#this is one of my favorite songs from preludes and it's so cool that you're doing a comic based on it!

[styrmwb]

Favorite Final Fantasy Music (FFXVI)

Here we are, at the final numbered entry. Soken is back as the main composer, alongside the XIV squad. I think XVI's soundtrack is very similar to the gameplay; some kinda eh, but when it hits? IT HITS. From the moment I played the demo, hell, even the moment I watched the first trailer, there were songs that I was like "I cannot get enough of this I need to hear it forever". XVI is a game of huge moments that are the absolute strongest parts of the game, and as such, most of my favorites are the strongest parts of the game (there are exceptions.). Let's finish up this series (until I start to do non numbered entries and sequels ehehhhhhhhhhh) with a bang! A fire? I'm trying to make a flame joke. Ifrit. (also goddammit I gotta go with unofficial uploads again so pray nothing gets taken down)

5. Catacecaumene First of all, WHAT is this title second of all: yesssssssss this is the Soken I know and love!!!! A lot of the game up to this point is strictly orchestral, which is NOT a bad thing at all, but then you destroy your first crystal, the big bad plot starts to Really happen, you're in this big fuckin nothing void, you're fighting this Creature (that doesn't even snort!) and this goddamn techno beat comes out of nowhere!! I love the constant ascent (dndn duh Duh DUH DUH DUHDUH!) that repeats throughout the track, and that really cool tv static electro tube I'm playing Operation and accidentally hit the metal bit that plays the main melody (used again later on in the final boss fights!). It's such a cool song and really brings you that vibe to the soundtrack that I think a lot of us were expecting when we see the XIV crowd on the development. I also just looked it up after writing this katakekaumene was a place in modern Turkey that means "burnt land" so it fits with the nothingness void!

4. Titan Lost The entire Titan sequence. Again, the entire Titan sequence, is AMAZING. Like, special shoutouts to Do or Die and Heart of Stone before and after this song, but this is obviously the highlight of the entire fight. Again, this is absolutely that type of soul we grew to love in XIV, placed in XVI. That heavy techno beat, the vocals sounding low and grumbly and gravelly, and that BIG choir. Like Under the Weight, the song FEELS like the earth oppressing you. And I mean, if you're gonna be fighting an Actual Mountain, you GOTTA have a fucking banger as you're doing it. (HEART OF STOOOOOOOOOOOONE!)

3. Away This game just... throws you right into it. This game has one of the, if not The strongest intro out of any game in the entire series. That spiraling, building, winding intro, that heavy, slower beat (the first version of this song you hear draws it out a little with a bit of the prelude into it it fucks), into that chaotic, stressful string orchestra creates the tension for this massive kaiju battle, and every time they play it creates an excellent transition for the actual fight itself. The choir is grand and epic, alongside the mainly male vocals, I love those slight female ones that back the track, they're absolutely beautiful, as well as the piano that plays, despite being a single instrument it FILLS the room.

Then you hit the chorus. This is the part right here. The melody itself is beautiful, the voices are awe-inspiring, the lyrics once you actually read them fitting Phoenix perfectly?????? FUCK DUDE!!!!! IT HITS SO HARD THAT WHEN IT PLAYS A SECOND TIME WITH A LOT OF THE INSTRUMENTS HOLDING BACK TO LET THE CHOIR TAKE EVEN MORE OF A HIGHLIGHT IT TAKES THOSE REMAINING CHILLS YOU GOT AND STOKES THEIR FIRES FURTHER STILL (IT'S A PHOENIX SONG IT'S A FIRE JOKE) I FUCKIN LOVE THIS SONG AND THE INTRO TO THIS GAME AND I LOVE JOSHUA THAT'S RIGHT THIS IS A ROSFIELD BROTHERS POST NOW WOOOOO-

2. Into the Mire - Stillwind This is Probably the strangest pick of this entire list, ESPECIALLY after I was literally just glazing the fuck out of Away. But Into the Mire? I cannot get enough of this song. This made the first dungeon, this gray, depressing, goblin filled swamp, something really special to me. That main piano lives rent free in my mind, cycling, hitting heavy, sounding decrepit, yet still beautiful. I love the main melody, the chorus of the song, the "oo Oo OO Oo oo ooOOOo ooOOOo" that repeats a couple times, the entire song really has this sort of circular feel that constantly goes in and out and in and out and repeats back and forth over and over that I love so much, I love the ghostly vocals, I love the strings that take over the main melody, and then you also add in that mid battle version (the one that plays on the first "loop" of the song) with the heavier drums and the introduction of more strings coming in; the chorus almost becoming heroic, the bells twinkling in the back, that sort of industrial, construction like percussion; it sounds like an open, starry sky, which is really funny considering the context it plays in! I had this song set as my Hideaway music, because I could and have listened to this for hours.

1. Find the Flame FFXVI came out close to the Height of my Guilty Gear enjoying (still really like it btw just not actively playing (this is besides the point)). When I played this game and got to this fight? This is fucking Clive's Dragon Install. (I made this joke already in a much earlier post (this is still besides the point)). Find the Flame is pretty much the Main Theme of this game, and GOD. MOTHERFUCKING. DAMN. THIS IS A GIFT FROM GOD HIMSELF. THIS SONG FUCKS, IT BANGS, IT SLAPS, EVERY CRINGE ASS SLANG WORD FOR A GOOD SONG THAT I CAN POSSIBLY THINK OF, THIS SONG IS IT. YOU WANNA KNOW WHY THE MAIN TWO BROTHERS ARE PHOENIX AND IFRIT? BECAUSE THEIR THEMES ARE FIRE! That intro, the heavy hitting horn/string/vocal/percussion combo, that chanting! I fucking love every single verse/melody/whatever it's called in this entire song, I feel pumped up and like I'm catching myself humming or singing along to it every time I hear it. I love the horns playing off right after that first vocal section, I literally could just have THAT part looping forever and I'd be happy. The "Find, the flame" section just keeps up that same heavy hitting percussion/chanting sound the entire song has, and for a fight that has Clive accepting this great trauma he's been facing his whole life, it gets you fucking hyped, I love it so much.

It's the final numbered list, so I'm making this post Extra long and cheating once again (but not really) and making this #1 spot a 2-parter, because the final boss theme, All as One, is a remix of Find the Flame, with a little bit of that main Final Fantasy theme thrown in there, an EXTREMELY healthy dose of the power of friendship in the lyrics, and the coolest, most anime fight we've had in the entire series. Find the Flame is such a hype song, and getting to hear it again in that last bit takes the silly, childlike feeling of "this is the coolest thing ever", that literal pogchamp, soyjak pointing emotion that I feel like I'm gonna be made fun of for saying that this gives me (but you know I'm fucking right!). This is the song you remember your friends and enemies to, the song you tell the final boss "This is your Final Fantasy Sixteen", and the song you fucking punch a god in the face to. Both of these together put the stupidest smile on my face, and I can't get enough of either of them. They're a pair in my mind, and the epitome of what I love about this game.

Honorable mentions honorably go to: Sixteen Bells, On the Shoulders of Giants; No Risk, No Reward; Press On, Reflections - Drake's Head, To Sail Forbidden Seas, Do or Die, Heart of Stone, Ascension, Furor, The Riddle, Fighting Fate, Death Shall Me Devour, 'Neath the Pall, Logos, and Hymn of the Penitent.

[oddberryshortcake]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

❤️❤️ okay for this one I picked ost music to shape stuff up even more, I'll include links because it'd be easier for ya'll to find for yourself that way if you're interested!

The Twisted Wonderland Chapter 4 cooking rhythmic theme. It's so specific I know but that song became a meme between me and my friend, it's catchy as hell and it's probably the reason why that's the rhythm level I play the most lmao. This video best describes my feelings towards it.

Primal Dialga's theme in Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Explorers of Time and Darkness (also Sky.) One of my favorite boss fight themes. It feels me with so much emotion, and when that beat drops too!!! aaaaAAA-- Please check out the Mystery Dungeon series it's great. Here's the extended version of the theme.

Silence Glaive/Sailor Saturn's theme from Sailor Moon Crystal. The instrumentals are so good I could die. It's even more powerful if you watch the scene where she transforms. Peak cinema. Here's the theme.

One Big Video Game from Invader Zim. IZ has such a unique soundtrack, I love the industrial feel of all of their music but this one is my favorite not just because it's sick as hell, but because it comes from my fave episode and I can recite exactly what every character says during certain points in the song like a crazy person lmao. Here's the song.

A Gap in Time from Yugioh Zexal. Not me finding yet another way to talk about the genius of this song when I could have picked something else I really like, like Haruto's theme, Crossing Thoughts, Prelude to Destruction, and other fantastic music from this series. A Gap in Time is the musical embodiment of rising anxiety and mental snapping. I really feel like I'm going to lose it listening to this theme and I love it for that. I can practically hear Vector's manipulating monologue over it! Here's the song.

[the-pale-goddess]

Breakfast at Tiffany’s - Ethan Ramsey x MC (Tiffany Addams)

Tiffany surprises Ethan with a fancy breakfast.

It’s all cute until it turns to filth. Then it’s fluff again. Aaaaand back to slutty. A three-course, self-indulgent breakfast, if I may convey.

Rating/Category: Explicit / smut with a side of fluff

Warnings: p*rn with no plot, language

Author’s note: Coming back to my OH2 more or less canon fic business!

Here’s the smutty part of the little band aid I promised for all the harm I’ve done to you with Home With You AU. I just wanted to give you something sweet before we proceed with the emotional rollercoaster in Chapter 3...Well, I did my best, but my filthy mind would never allow me to write some pure and innocent fluff 😅 Hope it’s not too slutty for you lol You’ve been warned!

Please, forgive me the title - I just saw the opportunity and I took it lol

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Ethan opened his eyes with a sinking feeling this Thursday would be out of the new ordinary. His bed was cold and empty. There was no cascade of black hair unwittingly waking him up with a gentle tickle on his skin, no tender caress begging him to stay in the sheets a tad longer.

Another surprise awaited when an overfamiliar appetizing smell hit his nostrils, forcing him to rush out of bed in order to investigate the unexpected scene.

The missing piece of Ethan's morning routine was dancing her way through the kitchen, wreaking sweet havoc with a pile of dirty dishes and different ingredients scattered all over the kitchen island, just to cook a tower of flawlessly fluffy pancakes – now proudly placed on display near the oven. They looked perfect, but not as perfect as Tiffany in the weak morning light; her dark wavy hair falling down on bare shoulders, in contrast to the lacy white lingerie set that flaunted all her curves. She was swinging to the tune she whistled to herself, oblivious of the lurking admirer.

„I don't think I'll ever get used to this view.” Ethan's voice got her spinning around in a flutter to face him. He was leaning against the fridge, an adoring smile playing on his lips as his eyes were roaming over her silhouette. She flushed furiously under the intensity of his gaze, trying to hide the sudden clumsiness of her movements with a sheepish beam.

„Your girlfriend cooking breakfast for you in nothing but her underwear?”

He eyed her intently, biting his bottom lip before he answered with a poker face. „My kitchen in disarray.”

Tiffany shook her head incredulously, as she strained the freshly made raspberry sauce through a sieve. „Trust me, it'll be worth it. And don't worry, I'll clean everything up later, Doctor Terminator.”

„It already is.” He pulled her body close to his, causing her back to collide with his chest. „I can't believe you're still using that nickname.”

„You have to admit it's catchy.”

„Mhm. Do you need any help?” His arm draped over her shoulder, hugging her tight.

„Sure. There's a dozen of pancakes waiting for you. Hope you're ready for a sweet death topped with whipped cream and a home-made raspberry sauce.”

„I didn't plan on falling into a food coma, but you had me at pancakes. Meaning yes, I'm ready.” The powerful combination of Ethan's soft lips and his scratchy chin glued to the sensitive skin on her neck, peppering her with featherlike kisses.

„Someone's clingy today.” She gave him a loud peck on his forearm.

„I'm starving, Tiffany.” A husky whisper rolled in her ear, the words followed by a gentle bite that sent a red-hot shiver down her spine. She chuckled to herself.

„Good! I was genuinely scared that you'd hate the idea because of your love-hate relationship with pancakes. The sauce will need a few minutes to cool down a bit, and then – Oh!” Tiffany stopped dead in her tracks when the hard evidence of Ethan's hunger pangs pressed against her butt. She dropped her jaw in surprise, slightly amused by the realization she didn't get the hint quite right – it was a different kind of appetite. She spun round to face him, the wicked smile suggested she was more than eager to play along.

„On second thought, I suppose we can have a taste of what will be served today.” Never breaking the gaze, she dipped her finger in the whipped cream and offered it to Ethan. He licked it clean, keenly watching Tiffany's face turn crimson red.

„Not bad for a mixture of fat and sugar. Though it's far from what I expected to be on the menu.” Tiffany raised her brows, fake offended, her expression elicited a hearty chuckle from Ethan.

„Well, aren't you a picky eater, Doctor Ramsey? Luckily, I came prepared.” Her finger dived into the bowl with raspberry sauce. „Try some of this.”

„Mmm, delicious.” He gushed, his tongue slithering around her finger. „But yet again...That's not what I crave the most.”

”I wonder what would that be...” She bit her lip seductively as she reached for Ethan's hand. He swallowed loud and moved a bit closer just when she slipped his thumb into her mouth. The provocative movement had his imagination run wild. „Aren't you gonna tell me?”

„Tiffany, I...” Ethan failed to articulate his thought, too absorbed in sinful visions almost melting his brain.

„Tell me what do you crave, Ethan.” She demanded and he suddenly felt even weaker. His thumb got trapped in her mouth again, her other hand massaging his inner thigh through the material of his pants.

„You.” His voice dripped with wild need.

„How do you want me?” Tiffany released the thumb with a heady pop, holding his stare the entire time.

„I want to...”

„Do you want to come in my mouth?” She used his finger to brush her bottom lip, then grazed it with her teeth mere seconds later.

„Fuck...Yes, please.” He muttered, pressing his forehead together with hers.

Smiling magnetically from ear to ear, Tiffany crashed into Ethan, kissing him hungrily with their tongues twisted together. The prelude wouldn't last long, and in a flash she moved down his body – already hot and shivering with primal need. Her lips glided over every inch of his skin, placing open-mouthed kisses along the way. Just when she was low enough, she flipped her hair and dropped on her knees, pulling his pants down with her.

Ethan could swear that the very sight of her mischievous smile dancing around his throbbing cock was enough to make him come. He shuddered in tense anticipation as he watched her tease him with graceful strokes of her tongue wandering around his abdomen.

„Could you...” A tantalizing base-to-tip lick shut him up on the spot and took his breath away. She followed the same path with a soft touch of her lips, quietly humming with relish. His hips bucked involuntarily, overpowered by the tender sensation, begging for more.

The unspoken request was yet to be fulfilled – her slim fingers began stroking him at the base, while her mouth covered the sensitive tip. He groaned in response, his body temperature rising to a dangerously high level. His hand instinctively tugged at her hair, tying any defiant locks in his handy grip.

When Tiffany slid his whole length into her luscious mouth, the divine warmth took away the last bit of control he had, and made him gasping for air. Fighting back the tears was a feeble effort with his huge member hitting her throat, but she rose to the challenge, gagging violently before she adjusted to a safe and steady rhythm.

Ethan marvelled at the view of her watery emerald eyes gazing into his blues as she sucked him like her life depended on it, her precise tongue and skillful hand working him up to a blissful fever. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure had him moan ecstatically, bringing him on the verge of madness. Encouraged by the guttural sounds reserved only for her, she quickened the pace, bobbing her head up and down. His muscles reacted in an instant, tensing even harder, demanding an immediate release. A few moments later, he reached his high and spilled inside her mouth; the obscene groan of his climax ringing in her ears like a favorite song. She took the load with a triumphant smirk, swallowing every drop.

„This is grossly unfair.” He leaned on the nearest countertop awestruck, satiated and out of breath, struggling to keep himself standing.

„What is?” She got up, climbing up his body, and bit down on his shoulder blade.

„The power you have over me.”

Tiffany grinned, pressing her cheek to his broad back as she wrapped her arms around his chest. „But you did like the first course of your breakfast, didn't you?”

„I haven't eaten anything yet.” Ethan turned around, falling into her embrace with a pointed look.

„All right, I'll fill you up with these pancakes now.” Chuckling softly, Tiffany took a step back, seemingly ready to start the day, but Ethan kept her in place by holding her wrist. A gleam of lust reappeared in his eyes as he was slowly regaining his energy.

„Pancakes can wait a little longer. Let me eat you out.”

Before she managed to form a sentence, Ethan's fingers skimmed through her back and unclasped her bra, tossing it to the ground. His greedy hands began exploring her body, tracing her curves, only to slide his fingers behind her panties and pull them off, so they would share the fate of the bra.

„You know that I've never really understood the purpose of art, but looking at this absolute masterpiece right in front of me?” Tiffany raised her brows in surprise, returning his worshipful gaze. „I think I might modify my stance.”

„Wait, is that an actual compliment, or you're quoting some lines from the poetry book you'll soon be releasing?” They both snorted with laughter that quickly died when their lips fused in the hastiest, sloppiest kiss.

„I'll let you win this one, you deserve it.”

„Oh, what a lucky day!” She chirped in sarcastic tone. Ethan shook his head and lunged for her neck, sucking at her skin.

When his lips abruptly broke away from her, she yelped in protest, but little did she know what Ethan had in store for her. The burning desire in his eyes instantly set her body ablaze. He turned her around, brushing her messy hair away from her back, and began kissing her along the spine, inch by inch, moving excruciatingly slow. His beard rough against her silky flesh, scratching her pleasantly. She closed her eyes, relishing the delight of Ethan's touch. Suddenly, a piercing smack flew across her butt.

She jumped, flabbergasted, as her blood boiled with excitement. „Ethan Jonah Ramsey!”

„You liked that, didn't you?” He let out a supremely confident laugh and spanked her again.

„I plead the Fifth.” She giggled, biting her lip. His hands squeezed her bum and lifted her up. A moment later she lay flat on the kitchen island, legs spread wide and waiting.

Ethan wasted no time – his lips continued the journey across Tiffany's aching body, nuzzling her hips, kissing her thighs, licking her belly, sucking on her breasts. They were everywhere, except where she needed him most. He noticed how hopelessly she tried to catch his attention with the suggestive movement of her hips, but he decided to torture her for his own enjoyment, savoring the exquisite scent and taste of this very special meal.

Her impatience eventually rubbed off on him. At last, he nestled comfortably between her legs, and sunk his tongue directly into her soaked folds. She didn't even make an effort to tone her moans down and Ethan was quite grateful for that. His tongue worked its magic, lashing at her clit, knowing exactly where to suck to bring her over the edge. Her hips rolled to the rhythm of Ethan's licking, begging for more friction. He immediately read the sign, inviting his fingers to join the fun. He rubbed her expertly, all the while licking her swollen clit. She was so close, already sweaty and shivering, with hands on both sides of the countertop, her knuckles white from all the force she had to use to keep herself from falling down.

When Ethan kept his pace up, she knew he was going for the last bite. In the blink of an eye, she arched her back, coming hard as the outpouring of bliss washed over her. She fought for her breath, lying still with her eyes closed and mouth open.

„Don't get too comfortable there, Rookie, I'm not done with you.” She could feel him smirking against her skin when his lips moved down her trembling leg.

„Is it because last night I fell asleep during your precious documentary and we missed our daily dose of inappropriate snuggles?” Tiffany cracked up and Ethan soon followed.

„Yes and no.” He leaned his chin on her knee, meeting her gaze. „I know how much you hate both cooking and waking up early. This is the least I could do to make this morning more tolerable for you.”

„Keep spoiling me like that and I will literally melt.” A beam of unfiltered happiness spread over her face, her eyes filled with utmost adoration. „Besides, just to clarify: I hate cooking, but I enjoy doing it for you.”

An intimate silence washed over them as they stared at each other, basking in the glorious feeling of these small gestures of affection. Ethan shook his head in wonder, his mind racing. He wanted to tell her. He was certain she knew that already, probably even long before he had realized the nature of his feelings...And yet, his words failed him, offering a blank space instead of a proper way to name the drums echoing in his heart at the very thought of Tiffany. He quickly gathered himself, stood straight and cleared his throat.

„Enough chit-chat, we're on a very tight schedule. Stand up.” With a little help from Ethan, Tiffany jumped off the countertop and hooked her arms around his neck.

„Oh, I'll show you tight, sir.” She avowed with a devilish grin.

„God, you're impossible.” Ethan heaved a long sigh in response, right before their lips melted into a deep, fervent kiss.

Cutting to the chase, Tiffany turned her back to Ethan, colliding with his body. Without any hesitation, he entered her with a hefty push, filling her up in a way she'd never experienced before. She was perfectly accustomed to his size, but the standing position was brand new to them. She didn't expect that a slightly different angle could leave an all-consuming, almost agonizing feeling of fullness before he even began pounding her. A series of vehement whimpers escaped her mouth without her permission. Her chest heaved as she struggled to control her breathing. If it wasn't for his firm grip, her legs would surely give up.

Ethan immediately noticed the unconcealable shift in her demeanor. He cupped her cheek, slowly pulling out of her.

„Baby, is everything all right?” He whispered, his voice full of concern. „Do you want me to stop?”

She instinctively grabbed his hand and locked her body on him in a desperate cry, every word a torture. „I want you inside.”

He nodded, relieved, pulling her as close as it was humanly possible. Her head lolled back, resting comfortably on Ethan so they could still glance at one another. They exchanged a blithe smile, reflecting the dizzying sensation of each other's presence. His lips brushed her forehead in a sweet kiss just as he began moving inside of her.

He started off slow, pulling in and out as gently as he could, keeping her steady in his protective arms. Her previous remark proved to be right – she was insanely tight and dripping wet, her scent and unrestrained moans only adding to his arousal. He knew he wouldn't last long.

„Harder, please.” She whimpered, tightening her clutch on his arms. He willingly complied, deepening his thrusts, setting a merciless pace. The sound of slapping flesh punctuated by their heavy breathing and pleasure vocalized in the most indecent way.

Everything was Ethan – he invaded all her senses, emptying her mind, leaving nothing but his name. Tiffany could feel the thunder in his heart pounding on her back; his hands were mindlessly roaming over her curves as she remained trapped in his strong embrace. His fingers snuck to her clit, rubbing her with expert precision while his cock kept on ravishing her. She was mere seconds away from another orgasm, unable to communicate in any form other than shameless moaning.

Ethan was right behind her, chasing the finish line. His deafening groans got more desperate, thrusts slower and rigid, his fingers pleasuring her frantically, until they both cried out in unison – their bodies twisted in overwhelming ecstasy.

Tiffany toppled over the countertop, breathless – her blazing flesh took comfort in the cold of the marble, with fingers skimming blindly across its surface in a desperate attempt at keeping herself steady. She had no time to recover, as Ethan's body clutched at her tight, his burning skin clamping around hers. His ragged breath hovered over her ear, just as his hand dived into the damp mess of her hair, pulling her locks aside to gently suck on her neck.

„Oh, God...We should...” She panted with her eyes closed, tilting her head to give him more access.

„Mhm.” He hummed with approval, tracing scratchy kisses across her shoulder. „I know.”

Instead of acting on the incoherent thought, he turned her around, crashing into her lips without any warning. They kissed slowly for a long minute before Tiffany retreated, gazing into the endless ocean of his eyes. A cheeky smirk flew across her face.

„You called me baby.”

Ethan stared at her perplexed, his brows frowned. „No, erm...I didn't?”

„You totally just did.” Tiffany's laughter filled the room, the sound shook him to the core, along with the realization the pet name might have accidentally slipped through.

„No, you probably misheard that.” He stuttered an evasive reply, that earned a well-deserved scoff.

„Don't try to deny that you called me baby for the first time, and it happened – let me stress that – during sex.”

„Stop it. Let's not make a big deal out of this. We still need to get to work.” Ethan countered, hoping that the final argument was meaningful enough to end the cross-examination.

„That's a very convenient excuse, Mr I'll Casually Avoid Any Uncomfortable Topic. You're right, though. We should hurry up with the proper breakfast. But let's take a quick shower first.”

„Together?” He cocked his brows, sceptical about the idea.

„Yeah, why not?” Her index finger twirled around his nipple.

„We're already running out of time, we can't afford the further delay.”

„I thought you like a challenge, baby.” She pressed a wet kiss on his chest and broke the embrace. Ethan watched her walk off towards the bathroom with a tantalizing sway of her hips. He took a sharp breath, his eyes followed her every move, scanning her naked form up and down. When she reached the bathroom door, she shot him a sultry wink and disappeared behind the door. He shook his head, transfixed and defeated, muttering to himself.

„We're going to be late then.”

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Sorry if there are any typos or mistakes, this B is too tired to double-check lol

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[lycanthropicture]

SPN writers as Billy Joel songs (based on vibes, or not, do whatever you want) <3

Oh my god this is such a fun question odjafd you're so smart anon omg...

ok i started doing it and then i realized that it was really hard to choose just one song for each writer so i decided to out myself as a massive billy joel fan and do albums instead i hope that's ok 😭get ready for a disgusting amount of billy joel trivia and longwinded explanations (i put examples of songs after each album so u get an idea of which songs were on which album sorry for having literally no chill)

steve yockey - The Stranger (movin out, just the way you are, scenes from an italian restaurant, vienna, only the good die young, she's always a woman) you know him, you love him! hit after hit after hit! he's popular he's iconic he may or may not be a furry (irrelevant but still something that took me by surprise yesterday). every single one of his episodes is a bop! it's so good! fun! exciting! ok but the thing is like. he's just not my favorite. like i see the appeal! i get it! it's good! i just have... particular issues with him that push him down on my favorite writers list. he's still on the list! he's just not my favorite sorry babes <3 anyway everything i just said goes for this album as well. except for the furry thing. still irrelevant.

raelle tucker - Cold Spring Harbor (she's got a way, you can make me free, everybody loves you now, got to begin again) OK SO I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING: who the fuck is raelle tucker. YES EXACTLY. raelle tucker wrote faith, what is and what should never be, dead in the water, and a few other absolutely KILLER episodes. queen of foundational dean texts, yet hardly recognized at all by the fandom!!! for why!!! same thing with cold spring harbor. his first album! quite a few lovely lovely songs, really foundational to him as an artist, yet people dont really know this one! even tho She's Got A Way is on this album, the song didn't chart until it appeared on a live album he recorded over a decade later. insane.

davy perez - An Innocent Man (an innocent man, the longest time, uptown girl, keeping the faith) ok ok so this album is sooo fun bc it's more of a concept album. every song pays homage to a different artist/music style from when he was a teenager. chose this for beloved mr perez bc he LOVES to pay homage to movies in his episodes (tombstone, mint condition, stuck in the middle w you, etc.), but he always puts his own spin on them and i think does a good job of Making It Supernatural. which! i think the same can be said for An Innocent Man.

ben edlund - The Nylon Curtain (allentown, laura, pressure, goodnight saigon, surprises, where's the orchestra) this dude is so funky! hes so weird but fun and cool and feels like he really really stands out. feels distinctive as a writer! and more often than not, it really really works and you end up with episodes like nightshifter or tmwwbk! but he is funky as hell. this album feels like billy joel was doing a lot of drugs. kinda beatles-y. which! tbh ben edlund feels kinda beatles-y. not in a bad way. just that he feels important and every once in a while put out a shining gem of an episode. yeah. also billy joel says "fuck" in this album and dean says "fuck" in ghostfacers so.

jeremy adams - Glass Houses (you may be right, it's still rock and roll to me, all for leyna, don't ask me why) BOP AFTER BOP AFTER BOP. WISH HE HAD MORE EPISODES AND WISH THIS ALBUM WAS LONGER. truly believe this is one of the greatest pop albums of all time. it's just SOOO fun. every song is SOO screamable in the car. jeremy adams episodes fit the vibe of this album so well they're just! nonstop fun and exciting and yeah they have touching moments but! mostly they just rock hard and fuck hard!

robbie thompson - Turnstiles (say goodbye to hollywood, summer highland falls, new york state of mind, prelude/angry young man) So Turnstiles is his fourth out of twelve pop albums, so kinda early-to-mid career. and it's one of my favorites. literally EVERY song is so so good. this album is kinda all over the place, but the whole thing is just about coming home (at this time he was moving from LA back to NY when NYC was bankrupt, which is why a lot of the songs on the album are NY-themed). my POINT being that robbie thompson episodes are consistently good, have range, AND he has a lot of really important episodes as well. goodbye stranger!! baby!! fan fiction! just like how turnstiles is important. to ME bitch. and to.. billy joel discography (yes i hear myself i hate myself it's fine.)

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[brighteyedbadwolf]

Honestly, I'd love to read your answers to /all/ of the "get to know your author" meme thing. You're an amazing writer and I'd love to pick your brains about your methods and headcanons and inspirations! :o But to limit myself, could I hear your thoughts on questions 1, 4, 18, 25? :)

1)is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

Yeah my actual, original fiction. I have two things I've been sitting on because Insecurity. 1 is a Cryptids/Monster Romance that smashed into Indiana Jones, 2 is Solarpunk Noir meets Old-School Fae. I should work on both BUT I'm like “who would even read this shit”

4)  favorite character you’ve written

Mids and Gunner are definitely the most FUN I've had with characters, but I have a huge gaping soft spot for Trio, because while I have no medical experience, I roll healers in every form of gaming and the amount of shit I put up with… ugh. His angry ranting at idiots? Yeah. Husband won the “best wife” competition with his gaming buddies when I joined a large PvP match and ended up screaming “jesus tittyfucking christ what is wrong with you, yes you, you crotch-blistering fuckstain” at a co-player. I keep my mic off when in PvP for specifically this reason. They heard through his mic. Upstairs.

18) Already answered, so,

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

ALL OF THEM. Every single thing I have ever written has at least one song. Most of them have several. Some of them were written BECAUSE of songs.

Clone works tend to heavily feature Five Finger Death Punch, Demon Hunter and All That Remains

25copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

Have some extremely self-indulgent smut prelude ft. Catch and The Waitresses

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“Hmm....That one,” Vrei says decisively, and the bottom falls out of his stomach when he realizes just who she's oh-so-casually pointing to.

He's in his blacks, like so many others, missing the intricate, beautifully painted kit that sets him apart even from the other Commanders, but he's impossible to mistake for anyone else. His posture, his composure, his easy, lazy confidence that says “I can break you in half but you really don't want to make me put out the effort.” And that's before he turns the other way, showing off that moon-silver cybernetic eye and that gorgeous scar where he took a fucking lightsaber to the fucking face and fucking survived.

“Vrei, shit, Vrei, no. Not--I can't!” he hisses, panicked.

Silais pets his hair gently, teasing more volume into the front with her nails. “What's the matter, love?”

Vrei smirks and leans down, clucking like a nuna into his ear. “Bawwk bok bokbok bawwwwk.”

“No, Vrei, you don't--you don't understand. That's Commander Wolffe.”

“Darling, we live here. You think we don't know who that is? His reputation? The… antics he and his boys get up to?” Silais asks, deceptively gentle.

“Exactly!” he hisses, fidgeting, squirming in his chair enough that it probably looks like Silais is giving him a lapdance or some shit. “I can't--I’m just--They’re--He is--”

Oh fuck he's going to start hyperventilating.

“You're worried, given that he has all those rough, rowdy boys of his, he won't appreciate a sweet, shiny little thing like you. Why would you think something like that, love?” Silais asks quietly, still stroking his hair, and he shudders, freshly clipped nails digging into the arms of the chair. So many reasons. He doesn't want to think about it. He’s pathetic, he’s--

He's being forced to lift his head up, Silais’ hand like a band of durasteel under his jaw and her voice cold and hard as ice. “You look at a Lady when she is speaking to you, Twenty-Two.”

For all that their owner makes her play Fire to Vrei’s Water in the stupid (really speciest) themed poledancing routines, this is the real Silais. Cool, collected, utterly in control and he loves her dearly for it.

“Yes ma'am,” he answers, his breathing slowing.

“Now then,” she says, smoothing her thumb over his bitten bottom lip, now slightly swollen and even more devastatingly kissable than usual. “CT-0022, are you or are you not 'the prettiest piece of ass in this fuckdamn bar’?”

He whines, leaning into her hand. “Silais, that was Drunk Catch, that's different, he’s an idiot, he--”

“You had best not be implying that you lied to me,” Silais purrs softly, and he shakes his head abruptly, careful not to dislodge her grip.

“No, ma’am, never!”

She smiles then, sly and slow. Aw, fuck.

“Then go get him, love.”