. You jerk away from his touch, but he holds your thigh, pulling your panties up for you. What a gentleman.
You’re pretty sure that your voice is completely broken, and you’re also hoping no one heard the both of you. Smoothing your skirt, you fall into Dante’s arms, teary eyes gazing into his tired ones.
“Can I come with you, Dante? I’ll be a real good girl, promise..” you croak, and he smiles, cupping your cheek. He kisses you, softly now, and you both smell like sweat and sex, but who cares. Dante didn’t think he was this emotional, already attached to a girl he had sex with in a public restroom, but you’re just as attached— maybe more.
There’s an angry knock on the door.
“Are you both done? I’ve been waiting for 40 minutes, Dante. Get out.” Vergil’s voice makes your ears burn— had he heard everything the both of you were up to?
Dante carefully unlocks the door and hesitantly opens it, still holding you close, a goofy grin on his flushed face.
“Oh.. Hey, Verge! Didn’t know you were still here. So, listen, uh..”
You give a small wave, a tired, but lopsided smile on your features.
“Can she come with us?”
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