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mashpotatoequeen · 4 months

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WHO DUN IT TMBS CHALLENGE: Card games

Image Description: Through a snowy window pane, there's the view of the four children of the Mysterious Benedict Society sitting on a rug by the fire and playing card games. Kate and Sticky are laughing while Reynie pauses in indecision for his turn. Constance points at the card she thinks he should play from over his shoulder. A fire in the hearth paints the room golden.

#tmbs #the mysterious benedict society #who dun it mbs challenge #decisions decisions #i've never done an image description before #hopefully it's okay

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rpcrimeboys · 10 months

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A little q!tntduo doodle I drew in the car :]<3

#soft qtntduo #qtntuo #qquackity #tntduo fanart #I've never drawn Q before #Hopefully it's okay #Fuck wilbur soot #art.rpcrimeboys

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guns-n-jovi · 2 years

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Starstruck

Izzy Stradlin x Fem!Reader

Request: Izzy Stradlin x actress!reader where she’s been his celebrity crush since childhood and she goes to one of their concerts with a few of her celebrity friends and meets him. Izzy’s trying to keep his cool and the guys tease him.

Notes: I feel like I once again strayed from the prompt, but I really did try my best at this! I have a lot of stuff going on right now, but hopefully, you enjoyed this, anon! Also, could you let me know somehow when you see it? I'd appreciate it!

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,872

Throughout the 1970s, I was one of the most regarded women in America. With my career rooted in acting, I starred in immensely successful action flicks, where I was often my own heroine and savior- (a notion unheard of throughout the early 70s, but I was happy to be a trailblazer.)

I’d posed for countless photographers, wearing anything from silky, lavish gowns, to a black leather jacket, and mounted atop a sharp, shiny Harley Davidson motorcycle. My name was one of the most famous in the entire world. Thousands of audiences had paid to see my movies, and my fame and success spread when I won an academy award for best actress in 1983. While winning an Oscar was one of the greatest achievements I could have ever reached, it doubled the amount of pressure put on me to continue my good streak.

But it was now 1988. In the past couple of years, the music industry had swelled to the size of the movie industry. Rock n’ roll was the most explosive new fad, and rock bands were the new pop culture gods. Motley Crue, Bon Jovi and countless others had won the hearts of the world by playing shredding rock songs and flaunting their young, good looks. But there was one band that- since the previous year- had been talked about more than any other, after the explosive success of their debut album, Appetite for Destruction: Guns N’ Roses.

Born out of Los Angeles, California, they had risen slowly from a bed of sleaziness and filth to the center of the international spotlight. Made up of five young men who were only in their very early twenties, they’d succeeded in getting everyone’s attention. The songs on their debut album soared to widespread fame, topping charts and breaking records daily. Their pretty boy looks and rogue charm had captured the attention of nearly every woman and young girl. But they were shrouded in a mysterious haze of stories- shocking stories of shadiness and bad behavior that were sometimes hard to believe. But one thing was certain. They were getting attention- both good and bad.

I reflected with a thoughtful smile on the days in my prime years when I was the center of attention like that. Mostly good attention; praise for my work. But also hesitant attention that came naturally with being a celebrity. Criticism from poisonous critics, and from people who were negative or jealous. It was the struggles of every celebrity since celebrities had become famous, so I never let it get to me.

In an odd way- a way that I was ashamed of- I felt a twinge of jealousy towards the five young men in the band. I felt strangely upstaged by them. They had been in the center of the international spotlight, when that was always a spot I had been in. While it was true that acting and music were two separate worlds, I still felt a kind of jealousy I wasn’t expecting to feel. But more than that- an itching curiosity. I had a strong desire to see for myself what this band was like. I wanted to see them for myself before I took the words of any gossiping tabloid. So I bought tickets to see a concert they were performing late one night in Hollywood.

I did not know, as I was driven away from my gated home, that the night I was embarking on would be one I would not soon forget.

The scene I stepped into instantly had been one accurately described by the press. A scene of rabid fans hurling various objects onstage. Most were roses, some were letters, others were various articles of clothing. My ears hummed with the chants, screams and applause of the crowd. The hysteria of the crowd made it hard for me to see ahead of me. The loud music and rabid crowd had shocked me as soon as the concert began (three hours after it was supposed to, if I might add, and I had almost turned to leave when they’d all five pranced onstage and never even acknowledged they’d been late by three hours.)

I’d only heard three of the songs played- these being, of course, Welcome to the Jungle, Paradise City, and Sweet Child O’ Mine. The others from that debut album had been overshadowed in the overwhelming success of that trio. But I heard many songs I liked instantly. My Michelle was my favorite, and once it was over, I wished sorely that they’d go back to it. Mr. Brownstone was a close second, (and it was not hard at all for me to figure out that it was a metaphor symbol for a substance.) Think About You was my third favorite. Once I forgot my intimidation by the size of the crowd, and the sketchy reputation of the band performing, I found I was having more fun than I thought I would. In addition, the size of the crowd made it hard for people to notice that I was there.

But, as it always does, word spread. By the end of the show, all five members of the band knew I was there. But there were advantages to my being a celebrity. I walked up, nervously, to the security guard, whose eyes widened when he saw me.

“Y/N L/N?” he gaped. “…..Oh, my gosh, it’s such an honor!”

I shook his hand, smiling.

“Nice to meet you!” I told him. “I had a great time at the concert. They’re something. They’re really something.”

The security guard chuckled. “Ma’am, you have no idea.”

My grin widened. “But I’d like to find out. Would you…..well-“

I chuckled, surprised to find myself nervous. “Would you introduce me to them, please? I’d love to meet them.”

The security guard smiled. “Of course! Anything for you, Y/N.”

He laughed. “They’re going to love this,” he said, a little nervous.

He turned and walked me backstage of the venue. Backstage smelled strongly of sweat, spilled alcohol, and cigarette smoke. The walls had been vandalized. In bloody, jagged letters was written, “GUNS N’ ROSES WAS HERE.” Something about that made me smile.

The band members were in a corner. The lead singer, Axl Rose, was loudly yelling at the tall, blonde bassist, Duff McKagan. The others were split between restraining the furious redhead and protecting Duff from his anger.

“You messed up the intro to My Michelle!” Axl was shrieking. “You completely missed one of those notes! And that’s the best part of the song!”

“No one noticed!” Duff cried.

The lead guitarist, Slash, rolled his eyes. “I’m just glad you waited till we got offstage to start flipping,” he said. “Thank God you didn’t start a war onstage.”

The security guard loudly cleared his throat. “Boys!” He called. “Is that anyway to act in front of our company, Y/N L/N?”

The boys stopped. Their eyes widened in unison.

“Y/N L/N,” one of them said, slowly.

They rushed to me. Immediately, I was showered in overwhelming compliments and praises that were stammered nervously out by the excited young men.

“You are so pretty,” said Steven Adler, the blonde drummer with smiling, blue eyes.

“I’ve seen, like, every movie of yours,” Duff added, his voice shaky.

I shook his hand, blushing and smiling. I looked nervously at Axl Rose, and then at Slash, the attractive guitarist.

“You boys put on a good show tonight,” I smiled. “I enjoyed myself quite a bit.”

Axl blushed bright red, grinning. He looked down at the ground. “Gee, Y/N. Gee…”

I winked at him. Then, I looked at Slash. “You’re good with that guitar. One of the best I’ve heard. You’ll be one of the greats someday. As far as I’m concerned, you already are.”

Slash grinned. He had a fleshy, riveted grin that spread across his dark face, under the shadow of his dark, rose-shaped curls. His infectious smile spread to me. I looked at them all with a satisfied smile, feeling and knowing that I was in the presence of four very special people. Then, I frowned. I counted them quickly- four.

“I am confused about one thing,” I said. “Weren’t there five of you?”

At that moment, as if on cue, a fifth walked backstage. I turned at the sound of his footsteps.

“Gees, guys!” he was calling. “Where were all y’all, anyway? You went off kinda early, don’t you think-”

There he was- the second guitarist of the band. Izzy Stradlin.

Izzy’s complexion was like Axl’s; snow white and completely smooth. Izzy’s face hosted elongated features that made his head appear like an oval, framed by jet black, straight hair. He had a sharp, high-arched nose and sooty shadows around his eyes. His inky hair circled and feathered around his long neck, and he had black eyes that showed no emotion nor thought. He wore black and white clothes to perfectly match his natural looks, and a flat, gray hat over his hair to shade his midnight eyes. Looking at him sent a shiver down my spine.

But as I looked at him, and I felt that pleasant shiver, I felt myself blush, and a cheeky grin begin to twitch in my face. Izzy’s face was shocked, but not wide.

“Oh, my….” his voice trailed off. “Y/N L/N?”

It felt good to hear him say my name. I liked it. I nodded respectfully towards him, but my feet were frozen. I did not walk towards him.

“Izzy Stradlin,” I acknowledged.

Izzy’s pale face blushed. He looked past my shoulder, at Duff, and he mouthed, “she knows my name!”

Duff laughed harder than he should have. “Well, go on, Izzy! Talk to her! Isn’t she the woman of your dreams?”

I blushed, loving the sound of that way more than I ordinarily would. “Oh?” I suppressed a giggle.

Izzy blushed even darker. “Duff,” he gritted his teeth. “Stop.”

“Yeah!” Slash chimed in. “Isn’t Y/N L/N the one you said you’d pick over every other woman in the world?”

Izzy stuttered a mumbling response. Enjoying this very much, I continued, “That’s nice of you, Izzy.”

“Uh….yeah,” he gulped. “Um…yeah. You’re…pretty great.”

Axl snorted. “What he means is pretty and great.”

He slung his arms haphazardly over the shoulders of Slash and Steven, leaving Duff to follow behind.

“Why don’t we just give y’all a minute,” Duff snickered. “You’re obviously very starstruck, Izzy. Would it help you feel better if we stepped out? Let y’all have your time?”

Izzy looked nervously at me. I nodded. “That’d be great.”

Izzy ran his hand over his black, sleek hair. “Y/N, it’s such a pleasure,” he finally managed. “You’ve been my favorite actress since I was twelve.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Oh, have I?” I chuckled. “Thank you, Izzy. I appreciate it more than you know.”

Izzy let himself grin- a wide grin that spread over his entire face and brought warmth to his cold color and features. I found myself smiling as well.

“So,” I linked my arm in his, as we exited backstage and out into the starry night. “Tell me about yourself.”

Also tagging: @greeneyezblackheart- the number one Izzy girl I know! 🖤

#This was not one of my better works but I promise I really did try #Hopefully it's okay #Izzy Stradlin #Guns N' Roses #80s #80s rock stars #80s band #fanfiction #writing

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merihn · 2 years

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Another kiss prompt: throwing your lover over your shoulder, carrying them towards the bed for Rulie please!

@floating-in-the-blue also asked for this with Lalex, so I decided to combine them 😘

"—and that’s why stir fry is way better than stew!" Reggie finishes triumphantly as he unlocks the door to their apartment. Alex snorts and shoves at his shoulder, knocking him into the doorframe. Reggie winces and rubs at it, giving Alex a wounded look. Alex rolls his eyes, but leans down and presses a kiss to the throbbing pain, and Reggie grins.

"It is not—" Alex cuts off as shouting from further inside the apartment reaches them.

"I can't believe you'd say that! You're a complete idiot, you know that, Patterson?"

Reggie exchanges a worried look with Alex, and they both hurry down the narrow hall to the source of the voices.

Luke and Julie are standing in the middle of the living room, both red faced with their hands balled into fists.

"I am not! You're too far up your own ass to consider anyone else's opinion! Sorry, I'm not going to bow down to you, princess," Luke spits, crossing his arms over his chest.

Julie sucks in a breath. "Princess? If anyone's a princess here, it's you! A ridiculous airheaded, bullheaded princess!"

"Airheaded?!" Luke screeches. "I'll show you airheaded—!"

"Okay, woah." Alex moves between Luke and Julie and raises his hands. "That's enough now. What the hell are you two even arguing about?"

Reggie's glad Alex has the presence of mind to put a stop to the arguing. He feels a little guilty about not doing it, but he can't deny that Julie looks amazing when she's riled up; all pink cheeks and blazing eyes, her hair coming alive with the intensity of her feelings, wild and curling around her face.

He bites his lip to hold back from grabbing her right then, to turn her tumultuous feelings onto him, into biting kisses and nails scratching down his back.

"Oh, just Luke being a complete fucking idiot as usual," Julie snarks, and Luke pokes his tongue out at her. "Very mature, as usual," she repeats, rolling her eyes.

Luke opens his mouth to retort, but Alex just waves his hand and Luke subsides. Reggie can't help but grin, it's been good for Luke, having Alex to temper him, to keep him from going too far. He's always needed someone to talk him down, to rationalize his feelings, to help him see both sides. His emotions still rule him even now, and Alex keeps him from blowing up every relationship in his life.

Of course, Luke helps Alex equally, getting him out of his head and often out of his comfort zone. Anyone can see how good they’ve been for each other, tempering their worst traits and emphasizing their best.

The same can not be said for Luke and Julie.

Oh, they’re friends, of course, but they’re both too hot blooded, too quick tempered. If Alex and Reggie weren’t around, they’d tear each other to pieces within a week. Of course, this helps with the music, which is when they get along best, but even that can turn sour in a single moment. They’re both just too sure they’re right and completely unwilling to bow to the other.

But, as he thought before, it works for him, because Julie is an animal when she’s enraged. And he loves it.

"That—that—imbecile thinks that Civil War is a good movie!" Julie shouts.

Reggie blinks and stares for a moment, then turns to Alex, who looks equally lost.

"The. The Marvel movie?" Alex eyes Julie for a long moment.

"Yes! And it is good, you snob!" She throws at Luke, over Alex’s shoulder. She’s got her hands on her hips now, like she’s unconsciously drawn into a hero pose, and Reggie’s clutching at his fraying control, the need to touch her.

"That's it," Alex says, "I actually cannot deal with how ridiculous you two are tonight, so no more talking." With that, he turns to Luke again and strides over to him, bending down and catching him around the waist, throwing him over his shoulder as he stands.

Luke splutters and flails. "What—! Alex, put me down!"

"Nope. Time for bed."

"It's four in the afternoon!"

"And toddlers get naps when they're cranky," Alex says firmly, turning slightly to wink at Reggie before heading for his and Luke's bedroom.

"Hmmph," Julie huffs. "Good for Alex. Luke was being completely unreasonable. You get it though, right?"

Reggie raises his eyebrows at her, grinning as he slowly advances on her. She frowns and starts lifting her hands to stop him, but he's already there, bending to set his shoulder to her hips, his hands coming up to circle her waist and hold her close.

"Reggie, no! Stop it!"

Reggie laughs and heaves her up so she's balanced better, hanging over his shoulder, and starts toward their bedroom. Julie pounds at his back with her fists, but he can tell she's not trying too hard, even though her whole body is still strung too tight with fury at Luke.

He grunts as her flailing foot catches him in the gut, and winds his arm around her thighs, holding them close to himself.

"Let me go! I can walk!"

Reggie hums, sliding his hand up the back of her thigh to pat her bottom. In retaliation, she pinches his back sharply.

“Of all the neanderthalic—” Julie cuts off as Reggie squeezes her ass, kneading the bountiful soft flesh as he steps into their room and kicks their door shut. Before she can do more than suck in a breath to start again, he tips forward and drops her onto their bed, letting her bounce a little from the low height. She giggles even as she frowns up at him, still flushed and taut, hands clawed in the bedding.

Reggie crawls over her, hovering on hands and knees as he dips his head to kiss her, hissing when she nips sharply at his lip, drawing out the tang of blood, smeared across their lips. She licks it away, bites him again. Clutches at his shoulders until her nails cut into his skin through his shirt.

He slides his leg between hers, presses until she arches under him and gasps, her nails hooking deeper, and smiles.

"'m not a child," Luke says sullenly, dangling limp over Alex's shoulder.

"Stop acting like one, then," Alex replies blithely, kneeling on the bed to deposit Luke onto his back. Luke lets himself sprawl, loose-limbed in the nest of sheets, and Alex follows him down, lining up their bodies as he presses Luke into the mattress.

"I just—"

Alex kisses him, trapping the words between their mouths, pushes his tongue in through the muffled words, stoppering.

Luke sighs into it, slides his hands up into Alex's hair and holds on tight as Alex kisses him, disperses the words between their teeth and tongues.

"No more. No more," Alex murmurs, slipping his lips across Luke's cheek in a slick slide, baring his teeth in tiny nips over the sharp bone.

Another sigh, releasing all the tension, and he's soft under Alex, spread open.

"Okay, Alex."

#julie and the phantoms #I tried three times for the rulie one and once for the lalex and then decided to combine them #this took me like 5 days of painfully slow writing #hopefully it's okay #im now in love with ridiculously antagonistic julie and luke and long suffering alex and reggie #(though theyre happy to reap the benefits of their ridiculous lovers hot tempers)#jatp #my fic #different kisses prompts

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leillorien · 8 months

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fell for the oldest trick in the book 🤦‍♂️

long time no post! i’m currently in the middle of my annual lotr rewatch and i can just never resist these two <3

#lotr #lord of the rings #legolas #gimli son of gloin #legolas x gimli #gigolas #i don’t think i’ll ever get the hang of tagging things here #hopefully this reaches its intended audience #trying to remember to post here….#my art #okay byeeeeee

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perrigoaway · 2 months

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Finished Turnabout Serenade with my sisters today and I had to quickly draw this concept (Also an excuse to draw Apollo AND my girl Ema.. love her.) Also I had to draw them mugshots for this THE KISSY FACE IS NOT SERIOUS just like he's not serious.. he'd so pull the Instagram influencer lips..

Slight spoilers below the cut, just in case!

Can you IMAGINE how freaking funny it'd be if you were Daryan, listening in over the headset, only to hear two people talking about "wanted? Nobody wants him!" about your band mate? Ngl if it was me, I'd end up laughing LMAO which would be bad for him considering.. you know. I really enjoy the worsties dynamic Ema and Klavier have because.. it's just hilarious, honestly. I love how she talks trash about him every waking moment, she is waiting for the SECOND she passes her exam and her 2 weeks notice is ON his desk

Joke made by my sister here @abandonedart

#ive been trying to post more random things without thinking too much about it TT #hopefully people enjoy it nonetheless lol #teagies art #fanart #my art #ace attorney #ace attorney fanart #apollo justice #aa #aa4 #ema skye #klavier gavin #daryan crescend #the actual formatting is pretty boring #but the concept is funny so its okay #maybe someday ill make a more full fledged one

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mothsshoes · 10 months

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thinking about how aziraphale is still probably going to be hesitant about his feelings for crowley. i definitely think he’s more comfortable about them to an extent, but from what we’ve seen in the trailer, it really seems like he’s still trying to hide/deny it.

i mean. here he’s obviously thinking about crowley after what gabriel says but is then immediately like what!!! no!!!! i would never feel that way of course not-

then here, even when he’s presumably alone with crowley, and crowley says “we do it together,” aziraphale goes “..together..?” like he’s still iffy about “being together” with crowley sometimes. i can understand that heaven and hell are still intimidating to the both of them, esp with what’s going on this season, but i think aziraphale is still being held back slightly by his old ideals. and i think, crowley is gonna be laying it on thick this season. especially while they’re helping with a human romance… there’s so much potential here for silly romance tropes guys and i’m all for it

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #idk just some thoughts..#crowley is fed up with waiting and aziraphale is just. scared.#BUT IT’S OKAY HOPEFULLY THEY FIGURE IT OUT

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wildflowercryptid · 7 months

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please enjoy my analysis of these two's dynamic bc i can't stop thinking about them.

bonus w/ their actual in-depth feelings on their dramatic ass divorce :

i also feel like i should clarify what i mean by "florian's main goal." in mjverse, (aka my interpretations of the game's universe,) florian & juliana are siblings and essentially act as co-protagonists. while juliana is the more talented battler of the two and ends up serving as the main protagonist of the victory road & starfall street storylines because of that, florian wants to become a pokémon professor so he focuses on helping out arven in the path of legends storyline while filling out the pokédex. the only reason why he's a competent trainer is so that he doesn't get completely bodied by wild pokémon in the midst of doing field research. and yes, knowing that probably ends up making kieran's complex about his own skills as a trainer even worse.