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muscle memory | p. wb

waiter!wonbin x waitress!reader | 5.9k words

WONBIN ANON(S) THIS ONE IS FOR Y’ALL!

contains: random idols mentioned for world building, semi-public sex, unprotected sex

you sat next to the pass waiting for the food you ordered for your table to be put out. it was ironically one of the few areas in the restaurant where you could gather your thoughts despite objectively being in the middle of all the chaos. this was the one place in the restaurant where you could actively see all moving parts in the restaurant coming together. next to the pass was also the personal dining room of you and your coworkers, the designated spot where discarded food was up for grabs. so you basked in the organized chaos of your restaurant while eating almost cold parmesan aioli fries.

from your seat on your barstool you could see the cooks in the open faced kitchen work preparing people’s food. you could see the fire coming to life in their woks, and how they didn’t flinch away. you could hear them yelling out terms and phrases to eachother about dishes. you perked up when you heard the items of the dish you were waiting for be called out. you looked down the line quickly, but went back to your slouching position when nothing you needed was there.

you sat there eating the discarded food, half focused on putting something in your empty stomach while half focused on the sounds around you. you waited to hear the signature ding of a new dish being done, but all your ears could pick up was the sound of more tickets being printed and the low-volume music playing in the kitchen. if you got close enough enough and if it was loud enough you could sometimes recognize the words and sing along. you had built up a rapport with them that way, singing along to their songs and passing along compliments from the customers. when they were feeling generous enough, they would even prioritize your staff meal and actually make your on the fly items quickly.

you couldn’t decipher the song in the kitchen. it was drowned out by the million other sounds happening around you. you heard your fellow server yelling into the kitchen about something being made wrong. you looked up to see it was giselle, nearly sitting on the pass to lean as far as she could into the kitchen. any argument she tried to start failed. you knew it would be forgotten after closing, but in the moment it seemed intense. curses were being thrown over the wall on both sides and made it down the line. you wondered if you would have to call for shotaro to mediate the situation, but everyone seemed unbothered as they continued with their job. in less than a minute, giselle was handed her food and she had a smile on her face as she made her way back to the dining room. after seeing the exchange, all you could do was shake you head and go back to your fries.

you had learned a long time ago to stand off to the side when altercations happen. you only recently got in the good graces of most the people you worked with. the last thing you needed was to be put on someone’s shit list for rightfully asking for your food to be ready, or to ask them to calm down.

that was a big problem you developed working here. becoming fine with getting the short end of the stick. if anton sat a seven-top, two five-tops, and three two-tops in your section you only smiled and nodded your head. if someone asked you to come in for them even if you didn’t want to, you said yes. if one of your coworkers asked for your helped even if you were swamped you ran twice as fast to make sure you could save them. you never dared to yell, stomp your feet, or say no. you took it as penance for no other reason than simply existing. you knew everyone was aware of your pushover personality, you just hoped eventually they would give you grace.

normally, you would’ve set your foot down by now, at the very least set up boundaries for your coworkers on what they could ask for. you practiced the speech a million times, each one unique to the unfair things your coworkers would ask for. anton it would be about sitting too many big parties in your section. giselle would be how she rushes too much. winter would be about her laziness when it comes to being on the pass. sungchan’s would be that he helps too much, making you feel inferior at your job. but you keep it all at bay for penance, to make yourself pay for how you unfairly judged your perfect coworker.

you had been hired at the company two months ago. it was hard to navigate at first, having to swallow your pride from not finding a job in your career field. any shame you felt melted after hearing their were multiple “young professionals” at your job. you were even more excited to hear that there was actually someone else with the exact same degree as you, and seemingly went to the same school as you. before you could ask any questions the interview went on, and any questions about other people cleared your mind when you got the job.

when wonbin almost ran into you on your first day, you dropped all of your drinks. it came as a surprise, seeing a face you hadn’t seen in so long. he was different, his black hair that never touched his ears went past his chin now, and he was faster on his feet. he also was the apodeictic leader of the waitstaff, earned through his lack of mistakes, ability to speak his mind, and being a guest favorite. in that moment it became clear who the person that had the same major as you was, and it was too late to quit. you had gotten a taste for the money, and this was the only job on the market that would hire you.

so you stuck through it, swallowing your pride each time wonbin helped you correct a mistake or appease an angry customer. you were grateful for the help, and to have someone who knew what they were doing by your side. something would randomly hit you like a pang in your chest realizing wonbin was better at this than you. all the times you bested him in school seemed to pale in comparison to this, something that actually mattered.

while you were with your trainer sungchan you were distracted, keeping an eye out for wonbin so you could ignore his gaze. what bothered you even more was the fact that wonbin was unbothered. with an exception for the first time he saw you, everything was business as usual with him. he was nothing like the wonbin you used to know, who was petty and didn’t let things go. this wonbin didn’t bring up your past to you or anyone who asked how you two knew eachother. this wonbin only simply said you two went to school together, greatly undermining the time you two together.

working with wonbin took weeks to get used to. they were slow steps forward, finally making it out of the initial awkwardness to exchange pleasantries.

you finally were able to have a conversation with your coworkers while wonbin was present. before you would simply go silent when he came around, avoiding eye contact when he would ask you a question directly.

the conversation was what it normally was during slow mornings, complaints regarding work. you had to spend a ridiculous amount of money on the uniform with no help from upper levels of management. sungchan and giselle shared your complaints, even talking about how later down the line you would have to pay for dry cleaning.

“what would you suggest to fix the situation?” wonbin asked.

it was a question directed at you, unavoidable as wonbin titled his head. you thought for a moment before keeping eye contact with wonbin.

“they could have designated days of the month where they take all of our stuff to dry clean for cheap.” you reasoned.

you felt your heart pound in your chest as you held eye contact with wonbin. you were expecting a rebuttal from him, from anyone before you saw sungchan nod his head.

“there’s discounts for bulk at that place a couple blocks down.” giselle said.

“they could also pay us for buying parts of our uniform.” you added on.

”that would be a dream.” sungchan said.

all of you nodded in agreement before dispersing to get back to your jobs. wonbin hesitated for a second, and your own steps faltered. but he only cleared his throat and went his separate way to tend to a newly sat table.

within two says, there was a list pinned to the corkboard wall for dry cleaning. three times a month, designated days were listed neatly. you already saw a few names, wonbin’s at the very top. you also saw a stack of new waiter aprons and a request sheet to fill out for missing or replacement uniform pieces. you looked around in the break room, feeling angry burn in your chest and eyes. you were hostile the rest of the day, taking it out of your coworkers and customers that were snappy to you first. you didn’t let it out until you caught wonbin in the back of house, sitting in the managers chair as he collected his tips. the anger surged through your fingertips and your feet, causing you to stomp into the room.

“really wonbin?” you called out.

he seemed confused, looking up from his money to your frown.

“what?” wonbin asked.

“i get that this is the first time in your life probably being in a higher up position, but that doesn’t give you the right to claim them as your own.” you quietly yelled.

wonbin sat in the chair, staring at you in shock while your chest finally loosened. the shock and confusion was replaced anger of his own, and you could see wonbin take a deep breath before leaning back in the chair. he looked at you with a calm and even expression now, your exact opposite. he turned in his chair to go back to counting the money.

“i see you haven’t changed one bit.” he said simply.

somehow, that hit you harder than any insult could’ve. it had you averting your gaze from wonbin again, focusing on stacks of paper and the sound of the printer. he said nothing else to you, just letting you bask in the shame of your anger.

when you turned tail to leave you were face to face with a manager, thanking you for your smart idea about the dry cleaning.

“hands please!” winter yelled down the pass.

you snapped up from the barstool, swallowing the week old memory and the stale food so fast it felt like a lump in your throat. you wiped your face with the back of your hand before using a wet napkin to clean your fingers.

you made a straight line for winter working on expo while pinching your server apron between your fingers to dry them. winter’s piercing voice was like a bat signal for the servers, when she spoke suddenly everyone was there. sohee pushed open the two-way door from the kitchen to come to her, with sungchan trailing close behind. eunseok and seunghan were lucky they didn’t have to worry about friday nights, but they had their own personal hell on sunday mornings.

winter handed off everyone’s dishes one by one. you saw more and more people rush off as they had the orders they needed. you waited patiently for winter to hand you the plates.

by the time almost everyone else was gone, you were left with your ungarnished plates.

“i’m swamped, and desserts are coming out soon. can you finish this off for me?” winter asked.

winter posed it as a question and you knew you could say no, but it felt like an order. she barely finished her sentence before she was moving back down the pass, tearing the tickets off to impale them on the metal spindle next to your fries. the pass was empty, and winter relaxed on the barstool to eat your food.

your response to winter sat at the tip of your tongue. your stomach growled, and you started to imagine your tables waiting for their food. were they hungry like you were while you watched winter scarf down the rest of your fries? you could’ve told winter no, to tell her to do your job like you had to do yours. but when you saw wonbin coming to the pass from the dining room you bit your tongue before turning to your plates to garnish.

wonbin saw you finishing the plating. he had empty plates in his hand and was making a path for the dishwasher, but you garnishing your dishes stopped him dead in his tracks. he turned to look at and winter quickly turned to look at him, getting up from her seat to try and look busy working. he saw right through it, tilting his head as she looked at the blank computer screen.

“really winter?” wonbin said.

she quickly shrugged and her eyes got wide to defend herself.

“she doesn’t mind.” she said defensively.

wonbin got a little closer, trying not to make his voice heard.

“she has three large parties all sat within five minutes of eachother. you should do your job so she can do hers.” he said.

winter’s eyes softened sympathetically when wonbin told her about the amount of people. she nodded her head and wonbin headed off to the back of house. he passed by you while you finished your final dish, not sparing you a second glance.

you strategically placed the dishes on the bigger black plate, hoisting it off the pass to rest it on your shoulder. you stole a glance at wonbin for a second, and you could see his eyes dart to the amount of food balancing on your shoulder. the food to feed your seven-top weighed down on you, but you had to start getting the food out now to give yourself grace for the five-top. you could feel winter’s eyes on you as you slowly found the right position for the plate. you turned and started heading for the dining room when you saw sungchan heading straight towards you.

before you could head to the dining room with your food, winter called out to you.

“i have to get this food out to my table.” you said as politely as possible.

“i’ll garnish for the rest of the night. sorry about that.” winter apologized.

the food started to hurt your shoulder, but the acknowledgement and apology from winter made the food feel a little lighter. you nodded your head thankfully before turning back to the dining room.

the rest of the dinner rush went as expected. things went wrong, you had to be bailed out, you had to bail others out. you got tipped well sometimes but got tipped the worst for the bigger parties. you wore yourself ragged jumping up and down for the customers and your coworkers. you ended up staying behind to do opening duties, something that should’ve been reserved for the openers. you were the last of the waitstaff to leave, saying a goodbye to your manager as he locked the door behind you.

when you finally left through the back door into the parking lot, your shift was nearly eleven hours. a quarter after one, calculating your route home made your slippers drag across the paved parking lot as you made your way to your car. you could feel some gravel find its way between the slipper and your foot. the small sharp rock poked through your sock and was stabbed against your foot, but you didn’t care. it paled in comparison to the pain of being on your feet all day. maybe the acupuncture could relieve some of the stress that weighed down on your shoulders.

the sound of your car waking up to you pressing the unlock button distracted you from wonbin on the other side of the parking lot. it wasn’t until he rolled down his manual windows and called out your name that you saw he was there. you have to blink a few times to realize who it was. exhaustion made your eyes droop and a little blurry. when your vision focussed you saw he was beckoning you to come to him. you looked at your car, so ready for you to get inside and drive home. but the guilt your situation carried your tired legs to wonbin’s car. he motioned you to the passenger side. you pulled on the lock handle once, and after wonbin let out an evil giggle he unlocked the door.

you sat quietly in the passenger seat, listening to the quiet music in wonbin’s car. you were only illuminated by the lamppost in the parking lot and the small light in the front seat. you stared straight ahead, awkwardly sitting upright waiting for wonbin to say what he needed to say. his thumbs tapped on his steering wheel, trying to get out what he needed to say.

“you’re overworked.” he said.

you scoffed and shook your hair lightly. you pressed a finger to your temple and turned to look outside.

“everyone is overworked.” you say.

“you are taking on a bigger workload for no reason.” you kept your head turned outside, desperately trying to ignore the caring tone in wonbin’s voice. “just because someone tells you to do something, doesn’t mean you have to.” he says.

“i do it because i want to.” you say quietly.

now it’s wonbin’s turn to scoff at you. you turn your head and narrow your eyebrows.

“what?” you say defensively.

“you want to garnish your own dishes when you have two five-tops and a seven-top waiting on their food?” wonbin asked you a question, but didn’t wait for your answer before shaking his head “give me a break.” he said.

you clench your hands at your sides, trying desperately to remain calm. but wonbin finds ways to push your buttons, found ways to make you so mad. the fake worry, the way he watched your every move without you knowing, the way he was right.

“it’s none of your business what i do.” you said.

“are you just going to keep letting everyone boss you around? do you plan on ever standing up for yourself?” he said.

wonbin had let of of the steering wheel, using his hands to argue with you like he always used to do. you cross your arms into your chest and tilt your head condescendingly.

“you don’t know anything.” you sneer.

“i know you’re making yourself suffer for no reason.” wonbin takes off his beanie, running a stressed hand through his hair. you keep your eye on his hand after sparing a glance to how his hair falls perfectly on his face. “is it because you thought i stole your ideas? so you just don’t advocate for yourself anymore?” he asked.

the incident hadn’t been brought up by either of you since it transpired. you half hoped he would’ve forgotten, but you knew wonbin always remembered. you had to pretend like you didn’t care when you shook your head, turning to look out the window.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you lied.

“oh okay.” wonbin laughed. “just because you think we still have childish beef from college doesn’t mean you get to act the way you do.”

“i’m just not used to you being better than me at things.” you say.

it’s a challenge, the way you look at wonbin from your relaxed position on the door. you let your eyes go over his face a million times, resting on his lips after you lick yours. you almost forgot about the rush you got with pushing wonbin’s buttons. the feeling was freeing after a long day of running around for other people all day without saying a single smart remark.

wonbin thinks about the type of person he is now. he thinks about how you two have been in this situation before, with you baiting him. you looked at him the same way you did now. back then he perceived the look in your eye as combative. but now, realization dawned on him. how he had never noticed before was beyond him. his eyes got wide as you leaned in with a smirk on your face. wonbin is timid, refusing to let his mind do something he might regret.

you the one that closes the space between you and wonbin by coming over the center console. you linger there for a second, waiting for his hand to come to your neck before you pull away.

”i’m not sorry by the way,” you brush hair out of wonbin’s face. “you should’ve told you were going to do that before you did it.” you say.

wonbin nods his head, completely giving up any argument he could’ve had with you. your smile is bright—you’ve bested him at another thing.

“i’ll do whatever you want.” he said.

you smiled before going back to wonbin’s lips. his hand on the back of your neck kept you in place, and his tilting head forced you to let him take the lead. you fought for it back through an iron grip on his shirt, pulling him forward.

wonbin settled for letting you stick your tongue in his mouth to let his hand wander your body. he rested over your chest, lightly squeezing your breasts before moving down to your hips. he pulled you forward slightly, a hand underneath your ass lifting for from your seat. you pull away and sigh. wonbin looks at your expectantly, and you let him worry for just a moment before clearing the center console with your legs and straddling him.

“you’re still bossy.” you said matter-of-factly.

“you know, i’m technically not your boss.” wonbin said.

he waited to say it until after his lips were already glossy with your spit and you were straddling his lap. even if whatever you were going to end up doing to wonbin wasn’t allowed, you were too far in now to back down. nothing he said would’ve stopped you from working the buttons on his shirt, or his hands that cupped your chest.

“we can’t get in trouble for whatever we do.” wonbin continued.

he looked up from your chest to look at you. he let your hand go to the buttons on his shirt before he went to yours. it was deliberate and slow, each button made the tension in the car go up. your shirts weren’t even undone all the way before your lips clashed together again.

the kisses were messy like they always were. both of your tongues were mingling, the wet muscles causing a mess on the corner of your lips. the sound of spit being swapped filled the car, and wt kisses cooled the heating skin of your faces. your hands gripped wonbin’s shoulders, and his hand went to your pants. the button was stubborn and wonbin got no help from his shaky hands. it took entirely too long to get your pants open enough for wonbin to plunge his hand underneath the waistband of your panties.

instantly, wonbin almost cursed at your desperation. you were so wet the fabric of your underwear stuck to your folds. he wasted no time slowly sliding a finger into your heat, his eyes focused on your face when he made it to the knuckle. he put his second finger in a little faster, bending them when you brought his lips back in for a kiss.

by the time wonbin put his third finger in your kisses devolved to sucking on his bottom lip. the way you were rutting your hips against his hand and gripping his bicep to keep his hand in place. wonbin watched you use him, unbothered by your desperation. seeing you get wound up so easily and hearing a quiet song about being all alone and needing someone made his dick twitch in his pants.

“been awhile?” wonbin asked.

wonbin’s words were laced with amazement, half talking about himself. the lewd wet sounds and whimpers from you both were already filling up the small space of his car. he was trying to make you feel better while you were still defensive. something in your mind still convincing you everything wonbin said was meant to be sarcastic, even if his pupils were blown wide looking at you.

“shut up.” you whine.

your whiny voice made your words bite less, and the way your hole fluttered around his fingers made wonbin want to keep going. he brought a hand behind your back to pull you further onto his lap. you pressed your chest against wonbin’s, still helplessly rocking your hips into his hand while whimpering into the crook of his neck. he cooed at you and gripped your side to keep you in place. it was the same bruising grip he would have on you in the relationship, one that he would always look at in pride the next morning.

his fingers pushed inside of you at a skilled pace, wonbin would have to pat himself on the back for keeping such a steady groove while he was getting needier by the second. too many times in your relationship he would get lost and chase his own pleasure, going to fast for your liking. but wonbin was matured now, he changed. he could finger you at a pace that made you want more instead of giving you too much, and he could hit the spots you used to like despite the awkward angling in his car. he bent his fingers, smirking to himself when he could feel your body tense.

“fuck.” you moaned into his neck.

you reached out a tongue to lick the hot skin of wonbins neck. he preened closer to your mouth, the only hint he would drop that he wanted you to mark him like old times.

wonbin figured you got the hint, because a desperate hand pushed down his work uniform to uncover previously hidden parts of his neck and chest. your eyes scanned for a second, trying to figure out how high your marks could go while still being hidden. you went for a place on his collarbone and your lips found the perfect spot as if from muscle memory.

“no one will see.” wonbin said.

his hands went to your ass, groping you over the fabric of your pants. he wedged one hand into your pants, reaching all the way down until he could get a handful of you.

you continued sucking on his skin as your hands went down to the tent in wonbin’s pants. you moved so hasty that you didn’t bother with the button. all you did was unzip his pants before reaching into the fly of his underwear to grab his dick. wonbin hiss as he bucked his hips into your hand. his tip was angry and red, glossy from the precum that seemed never ending. his dick sat upright and fit perfectly into your fist.

you wasted no time running your hand up and down wonbin’s length, the sound echoing off the walls in his car. wonbin started sucking on the exposed skin of your chest and laving any area his tongue could reach. you let your body lean back, a spare hand moving your shirt to expose more skin to wonbin. his hands started at your hips and worked their way up, grabbing anything he could. when wonbin got to the nape of your neck he pulled you in for a kiss. desperation from only getting chaste kisses turned to you pumping wonbin’s length faster. he continued to kiss you softly, hissing when the teeth of his zipper rubbed against his sensitive skin.

“does it hurt?” you asked breathlessly.

wonbin nods, reaching for the button of his pants. your shaking hands work together to unbutton the top, and you lift yourself up so wonbin can slide his pants halfway down his thighs.

you two look so pitiful, clothes only half off with forming bruises on your skin. the two of you were breathless only from making out and close to climaxing only from feeling eachother up. you almost forgot you were in the empty parking lot of your job, acting like a reckless horny teenager. if you had half a mind you would’ve gotten dressed and driven home to get ready for your shift tomorrow. but wonbin’s swollen lips called to you, and his dick twitched in your hand without you doing anything. you felt like you were wearing too many clothes and wonbin’s front seat gave you no space.

“should we go to the backseat?” wonbin asked.

you crawled over the center console a little to quickly. you laid down in the backseat, lifting your hips to take off your slacks and panties while wonbin put the driver seat back up. you kicked off your shoes and socks, putting them in the space behind your seat. your button up and bra followed, leaving you completely naked in wonbin’s backseat.

the situation barely had time to settle before wonbin was naked and following you to the back.

“how do you want it?” wonbin asked.

“i don’t know what position is best for car sex.” you said.

you forgot to lace your voice with sarcasm, or something sharp to show wonbin you were still mad. the words only came out whiny, putting a smile on wonbin’s face.

“just tell me what you want,” he runs a finger over the mark on your chest. “it’ll be a nice change of pace for you.” he smiles.

“you’re an asshole.” you said.

you roll your eyes before turning around. wonbin moves back, trying to give you the amount of space you need to get into your position. wonbin knew that you would put your ass up and spread your legs far enough where wonbin could slot between them. he helped you, moving your foot to plant on the floor in front of his so you could find more stability.

”spit” wonbin ordered.

his hand was underneath your mouth, and you gathered the saliva in your mouth to fall into his palm. wonbin’s hand retreated, and you could hear the sound of him spitting and his hand running up and down his dick.

“i haven’t done this in a long time.” wonbin tells you.

wonbin’s wet hand presses on your ass to bring you down slightly. when you hear him moving forward behind you and his tip prods at your entrance, you feel yourself getting lightheaded. the feeling almost makes you forget that you have to atleast try to be a little responsible.

“me neither. but you have to pull out.” you say.

“okay baby.” wonbin says behind you.

“i’m not your baby,” you almost recant your statement when wonbin pushes inside of you. “oh my god.” you moan.

“holy shit.” wonbin curses.

he’s still inside of you when he bottoms out. your walls waste no time clamping around him, almost like they’re trying to keep him inside of you. it’s blinding, and your body tries to adjust to the feeling of wonbin being inside of you again. you barely get used to the stretch before wonbin pulls out and pushes in again.

“so perfect. fits so perfect.” wonbin says.

you can only nod and whimper in agreement when he pushes in again. wonbin’s other hand presses to the side of your ass, spreading both cheeks. something so simple has you feeling something completely different. your whimpers turn you both into moaning messes as wonbin starts thrusting into your spread cunt. your skin is clammy, and wonbin’s hips start pressing against your ass faster and faster. you had to place a hand on the door in front of you for stability. when you tried pushing your hips back to meet wonbin’s he moaned behind you.

“i got you.” he said absentmindedly.

you reacted by reaching your other hand back, reaching for any part of him. wonbin gave you his hand, and then leaned forward to press his sweaty chest to your back.

“wonbin.” you cried.

“i know. i know.” he cooed.

wonbin wrapped his hand around your body, bringing his fingers down to your clit. you could feel his breath hot on the shell of your ear, and you could hear the sounds the sounds he stopped trying to contain. you lifted your back up slightly to be completely pressed against wonbin, so closed you could feel his heart thudding against your back. he sucked on your shoulder blades and let go of your hand wedged between your two bodies to place it over the hand on the door.

“are you close?” wonbin whispered into your ear.

“yes. so close.” you said.

wonbin continued his revolutions on your clit, and started rutting his hips into yours. he was close too, and it took everything in him to not lose himself then and there.

“kiss me baby.” wonbin nearly begged.

you didn’t have to be asked twice to turn your head as far as it would go. wonbin caught your lips hurriedly, placing kisses to your jaw and cheek before kissing your lips successfully. he was overstimulating you both, becoming distracted between all the ways you touched. the fogged windows of his car only made everything worse, heat just circling the area between you two.

you completely froze and no longer kissed wonbin back when you came. it was too hard to focus, each time your walls clamped around wonbin’s dick made you whine out helplessly. you wanted to cry when wonbin pulled away from your body to pull out. your sweat cooling on your ass and back mixed with wonbin’s hot cum. he moaned and pumped his length. he finally letting himself quickly rub at your clit to match the pace of his hand on himself. he kept going, long after the ropes stopped, trying to prolong the feeling of you both experiencing your highs together.

wonbin didn’t pull his hands away until your legs shook and a weak hand pushed his away. your ass went lower and lower and you said nothing while you caught your breath.

wonbin went to the center console of his car, opening it up to pull out napkins from his various takeout orders. he was delicate wiping himself from your back despite wishing he could keep it there forever. you murmured a tired thank you, still in your resting position. wonbin let himself slump into the seat after he cleaned you up, still trying to catch his breath as he pulled up his underwear. he looked at his foggy windows, then to you. wonbin let himself run his hands down the line of your back before affectionately tapping your butt.

“are you alright?” wonbin asked.

your moved from your spot, back on the seat to get more comfortable. wonbin could see sleep pull at your eyelids as you slowly nodded.

“tired.” you said simply.

wonbin nodded knowingly, moving your body so your head rested on his lap. it wasn’t long before your eyes closed all the way, muttering something about giving you ten minutes.

“go ahead.” wonbin ran his hands over creases of your face soothingly. “you got time.” he said

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PILE ONE

queen of cups ✧ death ✧ ace of swords ✧ the high priestess

Before I shuffled, I couldn’t help but feel lonely, like there’s this pang in my chest whenever I think of life and the current state of the world. It reminds me of the term “loneliness epidemic” and how so many of us are struggling to make friends or maintain pre-existing relationships. I think you are beginning to find emotional fulfillment in different things than you did before. Nothing may have worked out - at least, the things that used to work out aren’t working out anymore. There’s this voice inside of you begging for a new beginning, for clarity, and it’s slow but surely coming towards you. Where your energy is will wildly depend on how much you’ve listened to that inner voice already, but it’s a calling towards something new, regardless.

I think you’re scared because you haven’t done this before. You may be discovering things about yourself as well that are quite surprising, like new hobbies or gifts. It’s refreshing too, both painful and refreshing. Sort of like the concept of growing pains - growing up is not easy and there are no guidelines, no roadmaps. Often, we discover things through trial and error.

You may have withdrawn your energy as well, especially from old social circles. I get the feeling you were unsatisfied. Things felt stuck. They may still feel stuck, boring and completely lost in the routine of it all. It’s okay. You’re growing. Bones can hurt when they heal and grow. The same goes for you. I see snakes here, shedding their old skin. In your case, I don’t think you have found a “new skin” already, but you’ve shed your old life either way. It’s okay to want more, pile one. It’s okay to change. We’re ever-evolving. What suited you then won’t suit you now, that’s how life goes, with the changing of the seasons. It’s beautiful to witness - and when you look back you’ll realize just how much we can shift, how many places we’ll go and how much more there is to life than our old selves.

It’s okay to let it go. You’ll be okay even if the waters are muddy for now.

This is a very spiritual pile! Make sure to cater to your emotional and spiritual needs, taking care of your physical body and being around soothing, comforting or quiet places while you tend to this new self.

channeled messages & songs: white snakes, ring, scarf, life path 8 (or 8 in general), silver jewelry, bodies of water, sleeping, bed-rotting, kundalini awakening, modern loneliness by lauv, scorpio, pisces and cancer, hermitting, social batteries, introvert, epiphany, books, the bible, prophetic dreams, chocolate, ego death.

PILE TWO

six of cups ✧ the hanged man ✧ eight of cups ✧ seven of wands

You are returning to yourself, it feels like a sort of homecoming. Fighting for your peace while, at the same time, learning to accept what you can’t control. You have walked away from old beliefs, from restraints of the past and renewing your faith in yourself. Even the picture you’ve chosen is a close-up of someone’s outfit walking away. You’ve found dignity and you’re not willing to sacrifice it anymore. Maybe you’ve left a situationship or relationship that was draining you, molding you into someone you weren’t. Props to you for that. It’s not easy and I know it.

Your guides are proud - they’re very serious and regal. They think you deserve more than what you’ve had. Not in a self-serving way, don’t mistake it for self-indulgence, but in a human, dignified way. They see you as royalty, too. They don’t want you to settle for breadcrumbs in life anymore. No matter how difficult it’s been, they don’t want you to stop believing that things can get better.

For most of you, this is a time when you’re shifting into a more peaceful but assertive phase. You’re taking charge of your joy, your future and your responsibilities without clinging to self-blame or guilt. Maybe it took you a long time. I heard “recovery” in my mind and this has possibly something to do with a specific illness or disease you’ve battled for so long. There’s a huge feeling of relief, of taking a long breath after a tiring day.

It’s okay, you’re home now, you’re safe now. You can relax. You’ve got this, pile two.

channeled messages & songs: therapy, journaling, barbie or baby doll, sage green, green tea, pastels, tiktok, doomscrolling, healing, “i’m not the girl i used to be”, rainbow by kacey musgraves, self-acceptance, shadow work, “i’m still standing”, camping, nature, libra and taurus.

PILE THREE

three of swords ✧ the hermit ✧ the star ✧ queen of pentacles

Your heart is broken. Someone or something has left you to lick your wounds and tend to the bruises they gave you. You’re in pain, so much pain that it may be unbearable to wake up everyday. You’re questioning your worth, your self-esteem has crumbled.. and you don’t want anyone to find you, to see you in such a vulnerable state. All you do now is hope for better days, pray a rainbow comes after the storm because the current is heavy and has taken you astray.

Unfortunately life can’t always be what we want or expect. Allow room for these heavy emotions - this too shall pass. It’s okay to be disappointed, to feel betrayed and hurt by what happened. If the ground was pulled beneath your feet, was it ever really that solid to begin with?

This is the aftermath of something painful. And that’s okay. You can’t force yourself to feel good. In the meantime, you can take it slow, nurture the hope for better days and hold onto it. I know we tend to view hope as mostly something negative and passive, but you can take baby steps towards emotional fulfillment. The Queen of Pentacles suggests you take it slow - there is no rush to healing, nothing to be accomplished, there is nothing for you to prove. You’re human, and therefore, worthy of compassion, patience and healing. Remember the Wheel of Fortune: what comes up must go down, what goes down must go up eventually. You’ll feel better, pile three. I promise.

channeled messages & songs: taking a walk, flower pot, cacti, heartbreak anthems, olivia rodrigo, punk rock, “i’m angry all the time”, hurts like hell by fleurie, capricorn, saturn, personal year 5, backstabbing, depression, navy blue by muna.

PILE FOUR

the hanged man ✧ the hierophant ✧ six of pentacles ✧ the star

You’re learning and teaching. Giving and receiving. Letting the scales balance themselves out, remembering that balance is not always fifty fifty. All the piles have had somewhat similar themes, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you have felt drawn to either pile one or two, but this one feels like a continuation of it, so it could be that you’re transitioning from one to another. Naturally, please take only what resonates for you!

You may have found a new job, a stable relationship, a good circle of friends. You know, despite the positive feeling of these cards, I can’t help but wonder if you’re waiting for it all to crumble again, feeling like the shadows of your past are going to haunt you forever. I keep wondering if you’re okay, I keep wanting to ask you. You’re scared, you’ve got your guard up. You can’t really trust it will last - and while it’s true that it all comes and goes, you can trust nothing is ever wasted.

Let your guard down. Not everyone has your worst interests in their heart. Maybe self-isolation suited you before, didn’t it? You weren’t used to being loved, you still aren’t. But you still deserve it. Sometimes it’s easier to endure the hard things because they’re all we expect. It’s difficult to take in the good things, isn’t it? To feel worthy of them. To realize there is more to life than survival. You’re finally living now - and that’s a good thing. Uncertainty is scary, but in a way, so is the familiarity of hurt, of unrequited lovers and callous friendships. Are you ready to be loved, pile four? You can ask for the good times as much as you want, but when it is here, you have to remember to enjoy it, to not be on the lookout for the bad things so much.

We’re rarely in control. I know it’s difficult, but that’s often a good thing. Not being in control means you can worry less. You can fret less. You can take it day by day, knowing that the outside forces will do what they must and we’re all silly little souls on a giant floating rock.

PS: You’re doing well, I promise.

channeled messages & songs: self-sabotage, nightmares, attachment issues, bulletproof by la roux, bones, candles by daughter, earrings, 2024 planner, five year plan, entj, istj, quiet singing, “the pen is mightier than the sword”, studying, sweater weather, stress cleaning, autumn girl.

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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟓𝟎𝐬!𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: teeth rottin' fluff, make out sesh. kinda long but 50s!el is my baby boy.

A/N: since my brain is chaotic with fic ideas most of the time and i'm too lazy to write all of them out, i decided to give headcanons a lil try ;). lately i haven't been quite in the mood for smut or anything naughty naughty, so enjoy this piece of softness. 💗

you can imagine elvis to be famous or not, up to you!

Lots of dates.

Mostly initiated by you because you come up with ideas where to go, but he loves it.

The both of you would spend too much money on new clothes and records. He loved shopping as much as you did.

Picking out outfits for each other and showcasing them, driving the sales person crazy because you'd hog the fitting rooms for hours.

MATCHING OUTFITS! (i will simply pass away)

It's usually the colors that you'd match together, but he liked buying the exact same thing as well - mostly shirts and jackets.

Doesn't like it, but would carry the shopping bags and your purse if you'd ask.

Listening to new music that recently came out at record stores. This is definitely a weekly activity.

Diner dates!!!

Sharing a milkshake with two straws, because you're cheesy like that.

He always lets you have the cherry on top of the whipped cream.

Flipping a coin to decide who will pick the next song on the jukebox.

Most of the time you'll stay until closing time, unless you two have plans to hang out with friends that evening.

DRIVE IN DATES.

You'll go see whatever movie is popular at the time, not caring what genre it is because the both of you don't care about the movie at all.

You two will watch the first half hour, until the snacks are gone and you're all over each other.

It stays with just kissing on most nights at the drive in, but sometimes he'll mention the blanket he has in his trunk and you'll allow him to get what he wants.

Because even though you're a little shy about doing stuff in public, you want him just as bad and can rarely resist him.

THE MEMPHIS FAIR, BABY!

You can spend hours and hours at the fair.

Riding the same rides over and over again, stuffing your face with food, spending way too much money on games to win prizes.

He refuses to leave the fairgrounds until he won you at least one big prize.

You were just as happy with the smaller stuffed animals, but he had his mind set on a huge panda bear and you knew there was nothing you could do to talk him out of it.

He won it, ofcourse he did, and carried it to the car for you.

He put the bear on a chair that stood near your wardrobe in your bedroom, making sure it faced the bed.

You couldn't help but feel a little awkward whenever the two of you were intimate and the bear was right there, staring back at you.

On nights when Elvis wouldn't be staying over, you'd turn the panda around so you would actually be able to get some rest without feeling creeped out.

Road tripssss!

In either his Pink Cadillac or Cadillac Eldorado. Your knowledge on cars is pretty much non existent, but you like the colors.

Warns you to tighten your headscarf when he speeds down the highway, but you never listen nor learn so you always lose it.

You bring snackies, but it's never enough and you both start craving fastfood as soon as a restaurant comes in sight.

The choice is always McDonald's, since you don't go there much and it became one of your little 'date locations' during these road trips.

He always insists on using the drive-through, but makes you get out of the car because you spilled ketchup on his seat once.

“As if you never spilled anything in this car,” you huffed with an eye roll, eating your burger from a safe distance from his car.

You knew he'd get the double meaning and he'd give you a smug grin, playfulness on his tongue as he spoke.

“And who’s fault is that, hmm?”

You'd flip him off, making him chase you around the parking lot before pushing you back in the car when your burger flew out of your hands and on the window of a parked vehicle.

During the summer, he'd beg and beg for you to get on the back of his motorcycle and while you were a little nervous about it, you agreed because you couldn't listen to him talk about it for another second.

You loved it more than expected and the roles soon flipped around - you being the one asking him to go on rides.

While the both of you loved to go out and hang with your mutual or own friends, you loved staying in just as much.

Because the both of you still lived at home, you'd often be cooped up in your bedrooms.

Despite being young and your relationship being fairly fresh, you two didn't go at it every chance you got but neither of you had a problem with this.

You liked being in each others' company, no matter what you were doing.

Sometimes he'd go through your entire vinyl collection that you had neatly placed on a shelf above your desk and he'd play record after record.

He didn't like all of them, but played them nonetheless because you liked them and he loved hearing you hum along.

Being in your presence calmed him down. He especially loved it when you'd lay with your head on his lap so he could play with your hair while you were reading.

When it was a book, he'd busy himself by trying to make little braids in your hair.

But when you'd be flipping through a random magazine, he wouldn't shut up.

“Read me the music columns, baby,”

Takes the magazine out of your hands because he wants to read them again with his own eyes.

Snatching the magazine back out of his hands, he lets you flip through it again but will tell you to slow down because he didn't finish reading the page you're on.

He'd point out the things he would love to see on you when you'd look at the clothes that were currently trending.

“This would look real cute on you,” he would say, pointing out a baby pink skirt with cherries embroidered onto it.

When his eye catches the polo shirts in all the colors of the rainbow, he gets excited.

“We could get a matching pair!”

“Elvis, I’m pretty sure these are for girls,”

He'd look down at you with a smug grin on his face, scoffing softly. “Honey, I don’t care. You know how good I look in pink,”

You knew he was probably dead serious about it, but laughed at him and circled the shirts with a pen to get back to them later. If he wanted one, he could get one.

When you'd linger a little too long on a page with Marlon Brando's face printed on it, he didn't do much to hide his jealousy.

“Stop droolin’ over this fucker and read me my horoscope already,”

You'd laugh and caress your fingers over Brando's face, sighing dreamily which would get your boyfriend even more riled up as he'd huff and pout, trying to get the magazine out of your hands.

You gave him what he wanted eventually, reading his horoscope to him.

He'd smile and nod when his week seemed to be looking up according to the stars, but when it wasn't as good as he hoped it would be, he would scoff and roll his eyes.

“Pssh, what a load of bull,”

He pretended not to believe in these things, but you knew he did.

Whenever your or his parents were away, you'd mostly be hanging out in the living area.

It was the only place in both your houses with a TV and it was nice to be able to watch your shows without any parents or siblings talking through the whole damn time.

Your attention span was short whenever you were in your boyfriend's presence, and so was his because casually watching TV on the couch always turned into make out sessions.

Elvis was the first boy you kissed, but he taught you well and you found yourself becoming obsessed with kissing him.

He tasted like Pepsi and you had grown accustomed to the lingering taste of the cigars he smoked throughout the day.

His favorite position was when you'd be next to him, your legs draped over his lap so he could run his hand along the side of your thigh, his other hand placed at the nape of your neck.

It was comfortable for you too and you loved playing with his hair (as much as the product in it would allow you to) and resting your hand on his chest or on the side of his neck.

His kisses were soft and gentle, allowing you to take the lead so you could set the pace. He wanted you to be comfortable and while he was a tad bit more experienced, he wanted you to show him what you liked.

He thought he might know everything about you and your body, but he realised you could still teach him a thing or two about yourself. Elvis hated studying, but when the subject was you, he was the best student of the class.

“You taste like strawberry today,” he'd point out, going in for a kiss in between every word to kiss the slight gloss off your lips.

“I bought a new lip balm today,”

Humming deeply against your lips, he'd dip his tongue across your lower lip, sucking on it gently.

“Do they sell more of those flavors?”

You giggled, listing off all the flavors. He decided that he wants to kiss every single one off those pretty lips of yours.

“Let’s try ‘em all, baby,”

He wouldn't give you much time to agree, his hand running up your thigh and squeezing softly as he'd dip his tongue deeper in your mouth.

Slightly tilting his head and moving his hand from your neck to wind around your shoulder, your lips fell into a comfortable and slow paced rhythm.

The two of you were in sync, perfectly aware of each others' next moves and it made you shut out the world around you.

Your favorite show that was playing on the TV had become nothing but background noise.

His large hand would engulf your smaller shoulder, squeezing you softly in the embrace because he wants to feel you closer against him.

Unfortunately for the both of you, you still had to fill your lungs with oxygen but when you'd pull away from each other, his hand that had been on your thigh would move to the side of your face, cupping your cheek.

Nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours as he takes stammered breaths, his eyes taking in every detail of your face.

He'd caress his thumb across your lower lip, the corner of his mouth rising in a grin as he looked at your slightly swollen lips and the smudged tint of your lip balm.

“My pretty baby has pretty lips,”

Those words made you blush every damn time and he knew it all too well.

He liked seeing your cheeks heating up, flushing a shade of pink because of him.

“Could kiss ‘em all day, every day,”

Small, open mouthed kisses on your parted lips as his thumb caressed your cheek bone.

Whenever you wanted to kiss him properly again, he'd laugh softly and teasingly pull away because he wasn't done looking at you.

Always complimenting you on how pretty you look with your lips swollen like that, how he loved kissing you and how much he loves you.

Saying it back made you even more shy, but he wouldn't kiss you again until you told him. He knew you loved him, but he loved hearing you say it.

“I love you, Elvis. Please kiss me,” you'd pout and whine a little, knowing that usually got you what you wanted.

Ofcourse it did this time too, because he was weak for you.

“Okay, fine, fine. Because baby asks so nicely,” would give you a theatrical and playful sigh, rolling his eyes before he'd lean in again and capture your lips in a kiss again.

You'd happily let him take charge after a little while, moving along to his pace as he'd deepen the kiss.

You two didn't always kiss with the intention of sex, but you knew whenever he'd moan into your mouth and his hand started creeping underneath your skirt or dress that it was his sign that he wanted more.

You were more than happy to give it to him. Sometimes you'd make it to your room in time and sometimes your parents came home before you even had the chance to take things a step further.

Jumping away from each other and pretending to watch TV, you were pretty sure you could never fool your or his parents but they never commented on it because they too had been young once.

Takes about half an hour to kiss you goodbye at the door when he'd be over at your house, or in the car when he'd take you home.

When you wouldn't be spending the night together after spending the entire day side by side, you'd talk for hours on the phone.

Sometimes it would be deep conversations about the future and sometimes it would be about absolutely nothing, but you enjoyed every second of it.

Neither of you would hang up until one of you would fall asleep or one of your parents came in to tell you to hang up, not understanding what in the world you could be talking about after being around each other most hours of the day.

But you and Elvis were inseperable and you believed it would stay like that forever.

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revserrayyu · 20 days

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2.2 Penacony thoughts [part 5]

**Major story spoilers** as we’re finished the main story here. Going to be chatting even more about Acheron and our time in the Horizon of Existence, the real final boss, as well as all cutscenes that follow, so if you haven’t finished the whole story yet, I encourage you to come back and read this all later if you wish to do so after you experience everything for yourself first.

I gotta start off by saying that I absolutely love how this scene looks. Yeah it’s upsetting to learn that Acheron’s companion here is actually dead, but all the rain falling upon that red glow is just really nice to look at. Of course Acheron is slaying as usual too. I even dig the shadowy look of this man despite his circumstances.

Is Acheron kinda of like a grim reaper of sorts? At least that’s the feeling I’m getting when she says she’s guiding lost souls. And correct me if I’m wrong, but he is the one who wanted flowers on his grave, right? He just doesn’t remember I assume? It also seems that “Acheron” is just a river and I vaguely remember Acheron mentioning one during her conversation with the “Dreammaster” inside the park.

So I guess this is what all that red text meant? It wasn’t something we should have feared but a way to guide us forward, onto the right path? That’s how I’m interpreting it. Anyways, name drop reveals that this man was actually one of the Nameless buried at Dream Flux Reef.

Soon enough we arrived at the Horizon of Existence with Acheron and I’m like 99% sure this set of questions she asks us are close to the same exact ones she spoke of when we met her inside that first dream. I wish I remembered my choices to her questions from back then, because with the game only giving us one option to choose for each question, I wonder if it’s giving us the same option we picked when we first answered her because that would be amazing.

SHE. SAID. THE. THING!!! Acheron real name confirmed!!! Even though it’s pretty much what we all expected from the very beginning, it’s great for it to finally be true and not be a total secret.

A big ol’ cutscene begins and it reminds me of how little we actually received about Boothill, like yeah he shoots that fancy relic bullet up into the sky because he’s the only Galaxy Ranger around who can do so, but he didn’t do much else? I mean I absolutely enjoyed seeing him interact with Dan Heng and everyone else but to not even get the chance to fight a battle with him seems weird after 2.1 gave us the chance to really use both Acheron and Aventurine and test our their gameplay whenever we switched to their perspectives. Same thing happened with Robin too. We walked around as her and Boothill for brief moments but that was pretty much it, making the switch seem kinda pointless to me.

I got no words for this. It’s just an incredibly beautiful screenshot of her. I’ll never get tired of seeing all that red whenever this monochrome world takes over. Makes me regret skipping her every day but next time I’ll pull her for sure.

Yet another line she told us during our first encounter with her. Also, if this is the last time we see her in the story, I’m gonna be sad.

The crew!!!! I’ll admit it does look a little silly that we’re only armed with a hat while everyone else has a reasonable weapon, but I love each one of us so much!! It felt perfect for me to have Himeko in my team during the upcoming fight too.

While I figured we were gonna be blessed with Robin’s appearance and one of her songs during the fight, can I just say that I was not expecting the assist mechanic to be the mother-forking Express?? I had joked somewhere sometime ago that if Pom-Pom were to ever become playable, that their ultimate would be running the enemy over with the train and color me surprised, because that’s pretty much what happens!!

So the final battle itself went pretty well. Took a bit more damage than before but still an easier fight overall than how Aventurine’s went for me. I knew I didn’t have to bring in our dear gambler in since the fight itself granted us shields, but his helped me just fine along with all those follow up attacks.

I think my Trailblazer managed to do pretty well too? I stressed so hard to break that 145 on speed to access that secondary buff of the Talia planar ornaments, so that’s why other stats may be a bit lacking. At least I have break effect at 197%.. is that reasonable?

Anyways, as much as I adore Serval, I had to use the train to deliver the final hit.

Pfft, ain’t no way. Sunday is really over.

Look at us protecting March, aww!

Trailblazer pulls off some last minute talk-no-jutsu to get through to Sunday’s head and with a heartfelt embrace from Robin, I think it’s time to start crying.

C’mon, look at how gorgeous this is!! Such a beautiful sunrise to witness after all the chaos is over.

Surprisingly, the credits roll again only this time it actually feels like a proper ending to the story. It even lists Acheron’s true name, yet March still remains a mystery. When will we ever learn? Who knows.

Final cutscene of the patch begins and what do you mean Argenti saved Aventurine??? When and how and why didn’t we get to witness such a moment with two of Star Rail’s most beautiful men!

Aventurine betting his own life once again.. oh dear, you never learn. Then again, it seems you never lose either so, go ahead sweetie. Go get that promotion you so rightfully deserve!

This scene also bums me out a little because I was really hoping we would actually get to see Jade arrive in game this time around, but it seems we’ll have to wait even longer. Cutting it a bit close to her release with it being in the same patch but at least she’s phase two. I’m pulling for her day one though. I don’t care what happens in the story, it won’t change my mind about her! (to be fair, I’ve seen some leaks about her gameplay and, oh my god..)

Boothill unexpectedly enters the room after knocking out the two IPC guards outside the door and we’re left with yet another cliffhanger. Definitely not as strong as a final scene as the previous two versions but no way a random name drop could match a sudden surprise death either.

And finally, that’s all for now. Penacony remains to be a story full of mysterious twists and there’s plenty more to see.. hopefully. We still have no clear idea what happened to Firefly, then there’s all those bombs Sparkle was handing out to everyone, we still have to officially meet Jade and see what she and Topaz have planned. Sunday and Robin were last seen falling from the sky so they gotta land safely and I haven’t a clue if we’ll even see Acheron again. Here’s hoping 2.3 ties up all loose ends and gives Penacony the finale it deserves!

#honkai star rail #acheron #boothill #stelle #robin #sunday #aventurine #gameplay #revs rambles

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cibeeorsomeshit · 18 days

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Stolitz Week Day Five & Six: Love Letters/Duet & Date Night/Slice of Life (Ao3)

Your sort-of boyfriend thought he was a bad father. It was extremely stupid so you had to correct him. In a bar. By singing. That was just how things went sometimes.

A/N: the song blitz sings in this is HS by Tom Cardy lmao

Solitude led to thinking, and contrary to what most would like to think, Blitzø’s brain wasn’t completely void of thoughts. Sometimes he would stop in the middle of a task because his mind suddenly went into overdrive, sometimes he would knock himself out (with drugs, sex, or picking a fight and then not really fighting back) so he would be blissfully, deliciously not thinking.

Weekends were the bane of his adult existence. When sinners and hellborn that managed to hold a job rejoiced at the idea of finally having a break, Blitzø was left alone in too many ways. He scowled at those “I hate Monday” mugs and hated the fact a sentiment shared across Heaven, Hell, and Earth and probably beyond somehow eluded him because he was just that pathetic. He would be counting downs the seconds when he could go back to work, go back to being needed by clients, to vexing Moxxie and joking with Millie, to sliding up to Loona to say “whatcha doing” instead of knocking on her door tentatively and asking if she wanted to watch a movie.

But it took seeing one of those stupid overused mugs again for Blitzø to realize he was feeling less of the usual intense hatred and more of a tepid annoyance, because he had been looking less forward to Mondays now.

“What are you looking at?” Stolas bent backward and rested his head between Blitzø’s horns.

“This stupid mug.”

“Do you like it?” Stolas stood up and moved to go into the shop, which meant he was dragging Blitzø as well, seeing that they haven’t let go of each other’s hands since Stolas took it in the car.

“No, I fucking don’t. So don’t think about buying it.”

“Oh.” Stolas sounded genuinely disappointed. “But I really want to buy it for you.”

“Buy me a horse.”

“I offered!”

“Loona said she’d move out.”

“I can keep it at the palace.” Stolas said. “And then you will have to come over more.”

“Bitch, I already spent most of the week at your place.”

“But I want more—” Stolas whined and draped himself over Blitzø, this time further down so he could look at his eyes upside down.

“If you get more I’ll be living with you.” And then Blitzø immediately regretted that, and Stolas immediately pounced on that.

“That would be so wonderful, oh, Blitzy! Just think about it—”

They both knew Stolas was mostly joking, but the undercurrent of unfeigned desire was just as transparent in the way Stolas never really managed to conceal when it came to Blitzø. His voice and manner and gaze all exuded something nearly feverish. The first time it happened it was when Stolas almost said the Three Words that Blitzø knew he was not ready for. Some Devine or Hellish intervention must have been in place because rather than hightailing out of there to have his panic attack in a bush somewhere, Blitzø actually managed to stay and have his panic attack in Stolas’ arms instead. During the breakdown with colorful metaphors (i.e. lots of cursing involving body parts), Stolas saw that somewhere deep down Blitzø wanted the same things but his heart and brain had been rearranged in a way where nothing worked properly, and those things — those terrible things like respect and the L-word and unconditional affections — Blitzø couldn’t handle in large doses. Stolas had learned to trickle these things, like tricking a cat into drinking water just to survive, and often Blitzø wouldn’t even notice he was receiving the L-word long after he was feeling gooey and healthy and not shitty.

But just as Blitzø couldn’t handle it, Stolas sometimes couldn’t help the onslaught of the L-word he apparently have so much of for Blitzø (what the fuck), and if Stolas at least attempt to restrain himself for Blitzø, Blitzø also tried to accept Stolas’ occasional leakage. It was called compromise or some shit, according to Moxxie, and apparently it was a good thing so he would just have to accept it.

The image Stolas was painting of, not just waking up next to each other (they did that already) or walking in while the other had their pants down (they also did that already), but the life of always having someone with you, to return to and be returned to, was not something Blitzø could handle in the middle of the street in front of a shop selling shitty mugs.

Physical restraint was in order. Blitzø climbed Stolas like a tree, grabbing his face and using his tail to cover Stolas’ mouth, looking into eyes and choking out a “Birdy,” nearly pleading and definitely pathetic. Stolas blinked the love-sick haze out of his eyes and wrapped his arms around Blitzø, taking all of his weight.

“I’m sorry, darling,” Stolas muffled, and Blitzø moved his tail away, trailing the tip along Stolas’ jaw in a small gesture of reassurance. “I got too excited.”

“No shit.” Blitzø buried his face into soft feathers, trying to regain some sort of composure. He closed his eyes and mumbled, too low to be heard properly: “I have too many cracks to live with, no need for you to live with them too.”

Stolas started walking with Blitzø still clinging to him. They were attracting stares but honestly they do that just walking normally anyway, so Blitzø couldn’t give a fuck.

They didn’t talk the rest of the way, but Stolas slotted his talons in between the spikes on Blitzø’s back, pressing into the tender flesh, and Blitzø absentmindedly chewed on Stolas’ neck, leaving bruises no one but themselves would know.

The bar they were heading to was a new one, a recommendation from Moxxie. When Blitzø left work today, Millie wished him a good date, and Blitzø belatedly realized, yeah, this was a date, right? Or were they past that? And if so, what was happening?

(Blitzø might have had this little crisis on the drive over, and Stolas simply hooted his soft laugh and took his right hand. And if Blitzø had to park the car without changing gears, then everyone else on the road would just have to deal with it.)

Their table was in the center of the whole place, Blitzø knew from experience with Verosika that restaurants always seated the pretty and the famous in the middle so everyone could see them and also make the pretty and famous feel important. Usually the ugly people and tourists got shoved to the side or the back and were basically forgotten. Somehow Blitzø always managed to snag someone who was center-seat pretty.

Stolas didn’t really care about feeling important though (most likely because he was very important) but the lighting was low and soft enough that he didn’t mind. He stretched his legs out to Blitzø’s side, and Blitzø rested his boots against them, something he realized after a dozen or so times that Stolas wasn’t actually looking for some fun under the table, as fun as they both find it to be, Stolas simply liked Blitzø in any way possible, all the time.

Dates, people might call these, but in some way it was exposure therapy for Blitzø. After Ozzies’, Stolas went out of his way showing he was Blitzø’s (not the other way around.) The tabloids were feral the first few weeks, though Stolas didn’t seem to care, saving all of the clippings because he thought Blitzø “looked very handsome in them.” Dumb bitch also stopped Blitzø from doodling on (scratching out) his own face.

Fizz also loved sending any gossip that was reminiscent of Asmodeus and his relationship when they first came out, though coming from Fizz it was more like encouragement masquerading as shit-talking.

Now it wasn’t so hard for Blitzø to sit straight and look Stolas in the eyes when they were out. He could even take the jabs the bartender threw at him when he went to get drinks. Blitzø just launched an empty beer bottle right at him and didn’t pay him. He was with Stolas, what was that fucker going to do?

It was odd that Blitzø was the one bouncing on his feet and Stolas was the one with downcast eyes, but that was what he came back to.

“Do they have absinthe?” Stolas asked, and of course they did, so what Stolas was really asking was for Blitzø to ask why he needed it.

“Christ’s ass, what happened? I was gone for like two seconds.”

“You were gone for ten minutes and started the fight at the bar.”

“Started a fight and won.”

“And won. Sorry, darling.”

“So what happened?” Blitzø would also need that absinthe if Stolas was upset about him — them — fuck.

“Stella called.”

Somehow that was worse.

“What did the harpy want? Another crown for the tenth ego she sprouted?”

“About Via.” Stolas sipped his wine, then took a bigger gulp. On stage , the band started setting up their equipment, while the singer crooned a melody for warmup. Stolas leaned closer to Blitzø over the music, “Stella hosted some guests today and apparently Via didn’t follow proper etiquette. She wants to keep Octavia there longer so she could ‘fix the damage I caused.’”

Blitzø stared, dumbfounded to the point he was unable to muster up any of those scathing insults that made Stolas giggle through his misery.

“That’s such bullshit. Octavia was probably messing with those privileged shitbags. I’ve seen her, she knows what she’s doing.”

“Do you really think so?” Stolas covered his eyes with a slender hand, so delicately that made Blitzø want to hold his face for him. “I try to raise her differently than I was…but maybe I was too lenient, maybe not giving her the skills to be a royal will be damaging because I can’t protect her forever, no matter how much I want to. So maybe I did raise her differently but still messed it up all the same.”

“You are so smart, but sometimes you say the dumbest shit.”

Stolas removed his hand and glared. “Excuse me?”

Blitzø climbed onto the table and crouched in front of Stolas, grabbed his face until it was squished together between Blitzø’s hands. “Most of the time she is the smartest, toughest, most functioning person in any room, and that’s because of you, not your ex-bitchwife, not all those fancy tutors or all the other Goetias, you, but because you are a fucking bitching dad.”

“Bitching dad.” Stolas repeated dazedly.

“The bitchingest.”

“That’s not a word.”

“Of course it is. I just said it.”

Blitzø finally got Stolas to giggle. “You are too nice to me. I can’t believe everything you say or else I will be too cocky.”

Blitzø pressed his mouth to the ticklish spot Stolas had just below his chin. “Oh, what, you think I’m a liar?”

Louder giggles. “I didn’t say that.”

“I guess I’ll have to convince everyone to convince you then.”

“Oh?” Stolas’ smile was teasing, most likely because he didn’t know what Blitzø had in mind, and the teasing bled into confusion when Blitzø pulled away, then finally settled on flustering when Blitzø got to the stage and started whispering to the lead singer.

Blitzø could be very charming when he wanted to be, and not a few words later he was on stage and climbing onto the stool while the lead singer retreated to the back with an air kiss to Stolas. Blitzø fake coughed to get the attention he already had from everyone.

“How’re you all doing? I would say sorry but I’m really not, this is an intervention because there is a certain demon down there that needs some sense knocked into his pretty head.”

The band started playing. Stolas’ face hurt from how much he was trying not to smile. Blitzø stuck his tongue out between his teeth and grinned in the way that always made Stolas want to drop everything and simply kiss him, kiss him, kiss him until there was nothing else they could do.

Sadly that had to wait. Blitzø was belting on stage to the hoots and cheers of the crowd: “Now and then, we all get a voice that stops us in our track—”

Blitzø was not the best singer, but his charisma made the amalgamation of singing-talking-rapping-mumbling extremely enjoyable to experience. By the end Stolas was full-on laughing. His phone was ringing and he knew it was Stella calling to simply ruin his day again, but Stolas couldn’t even bother with hanging up on her. He was too busy having fun.

“So get on up here and tell this world what you are—” Blitzø was jumping violently on the stool now, and Stolas was out of his seat running, reaching the stage in time to catch Blitzø jumping off and into his arms. “What are you?!”

“The bitchingest dad!”

“The bitchingest! The hottest! You’re not shit you’re the shit!”

“I’m the shit!”

“Fuck yeah!” Blitzø screamed into the mic and Stolas screamed with him. The whole bar was a mix of screams joining in or curses telling them to get the fuck off stage.

“Thank you,” Stolas whispered. “You’re right.”

“Yeah well, I’m pretty smart.” Blitzø's tongue was still sticking out, flicking in the air playfully, probably tasting the joy in the space between them. “Let’s get fucking drunk.”

But Stolas was not done yet. His voice was raw from laughing and it was with that voice he said, low, covering the microphone so only Blitzø could hear: “You might think you are cracked, darling, but I think you’re just well-worn, like a love letter I read over and over again. I will caress those torn parts you have.”

And Blitzø could have absolutely killed Stolas there, because there was no reason to drop that when they were surrounded by a bunch of randos. Blitzø clung to Stolas, gasping for something other than air. “God damn it.” Blitzø trembled and kissed Stolas. “Buy me that fucking horse, then.”

(Day Four) ← →(Day Seven)

#helluva boss #stolitz #stolas #blitz #blitzo #blitzø #my writing

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backstage-autorin · 4 months

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I can't stop thinking about the HTDIO scene where the characters read the blog post

Content note: the quotes from the blog post will have ableism in them, which is called out in the context of the show but may not be what people want to see on their tumblr feeds.

I've seen the show twice, once in early January and again at the closing performance, so I didn't pick up on everything (unfortunately I forgot what Tommy's line was and until my 2nd time seeing it I misremembered which character had a specific line.) The first time I saw it I felt the breath get sucked out of the room at the opening line that Dr. Amigo read; I didn't get quite the same feeling the 2nd time but I saw it but I feel like the closing show was more fans seeing it one last time/who had seen it already and had somewhat braced themselves for the scene. (That being said, the 2nd audience cheered more when Remy's livestream included the phrase "Nothing about us without us, while I heard less of a reaction from the audience my 1st time).

But one thing that stands out to me about that scene is how the lines are perfectly crafted to tie into the characters' storylines and hurt each character individually.

To break it down by character with the caveat that the quotes are gonna be incomplete paraphrases(in alphabetical order except for Drew because I remember his line being last in the scene):

Caroline: "most will never marry or have children" (a few scenes ago she was singing about hanging family pictures down the hallway with Jay) (when I first saw the show I thought this was Marideth's line, tying into her conversation with her dad about dressing like Santa for her hypothetical future children)

Jessica: "most may never be able to live on their own" (throughout the show she has been working on trying to move out of her mother's house by learning life skills like cooking and the fact that her crush on Tommy is partly due to her search for a boyfriend who can drive so she no longer has to use unreliable government transport)

Marideth: "the nightclub is full of loud noises that can cause meltdowns and tantrums" (Marideth's sensory issues are prominent throughout the show--her opening line is an opinion of the scent of soap, she hates zippers that touch her skin [at least that's my interpretation of hoodie zippers being ok when dress zippers are bad] and the loud sounds in the diner stress her out. However, we also see that she has strategies to deal with unpleasant sensory input, like noise-canceling headphones)

Mel: "kings and queens for one night" (erases their existence as a nonbinary person)

Drew: "when you think you can't do something, think of the young boy with autism asking a girl to dance" (not gonna lie I also saved this one for last because there's so much to unpack. Given the fact that Drew is a high school senior, "young boy" is pure infantilization. At the end of Act 1, we see him want to ask Marideth to the dance but end up asking her if she wants to borrow his book about Pangea instead. In the long run this works because the book helps Marideth process her feelings for Drew, but in the short run the article line looks like it was written to taunt Drew for chickening out at the last second. This line in the article also ties back into the beginning of the song under control, when Drew contemplates his life thus far and the pressure he feels to "be the poster child for if he can then you can")

I just feel like the way the lines are individually crafted to each character's storyline needs to be talked about. Also if anyone can remember what Tommy's line was (with or without a connection to his storyline) that would be appreciated.

#how to dance in ohio #htdio #htdio musical #actually neurodiverse #actually autistic #ableism #scriptwriting #musical theatre #broadway #fan theory

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sotwk · 11 months

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Hehe I'm curious are any of the 5 brothers musicians? What instruments do they play? Also do any of them paint or do handicrafts?

Eeeee! More questions about the Princes! *hugs Anon fiercely* 🥰 (Thank you thank you!)

Musical and Artistic Skills of the Thranduilion Princes

Answers under the Fancast image:

(Thranduilion Fancast L-R: Mirion, Turhir, Arvellas, Gelir, Legolas)

All five of the brothers can sing beautifully because communal singing is something that Woodland Elves love to do. The princes grew up within that culture, and throughout their lives they developed skills within the extent of their talents and interests.

MUSICAL SKILLS

MIRION: His vocal range isn't wide, (his voice is quite deep, much like Thranduil's), but when he sings, the quality of his voice makes people fall silent to listen. He is especially good with lullabies that soothe children and put babies to sleep. He plays the violin with great skill, but usually does so when alone as a way to relax.

TURHIR: The least musically inclined in his family, but would willingly sing for community celebrations. Much prefers to listen to music rather than create or play it, and actually has a discerning ear.

ARVELLAS: Doesn't sing very often (usually just in community events), but he is a masterful harpist, which he does recreationally or upon the request of his family.

GELIR: A magnificent singer, and he's not afraid to show it off. He sings to animals as well as people, and this is one of the ways he communicates with them. He is also extremely skilled at making animal sounds, so much that most elves cannot tell the difference. He plays various types of flutes, and always carries one with him when he travels, which he uses to entertain himself and others. He can also play the lute, but not as frequently since it's an extra item he does not want to carry on his frequent travels.

LEGOLAS: The musical "jack of all trades" in his family. He can sing very well, and dabbles in virtually all existing instruments he has encountered. He has a knack for just picking things up, and creating songs at random (like a Hobbit!). He and Gelir are the "performers" of the family.

When it comes to arts and crafts, the princes all each have extraordinary natural skill for it, because they descend from the House of Finwe on their mother Maereth's side. They all have different passions and interests, but are all very skilled with their hands. (*wink-wink* Had to.)

ARTISTIC/CRAFTING SKILLS

MIRION: He is a blacksmith and metallurgist; next to his family, this is his greatest passion, and would be his full-time profession if he did not have Crown Prince duties. He specializes in designing and crafting armor and weaponry, renowned for their beauty, strength, and unique ("magical") properties. Many of his designs are produced for and used by the soldiers of the realm. His favorite masterpiece is the Elvenking's famous sword, which he gifted to his father early in the Third Age.

TURHIR: His dedication to combat and warfare doesn't give him as much time to devote to the arts, but recreationally, he is a builder and craftsman. He enjoys and is skilled at constructing and making things, usually practical objects such as houses and large furniture. He especially likes woodworking and carpentry, and is a member of the very exclusive guild of woodcutters (felling trees in the Woodland Realm is highly restricted).

ARVELLAS: Where to start with this scholar-genius, Fëanor reborn? He writes in virtually every script existing in Middle-earth, including his own system that he devised for use by his family. He draws, paints, and sculpts in different styles, all with master-level proficiency. He is an inventor, an architect, and an engineer, and he spearheaded the design and construction of the underground halls his family moved into late in the Third Age.

GELIR: He takes the least interest in creating art (much like his father), but he has taken the time to learn to craft things he finds useful for himself. He is a master fletcher and ropemaker, able to make both items either with great speed or great intricacy. He is also skilled at putting together makeshift items as needed during travels, such shelters and camping implements.

LEGOLAS: Has the greatest skill working with paper, fiber, textiles, and ceramics/clay. Creative-minded with very nimble and dexterous fingers, he likes to whittle objects out of leftover/discarded wood, such as small toys. He is known for making elaborate artwork and décor from folded paper and leaves (Elvish origami). He is both an experienced basket-weaver and potter. He is also a talented painter, though he tends to paint more abstract pieces that is less appreciated by conventional tastes. His wide range of skills allowed him to transition to being a shipwright at the end of the Fourth Age.

For more Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

Tolkien Headcanon tag list: @quickslvxr @laneynoir @auttumnsayshi @achromaticerebus @tamryniel @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog @blueberryrock @aduialel @glassgulls @ladyweaslette @klytemnestra13 @creativity-of-death @heilith @fizzyxcustard @absentmindeduniverse @lathalea @tamurilofrivendell @jordie-your-local-halfling @ladyk8tie @scyllas-revenge @asianbutnotjapanese @conversacomsmaug @lemonivall @ratsys @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @entishramblings @stormchaser819 @freshalmondpandadonut

#sotwk headcanon #thranduil #thranduil headcanon #legolas #mirkwood #mirkwood elves #the elvenking #lord of the rings #tolkien #tolkien headcanons #tolkien elves #sotwk ocs #thranduilion #mirion thranduilion #turhir thranduilion #gelir thranduilion #arvellas thranduilion

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PF2E Classes and Dating Dynamics

Episode 1: Bard

Bard + Alchemist: Wedded Weirdoes. Sharing a love for the boundaries of the known world, and even moreso pushing past those boundaries into the unknown. Eclectic, odd, and idiosyncratic, but never out of sync with one another. There is at least 1 mutagenic used in the bedroom nightly.

Bard + Barbarian: The Wolf and its Howl. Barbarian feels numb to the world due to their grueling training, and Bard reminds them the beauty of small, gentle things. Who is protecting whom differs depending on which you ask.

Bard + Bard: Songbirds. Cute little love ballads to each other, coming up with the stupidest rhymes with each other's names. Calling each other pet names like "Muse" and "My Sweet Sonata". Nasty freaky sex.

Bard + Cleric: Would you still love me if I were a Bookworm? They meet in a class discussing the Theological importance behind Likha, The Teller. Both are quiet, so as not to gush, until an obscure bit of trivia leaps from their mouths in unison. They spend the night together in the dorms, but they're far too busy talking to sleep. Two lovable gray ace dorks.

Bard + Champion: Hype and Hyper. Champion slays and kicks ass for their god. Bard thinks that's badass, starts playing some sick trumpet. The excitement is electric, and sparks form between them. They have a sex playlist, and Def Lepperd is on it.

Bard + Druid: The Spider and the Fly. No one understands the Druid quite like the Bard. There is a roughness, a viciousness to love that society has shorn off. Filed the points from our fangs to distance ourselves from beasts. The Bard remembers. The Bard can sing the old songs, just like the Druid can. Stare them in the eye, no matter their shape or size, and refuse to blink. Their love is raw gold in the belly of a forgotten cave, and that's just how they like it.

Bard + Fighter: Knight and Squire. Bard has ballads set aside just to tend to Fighter's wounds. Fighter learned to pick up a shield so that no one hurts their Bard. They lift each other up, holding each other to a fierce, almost competitive standard, only because they believe in each other so much.

Bard + Inventor: Experimental. Societal standards are stupid and identity is what they want it to be. Transhumanists who love each other's ability to ebb and flow. Music, fashion, expression, and even bodily configuration change day by day, and yet their hearts never drift apart.

Bard + Kineticist: Hearts Aflame. A Bard in awe of a dangerous powerhouse of fire. A Kineticist baffled by this Bard's insistence on being around despite constantly getting (slightly) incinerated. Their love is sacrifice and compromise, hard earned and Aloe scented.

Bard + Magus: Battle Buddies! Have you ever noticed how combat is like a dance? These two have! Magic, steel, song, dance, blending together in beautiful harmony. It's no wonder they get along so well, they're like puzzle pieces fit tightly together.

Bard + Monk: Order and Entropy. Sometimes, we must shed blood for peace. Sometimes, our silence must speak loudly for us. The Bard's creativity is tempered by the Monk's discipline. The Monk's form is made flowing by the Bard's song. In life and love, all things must be brought into balance.

Bard + Oracle: Strangers Together. An Oracle's burden is a heavy one. Nightmares wrack their restless nights, and alienation riddles their everyday life. If not for the lullabies of the Bard, they wonder how they would sleep at all. They hold hands, staring together at the Enigma, and for a moment, they feel a little less alone in this weird, wild world.

Bard + Psychic: Dark Side of the Heart. Bard will never forget their first meeting. Psychic will never remember it. The power of a Dark Persona is mesmerizing, like looking into the eye of a storm. Bard has tried and failed a hundred times to capture that feeling into a song. Psychic eventually stops apologizing for its existence... and feels a lot less lonely now that they have someone to confide their darkness into.

Bard + Ranger: Folk Heroes! Any talking that is done in this relationship is very one sided. The Bard will tell you all about how their partner slayed the evil giant with one hand tied behind their back, or pole vaulted across the sea with a single bamboo chute, or lifted a whole town out of the way of a volcanic eruption! The Ranger, smiling quietly, will simply add "That's true, mostly."

Bard + Rogue: Starcrossed Sneakthiefs. They meet in jail, both imprisoned under different circumstances. This isn't either of their first jailbreaks, but its their first one together. They turn robbery into romance, and second story work into soulful serenades. The only thing they need is each other... and everyone else's stuff too.

Bard + Sorcerer: Forbidden Feelings. Who else would understand? The way that society treats us different...the way they cast their looks of shame down upon us. We were born this way! We had no choice! If only they knew just how heavy it was... the burden of being...just so horny for dragons.

Bard + Summoner: Pet People. It's not often you find your true soulmate, or a trusty animal companion that'll stay by your side. Even rarer, the Bard finds both in the Summoner. Eidolons, the truest shape of one's soul, have a kind of "people sense" that cannot be overstated. It is no surprise then that the Summoner's face turns bright red when, for the first time ever, their Eidolon bends its head down to allow the Bard to give the goodest boy some pats.

Bard + Swashbuckler: Theater Dropouts. They met in the detention center of their college. One had switched the prop swords with real ones to show their prowess on stage. The other had cast Sleep on the lead to make them miss their entrance. It isn't their fault that the stage isn't big enough for them, someone ought to build a bigger stage! When they look into each other's eyes, minutes before facing their possible expulsion, they realize it doesn't matter. They'll star in this adventure together, two leads unbound by petty things like direction and criticism.

Bard + Thaumaturge: Hobby Hubbies. Bards, like crows, are known for their love of shiny things. Any Thaumaturge worth their weight in salt has a plethora of trinkets, doodads, and gizmos that have been marinating in hundreds of years of esoteric lore. You know what they say, couples that treasure hunt together stay together.

Bard + Witch: Love Through Spite. Listen, patrons suck. They're flighty, they speak in riddles, they have stupid expectations, and half the time they don't even know what they want. The only difference between ours is that yours is the Spirit of Winter and mine owns a villa in Tian Xia. Let's bitch together until the pain stops.

Bard + Wizard: Bitter Rivals. These two are the absolute bane of any unsuspecting lecture goer's existence. It starts off simply, one will answer a question provided by a teacher, or give some small anecdote. Like volatile chemistry, the other will react with something snide. Snideness turns to rudeness. Rudeness turns to vitriol. Vitriol manifests in nasty spells slung across the lecture hall. With all of the fighting they do, it's a wonder (and a nightmare, really) to all their classmates why they always end up in the same classes. The truly keen are left with an even larger mystery: why has the Wizard been repeatedly spotted leaving the Bard's dorm in the wee hours of the morning? The world may never know.

#theoposting #pathfinder2e #ttrpg #pf2e #rpg #dnd #romance #fantasy #dating #shipping dynamics #shitposting #shitposts that I worked way too hard and long on but whatever it's a writing exercise so like it counts as being productive or something

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11 and 15 for afofa please?

💚❤️

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

AHH OKAY SO—this one, this one is a little tricky! Because I hc them as half French on their mother's side (which could still be true! Technically!) and AFO learned French once he discovered this, his favorite petnames for Yoichi are French endearments! Mon trésor, mon coeur, ma vie, à moi—notably anything that stakes claim :) Yoichi likes them too, because he has a language kink the size of Jupiter. (I'm not projecting I swear I promise—)

Yoichi nicknames for AFO are more...complicated?? Like, in the Absolute Power verse Yoichi calls him Taka-nii and then eventually aniki, the latter of which is All For One's favorite even though it implies a level of distance between them. But! I have a new headcanon born of the manga canon, and it's that before they knew what names were, they just called each other by certain words that they associated with the other most strongly: Takashi's is Tsukamu (掴む) which means "hold" or "grasp", and Yoichi's is Atae (与) which means "give". They used these until AFO found out what names were and subsequently gave Yoichi his name :3 Even afterwards sometimes the old ones still slip out if they're not paying attention.

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

You are IN FOR IT my friend because I have a playlist a fucking MILE long for them >:3

↑ Classic song for them, classic song for any yanderesque ship.

↑ Yoichi my beloved 😭 Yoichi to All For One. The WAY that Yoichi @ All For One.

↑ Both of them. Yoichi is singing it in regretful melancholy and an acknowledgement that he wants his brother to die all while still loving him, and All For One is singing it sweetly and longingly, wanting to be together forever, even in death :)

↑ Only bombarding you with two Autoheart songs this time, because these two are my favorites for them, but please know that every Autoheart song is about them. Every. Autoheart song.

↑ THIS one is actually in both my AFOFA playlist and my Ichinii playlist. If you've ever heard it you'll know why :3

↑ Me when AFO. When All For One lamenting Yoichi's absence. When All For One lamenting Yoichi's death. Me wHEN AFO SAYING THE WORLD HAS LOST ALL MEANING NOW THAT YOICHI NO LONGER EXISTS WITHIN IT—

↑ Same as above 💞

↑ Okay, this one is another classic dark ship song; at least for me. It's in most of my ship playlists ngl. It's got that toxic codependent romance/abusive relationship vibe ✨

↓ All For One and Yoichi duet in this one 🙏 It's an argument, a lament between them, and I'll let you decide which verses are Yoichi's and which are AFO's ;)

And I literally can't put anymore but!!!! I HAVE LOTS!!!!

#asks #afofa #anonymous #ask game #ship asks #bnha #boku no hero academia #all for one #shigaraki yoichi #first one for all holder

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Fate & Phantasms #311: Faerie Knight Tristan

gosh, today’s episode of Fate and Phantasms is just so sad- Tristan, play Despacito. wait, that’s not Tristan, it’s today’s focus Faerie Knight Tristan, a.k.a. Baobhan Sith. She’s a Whispers Bard to play some creepy music and impersonate humans as well as an Enchantment Wizard to learn some life-draining magicks from your momma.

check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

next up: and the winds would cry, and many men would die, and all the waves would bow down to the- wait, no, wrong fish woman.

Ancestry and Background

apparently “Baobhan Sith” means “baboon of peace” in Gaelic- at least that’s what google translate had to say about it- but that doesn’t really help us pick a lineage, does it? I mean there’s the hadozee, but uh… no.

you learn creepy magic from Morgan though, so Hexblood should work fine. you even become a Fey! I don’t think you’re short enough for the small size, but you do get +2 Charisma and +1 Dexterity, as well as an Ancestral Legacy for some skill proficiencies. grab Animal Handling for your riding skill and Deception to become an imposter among us. funny meme joke.

you have 60’ of Darkvision and can create an Eerie Token by pulling out a part of yourself as a bonus action, making a tiny item that lasts the rest of the day. with it, you can send out a Telepathic Message to its holder over a 10 mile distance as an action, or you can begin Remote Viewing for a minute to see and hear from the token’s position. the latter destroys the token, but the former is free.

you can use Hex Magic using your Intelligence to cast Disguise Self and Hex once per day each for free, or by using spell slots. So technically the bard levels aren’t 100% necessary, but I think having to hurt someone to disguise as them is more in-character. it’s certainly a good excuse!

As a Knight of the Order, you have proficiency with Persuasion and History.

Ability Scores

your highest score is in Intelligence, since you have literally the most busted magic tutor known to man. second to that is Charisma, mostly because you’re kind of terrifying, but also because your faerie type is really good at disguising itself. third is Dexterity. we’re not getting an actual bow to use, but you’re good at strumming and balancing- both are dexterity. your Constitution isn’t that great, but you eat the life force of others so it shouldn’t be that hard to stay topped up. your Wisdom’s a little low on account of you indulging so much, and we’re dumping Strength. that’s more Barghest’s role.

Class Levels

1. Bard 1: starting off as a bard bumps up your Dexterity and Charisma saves, as well as giving you proficiency in three skills of your choice. grab Performance to play some really sharp notes and History and Intimidation to be a scary noble.

speaking of notes, at level one you can use your Bardic Inspiration to give an ally a d6 they can use to improve an attack, save, or check they make in the next minute. you can do this Charisma Modifier times per day as a bonus action.

you also learn some Spells. once you become a wizard we won’t go over all of them, but bards are usually more restrained. grab True Strike to hopefully aim a bit, Minor Illusion and Disguise Self to impersonate loved ones, Bane for a fun little curse right off the bat, Feather Fall to glide a little to make your animations easier to pull off, and Animal Friendship for your riding skills.

2. Bard 2: second level bards are Jacks of All Trades, adding half your proficiency bonus to all skill checks you make that don’t already add it. I’m not sure if tutors exist in faerie england, but if they do you have one.

you can also use a Song of Rest to add some extra healing to your party’s short rests. this is probably the most out of character SoR’s ever been, but having extra HP on hand to suck up is never bad.

finally, you can Detect Magic. proper magic’s rare in the Feywild, but you’re good at figuring it out.

3. Bard 3: third level bards can join a college, and in the college of Whispers you can get real creepy thanks to your Words of Terror. if you talk to someone alone for a minute, you can force them to make a wisdom save. if they fail, they’re frightened of you or another creature for up to an hour, or until it or its friends get attacked in its sight. if they succeed, they don’t know you even tried anything, and you can do this once per short rest.

you can also spend your inspiration on some Psychic Blades- once per round when you hit a creature with a weapon attack they take psychic damage. we’re not getting bow proficiency, but if you really want it you can use an epee or crossbow.

you also gain Expertise in two skills, doubling your proficiency bonus in Performance and Intimidation.

you can also create a Cloud of Daggers- not for any particular reason, just feels right.

4. Bard 4: are you fey enough yet? I don’t think so. let’s get Fey Touched to fey a little more every dey. dae. whatever. with this feat, you round up your Intelligence, and can cast Misty Step or Command once a day for free, or by spending regular spell slots. that’s how ruling works, right? force everyone to do what you say?

you can also stab people so hard they’re stuck in place with Hold Person, or just make fun of them with Vicious Mockery. that’s fun too.

5. Bard 5: fifth level bards get supercharged inspiration, their dice growing to d8s and also by becoming a Font of Inspiration to regain their uses on short rests. that also gives you another die of damage with psychic blades btw.

you also finally learn the truest way to govern: Tongues! now you can understand and speak all languages for an hour, so everyone can understand your commands! yay!

6. Bard 6: sixth level bards can countercharm but we’re here for the Mantle of Whispers. when you kill a humanoid within 30’ of you, you can steal their shadow that lasts for the rest of the day. if you use the shadow, you transform into that person for up to an hour. not only does that change your face, but you learn any information about that person they’d freely give away. you can take a shadow this way once per short rest. I’ve only found one book series that actually gives baobhan siths this power but damn if it isn’t cool.

you can also cast Major Image this level, mostly because there isn’t anything else we really want from the bard list.

7. Wizard 1: now that we’ve got your existence down, it’s time to learn. as a wizard you can learn a lot of Spells that you cast using your intelligence. you don’t get to use all of them at once though, preparing a couple each day from your spell book. to help you cast more spells, you can use an Arcane Recovery once per day to recharge a few spell slots over your short rest.

you get a ton of spells each level, so we’re not going over everything here. still, grab basics like Mage Armor and Magic Missile for some music notes that never miss and the ability to fight in your best dress.

you can also Find Familiar to locate a grimalkin, since you have a skill that does that, for some reason. and I thought I randomly tack shit onto builds…

8. Wizard 2: second level wizards pick their specialty, and as an Enchantment wizard you’re an Enchantment Savant, halving the price and time it takes for you to copy enchantment spells. backups are always important if you want to keep all your spells, so stock up!

you can also use one of the most powerful shutdowns in the game, Hypnotic Gaze. you can force a creature in melee range to make a wisdom save against your spell save DC- if they fail, they’re charmed for a round, or until they take damage or you move away. the big part of this is that you can spend each turn maintaining the effect without another save. so yeah, if you’re alone with someone you can sit them down until they die of dehydration, and there’s nothing they can do about it. also you can do this once per day per creature, so keep that in mind.

9. Wizard 3: third level wizards get second level spells, and you get your first life-sucking option, Wither and Bloom. you force a constitution save on a bunch of creatures, dealing some necrotic damage if they fail. one creature who is also in the area can spend a hit die to heal up, using your spell modifier as a bonus. it’s not super strong, but hey it’s a second level slot.

10. Wizard 4: fourth level wizards get their first Ability Score Improvement, so bump up that Intelligence for better everything we care about. you can also use a Mind Spike now! it’s not a literal spike for your heels, but it’s pretty creepy. if the creature fails their wisdom save they take damage and you can track them down for up to an hour, even if they’re invisible.

11. Wizard 5: with your third level spells, you can pick up a more traditional bloodsucking spell, Vampiric Touch. touch someone, vampire, them, pretty self-explanatory.

12. Wizard 6: sixth level enchanters have an Instinctive Charm to them that makes people want to hurt them less. specifically, you can react to an attack to force a wisdom save against the attacker- if they fail, they have to attack someone else. you can do this as much as you like, but when an attacker saves you can’t use it on them again until tomorrow.

you can also use Spirit Shroud now, because god knows you haven’t been creepy enough already.

…wait, so the hypnotic gaze sets an enemy’s speed to 0, and this reduces their speed by 10’… how does someone having negative speed even work??? do they start reversing through time? moonwalking everywhere? whatever it is it sounds fun, ask your DM about it.

13. Wizard 7: seventh level wizards get fourth level spells. your Black Tentacles are supposed to come out of your back, but they attack anything that gets in range so maybe hold off on the character acting this time around.

14. Wizard 8: use this ASI to bump up your Dexterity to die less quickly. you can also use Leomund’s Secret Chest to hide stuff from even your mother. probably.

15. Wizard 9: ninth level wizards get fifth level spells, like your most powerful lifesucking spell Enervation. it’s like witch bolt, but you suck up life at the same time. it’s also got a much longer range, so it’s actually usable.

16. Wizard 10: at level ten you can Split Enchantment, so leveled enchantment spells that usually hit one target can now hit two. why dominate one person when you can hit two? polyamory for the win!

17. Wizard 11: your spells past this point are just cool wizard stuff. turns out having the lostbelt king as your mother comes with some serious perks! Soul Cage lets you be sadistic to people you’ve already killed, very spooky, and True Seeing will help you look past the other fae’s bull.

18. Wizard 12: bump up your Dexterity again for a tougher AC, and better offense if you ever use that bow properly. I don’t know why you would when you can blast people with a Circle of Death, but maybe it’s a matter of taste.

19. Wizard 13: when we finally get seventh level spell, you can pull out your noble phantasm, the Finger of Death. pick a creature, force a constitution save, deal an ungodly amount of necrotic damage if they fail. any humanoid killed this way also comes back as a zombie, how fun!

20. Wizard 14: with your ultimate level you gain the enchanter’s ultimate ability- Alter Memories. when you enchant one or more creatures, you can alter one of their memories so they don’t realize they were charmed. on top of that, once per spell you can use an action to wipe a creature’s memory while they were charmed. if they fail their intelligence save they’ll forget up to 4 hours of time they spent enchanted. use the court politics to your advantage, and nobody will ever notice your hand pushing things into place, not even the people you’re pushing.

also you can cast Mordenkainen’s Magnificent Mansion now, because why not travel everywhere in style?

Pros and Cons

Pros:

your charisma skills are solid, and that’s before we get into all the ways you use magic to mess with people. basically, if you’re alone in the room with someone there’s no way it’s a good thing for them.

you’ve got spells on spells, with slot recharging, free spells, and spell-like abilities giving you plenty of options to keep things interesting. plus bards have some great bonus action spell options if you want ‘em, so you can keep busy even while using your Hypnotic Gaze or Enervation.

you’re weirdly tough. your AC is decent enough, especially for a wizard, and you can use fear or magic to make yourself even harder to hit. when you do get hit, you still have plenty of ways to heal yourself, usually while also hurting the enemy at the same time.

Cons:

even if you can heal, your low HP can still be a problem. if someone so much as sneezes on you, you’ll be in Power Word Kill range. thankfully you’ve got that big ol’ tank to fall back on, so as long as you don’t have to stand right next to the enemy, you’re all set! Hypnotic Gaze has a range of what now?

while you can make some serious waves with the spells you have, it’s no secret that missing out on level 9 spells always hurts. upcasting Dominate Person to warp the minds of two people for a day is cool, but so is Wish, which can do a lot more.

a lot of your options feel a little… one note. you deal damage, but it’s almost all necrotic. you do debuffs, but they’re almost all charm or fear. it’s not hard to imagine you’ll have trouble with high-level enemies.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #DND #Baobhan Sith #wizard #bard

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▌┊ CHARACTER STUDY ／／ : MICAH'S CHARACTER INFO SHEET

NAME : Michael " Micah " Astereus Xenowake

NAME MEANING : Michael / Micah ( Hebrew : " Who is like God? " ), Astereus ( Latin : " starry, bright one " ), Xenowake ( Unknown origin : Composed of two elements, xeno- " strange, foreign, unusual " and -wake, " wake, vigil, watch, period of guard duty " to form a meaning, " the strange watcher " ).

ALIAS(ES) : Saint Crychimera

ETHNICITY : Korean

THREE PICTURES YOU LIKE BEST OF YOUR CHARACTER :

THREE HEADCANONS YOU'VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE :

Micah is able to learn how to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on about every known instrument. This was one of their personal goals that they had thought of when they were a preteen, specifically at a time when they were frustrated over the thought that they could never be able to play any instruments efficiently due to their slow processing speed and excessive forgetfulness. Before Micah picked up violin and can play it skillfully a few years, they made a goal to at least learn how to play the song in mention on every instruments.

Since childhood, Micah hold endless love and fascination in entities with monstrous natures and designs, fictional and reality. They always feel as they can relate and understand these beings when they lack connection with being human and humanity itself. While this does not have to be the case for general population, but as a personal choice, Micah uses they / it / xe pronouns as an intention to dehumanize themself like how monsters are referred to with these pronouns. Despite appearing as a human, Micah doesn't like to be seen as so as they lack reactions to being called with terms such as boy / man, girl / woman, person, etcetera. Being called a star, constellation, anything astro related are their most preferred term preferences of being perceived as and referred to.

Micah have a special interest in crows and ravens that are their ultimate favourite animals. When Micah was a child moving in between foster homes, they knew a group of them who they would always feed and play with. These animals usually followed where Micah went, even in different neighborhoods and towns. In a way, they were Micah's guardians who would check up on them and gave them trinkets. Since Micah was adopted into the Everlove family, they lost contact with them, although they ( along with Phoebus and Philos ) would never forget about these birds who had always been there with them like how the stars did when they had no one but themselves. Micah does occasionally see one or two at certain locations and in the ones where they wouldn't expect a raven or crow to roam in, they often wonder if these are the ones who they knew in their childhood. ( Micah likes to think they are so. )

THREE THINGS YOUR CHARACTER LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME :

Skygazing : Micah extremely enjoys gazing at the sky during early morning with the clouds and late night with the stars, appreciating the wonders above. This is one of the very few things Micah engages in since they were an infant and a passion that still exists within them after thirty years of living.

Art creating : This is a general broad hobby that Micah have that involves art in general with visual arts, literary arts, and performing arts, when Micah have equal amount of love in these three aspects while trying to take proportionate time with each of them. They love to self express and tell stories to others, so they always find the time and energy to create something and anything.

Learning : Micah loves to learn about everything, everyone, and everywhere. They are the kind of individual who would browse on Wikipedia and fall into the rabbit hole for hours learning about various people, places, and items across multiple topics. They wish to love and appreciate the world and universe, so they enjoy taking the time in learning and loving every little parts of existing.

EIGHT PEOPLE YOUR CHARACTER LIKES / LOVES : Warlock Moonglade, Adoniram Bloodburn, Sweetsilence, Steelstorm, Father Lucas Lovewright, the Starwake System, the Everlove family, You ( the Audience )

TWO THINGS YOUR CHARACTER REGRETS:

Not being able to save Adoniram from the fire : Although Adoniram turned out to be alive and Micah reunited with him in early June, two months after the event, this is the moment that brought out many fears that they have from losing their loved ones and not being able to at least say goodbye to those who they would lose ( since Phoebus soon fronted to protect the Starwake System and especially Micah ). Micah always felt they could've done more and believed it's their fault that they got caught up in the fire with their car, even though it is possible a Metaeidos was responsible for this assault that led to Micah and likely Adoniram becoming an Antigod.

Telling Phoebus, " I hate you " : While Micah and Phoebus reconciled and have a stronger relationship since the near end of season two, Micah holds an eternal deep shame and regret in their mistreatment towards Phoebus since learning about their existence and getting official diagnosis of their Dissociative Identity Disorder. The mistreatment involved Micah ignoring Phoebus, repressing them as to unable give them full access to their body and brain, and saying that one line to them at their lowest point. Micah held high uncertainty and fear towards their starmates, especially Phoebus who they thought was overcontrolling and overprotective, but Micah couldn't see that everything Phoebus did was only out of love based on how they were raised and treated collectively by others. Micah never told anyone they hated them but Phoebus being the first and only, and it broke Micah to see that they said it to the first person in their life who had only ever loved them.

TWO PHOBIAS YOUR CHARACTER HAS:

Claustrophobia : The fear of being in enclosed or crowded spaces. Developed during early childhood with few experiences of being locked within small spaces by abusive foster families. This prevents them from wanting to stay in buildings for a long period of time as they often have the need to go out in open space.

Aleotophobia : The fear of making mistakes or not being good enough, of imperfection. Developed due to the abuse and bullying they experienced growing up since childhood. These experiences shape their view and treatment towards themself where they feel as they always have to make the best choices and judgement, otherwise they will be shunned or abandoned.

#𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ STUDY . ›#𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ CANONS . ›#𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ MICAH . ›

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stranger things ● summer of 86 pt 3 ● e.munson

warnings

blatant disregard for season 1 through 4 canon. Forget what you think you know because it doesn't exist here. mentions of bullying / confrontations and small town gossip. mentions of alcohol/smoking and other vices. eventual filth. eventual overload of PDA, holy shit. barb and robin are gay and we're all here for it, alright? + the internalized angst and fears that go along with being gay in the 80's. small town and their crappy mindsets and the way everyone talks and judges everyone. gifted kid burnout / hints of reader having had recent struggles with her own future.

reader/you are female. you/reader are also the oldest Byers, putting you at 21. you/reader are also very confident in yourself despite a past track record of clearly not being that. you/reader have female parts / a certain personality and appearance aesthetic you enjoy now. listen, i left this as vague as possible but know this is me being a self indulgent little shit, so... if less than vague readers aren't your thing, friend..

word count

2640 exactly. If you need context for this, you can find ( part 3 ) here.

(( I am.. fully in the grips of all my bullshit. ))

summary

it's the summer of 86. eddie's just trying to figure his way through his 'adult' life and all the freedom that goes along with. you're back in hawkins for the first time since at least 84, on the heels of a bad breakup and your spur of the moment to drop out of college in your second year. they say people meet each other when they're most needed, right?

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is ( here ) if you want to be added, please click or let me know to add you. if you signed on to this for gareth/steve other character content and you don't wanna be tagged in Eddie things, also let me know.

@eddiemunsonspantschain i had to tag you in this. i had to, okay? it's our guy. Feel free to ignore, babes!

@tbmunson babe.. bestie.. babessss.. this is all you because you didn't talk me out of starting this one. I hope you know you're my inspiration and i looove youuuu.

@allelitesmut your tags mean the world to me omfg. you have no idea how good you make me feel. i'm glad you like my writing and I hope you like this too.

@caravelofthesun

@chaoticcancer

@dylanwritesgood

@just-a-blue-nerd

@slyisbehindyou

other links

masterlist ● eddie's masterlist ● about + rules

And I just want to make love to you

Feel your body heat

Eddie hears Gareth’s drums hit the concrete floor and brown eyes pop open. Glaring. Gareth’s snickering, doubled over and laughing so goddamn hard he’s totally red in the face. “The fuck is so funny, Emerson?”

“Why the hell are we playing this shit?”

Eddie’s mouth opens and closes and he scowls when words won’t come. Truth is, he heard you humming along to this song as you roamed the aisles in the gas station when he bumped into you earlier in town.

And he wants to impress you even though he knows him and you are a dream concept and it’ll never actually happen.But the overwhelming urge to impress you somehow is there and he’s being tortured fully by it, so.. He’s learning the song of a band he doesn’t particularly care about one way or another.

And he’s trying real hard not to make a music video in his head starring you and featuring the more suggestive lyrics in the song.

“Fuck off, Emerson.” he grumbles at last. “Can you keep it in time today? Maybe?”

Gareth laughs even harder and Gareth doesn’t think that’s possible because he was almost wheezing not even three seconds before. “This has nothing at all t’ do with the bartender..”

“Fuck you.” Eddie flips him off as he digs out a partially crushed soft pack of Camels and presses one between his lips to light. “Fuck you, man.” and he’s laughing because the whole thing in itself is hilarious to him. Because he’s making himself embrace and be okay with the fact that guys like him never get the girl.

Because why would it be any different this time?

“I gotta get going. Work, dudes. We’ll pick this up later, right?” Eddie asks his friends as he pockets his keys and begins to unplug his guitar and the amp he bought himself at the end of May. Gareth nods and Ethan gives him a thumbs up, grinning. Jeff speaks up casually.. “Later, man.. Maybe while you’re out and about, you could stop in that store your little bartender works in and actually talk to her instead of staring at her every time she bends down or over, dude? Just a thought.”

“I was not staring. I was appreciating a piece of art, Jeff.”

–

“Gonna go hide in the bathroom and cry now, Jane? Go ahead. Go cry. Loser.”

Jane’s fists clench at her sides. Max tenses up and she nudges Jane. “Say the word and I’ll punch her in the throat.”

Jane shakes her head. “If we ignore her, she’ll leave.”

“She hasn’t actually done that yet, Jane, c’mon. I need to punch her in the throat.” Max mumbles back.

Jane’s eyes dart around the crowded roller rink.

You’re standing over by the barricade with Robin, Nancy and Barb. The four of you are passing a soda around.

The last time Jane mentioned the situation with Angela, you made her swear she’d tell you the second something else happened. And you’re her sister now. She doesn’t want to break that promise. She also doesn’t want to look weak and pathetic or become known as the tattletale because according to her friends and her brother Will, that’s not a good thing.

Max follows Jane’s gaze and spots you. She grabs Jane’s hand and she’s practically dragging her across the wood floor as one of the people working the skate counter calls out to the two to get their street shoes off the skate floor. Max raises her middle finger and yelps out over Van Halen, “Calm your tits, idiot. We’ll put the damn skates on soon.”

You’ve just taken a sip of the extra large cherry Coke you’re sharing with Barb, Robin and Nancy as your eyes dart around the skate floor.

You spot Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan sitting at a table on the outside of the barricade and you laugh. “They look so miserable.” you shake your head as you say it and Nancy takes the drink from you, raising the straw to her own lips. “They are. They fight non-stop. Or that’s what Steve was telling me, Jonathan, Barb and Robin the last time we did movie night. They’re not sleeping at all because a toddler and a five month old are apparently not a fun combination to have. Tommy didn’t get some promotion at that new car dealership so they were fighting about that too.. It’s awful, I feel bad for them..”

You cringe. Shrug mildly. “I mean, to be fair, they’re both selfish and childish, how’d they think having kids together was going to work… I said what I said. They weren’t adult enough to play house. I feel bad for those poor kids because their whole little story reminds me of a case I got to sit in on before I dropped pre law… It sucks when the kids suffer their parents obvious stupidity. It really sucks..” and you take the drink back from Nancy, taking another sip. You spot Carol and Tommy looking your way and when it gets to a point where it’s not only obvious but annoying, you give them a sarcastic little wave before turning your attention back to your friends.

“When is Steve gonna let me meet his future ex wife anyway?” you’re only half joking. Truth is, between what your brother and Nance have told you and what Barb and Robin have also told you, you’re kind of worried about the guy. He just doesn’t seem to be in the headspace to be moving in with this new girl he’s been seeing and she’s just.. Immature from what you’ve heard all your friends say.

“He says they’re not serious enough. I’m telling you, she’s a full on airhead.” Robin laughs. “It’s got disaster written all over it and I.. I mean we.” she gives Barb a soft little smile as she says it, “We keep telling him to just hang on, there is someone out there for everybody, even him.. But he’s determined, like.. He wants all these things and he wants them right away.”

“Oh yeah, that’s gonna go horrible for him.” you agree with Barb and Robin. Barb is the one who mentions your most recent relationship. “Why’d you break up with Daniel anyway? You were all about him before Christmas.”

You shrug. Blow at your bangs as they fall into your eyes and sigh. “He’s a douchebag. And get this.. Would you believe he expected me to like.. Give up anything I wanted to do just because we were going to get married? Like… I’m sorry, what? I’m the one out of both of us who even came close to getting that stupid internship before I quit. If anybody’s gonna be the trophy here, man, it ain’t me.”

Barb, Robin and Nancy all share a laugh. “That’s not all though, is it?” Nancy’s staring at you intently. Concerned. Because she’s overheard some of the messages that Daniel’s left on your mom’s machine begging you to at least think about coming back. He claims to love you, he claims that he’ll do whatever it takes to fix things. And you were always such a hopeless romantic, you were always the kind of girl who would try and try and try to make things work until you just couldn’t make it work a minute longer.

“Nope.”

“There’s more?” Barb’s cringing. Robin’s gaping a little. “He didn’t like.. Hit you or anything? Right?”

You laugh and shake your head. “If he’d been brave enough to try he would not have liked the way it ended for him, I promise you that. Nope, if he’d laid a hand on me this would’ve been over way before I finally ended things.” you go quiet. “I caught him throwing away my pills, man. And I found out he was screwing the secretary at his father’s firm? In our apartment?” you cringe a little. “I burned the sheets, took everything that I actually gave a shit about and left him in the middle of the night while he was out of town with his family. He’s called my moms house a million times since he got home on Monday.”

“He did what now?” Nancy nearly chokes on the sip she’s just taken and she’s looking at you with stunned eyes. “He threw away your pills?”

“Yeah. And he kept hinting at rushing the wedding. Having kids. Like… I want those things, I really do. You guys know this..” you rub your forehead. “This just felt all wrong, man. From the word go, I shouldn’t have gotten in that deep with him.”

“That’s crazy.”

“It’s entrapment, that’s what it is.” Nancy’s passing the soda to Barb and you feel a tap to your shoulder. You turn to find yourself face to face with your younger step sister Jane and her best friend Max Mayfield.

Jane is shaking her head, Max is trying to coax Jane into talking.

“What’s wrong, J? C’mon, talk to me.”

“Angela.”

Your eyes flit around the crowded skate floor and settle on the bottle blonde baby sister to Carol Perkins. The one that’s been making your sweet little stepsister cry and hide in the bathroom at lunch some days since at least Christmas.

Because she has a crush on Mike and Mike rejected her.

“Oh. Right.” you remember what you made her promise. And you rub your forehead. Your eyes darting around again just in time to see Carol huddled with her little sister and all her little sister’s snotty little friends and they’re all staring right over at the way you and your little group are gathered on your end of the open rink.

Carol’s visibly shocked when she realizes who you actually are. And when you hear Angela and her stupid little friends laughing it slams you all the way back to middle school.

Nancy sees your jaw tighten. “Hey, whoa.”

“This is not a good idea, __.”

“Sit down. Calm down.”

“Guys, this is not happening to her too, alright? It’s just not. It ends now.” you’re determined as you slip an arm around your stepsister and her best friend Max and the three of you make your way over to the other group of girls.

“Shit.”

“We better get over there, Nance. Remember second, sixth and ninth grade when she got it in her head that she was going to make Carol stop bullying us?”

You clear your throat and Carol looks up from lacing the skate shoes of a little girl with gapped front teeth and a heavily freckled face. Practically Tommy Hagan’s mini.

“Oh hey, ___.”

“We have a serious problem, Carol.” you’re calm when you say it. She’s got a brow raised. “Oh? You think so?”

“I know so. Stop playing dumb. You know what your sister’s doing to mine. You’re probably encouraging it for all I know.” you step closer to Carol as she stands to full height. But the heels on your boots and your teased hair make you just a little taller. You smirk down at her. “Your sister is going to apologize to mine and she’s going to do it right now, Carol.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Carol laughs. Shakes her head at your obvious audacity. You clench your fist. You smirk and it’s calm and cold. You’re not showing an ounce of the fear you did every single other time you tried to stand up to her for yourself in the past this time and Carol doesn’t know what to do with that.

“Oh she’s going to. One way or another.”

“Wait a second.” Carol laughs. “Is this you threatening me?”

You step even closer. Laugh and shake your head. “Oh it’s not a threat. It’s a promise.”

Angela skates up.

“Apologize to Jane.” Carol tells her sister and it’s so dismissive that instantly, it rubs you all sorts of wrong.

“Sincerely, Angela. If you pull one of those fake ones, I’ll know.. And maybe I’ll help my sister and her friends find clever little ways to make your tenth grade life a living hell.” your hand settles on your hip as you glare at the blonde.

“She won’t do anything, Angela. Just apologize. Because unlike ___ and her sister Jane, we were raised with class.”

As soon as Barb and Nancy hear that and see you going for the huge leopard print hoop in your ear, Nancy steps up. So does Barb and so does Robin. All four of you have your arms folded. Carol gulps as her eyes flit from one of you to the other. “You wanna say anything else, Carol?”

“Everybody knows it, __. You’re trash. Going away to college didn’t change it magically.”

“Really? That’s all you got?” you tsk at her and shake your head laughing. “She’s really losing her touch, I guess.” you say it and share a laugh with your best friends. The laughter dies and you tap your wrist. “Times ticking, kid.. Apologize now. Sincerely.”

“I’m sorry, Jane.”

“It’s..” Jane goes to tell her that it’s okay, a reflex you also used to have, but you elbow her gently and shake your head. “Do not tell her it’s okay. It’s not okay. She doesn’t get to treat you like crap.”

Jane nods. Max smirks at you and nods in agreement and she stands taller. “And the next time she even looks at either of you, you have my permission to give her whatever you think she deserves.”

“But Hopper..” Jane starts to point out that Hopper’s always told her not to fight.

“But Hopper will be fine with it. I’ll take the blame, alright?” you reassure her. Jane nods and takes a shaky breath.

“Apologize again, Angela.” you turn your gaze back to the blonde teen. “Now. With a little more conviction this time because I’m not sure you meant it.”

“I said I was sorry!”

“And you’re going to say it again.. I mean unless you just want me to make sure Chief Hopper knows what a bullying little brat you really are.” you threaten. Carol’s jaw clenches and she glares at you. “Is this really necessary?”

“It’s more than necessary, Carol.” Nancy asserts, giving her a calm smirk. “I mean.. Unless you want every single thing I know about your personal life to magically make the gossip pages in my newspaper?”

Barb and Robin grin and both high five Nancy.

You laugh. “What’s she know, Carol?” and when Carol tenses again, you shrug. “It’s just a question.”

“That’s none of your business. Or hers. If Tommy doesn’t stop telling Steve everything!” Carol’s loud when she says it and several parents watching their kids skate are all looking at her. The four of you burst into laughter.

“C’mon girls. We’ve tortured her enough tonight. It’s actually gotten boring. Let’s go, Max. C’mon Jane.” you call out as you start to walk away with your friends, “There’s a really killer sale on swimsuits down at JCPenney. And I think we could all use a little stop at the makeup counter, maybe?”

“Your stepsister is awesome.” Max laughs and Jane smiles, nodding in agreement as the two of them shove through a crowd to catch up to you and your friends.

And as you walk past the record store, Eddie Munson chuckles to himself and shakes his head. “Give ‘em hell, sweetheart.” he mumbles, having heard the entire confrontation.

Watching you defend your little sister and her best friend has done nothing but made his crush on you get even worse somehow.

But he doesn’t really mind.

Maybe you’re not like everyone else in Hawkins. And friends are always good to have, even if he knows in his heart of hearts that he wants so much more than that.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fanfictions #<- my writing ● eddie munson #<-warnings | idiots in love heavy flirting and PDA eventual filth ● mentions of bullying ● alcohol smoking other things ● see above #<- warning | female reader ● Byers!sibling female parts specific hair/clothing/personality + petnames and nicknames.#fandom ( stranger things ) ● season ( post 4 total au ) ● character ( eddie munson )#-- i had to do this one when the idea came. had to omg.

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Alright, I'm going to be normal for a second about a creator I've come to love in the past few days.

Lu is not someone I know much about, a furry artist on twitter (https://twitter.com/kawaiishinitai) with some small games released on Steam (https://t.co/3q5RU4wCwk). I don't know their gender, age, etc, but I have been playing their games because of a small review on their game HOLEHOLE.

HOLEHOLE is a very sweet game and I will spoil none of it other than the fact that it isn't pornographic despite that name and the big-titty mousegirl on the cover. It is just incredibly surprising for what it is.

I just played PRIPRI, the game I probably like the least of the three I've played thus far, and still really enjoyed it and had a lot to think about. Spoilers for PRIPRI ahead:

PRIPRI is a small game where you play as a prison guard who can speak to three girls: I, S, and K. The gameplay is simple, you just walk up to a room each day and then pick from a menu who you wish to speak to. Nothing at all besides that. I can tell that this game was used to learn camera work in whatever development program they have been learning, because the camera actually moves independently of the player this time, and it blends the usual first person style with VN-style talking segments.

I is a girl who likes music and short stories. I likes music seemingly because she can predict it: she has an ability to see the future, and can tell you exactly when to turn on the radio to hear the song she wants. She only asks for the radio when it is playing what she wants to hear. She likes to spend time reading books, but she doesn't read the last page: she feels lonely after endings. Likely, this is because of her ability, but we will get back to that. She predicts two endings for you that will lead to an escape, and using K, projects them into your head. K's end shows a wedding, and gore. S's end shows the promise of nudity and joy that comes with someone bursting down your door.

S, or SMILE, is a girl who explains how she has had all her limbs chopped off during different times being imprisoned. All she wants to do is enjoy life, but even escaping prison in a thing she feels might only be temporary. Living an exciting life, with someone she cares about, is enough. She has a telekinetic ability (to move fridges?), and enjoys sweets. She is short sighted and knows it and doesn't mind it. I think there's something to her being both limbless and having the ability to move things. She can move forces beyond herself, but needs physically carried by the player to go anywhere. S ends up escaping with you, tempting you but seemingly sticking around and saving you with her fridge powers. Her ending is about going somewhere far away together. Always running from the law, but enjoying it while you can, like the sweets she loves.

K is a girl who can project and perhaps create imagery. She's created many things that seem dangerous in a way she doesn't fully intend, and has gathered people she doesn't intend to. There's a trauma behind her power that has led her to twist things towards the negative. At one point, she creates the prison yard for you two to move around in, as she is tied up even more than the other prisoners and has no ability to do anything at all. During this short segment, she realizes there's no reason to create the fences, even though it is accurate. There's no need to create a world that reflects the real and painful world she exists in: so she stops doing that. Her escape with you is one that is twisted, violent, and strange, like her, but it ends with happiness.

Now, back to I: If you choose to go with her first, nothing happens. She predicts you'll die when the escape is triggered. There's nothing you can do about that. Nothing you can change about that. Go with her again at the end, however, and the other two escape, and you are saved from the fated barrage of bullets. She reveals to you that the first route with her was a prediction, one she showed you using K's ability to project images into people. And now, being hardworking, you've managed another ending. You've made her happy, allowed her to bathe in a hot spring. She admits her love for you, her hardworker with good timing. I think the game is about this, about not being afraid of what will come because of your own limitations. You can make something a little twisted, a little limited in some ways, but you can use your unique abilities to create something, and you shouldn't fear the end product.

Its beautiful! All of this text I typed about what happens assigns a lot of meaning to it, but the game never outright tells you much. No one's inner thoughts are on display for you. I played for 48 minutes for a total of four playthroughs. That's...so little time for the amount of information here. It uses the format of a game with routes to create a larger story by the time you reach the last one. It clearly has programming issues, but it doesn't really matter. I think these games are a strong case for making something no matter your skill level. Passion and fun come through first. When making art, skill is one thing, but no one can create something with your personal flavor besides yourself.

#Lu #PRIPRI

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Chess in Concert Quickfix

Apparently the Chess fandom likes to propose their own fixed versions of the script, incorporating songs from different versions and trying to arrange them in a definitive way. I haven’t seen or heard all the other versions, at least not yet (I may report back if I watch some bootlegs), but I can make a proposal on how I would briefly fix Chess in Concert - not to make a definitive version of Chess as such, so much as to just imagine a hypothetical version of this production’s story (which I do like okay in its basic beats) that would have worked better for me, personally.

My proposed changes are the following:

Keep “The Story of Chess” but fiddle with the lyrics to make the story of the princes something a little more analogous to the actual plot.

Cut “Merano” (but not “What a Scene! What a Joy!”). We can have the Arbiter announce the world championships are in Merano and just move straight from there to Freddie and Florence arriving.

Cut “The Arbiter”, “Hymn to Chess” and “The Merchandisers”. We don’t need any of this, just get to the chess match (after a brief spoken Arbiter introduction) immediately after “Difficult and Dangerous Times”, which was when I thought we were about to get to the chess match. If we want to make a jab about merchandising, it can be in brief spoken dialogue.

Also cut “The Arbiter (Reprise)” and move straight on to “Quartet (Model of Decorum and Tranquility)”.

After “Florence Quits” and “Pity the Child #1”, we add a song between Florence and Anatoly, where she seeks him out for support after leaving Freddie. It probably starts with a reprise of “This is the one situation I wanted most to avoid…”, and picks up on their connection after “Mountain Duet”, and its purpose is to make you actually give a damn. She’s there in emotional distress and Anatoly is sensitive and supportive, she probably vents about Freddie's toxicity, he expresses admiration for her courage in taking that step of just getting out of there, maybe she probes him on that and he confesses some of his feelings on being controlled and suffocated, she tells him he deserves to be free. Something like that. Tangible sense that they’re at ease around each other and able to comfort each other and make each other feel understood, generally make us believe in this romance damn it.

Instead we cut “Heaven Help My Heart”. Florence worrying he will get bored of her if he learns everything there is to know about her is just neither here nor there in this story and has nothing to do with how anything actually plays out.

We might even cut “Golden Bangkok”/“One Night in Bangkok”, too. It’s iconic and all, but narratively the only argument for including it is showing Freddie being here for chess and not any of the city’s other attractions, which is fun and does foreshadow his arc a little, in that it suggests he cares about chess, but it’s not essential and I’m really trying to tighten the narrative progression here.

“One More Opponent”/“You and I” one way or another get rewrites where we learn more about Anatoly’s feelings about Svetlana and his children and whether he’s actually torn about having left them behind or just wants to forget they exist. It’s honestly weird that we don’t ever hear a word about this from his point of view. Maybe Florence is frustrated he never talks about them and it comes out now that Svetlana is going to be there and she’s unsure whether it might mean Anatoly goes back to her after all, especially what with her trust issues. He doesn’t need to actually tell her outright, so long as we get something we can glean his feelings from. Get a sense of where his head is at with this.

Shorten “The Soviet Machine”, I don’t think I’d want to cut it altogether but it goes on for a while just kind of repeating itself. Do the first few verses through the “But we’re going to smash that bastard” reprise, then move on to a brief version of the slow bit about how their victory will be hailed.

We’re probably cutting “Someone Else’s Story” and instead maybe moving “I Know Him So Well” to its spot, before “The Deal (No Deal)”, which would mean Freddie gets that, “Pity the Child #2” and “Talking Chess” all in a row, which would be a good. I don’t hate “Someone Else’s Story” in a vacuum, but I’m kind of confused by why we’re having Svetlana now contemplating her desire to leave her husband who already ran off with another woman to a different country a year ago, I’m not sure that really contributes anything to the overall narrative even if it develops Svetlana a bit more (her role in the rest of the narrative is to try to get him to come back home to her!), and love songs written for one character getting transplanted to be sung by a different character entirely just go against my principles, insert everything I was banging on about regarding how romance ought to be specific to these characters and their relationship to mean anything. Mayyyybe some kind of version of “The Argument” from the concept album could be included before “I Know Him So Well”? But maybe the ground that would cover would be covered in the rewritten “One More Opponent”/”You and I”.

Probably make the progress of Anatoly and Viigand’s match more obvious. As it is we’re told it’s 1-1 at the beginning of Act II, with Anatoly having been distracted in the second match, but then we don’t hear about any chess until Freddie tells Anatoly in “Talking Chess” that he was 5-1 up and now it’s 5-5. So apparently Anatoly went back to a winning streak for a while after those first two matches and then started losing again? Would like to see that properly - probably him successfully shaking off the various distractions initially (this is why I thought of maybe including “The Argument”, where he’s insisting he has to keep his focus on the match), and that specifically prompts Molokov to resort to arranging to pressure him into outright throwing the game because they haven’t managed to rattle him into losing naturally as he insisted they could in “The Soviet Machine”.

“Endgame #1” can name a few champions to set the mood but then we just move on to “Endgame #2”. No sitting there listening to a list of names harmonized slowly for three full minutes. I’m sorry, I appreciate the mood-setting and the desire to acknowledge the champions, but we do not need this and we’re already about to acknowledge the champions.

“You and I - Reprise” gets some lyric rewrites to be a bit less generic oh I love you so much blah blah and address their specific situation and the issues we just saw them spilling in "Endgame #3/Chess Game #3" a bit more. (Also it should probably be clearer whether he’s actually returning to Svetlana or not.)

All told, at a very rough count, this hypothetical would tighten it up by about 20-25 minutes, cut the chaff at the beginning in particular, and hopefully make the romance easier to get invested in and the songs about it more meaningful, which are the main things I would want to fix about this production.

#musicals #chess musical #chess the musical #chess in concert

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32 Weeks Tracklist/Song Picks pt. 1 (weeks 1-8)

How/Why did I choose/chose to use the songs I did

*Full breakdown, updated in real time(weekly)*

1. Silent Hill by Kendrick Lamar x Mr. Morale and the Big Steppers

This song was chosen due to subtle melodies but a hard hitting beat. MMATBS played a huge role in my life last summer when it debuted. I followed Kenny like crazy, checking his insta and youtube regularly to see what he would do next. The music videos were food that I consumed over and over again, trying to fully tap into his message. There were other tracks in the album I wanted to remix such as; Purple Hearts/N95/Crown...but Silent Hill just felt more like my style. The lyrics basically wrote themselves. I was able to adequately outline my views for this project, and my goals quickly in the introduction.

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2. Promise by Lupe Fiasco x Drogas Light

Drogas was released in 2017, and honestly I can't recall which project I heard first: Drogas or DAMN(Kendrick). I do remember copping the physical CD at a Target and bumping it in the whip on my way home. Lupe has always been a favorite artist of my mine. Dopest metaphors, cool ass voice, and he doesnt compromise his craft. Anyway, in the song, he raps about how rappers lie so much that they can't maintain thier image or even their careers. For me, I have always wanted to rip this beat and I finally did. It provided a dope but repetitive rhythmic framework for me to lay out my direction, my goals, and intentions as a(n): husband, father, artist, this project, and really my life in general moving forward. I hope you vibe with it heavy.

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3. Cuff If by Beyonce x Renaissance

As a recent fan of Beyoncé (Lemonade, Everything is Love, Black is King, and Renaissance), I have come to really use the messaging to lean more into my partner. The music that was released (Lemonade and beyond) I felt spoke more to me about cherishing these relationships between spouse, our children and our community. I may not have a huge impact on the world, but to someone close to me, I know that my existence may mean the world to them. This is especially true with marriage. At least mine. We learn to love each other better, to grow together, and hell, parent together. It's not easy. So it's moments like this one where we enjoy our company and have fun.

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4. Cut Me a Break ft. TI x The Free Nationals

I happened to stumble across The Free Nationals about 2 years ago. I had begun listening to Anderson.Paak which put me on to Mac Miller, BJ the Chicago Kid, and The Free Nationals. There is a Tiny desk concert that made me respect Paak's talent but also his playfulness with the band made me want learn more. I searched them on Spotify and found that they had released a Self-titled album in 2019...which comes after the death of Mac Miller. He makes an appearance on "Time" and makes me tear up. Anyway, I love the fact that they also released an instrumental version of the album. I knew that I wanted to incorporate them on this project, and this track, "Cut Me a Break" features T.I. coming in hot, and honestly, I don't follow T.I.P.'s music so it was dope to hear an up to date verse from him. I have come to respect and admire his distinguished voice which definitely pops with the band's instrumentation. When I was jamming the instrumental, I starting hearing/coming up with magic metaphors. My album (at the moment untitled/nearly completed) is based on alchemy, growth and self improvement, and 32 weeks is another way to play with that motif and set the stage for the album release. Hope you enjoy!

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5. Gray Area ft. Mick Jenkins x Kaytranada

Not going to lie to you all, Kaytranada was a fresh one on my radar. I really didn't know about him. In the beginning stages of writing this tape, I was on the hunt for new music, and it slips my mind but there was trajectory that I followed to landed me to find him. I believe the first project I heard was 99.9% . Then I checked out Bubba which made me realize I f***s with Kay's music. I was super excited when I saw that Bubba had an Instrumental Version. Next step was narrowing down which track I would use. This process took longer than expected because as true Kaytranada fans know...each track was hot. There were so many options. I ended up finding myself being moved by Gray Area. I loved the visualizer he had posted YouTube as well. Next thing you know, I began opening up about my parents, more so my dad, and how their passed down the creativity that I now express. I was visiting my mom one day with my wife and kids. She had on her dinning room table old cards/letters from years past. I spotted one that my dad had made/gave to her. It had his handwriting and omg it was very NSFW lol. Not really but it was definitely cringy for an adult son to read about his father's feelings for his mother. However, my mom began sharing stories about them dating, the nicknames, etc. I realized I got my naughty side from them, and my spark to create/write from my dad. I am truly grateful for that info, as it helps me understand who I am, and what I want to do with my life. I spue some serious dope lines in this track. I hope you enjoy!

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6. Fake Names x Freddie Gibbs & Madlib

This one was fun to write. I really stretched my brain to make the metaphors work. A friend introduced me to Freddie's music. I believe Pinata was the first song I heard him on. I definitely went through his whole catalog. Much respect to his craft. When selecting Fake Names, i was searching through his more recent works and I had remembered that his collab with Madlib was fire. Those beats are gold. This one just stuck out the most most. Easy flow, to really take time to dig into the bars, low ambience for vocal presence to shine, and the beat switch which signals the end of my verse. I love the beginning lines expressing my goals. 3 main points: acknowledgement as an emcee, obtaining the bag, and completing every project in the works at the moment. Watch me accomplish each goal!

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7. Wailin' x Outkast

This track I feel is straight forward. Although, it should be noted that Wailin' is the oldest track/instrumental that I chose for this project. There really is no true reason why, especially since I was aiming to keep tracks more modern...like no earlier than 2010ish. I have always loved Outkast and ATLiens & Aquemini are my favorite 'Kast albums. I have used Liberation on a previous project. I had begun writing the verse a long time ago, but never gotten around to finish it. However once I was in 32Weeks mode, it was easy and fun to complete. My favorite line pays homage to a song on the ATLiens album (not this one in particular) "Don't wanna float face down in the mainstream, I'd rather walk to my destination on my own two feet..". "Mainstream" speaks a lot about how artist end up either selling out, selling their "souls" , or even flopping/dead all for the fame. I don't worry about that. I do aim for recognition of my effort and skills as an artist, the bread for that said effort, and to continue doing what I do. I hope that if you are reading this you can understand and identify with all that I say. Also, as someone who is working hard to make a dream a reality, I hope you know that if you feel the same pain, the torment, or even the struggles of everyday life, I got you. That is precisely the reason I make music, to help the listeners cope with life.

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8. Umbrella ft. 21 Savage x Metro Boomin

This one was one that I truly found joy in writing. Metro Boomin's productions are always fire. You will see later that I indulged in his work for this project. I came across the Album Heroes and Villains and really didn't truly understand where Metro was going with this. I knew it was catchy af though because each track had it's own vibe, and audio return value. The 1st two tracks are what really pulled me in. As I was searching for beats for 32weeks, I knew I wanted a Metro track...then I discovered that he released the Hero's version of his album...which the second half had all the instrumentals. It was like he was asking for artists to take a stab at creating their own origin stories/sharing them. Which is exactly what I did. Because I am adapting my own story to his track I decided to tell my story of my younger self; death of father, single mother household, selling substances, getting arrested for selling said substances, growing out of that mindset, and walking into the man that I am today. Needless to say, just like this only the first phase of journey, it is also just the beginning of 32 Weeks. I hope those of you seeing this..today 8/30/23 as I write this, or ten/twenty years later, that you find a gem or glimmer of hope from my heart to yours.

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#kendrick lamar #lupe fiasco #cato #32weeks #beyonce #Freddie gibbs #madlib #kaytranada #the free Nationals #metro boomin #mac miller #outkast #Youtube #tyler the creator

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