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finelinevogue · 3 years

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We need more Bella and Megan content!!! Insta posts were so cuutee!!! Maybe a blurb abt the relationship between Megan and the family?? It could be interesting… I imagine then being a very open and close knit family u know, where they can talk freely about anything,and yes including sex, and I think it could be interesting to see how maybe bella needs some advice/want to talk to someone about being intimate w her gf and doesn’t know how to bring that up to her family bc she is embarrassed and doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable?? I’ve never read a doc like this, or where one of the kid is not straight (only w/ Harry or the reader being bi) and yeah it should be written abt more.

megan and belle are sooo cute yes! ok let’s see where this goes!! hope you have fun reading;

belle - 18

“Will you stop faffing, you look beautiful honey.”

You slapped Belle’s hands from playing with her outfit again. Tonight you and Harry were properly meeting Megan for the first time, by taking them out for a meal at this new Thai restaurant down the road. Belle had been worrying all evening as she was getting ready, coming downstairs multiple times to show off outfits to you so you could give them your honest opinion. It didn’t help her when you said she looked beautiful in all of them. Belle wasn’t into playing “girly” dress-up, but she thought that putting effort in for her girlfriend, tonight, might be a good idea. So she’d finally decided on some denim jeans, a basic top and then one of Harry’s old blazers. She looked amazing.

“Just so nervous.”

“Why? You like them, right?” You asked, adding on a bit of lipstick, whilst you were sat at the table of this fancy restaurant.

“Yeah. Like really like them.” Belle emphasised, shrugging off the blazer as she was becoming too hot with nerves.

“Well then we’ll really like them too. We trust you.” Harry butted in, sitting as close to you as he could whilst sat in these chairs. Before you’d managed to sit down at the table he’d moved your chair along to be closer to his, meaning he could slink his arm around the back of your chair and have his hand in your lap if he wanted to. Even after all these years he still knew how to make you feel especially loved.

Belle’s phone pinged and it made her freak. “Oh god, it’s Meg. They’re here.”

“Okay, B. Calm down and go and get them from outside, we’ll just order some wine or something.” You ordered her softly, trying to put your daughter more at ease. She was more nervous than you imagine Megan would be.

Your daughter stood up from the table, both you and Harry smiling at her. “Okay.” She pushed her chair in behind her and about to walk off, but she quickly turned back to you both, “Remember; Megan Dover, they/them pronouns and don’t mention anything about astrology otherwise we will be dead before we leave this table,okay?”

You both chuckled at her, loving how she was so aware of her girlfriend and the things that were important to them. “Okay love. Now stop fussing and go.” Harry shooed his hand and his daughter away from the table. She turned back around to flash you two thumbs up and you both smiled at her, watching your all-grown-up baby walk away.

“We’ve done well Styles.” You turned to face him, to find he was already admiring you, thinking about the wonder life you’d both created and the wonderful children that had been a product of it.

“Was just thinking the same thing, m’heart.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you, pressing his lips onto your lipstick-stained ones. He didn’t care if his lips became painted a different colour because of it, he would never miss the opportunity to give his beautiful wife a deserving kiss. He loved you too damn much.

You cupped his chin and he tightened his arm around you, that had been slunk around the back of your chair. He squeezed your thigh three times in signal for saying ‘I love you’ without any words needing to be spoke. You tapped his chin three times in return. Everyone always hated how loved up you two were, but really you just think they’re jealous of how perfect your relationship is. Sure you have your ups and downs, but isn’t that what makes it so perfect? You pulled away and looked into his dreamy eyes, kissing him once more for good luck, before returning your attention to your glass of water for a drink.

“Thirsty?” He asked you, keeping you close.

“Mhm. All that talking I was doing this afternoon on the phone to that bloody insurance company.”

“You did give them a piece of y’mind though, love. You were a lot more civil than I would’ve been.” Harry chuckled, waving his hand to catch one of the waiters attention.

“Seriously though? Nearly charged us an extra £1,000 for a service charge. Bloody fuckers.” You sighed and put your water back on the table after taking a lengthy sip.

“£1,000 isn’t really that mu—” He didn’t finish his sentence though because he caught sight of your stern face and knew exactly what you were thinking. You hated when he talked about money as if it wasn’t a problem, because you didn’t want your kids to grow up with that ideology. “You know what? They’re bastards and i’m proud of you for handling them so well.” He kissed you again and then the waited came over, stopping you from having a go at him for being cheeky. You pinched his leg in respond and he caught your hand, holding it tightly in his as if a warning for you to stop.

“Evening Sir. How can I help?” He asked politely, his serving towel draped over his forearm.

“A bottle of y’cheapest red wine please.”

“Certainly Sir.” And the waited was gone.

“Cheapest?” You asked confused, making Harry turn back towards you.

“Well it’d be a bit hypocritical of us to ask for our favourite bottle of wine, which is £1,000 darling, now wouldn’t it?” He smirked at you, knowing he’d played you just perfectly.

“Such a git.” You scoffed in pretend offence and then kissed him again too make sure that he knew you weren’t mad.

You both sat back and looked in the direction which now you could see Belle walking back over to you from where she’s gone to fetch Megan. Belle was guiding them book, Megan following closely behind her, and they were holding hands. They looked completely adorable and you wanted to just rush your camera out and snap loads of photos of them to remember this moment. Yes, you were that mum who takes a photo of everything and anything when it came to your children. You even had an album on your phone dedicated to your children’s haircuts… You leg started to shake nervously in anticipation.

“Calm down you!” Harry laughed quietly, just incase the two girls could hear you. Harry stood up out of his chair first and held out his hand for you to follow. He made sure your chair didn’t tip back as you stood and kept ahold of your hand as they approached you both.

You caught Belle’s eye and you could how happy she was from the twinkle within.

“Mum, Dad, this is Megan,” Belle introduces you all, Megan still stood slightly behind her, “Meg, this is my mum, Y/N and my dad, Harry.”

Harry was the first one to cross his hand over the table. “Lovely to meet you Megan.”

“And you Mr Styles, but please just call me Meg.” They shook hands together and Harry smiled at them warmly, wanting to make her feel as part of the family as possible. He was good at that.

“Well then then you, please, call me Harry. Makes me feel old otherwise.” His joke made the table laugh and ease any nervousness that had been there before.

“That’s because you are old, dad.” Belle added cheekily.

“Oi watch it you. Don’t think I won’t embarrass you in front of your girlfriend.” He raised his eyebrows teasingly and pointed sternly at his daughter, who did pack quite the punch with her snarky responses sometimes.

“I’m counting on it Harry.” Megan laughed, which made everyone chuckle again. Megan was such an easy girl to get along with and it was clear that they made Belle a very happy person, for that you indebted to them.

“And nice to see you Meg.” You shook your hands with Megan as Harry and Belle continued to banter over the table. You were sat opposite Megan, Harry next to you and Belle diagonally opposite you. You and Megan both sat down before Harry and Belle did.

“Likewise Mrs Styles,” you gave them a look which had them chuckling as they corrected themselves, “Y/N, sorry! Are they usually like this?” They asked you, watching Belle and Harry talk about some absolute rubbish.

“Oh don’t even start! They wind each other up all the time. Drive me up the bloody wall they do!” You laughed and you felt calmer when Megan laughed too. “Wine?” You offered them, having had the bottle delivered whilst you were all being introduced to each other.

“Yes please.” They smiled and held out the glass to help you pour. You poured them a generous glass and then followed by pouring yourself one too.

You weren’t blinded by the beauty of Megan. They had strong-loving brown eyes and blonde hair that seemed to be toned down with brunette roots. They had a simple face with perfectly plucked eyebrows and a fiercely sharp jawline. They were just very naturally pretty, that you could tell. They were wearing similar to Belle actually, which made you think they’d coordinated their outfits - your inner mum was freaking out over the soft thought. You and Harry often liked to coordinate outfits too, like tonight - both of you were wearing navy blue.

“You want wine B?” Meg asked Belle, breaking her away from the pointless conversation with her dad.

“What? Oh, yes, yes please.” Belle responded, shifting closer towards Meg and holding their hand again. They kept their public displays of affection to themselves, a bit like you and Harry had originally been. You filled up your daughters glass, but passed on filling up Harrys glass because he was driving home tonight.

“So what do you plan on studying at university Meg?” You started the conversation with the easiest question you could.

“Marine Biology.” They answered and you could tell they were clearly excited by the tone of happiness in their voice. You didn’t miss the squeeze of pride that Belle gave them either.

“That sounds good! Where abouts are you going to study?”

“Newcastle, actually.” Meg went quiet and you understood why, because Belle was going to the exact same university to study Engineering.

“Oh really?” Harry asked, pretending to be surprised but it definitely came through sarcastically - this earned him a kick under the table from his daughter.

“Oh shut up!” Belle rolled her eyes and Meg smiled at her playfulness with her family, it made them really happy that their girlfriend had such a loving and special family.

You were so not ready to send off your daughter to university, because she was your final baby to leave the safe nest of the Styles home and it was just going to be you and Harry left. You were excited for the time you’d have with him, but you were sad to see you final child leave you. You were even more excited for Belle to be going out and adventuring the world as she wanted to. She was going to do great things and you couldn’t be prouder of her. It eased you to know that at least Meg would be their with her - almost like a home away from home.

“You have any brothers or sisters Meg?” You asked.

“I have a younger sister, but she’s evil.” Meg laughed, before taking a sip of their wine.

“Evil how? ‘Cause my children are the exact same.” Harry spoke sincerely as if one of his children weren’t sat directly in front of him. It earned him another kick to his legs from his daughter. “See? Evil.” Everyone laughed, Belle just sulked.

“Well Ivy just terrorises everyone and anyone. She’s just evil.”

“Belle ain’t much better i’m afraid.”

“Dad! Meg is going to leave me if you keep painting me out to be an arsehole.” Belle rolled her eyes, but was brought out of her strop by Megan who brought her hand up to press their lips on her skin.

“Can’t chase me away that easily Belle.”

And it was that moment that you knew that Belle had found a forever partner in Megan, just as you had found in Harry.

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realcube · 3 years

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CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY

characters ♡ bokuto, tendō, matsukawa & suna

tw ♡ gn! reader, timeskip! bokuto (all sfw tho), swearing, reader wears makeup (matsukawa), swearing, mentions of death & food

cred ♡ thanks to anon for this request <3

KŌTARŌ BOKUTO

♡ he was literally counting down the days to your birthday, he even took the day off practise to celebrate it with you so imagine his surprise when the special day finally rolls around and he wakes up to an empty bed

♡ at first, he thought that perhaps you were just around the house somewhere but nope, the place was completely empty and even worse, all signs pointed to his theory that you had gone to work/school on your birthday

♡ outraged. he was absolutely outraged.

♡ firstly, he tried calling you but you wouldn’t pick up, even after his many attempts so his next resort to call your place of work/school reception

♡ obviously he managed to get a hold of you then-

♡ he was originally gonna yell about how you lied to him about taking the day off on your birthday but there was no way he could be angry at you — almost ever — so instead, he made the quick decision of telling you to have a nice day before hanging up

♡ you were kinda pissed that he wasted your time like that but how could you stay mad at him? he’s fkn adorable! he blew you audible kisses over the phone for good luck!

♡ you laboured your way through the day, putting in great effort yet through it all, the only thing on your mind was how much you wanted to just pass out on the couch with bokuto as soon as you got home. you weren’t even sure if you had the energy to change into your pjyamas.

♡ however, when you finally did arrive home, there was no need to put yourself through the onerous task of changing clothes as the first thing you were greeted by when you stepped foot in your own home was a chorus of cheers of ‘surprise!’ followed by people spilling out into the foyer from the kitchen and living room

♡ then there was bokuto, the loudest of them all leading the crowd, blowing into the party horn while dashing up to, throwing his arms around your shoulders to pull you into a tight hug, ‘happy birthday, sweetie!’

♡ a light gasp escaped your lips at the sudden hoots, and the unfamiliar — and frankly uncomfortable — sight of many friends swarm towards you had you on edge but when you felt bokuto wrap you in his warm embrace, you knew you were home

♡ he held you close until you were forced apart by many guests tearing you away to personally wish you a happy birthday

♡ now that the initial shock had died down, you noticed that there wasn’t as many people present as you thought, it was a humble gathering of all your closest friends

♡ there was a massive pile of bright-colored gifts lying on the stairs, and it was hard not to immediately acknowledge them as the sheer mass and number of the presents scattered across the steps prevented anyone from being able to go upstairs

♡ the following day, you were made aware of the fact 90% of those presents were addressed from ‘your best ace husband ;)’ which was pretty straight-forward considering you only have one husband; kiyoomi sakusa.

♡ jokes, you married bokuto but sakusa was also at the party. he originally just wanted to drop off his gift then leave but bokuto persuaded him to stay, though he seemed to be regretting it now as almost everyone at the party now shared an unspoken goal to slam sakusa’s face into one of the cupcakes that decorated the circumference of your cake

♡ speaking of the cake, bokuto remembered what type of cake was your favorite from the wedding planning and he was so chuffed with himself. in fact, he was so confident in his cake picking ability that he ordered a massive 3-tier monster of a dessert

♡ neither of you would be able to finish it before it goes bad so you ended up cutting it up into pieces and sending each guest away with a little goody-bag with a slice of cake inside lmao

♡ once you had finished your goodbyes and everyone had filed out of your home, you flopped onto the couch and let out a deep sigh of relief. well, it was only a sigh for a few moment as it became a wheeze when bokuto laid down on top of you

♡ ‘happy birthday, (y/n). i’m sorry if i tired you out.’ he hummed, fiddling with your fingers as his lips curled into a shaky smile

♡ ‘i’m a bit sleepy but i had an amazing time. thank you so much, kō.’

♡ bokuto smiled, his heavy lid falling shut as he finally rested his neck, being able to fall asleep comfortably now that you’ve told him that you had fun

SATORI TENDŌ

♡ unlike bokuto, he’ll actually mention your birthday a few weeks prior to the celebration so he can plan the perfect date :3

♡ ‘so do you wanna go to the aquarium or the theme park? because i know we’ve went to the park before but they remodelled it apparently. plus, maybe the aquarium is a bit underwhelming for such a special day, but it’s up to yo--’

♡ ‘we won’t really get to spend much time in either. if you consider the time school finishes, the train ride and the time the aquarium and park closes so maybe we could just chill at my house instead.’

♡ tendō deadpanned for a moment, the most unamused look taking over his features until he suddenly burst out laughing, cackling as if you just told the joke of the century, ‘seriously, (y/n)? you’re gonna go to school on your birthday.’

♡ ‘yes, of course.’ you replied in all seriousness, resulting in tendō awkwardly beginning to stifle his chuckles.

♡ he frowned, slumping back into the seat beside you, ‘c’mon, it’s your birthday, though! you deserve the day off.’

♡ you shook your head, kindly declining his suggestion, ‘i have a test on that day.’

♡ ‘all the more reason to ditch!’

♡ now it was your turn to deadpan

♡ tendō tossed his head back while letting out a sigh of defeat, draping his arm around your shoulder to lovingly pull you to his chest, ‘alright, then. whatever you want, dear.’

♡ you smiled, glad that you didn’t need to disagree with him any longer — and you were even happier on the day. even though you insisted that he keeps things small on your birthday, he still managed to find a way to make things extra asf by getting you a massive plush that was about half the size of your stature and a hamper of homemade chocolates ><

ISSEI MATSUKAWA

♡ honestly, he’s never been the best at giving gifts but he tries extra hard for you

♡ like if you off-handedly say that you are cold during class, he’ll buy you a bunch of new jackets, jumpers and gloves

♡ or if you say you need more mascara, he’ll buy you exact same one you usually wear

♡ he’s observant enough to notice and remember the exact shade and brands of all your cosmetic products but he’s not observant enough to pick up on the subtle hints you drop as to what you want for your birthday

♡ you can never guess what he’s gonna get you and that adds to your anticipation for the day

♡ if your birthday is on a school day, he’ll bring in a batch of homemade cupcakes (which hanamaki helped him with) and stick a candle in one of them for you to blow out

♡ he offers you one but they are all pretty stale- just smile and nod while your teeth feel like they are being shattered trying to bite down on the cupcake

♡ it might set off the fire alarm but oh well, just count that as another present

♡ oikawa will probably get you something like a bouquet and try flirt with you so at that point, matsukawa and hanamaki begin using the cupcakes as weapons

♡ they are a two for one deal so you’re going to be spending the day with both of them tailing you like lost puppies

platonic RINTARŌ SUNA

♡ (requester specified) your birthday is on the same day as his so ofc he’s going to be a little salty abt it

♡ you both created a game to see who receives the most birthday wishes and whoever won gets ¥1500 from the loser’s birthday money

♡ for the past few years, he’s usually been the winner by just a few but this year, you made it a point to befriend all him teammates in order to ensure victory

♡ having to pretend to be friendly with atsumu — who wasn’t very good at hiding his massive crush —was definitely a challenge but you powered through

♡ in fact, you may have played the role too well as both the miya twins gave you a gift

♡ osamu gave both you and suna a plastic bag filled with some food he made and water bottles

♡ as for atsumu, his gift to you was a massive hamper filled with an assortment of many different luxury confectionary which didn’t look cheap at all but it didn’t feel appropriate to question the price so you simply took it from him with a bright smile

♡ of course, suna was excited (and very hungry) as he expected the same gift but he was more than disappointed when all he received was a bag of chips and a slap on the back

♡ he goes out of his way to tell every teacher it’s your birthday in hopes that they’ll make the class sing happy birthday to you

♡ but it pisses him off to no end when you add that it’s his birthday too so he ends up getting roped into your misery

♡ also your thumbs are going to be sore at night swiping through all the various candid pics that suna took of you throughout the day (in less than flattering poses) which he uplaoded to almost all of his social media stories with stupid ass captions

♡ but dw bc he’ll eventually post a nice photo of you with a sweet message

♡ ‘happy birthday to @(y/n) . i would die for you, bitch (even though you annoy the hell out of me every single day 🤠).’

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neko-rogers · 4 years

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hey!! I’m not sure if your inbox is still open but I thought I’d send this just in case! what would you think abt a dark!peter who’s obsessed w s/o and offers to have her stay with him during like the stay-at-home pet of covid so she’s not alone then when it’s lifted he’s like lol you’re not leaving. sorry that’s kinda long and super specific. i absolutely love your writing though!!💗

Jamie All Over

words: 2,040 (no, i should be sorry bc this was chaotic)

tags: didn’t expect it to be this LONG, manipulative!peter parker, grooming, overprotectiveness, slight mentions of sex, don’t expect too much lmao its a headcanon

a/n: hi babe! i wasn’t entirely sure if you wanted this as a one shot (but if u do let me know!)

so you’re pretty unaware of every move peter is trying to do with you, you know? you were not really sure if it was a kind gesture, as the gentleman he seemed to be, or was it just a special treatment

ever since second year and until now as both of you were on your fourth year, he was consistent with his efforts

these moves were moments like when he would carry your books to your next class or confidently invite you to a study ‘date’ at the library after – often times he tells that his friends were invited, but would never show up later on

sometimes he would bring you lunch. you tried to turn it down kindly, but he insists that it was purposely packed as an extra for when he stays late around the university.

it was a lie though. anyone could tell by the way it was prepared looking very appetizing and tasted just as amazing at it was presented.

and as peter had mentioned that he lived alone, you also assumed he was the one to make his meals. you were so sure he doesn’t pack for an extra and intentionally wants to impress you with his skills.

“hey, y/n!,” he calls, “look this eggroll has a cute design!”

he honestly was an epitome of a walking sunshine. his smile seemed so pure and you never felt any ill-intent for every gesture he had done for you

his friends seemed very welcoming the moment he introduced you to his group

you got along with ned who seemed to be just as joyful and funny as peter. meanwhile mj was a bit more of a tough cookie, nevertheless you both eventually got a long better than you expected

however, it came to one point wherein your own group of friends started being disheartened with your lack of communication

“you’ve been spending more time with that parker boy, huh?” “yeah, kinda?” “are you two like... dating?” “oh no! no... no... nooo!”

the moment they frowned at you was then that you realized and felt a little more guilty. you always remembered that friends were supposed to be friends despite the lack of time and effort, right?

somehow you tried to compensate for the lack of time with your friends. but every minute you spend felt more awkward than before

they weren’t sharing the same vibe with you and you were starting to question if it had been always like it – were you only adjusting to them?

you reached out for peter, considering that he became one of the closest and trusted people around the university. plus, he seemed to have genuinely great friends

“do you feel happy when you’re spending time with them?”

“well i used to but recently–”

“then you should stop being friends with them.”

you were upset for a second. the way he instantly told you that cutting ties with them would be the (only) option

he sounded serious on the other end of the line and you were just speechless for a moment. the dead air between lines was evident, but you didn’t know what to say

“sorry,” peter makes up, “i didn’t mean to sound too serious. i just don’t like people who are rude, especially to you.”

“oh, it’s fine. i totally get it.” you felt a batch of butterflies around your stomach. someone actually cared for you!!!

the moment you didn’t hesitate on losing your friendship with your past friends and moved on with joining peter’s group, things felt lighter.

somehow you felt more expressive than you realized. they were open to your ideas and thoughts, just as you were with them. you felt super comfortable and realized that you weren’t holding back on anything anymore

that’s why you had expected your winter break to be better than your past ones

everyone agreed to skate around the ice rink in rockefeller for christmas. along with it, also spending new year’s eve at the time square

news flash: you finally had the cliche new year’s eve kiss, with none other than peter parker!!! hooray!!!

for anyone who had common sense, your feelings for peter had accentuated. you weren’t denying it either, and the boy wasn’t oblivious to it too

he was just so irresistible and kind to you, like, all the time – to surreal, honestly

you felt and KNEW you were spoiled with peter (and his friends, who liked to spend time with you outside too, just not as much as him)

just as you were planning your spring break activities, it had to be postponed for another time

a lockdown had to be implemented around the country as it was under the state of a pandemic

mj and ned told the group that they’ll be with their families since lectures had to be concluded for the mean time

you planned to do the same, but you expected that this situation wouldn’t last long. so you chose to stay in your dorm rather than return to your hometown

completely sucks since you not only don’t get to hang out with your friends, but you weren’t able to see anyone in person...

until you got a text from peter

he was literally inviting you over his apartment since he explained that he wasn’t returning home either

you practically rushed to pack a small amount of clothes for a sleepover whilst not forgetting to wear a mask (bc it’s fucking important ok)

you arrived at his address and a big warm hug ensues

his unit was so tidy and you were convinced he did it to impress you

peter was so happy to see you, acknowledging that you’re also spending a few nights with him

the nights mostly consisted of eating snacks and binge watching movies

however during one of those nights, both of you got a bonus – making out on his couch and further, completely forgetting the television

making out with peter wasn’t awkward at all. most of the time he was the one in control, which you didn’t mind

his hands treated you so gently but the way he teased you made you crave for more than what he was offering

a lot of whining, swearing, and begging – you weren’t aware but he was enjoying it a lot

on his side, he did praise you from time to time, but most of it consisted of raw tension and actions. the room was full of grunts and short breaths

just want to include how sexy peter would be while he moans all over you. like his whole sunshine personality just drained away the moment he places his hands on either sides of your waist

the next day you felt like a princess even though you know it shouldn’t be???

apparently peter prepared breakfast for you and you felt embarrassed walking around his place only in the shirt you wore yesterday and underwear

just when you thought the extra lunch he packs for you was already amazing, the breakfast he prepared whilst being fresh and hot was just incredible

“you really like it?”

“of course! you really have to teach me to cook sometimes”

peter laughs and jokes, “yeah, don’t worry. i feel like we’ve got a lot of time ahead.”

ok fast forward to a few more days when you were beginning to feel like a freeloader. he lets you borrow a few of his clothes as yours were in the laundry

by the time you wanted to stop by your place, peter started to be more... clingy

at first he didn’t want you to go but after a few more debates, he felt defeated and instead insisted on going with you

eventually you caved and let him. it wasn’t that bad either, he talked to you about a lot of things on the way leaving you entertained the whole walk without realizing how far it had been

he helped you ‘pack’ more stuff so you wouldn’t be going back and forth from his place and yours. you felt like you were going out of town for a month with the amount of clothes and products

both of you returned to his place around late afternoon. you felt pretty tired and didn’t hesitate to pass out on the living room couch

when you woke up you sensed that you were in peter’s bedroom, meaning he carried and tucked you during the night

plus! an arm was wrapped around your midriff and you could feel peter’s breathing against your side

you closed your eyes and appreciated the moment. it was cute and made butterflies flutter around your stomach, and you tried not to move much to not wake him up

anyways apparently the pandemic lasted longer, and more serious, than expected (fuck the government and their incompetency)

you spent more time with peter and was thankful that you didn’t spend this quarantine alone

within a blink of an eye, a month and a half already had passed. you couldn’t deny that most, or all, days have been unproductive

eat, cook, watch tv, cuddle, fuck, repeatedly get spoiled??? yeah sounds like the dream

weird though because you haven’t completely brought up to peter if you’re actually in a relationship with him. oh no were you just friends with (a lot) of benefits??

but you also felt like it wasn’t the time to bring it up. neither of you were saying anything so it was best to let it be for the fear that things might go downhill from there

anyways this continued for more weeks, especially since the ‘stay-at-home’ policy was deemed necessary

you started to help him do errands around the apartment just to feel like you weren’t an actual freeloader – but it wasn’t a surprise when he kept insisting that you should relax

more cute moments

more sexy times

and more cuddles during night (peter’s grip became tighter every night, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just you getting homesick and overthinking)

ok but when you brought up being homesick and mentioned that you planned peter wasn’t entirely happy about it

the way he acted wasn’t just clingy. he insisted that he’d be the one to go and that you were staying

“ok but i’m not a dog, peter?” “i know, honey, but it’s too dangerous outside. i wouldn’t want you to be at risk.” “i wear a mask?? i follow health protocols?? i’ll be fine??” “you don’t understand–”

oh god he was becoming controlling

you tried not to argue anymore, rather ignoring and pushing past him to proceed to the door

and peter instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist and prevented you from walking further

there was a lot of struggling, but you didn’t know he was this strong. literally what the hell.

you tried to scream too but he pretty much threatened you to your core

“let’s talk this out,” he grunts as he secures his grip around you

“the hell? let me go!”

things got more complicated. he did convince you to talk with him (by means of tying your arms and legs to incapacitate you from running and righting)

it was a nightmare. he was really soft and sweet with you, even getting teary eyed after stating, “i only want what’s best for you... for us”

however you could sense the manipulativeness through it despite being making everything else look convincing

“trust me, sweetie, i wouldn’t want to hurt you. it would crush me” “please don’t cry. i’m only protecting you” “people are disgusting, they don’t deserve an angel like you” “don’t worry, i can protect you”

it terrified you to your nerves, sending shivers across your spine

at first you didn’t realize it, but eventually after days of being trapped, you figured he had been grooming you the whole time

he tried to make you dependent of him and somehow he did a fine job. just not enough to completely exploit you

though, it made you question what would have been better in your situation: being conscious of his sly nature with the hope of escaping or being unaware and completely wrapped around his finger whereas letting him continue how greatly he had been caring for you?

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crocigator · 3 years

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pink in the night (college!Kuroo x reader)

idk how i feel abt this but at least i finished it. this is the product of me yearning to mitski but somehow it's not sad, idk how either.

wc: 0.9k

(y/n) has had a crush on Kuroo since the first week of university. The first time they met, it was an accident. It was the first day of classes, and (y/n) was already running late. Not a good look for them, so naturally they were sprinting like mad across campus. It just so happened that Kuroo had the audacity to be walking in their path. The two collided and went crashing into concrete.

“Shitshitshit, I am SO sorry! I’ll make it up to you!” and just like that, (y/n) was off again.

The second time they met, it was Kuroo’s fault. (y/n) was in the library, doing their very best to make sense of the textbook in front of them. It was pure coincidence that Kuroo was at the next table, but fuck it, he wasn’t one to waste a good opportunity. He slid to their table, causing them to glance up at him.

“So, still wanna make up for bodyslamming me?”

At first, they didn’t recognize him. When they finally did, embarrassment quickly painted itself all over (y/n)’s face.

“Oh my god, yeah I do. I’m so sorry again, I was running late and it was the first day in a really important class and I-” (y/n)’s mouth was clearly moving faster than their brain at this point, their sentence running into more of a rambled mess than anything else.”

“Hey, no need to freak out. It’s alright. What are you studying there?” Kuroo asked, trying to calm them down.

“Uhhh,” (y/n) glanced at the pages in front of them, “classical conditioning.”

“How about you make it up to me by helping me with psych then? I’m more of a physical sciences guy, the social sciences get a bit lost on me.”

And just like that, (y/n) was in too deep.

“i glow pink in the night in my room

i’ve been blossoming alone over you”

Before either of them knew what happened, suddenly it was senior year and they were inseparable. (y/n) had still yet to confess their feelings and had learned to settle for being best friends. It all but caused them physical pain but hey, it was better than not being in his life at all.

“Kuroooooooo,” (y/n) whined, “that’s so not funny!”

The man in question let out one of his classic hyena laughs in response. “C’mon, it kinda is. I mean, he moaned his mom’s name for god’s sake!”

(y/n) was doing everything they possibly could to get him off her mind. Tinder dates and hookups were, they figured, the easiest way to do that. Unfortunately, however, sometimes they ended up like the one the pair was currently discussing.

“Okay, maybe it’s a liiittle bit funny. But still! Do you know how completely mortifying that was?”

“Imagine how bad it must’ve been for him.”

“Fair enough. But that was easily the worst hookup of my life and you’re laughing.”

Most days consisted of this. After classes ended for the day, the two were together. Half the campus already thought they were together. And if it were up to (y/n), they would be. Unfortunately, they told themself, Kuroo could never feel the same. Still, they decided to confess. After graduation. They may as well, right? I mean, what’s the worst that could happen. If it goes bad they can just move on with their life, they never have to see him again.

“with every drop of rain singing

i love you, i love you, i love you”

Soon enough, it was time to order caps and gowns, finish their last few credits, apply to grad schools and jobs, and move on from undergrad. Graduation was in less than a month, and (y/n) was nervous for more than one reason. Scary as it was to finally become a “real” adult, confessing to Kuroo was even scarier. Despite their protests, the days kept ticking by, and suddenly it was the day of graduation.

The ceremony was uneventful. A few speakers, a quick walk, and a flip of a tassel and suddenly (y/n) and Kuroo were college graduates. Now, (y/n) thought to themself, time to get it over with.

“Hey Kuroo?” With worry in their voice, (y/n) was finally doing it.

“What’s the matter (y/n)? Gonna miss me?” Kuroo let out a laugh with his response.

“No, well yes, it’s just that I uhhh, y’know, I-I’vehadfeelingsforyousincefreshmanyear and now that we’re graduating I figured it’s time for you to know and uhhh I just-”

They were cut off with a hug and a chuckle. “Took ya long enough. I’ve only been waiting since I came up to you in the library.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes really, you weirdo. Why do you think I came up to you? Did you really think I cared that much that you spilled coffee on me?”

(y/n) looked up at Kuroo and the two made brief eye contact. Slowly inching closer, their lips eventually connected. Sparks, fireworks, whatever metaphors people came up with, none of it compared to this. (y/n) sighed into the kiss, never having been so completely content as they were in this moment. They could do this forever, they thought, and never get sick of it, sick of him.

“i know i’ve kissed you before

but i didn’t do it right

can i try again and again and again?”

#haikyuu #hq #kuroo #kuroo x reader #college au #haikyuu x reader #college!kuroo #haikyuu college au #alex writes

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ranboo5 · 3 years

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whats 'the clip' and knifetrick?

Augh. Under the cut for shipping discourse and p/dophilia ment (nothing graphic or specific). Gets long bc I discuss my thoughts on DSMP shipping in general. You are setting me up fr anon

Some quick vocab -

intimacy here is used to refer to. Well. Any kind of intimacy between characters, of any sort, as an umbrella term /r, /p, and /qp here are used as shorteners to denote "romantic," "platonic," and "queerplatonic," both as adjectives And as verbs ("to /r" = "to portray romantically") shipping here is used to refer to any focused examination of intimacy between characters

And some clarity that Should follow from the essay next but may not - """anti-antis"""" and RPF writers delete forever

The Clip is from one of if not the? most recent Discord stage(s) Mr Live has done (which I missed when it was live RIP) wherein he issues a hard ban on shipping him ("do not ship me, in any way, with anyone!") which would less influence c!beeduo (which has been portrayed/stated to be romantic AND nonromantic both conflictingly for a while until being confirmed unconfirmed several months ago, that being the last was heard) without its direct invocation if he hadn't also cited for the reason as being underage ("'Cause, one, it's straight up pedophilia") which is! a) immediately applicable to At Least his DSMP character, Partially and b) while not Strictly True (should b obvious that portraying a relationship within the bounds of what it is in canon and in a nonsexual way is not That, and /r-ing c!beeduo etc was possible to do Appropriately again by remaining w/in the bounds of canon) is Clearly Indicative of the fact that baggage-wise it IS associated with people being fucking creeps

This Really complicates things bc like okay the apparent solution is "lol just don't /r it" but it's really like. A Worse issue than that bc like.

Okay the reason shipping in terms of fictional characters is a Different Bar is bc it's an examination of Intimacy and certain lines exist in certain dynamics of intimacy that Isn't Shown (which is the whole Within The Bounds Of Canon thing) which is important in a medium like DSMP because of the smaller gap + more personal relationship b/w character and streamer. Examining intimacy beyond th bounds of the consent that has been established in that regard is Weird at best and Violating And Creepy more often and, As Mentioned In Ranb's Stage, Literally Evil at worst

Which is why writing abt like. QPR or platonically intimate Techno and Philza (characters) is smth that is fine because that's smth that has been shown and repeatedly stated onscreen; it's in the bounds of canon n thus within th bounds of what the streamers've consented 2 be done with their characters. But writing T3chza making out or whatever is fucked up because it's smth that's beyond those consent barriers

And the thing is right

Slapping a /p on T3chza makeout doesn't. Make it less violating

Like what you CALL romantic is not the measure or whether it's past those barriers yk? And if it's indistinguishable, if it's in extrapolative territory that is Past The Bounds, it Does Not Matter how much you /p it EVEN IF IT IS TECHNICALLY PLATONIC y feel? Like at the end of the day placing a moratorium on some/all forms of shipping is placing a moratorium on certain examinings of intimacy

And okay 2 go back to Mr Live and his character. What it implies taken in context w/ older portrayals of c!beeduo and said by invoking smth that both evokes Really fucked up baggage (that does unfortunately exist btw I'm sorry if you didn't know that but People Really Do B Fucked Up Abt Beeduo) AND applies to his character is a revocation of consent to examining deep intimacies:tm: with his character, which is gonna apply regardless of the nature of that intimacy (even if nonromantic)

Like I don't /r c!beeduo myself, do not, never have, but I talk to people who have and have consumed content where they r background /r; I also don't think it matters. Like I don't Actively /r it and I don't Actively Not /r it because imho w/ the intimacy regarding c!beeduo that is plot relevant and character important whether that intimacy is /p /qp or /r doesn't really matter. I don't consider myself Less of a c!beeduo shipper than someone who /rs them because that would be dumb as hell and while none of the content I've made* is Intrinsically or Intentionally /r it certainly can be read tht way as much as it can be read /qp or /p. It's be dumb and hypocritical of me to like, dunk on ppl for /r-ing c!beeduo when I'm also invested in these two and my tonetags r not gonna suddenly Delete the picking apart I've done of the dynamic @ hand

Which Has Been. Within Bounds Of Canon. It's been what's been shown (sometimes to my great distress. There is a reason that the :canon_beeduo: emote looks the way it does) Directly Onscreen and in general keeping with the tone n intensity/directions of what they've Done With The Characters

HOWEVER

As mentioned up there. Revocation of consent

It makes. Full sense 2 me that Mr Live wants to place a moratorium or fullon ban on shipping his characters perhaps where he wouldn't have before because of the Unfortunately Very Extant trends of people being Fucking Weird about shipping his characters AND of using them as a Thinly Veiled Excuse to ship HIM, which. I should not have to explain why shipping real people is fucking abhorrent

THIS creates a problem which is a. Bit of a vacuum in interacting with what is a facet of c!Ranboo's arc, decision making, and character. Like you CAN have c!Ranboo w/o cbeeduo but you Can't Really have his plotline without examining c!beeduo. And as I mentioned earlier: even if your examination of c!beeduo is fully platonic, the significance of it To the plotline means that any examination of it and its relevance to the plotline and characters IS gonna be an examination of intimacy, which. Regardless of it's platonic, Is Still Shipping

Unless some HARD retconning happens it leaves this like. Hole in an aspect of c!Ranboo's arc and decisionmaking and it's very. Uncertain? God. Fucking months ago I was already kind of :huh. Does he know what the fuck he's doing: irt c!beeduo and desperately wishing for things to be cleared up and now it's only That Much Stronger

NOW. KNIFETRICK, FINALLY

Knifetrick (or, as it’s actually listed, Bishop’s Knife Trick) is a fic about "Ran and Jackie from The Pit TFTSMP" in a "canon-typical ambiguously romantic relationship." As you can tell from the scare quotes, especially if you've seen me vague, both of these are, to put it politely, Doubtful. I've read the fic; I will not be sharing my opinions because that would be neither productive nor responsible (I will just say I can't recommend it and leave it at that) but I WILL say the following that Is relevant to the conversation:

Ran's and Jackie's characterizations respectively have very little to do with characterizations from The Pit, and bear a dollar-store-version resemblance to tropes and personality motifs found in ESPECIALLY fanon c!beeduo, especially later in the fic. I would not go so far as to say they are Intentionally Literally Ranboo and Tubbo but they are transparent expies and were clearly written at LEAST unintentionally w/ c!beeduo in mind (esp since. Ran and Jackie barely interacted in The Pit), and for a readerbase that, as far as I can tell, is HUGELY dominated by /r c!beeduo shippers. Like. Sorry. This is off-brand c!beeduo.

The dynamic between the two is pretty unambiguously romantic, also; despite what the fic's white knights claim, romantic tropes and implications/motifs/imagery from at LEAST chapter two, and is very much explicitly romantic by the most recent chapter.

FROM CH1:

"And now, with raised eyebrows and a pursed lip, the newly named General Jackie observes Ran in such a way that makes the enderman’s skin crawl. Ran reminds himself that this kid, as short and harmless as he may look, is trained to kill. [...] Jackie narrows his eyes and tilts his head a little, as if he’s trying to read in between every one of Ran’s imperfect scales."

FROM CH2:

"It makes Ran’s skin itch with discomfort. [...] 'That actually doesn’t explain much of anything at all,' complains Jackie, and he pops a few croutons into his mouth with one hand. 'Tell me what you’re thinking, pretty-boy.'

"Ran feels his face flush, no doubt mildly glowing green.

"Yes, that was the other thing. The unnecessary compliments to his physical appearance.

"They don’t happen very often, and don’t seem to have very much meaning or intention behind them— Jackie often speaks like an unthinking kid— but when they do happen… they’re embarrassing. [...] It’s annoying how the rug is pulled out from under his feet in these moments when he’s 'embarrassed'. Like the conversation see-saw has temporarily shifted weight in the general’s favor."

I am not going to include excerpts from Chapter 6 because it's just the entire chapter.

I WILL SAY, HOWEVER, STEPPING ON THIS SCORPION BEFORE IT STINGS: they are not written in an RPFy manner and I don't think there's any grounds, including Vibes, of accusing Knifetrick of being like. Closet truthing or whatever. Also, while I think there's certainly Some Weirdness ESPECIALLY around the reaction, the romance itself is Not written in any way I'd call weird or problematic pre-clip; it's nothing inappropriate or like Weirdly Fetishy or whatever. Knifetrick is not #problematic or anything and I don't have beef with like the concept of liking it intrinsically; if I thought it was like. Abhorrent I wouldn't be sharing excerpts lmao dhjfnhdsbvdnfjh. Hence: if anyone uses this post or anyth like it to send harassment or bad faith ANYTHING to anyone involved with Knifetrick I will hunt you down in the fucking night even if it WAS #problematic that'd be the LITERAL OPPOSITE of productive and as it stands it's Literally Not. Essentially: Knifetrick is a (questionably-written /mean) fic using Ran and Jackie from The Pit as a vessel for a large chunk of the dynamics and headcanons of fanon /r c!beeduo in particular

And again, I would not call it problematic in any way (aside from the disingenuity of the insistence that it's TOTALLY UNRELATED TO BEEDUO and TOOOTALLY WASN'T INTENDED TO BE ROMANTIC GUYS like own your shit please)... IF it weren't for the advent of The Clip, which is calling in2 question the Entirety of the problem of /r-ing any variant of c!beeduo or any of Ranboo's characters at all

I really do not have an answer for this tbh. I genuinely wanna hear from the streamer on this more specifically because I like,,, I got no clue where 2 go from here? Do I just consider an arc retconned? Was it an issue of speaking abt a troubling subject kneejerk wise and I'm reading too much in2 it?

I just. I dunno

Tl;dr (AT LONG LAST)

- The Clip is a clip of a Discord stage where Ranboo (streamer) loudly explicitly decried shipping in a way that implicitly applies to characters he plays - This would be all well and good but is rendered complicated by the plot relevance of c!beeduo, which does not stop being shipping if it's /p'd due to it still necessarily being an examination of a particular intimacy in a way that is in canon hard to distinguish the /p, /qp, or /r nature of - Bishop's Knife Trick is an AO3 fic centered around using TFTSMP characters as /r c!beeduo expies which is not a bad thing in and of itself unless it also is covered under this moratorium - Things remain unclear until and unless we get clearer word from streamer, but considering Mr Live seems to be allergic to clarifying anything abt c!beeduo this is doubtful

*very little if any of the content I personally have made 4 c!beeduo has been posted publicly, for related reasons. You May have seen it if you're in servers w/ me, depending on Which Ones

#dsmp fandom critical #kind of?#jic #ask to tag #I am technically defending Kn1fetrick on this post #I am not nice to it but I am defending it technically. If people start being rude abt it I am going to set myself on fire #this IS ludicrously long but I have tl;dr'd it as I do with all my ludicrously long posts. I think I have salient thoughts

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harringtonstudios · 4 years

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vegas run. (I)

plot: it’s the annual las vegas run. let’s see what kinda trouble you get into this year!

A/N: this is an ongoing series! the first part is fairly long sorry. i currently have about 4k written so i’m excited for what’s to come. hope yall like <3 shoutout to ellie for letting me ramble abt this

masterlist!

Being invited to the annual Las Vegas run with the boys was something you had gotten used to. As Baze’s best friend from back home, you’d been to more events than you could even remember after he’d joined Machine Gun Kelly. It’d taken a couple years for them to blow up, but Baze would always ask you to fly out to Cleveland for the little things, release parties, New Years Eve, even Kells’ birthday once you’d gotten familiar with the other guys.

The Las Vegas tradition had started as an accident. You’d been with the band on their tour for a couple of cities, staying in the small tour bus that they were using this time around. It was kinda cramped with all the band, the constants slew of guests, and the little after-show parties every day. After the Vegas show, you guys had decided to party outside instead. There’d been an all-night rager in different casinos, clubs flashing their lights only to entice your friends in. Then, the bus had broken down, and it had started storming, and before you knew it, the next few shows were rescheduled, and you were stuck in Las Vegas.

It had been a week of straight craziness, constant drunkness, and chasing after Kells who had suddenly decided to mix alcohol and mushrooms. But it had been a great week, and you’d gotten closer to all the boys, learning more about them with every single incident gone wrong.

After that, Colson had decided to schedule a week-long break on those dates, marking it down as a tradition every year. He made sure you were always invited, and kept it as close to the people that were there the first time around as he could.

You’d forgotten about the Las Vegas run this year around. Things had been so hectic recently, with you opening up your own business and dealing with customers day in and out. At first, you’d started online with just a couple of orders, but after a mean deal done with one of the biggest designer companies, you’d landed your own well-deserved store with customers aplently.

The phone call came around 4pm, phone lighting up with the words Machine Gun Kelly. You hesitated for a second, wondering why he would be calling you on a random Thursday, but decided to pick up after looking around to make sure any customer was being attended to.

“Y/N!” Colson’s voice came through loud across your phone speakers.

“Hey man! What’s up, how have you been?” you questioned, pulling the phone back from your ear just a little.

“I’m good, just finished up the tour for this summer and we’re back in LA right now,” he answered, and you smiled, knowing all of this already since Baze had shown up to your store the day before with his lovely girlfriend, proud of everything you’d accomplished.

“I heard,” you started before he cut you off suddenly.

“Sorry, I know you’re working and all right now. I don’t wanna take up time, but I was hoping you’re still coming to the Vegas run?” he rambled out, and you rolled your lip into your mouth, suddenly remembering.

“Oh fuck, yeah it’s next week right?” you asked, fingers tapping on the desk as you already tried to come up with a way to get your assistant manager to cover the store for the week.

“Yeah. Baze was telling me you have the shop and all, but I wanted to ask you anyway. Wouldn’t be a Vegas run without you,” he murmured and you relished in the last few words before clearing your throat.

“I’ll try and work something out. Text me the details?” you spoke back, seeing your sales assistant walking towards you.

“Yeah of course,” he replied before you exchanged byes and shut off the phone.

It took a lot of bargaining, but soon you were clear for the next week. You had to come in on Saturday to finish up tasks and stay late a couple nights this week to sort out products, but other than that, your assistant manager was prepared to take over.

Taking a quick break for lunch, you stepped out, eager to soak in the sun as much as you could before staying in late tonight. Walking to the corner of the block, you decided to treat yourself with one of the special milkshakes from Luca’s Diner. It was a hotspot for the locals, sugary goodness & crunchy cereal sprinkled into every shake they made.

That’s when you spotted a familiar Aston Martin, violet purple standing out amongst the wave of other cars. Parked on the curb, the car seemed to be empty and you stepped into the diner, eager to find the owner.

The diner was flowing with people, chatter lighting up the air as you tried to spend a minute looking for Colson’s figure somewhere. Eventually giving up, you walked toward the counter, already smiling at the idea of having a sugar rush.

“Hi! Welcome to Luca’s. What can I get for you?” the cashier asked, fingers tapping away at the screen.

“Hey, can I get a Cinnamon Crunch Delight with extra whipped cream?” you answered, hands going into your pockets to pull out your card.

“And a basket of fries!” came a voice behind you, and suddenly there was a hand dropping around your shoulders.

You turned up to look at Colson standing there, grinning down at you as he said, “What Y/N? C’mon I’m paying.”

You smiled back at him, before gesturing to the cashier, who looked a little star-struck.

“Fries. Uhm, got it. Anything else?”

“I think we’re good,” he answered, moving his arm off you to grab his wallet. You sidestepped as he paid, waiting by the milkshake machine.

You hadn’t seen Colson in almost six months, both of you busy with different things. The last time you’d hung out was during his New Year’s Eve party and honestly, half of that night was its own blur.

“How’ve you been pretty lady?” he asked, walking over to you.

You looked up at him, taking in the drastically different look he was sporting. His hair was fluffier than you’d ever seen it, poofing up at the tops. As he tucked his wallet back in, you spotted the designs done on his nails & smiled a little.

“Busy! It feels like the phone never stops ringing,” you laughed out, fingers sliding on the counter.

For some reason, you felt the inkling of something fluttering in your stomach. You didn’t know what it was, but the concept of having a crush on your best friend’s brother figure didn’t sound good to you. So you willed yourself out of it before speaking again, “How bout you rockstar?”

“Can’t complain here,” he moved both his hands up, waving them around in jazz hands, “Touring just ended so I’m gonna probably go crash in bed for the next few days.”

“I caught your Miami show that day!” you exclaimed as his face suddenly became puzzled.

“You were in Miami and you didn’t tell us?” he asked, voice pitching higher as the question fell out of his mouth.

“No,” you laughed again, waving him off, “my assistant went and she eagerly sent me a few hundred videos of you guys doing your thing.”

He smiled at that, hand running through the messy hair before turning towards the counter, grabbing his fries. A second later, your milkshake came out and you picked it up, eyes catching the clock on the wall. You should’ve been back in the office a couple of minutes ago.

“Hey, do you wanna come around to the store? If you’re free that is,” you offered, as he walked ahead of you to a table.

“Oh dude yeah! That’d be dope, I wanna see your genius creations,” he gushed, plopping onto a seat.

You hesitated at the table before deciding it would just be easier to eat here anyway, less of a mess to clean up later. You knew that Sarah, your assistant, would be blowing up your phone soon, but you sat down anyway.

You’d missed him you realized suddenly as he rambled on about a tour story. One you’d probably end up hearing again from Baze anyway. It was weird, missing Colson when you guys weren’t that close anyways.

You’d been there for the big moments, but always as Baze’s friend first, and you wondered when that’d turned into being Colson’s friend too.

Flashing back to the last tour, you remembered sneaking out with Kells right before shows, getting high in bathrooms together, even making smoothies at 3am, waking up the rest of the guys as you blended away different mixtures. Maybe that’s when the scale had tipped, and why he seemed so at ease around you, legs stretched out, foot kicking against your ankles.

“Y/N, dude your phone!!” he emphasized, hand knocking at your arm as you clicked back into action.

“Oh shit,” you mumbled before picking it off the tabletop.

There were 2 missed calls and four very angry texts and you stood up, not wanting to lose the week off you had leveraged with Sarah. You were the manager, but she was much more organized and often kept you on track.

“That’s my assistant. C’mon we can finish your story at the store,” you uttered, grabbing your untouched milkshake as you left the crowded diner.

“Yo can I leave my car here?” he asked, stumbling behind you.

You nodded, knowing that his car wouldn’t get towed anytime soon as you sped past the few stores to get into your own.

He matched your pace, and soon you both were stepping in, his eyes lighting up at your outfits lining up the front.

“Woah,” he breathed out as you spotted Sarah in the office.

“Sorry, sorry I got caught up. What’s up?” you ran over to her, making sure to place your milkshake on the table away from your company computer.

“Finally! The fabric company’s on the line, something about the lace you ordered? I didn’t get what outfit they were talking about,” she uttered, handing over the phone as she moved out of the way.

“Oh fuck, the off-white one?” you asked as she nodded, and you groaned before picking up the phone.

“Hi Mr.Hand, So sorry to keep you waiting. What’s the situation looking like,” you started, grabbing your chair before you settled into your desk.

As the company started describing statistics, your eyes wandered, seeing Colson walk around the little store you had. He was peering at every outfit, the shirts put out, and you stopped yourself from grinning as he ran his hands over the chained pants you’d created this morning.

Within a second, Sarah was on him, and you stifled a laugh as she fell quiet, staring at him. He smiled, introducing himself with a handshake and you saw her physically shake off the nerves as she went on her sales pitch.

Within ten minutes, you’d fixed the issue, bringing up the idea of another distributor sneakily in order to sweeten the deal. Dropping the phone back, you pushed off your seat, picking up your shake.

Sipping at it, you groaned a little at the taste of it all, relieved that it was still good after waiting. Colson was sitting near the counters, swiveling around on the seats as Sarah fiddled behind it.

“Sorry bout that, things are kinda insane now,” you offered, walking up to where he was. He swirled around once more, before planting his feet, looking up at you.

“Nah, you’re all good. This is really fucking cool,” he praised and you smiled at his words, trying not to revel in them too much.

“I see you’ve met Sarah,” you motioned and she looked up awkwardly, giving you eyes before smiling at him.

“Yeah, hope Y/N hasn’t been driving you too crazy,” he said, knowing that you guys had just opened.

“Other than not letting us come in hungover, she’s been good,” Sarah scoffed, regret immediately flowing on her face as she caught your eye.

You laughed, letting her know that it was okay and she eased up a little as Colson continued, “Hungover? I’ve seen her much worse, believe me, the rule’s kept for a good reason.”

You shoved his shoulder and he moved a little, chair still swiveling around. Getting up, he moved back over to the pants you’d laid out this morning and Sarah took the opportunity to lean over, whispering, “Machine Gun Kelly just comes waltzing into our store?”

You scrunched up your face before whispering back, “Yeah total accident. I didn’t even know he was in the area.”

You both looked over at him as he picked up the pants, viewing them closer before he moved over to the full-length mirror standing in the side of the store.

“I can take things over for tonight, you know? Like if you wanna go hang with him?” Sarah offered, taking in the way your gaze lingered on him for a half a second more.

“No, it’s okay. I already have you working all day next week. I don’t wanna add more into it,” you murmured, watching Colson pose, hands gripping onto the pants out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh shut up Y/N. You’re still young, go enjoy your 20s bitch,” Sarah uttered back, trying not to laugh at the way your eyes widened.

“You sure?” you asked, trying not to let the happiness take over your face.

“Yeah. I mean it, go hang,” she smiled, and you grabbed her face, smacking a kiss on her cheek.

“I owe you everything,”’ you whispered and she blushed it off, clearing her throat as Colson walked back over.

“I kinda wanna buy these,” he said, holding the chained pants up, and you raised an eyebrow.

Within minutes, Sarah had completed the purchase and eagerly hinted at you being free until you had thrown a look, begging her to stop.

“So I’m guessing you’re free for the rest of the day?” he had asked, laughing as you rolled your eyes.

“I guess I am. You got anything in mind?” you mumbled, packing in your purse.

“You wanna come over? I know the guys been missing you,” he said, and you licked your lips, deciding to test the waters.

“Just the guys? I thought I was special Colson,” you mockingly stated, hand clutching at your heart.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve missed you too loser,” he spoke, and you grinned as he led the way out back to his car.

Walking into the house, you were immediately hit with the smell of something baking. You couldn’t quite place it but as Colson closed the door behind him, he mumbled out, “Dub’s making baked mac,” with such a fondness in his tone that you laughed.

It took five minutes, and then you were grilling up turkey burgers with Rook, laughing as Slim offered you another shot of Patron. It felt oddly like coming home, and you soaked it in, knowing that your own house was empty and cold.

Baze was gone when you got there, and you chalked it up to the fact that he wanted to spend time with his girl. Another girl wandered around the house, easily slipping into the chaos and you felt the nerves start to build back up. Colson tracked you watching her and then he swooped in right behind you again as you flipped over a patty.

“That’s Olivia, my assistant,” he murmured into your ear, and you brushed him away, feeling way too close.

“Who said I was asking hotshot,” you whipped out at him, as he leaned against the countertop, red Solo cup in hand.

“Saw you looking,” he replied, taking a sip, smirk showing in his eyes.

“Oh yeah? What else was I looking at,” you asked, voice tilting up at him.

“That’s for me to know,” he murmured, and you scoffed as he stuck his tongue out at you, lips still wet from the drink.

Then, Baze strolled into the house, Ellie right behind him and you dropped the spatula, running over to give them both bear hugs. You could hear Colson’s laugh echoing behind you.

After dinner, you attempted to head out before realizing your car was still at work. It was a dumb move on your part and you wondered if it was worth an Uber ride or if you should just ask one of the guys to drop you off.

“Whatcha thinkin?” Rook shouted, scrolling on his phone as the music blasted through the speakers.

“If I should order an Uber!” you shouted back, cupping your hands around your mouth to get the words across. He didn’t seem to hear you, shaking his head and you sighed it off, pulling out your phone to download the app.

A second later, Kells showed up, pulling your phone out of your hands, going, “I’ll drive you back.”

You throw him a little glare, but soften up as he hands you back your phone. Following him back into his Aston, you smiled up at him grateful for the ride. Next week was going to be a mess.

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shouldn’t be anything like me // Penny&Jupiter

Summary: Jupiter’s going on tour.

A/N: 11324 words. this is for @misscharlottelee and myself because you probably don’t want to read an 11k article fic abt Lola’s kid on tour in the months after the dirt’s release, but if you care about that, or about world building and fake albums...... please read. please read anyways i love this.

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Born With Stars In Their Eyes: on the road with JUPITER, the artist determined to break out of their parents shadow.

ORIGINALLY PITCHED as an exposé on the oft-forgotten origins of one of the biggest names in Post-Pop EDM, following JUPITER on their Ancient Sins tour, just months after the release of the Netflix film about their family, this article has turned to so much more since the announcement of their invitation to join the 2019 EST FEST lineup, with known rival Machine Gun Kelly.

JUPITER today is known best by their single-word moniker, for being both a talented musician, vocalist, and spokesperson for The Trevor Project, an organisation focused on aiding the LGBT+ community, and has been very vocal regarding their own identity as a nonbinary, pansexual individual. In the past, they’ve fronted bands under the name Lisa Lotte Lee, most notably Childhood Knife Fight, and it’s a little know fact that they have been a major sponsor for the professional skater ‘Seo’ for over half a decade, but that’s not where their strange and wonderful story begins.

SITTING OPPOSITE me in a cafe in down-town Miami, JUPITER wears a pastiche of pastel garments, the most notable of which is the mesh, lilac crop-top with a black planet stenciled on the back; it’s a cool, summery look, showing off some of their own branded merchandise, and it compliments their royal purple hair. It’s July, sunny and almost overwhelmingly hot outside of this air-conditioned oasis that they’d picked out for us to meet in.

“What would you like to know?” They’re no nonsense, straight to the point, and at such an open-ended question, I’m at a loss. I want to know everything, I have so many questions but don’t seem to know how to ask any off them as they fix me with a cool, unblinking stare. It’s unnerving. JUPITER orders a hazelnut latte and I finally ask how they got into music.

At this, they already give pause. Our drinks haven’t even arrived yet.

“Well, it’s in my blood,” they say, humorlessly, “everyone and their dog knows my dad is Tommy Lee, the drummer for Motley Crue.” Our drinks are placed in front of us and I must admit to them that I was aware of this. “While I have a background in music, through both of my parents, though you probably wouldn’t be aware of the full story there, I have never used my name or any connections people think I might have, in order to try and,” they pause for a moment, hesitating, “[sic] make myself more famous, I guess.”

I am assured that I’ll get the full story during the tour, however for now, we settle in and I ask about how production has gone on their latest album.

[Image ID: The cover of JUPITER’s latest album, I Remember Your Sins. It is black and white, Jupiter stands to the left, and has dark hair down to their shoulders. Their torso is covered by an image cut out of a woman wearing a black, mesh tank top with her hands in her jean pockets, and Jupiter’s legs and feet are covered by a second cut out image of a man in white short-shorts and ripped fish-net stockings. The background is pale grey, with a dark grey floor, JUPITER’s name sits on the righthand side of the image, with a pale grey line-art planet behind the “I”, and the name of the album is printed in rough typefont, all lowercase, emulating newspaper cut outs. The whole image has a black border that is thicker on the left and right sides. End ID.]

(Editor’s Note: The two images that cover JUPITER’s body are famous stills of their parents, the torso being Lola Sixx from an image taken in 1981 that was published in The Dirt: Confessions of the Most Notorious Rock Band, while the legs are an image of Tommy Lee from a Motley Crue photoshoot from the early 1980s.)

“I SUPPOSE it’s tied in to my whole family thing; I started work on my album near the start of filming for [The Dirt], and so now that people who are invested in my family know who I am, I’ve gained a strange new following, who sort of expect me to be just like my family, I guess?”

For those at home who aren’t aware, The Dirt is a Netflix original film that was released earlier this year, following the highs and lows of the band Motley Crue. In the film, JUPITER’s father, Tommy Lee [played by Colson Baker] sleeps with the band’s long-time assistant Lola [played by Alicia McIntyre] which ends up destroying his marriage to Heather Locklear [played by Rebekah Graf], mirroring real-life events, or so we were lead to believe.

“God f****** knows that I’m the last person in the world who would ever defend Lola f****** Sixx,” and as I wait for a follow up 'but’, I realise I may just be waiting forever, “so I won’t. My mom was a wild b****, but she was more than just a piece of a** to them, especially to dad. The movie’s kind of a s***show in that aspect,” JUPITER will later tell me, rolling their eyes, speaking both crudely and candidly about their own mother. They will go on to explain, in brief, that their mother had been emotionally involved with the band on a much deeper level than was portrayed in the film, even going as far to say that she and Tommy had been in love when JUPITER had been conceived, despite his marriage to the then-starlet Locklear.

But I digress, back in the present, in the cafe, they explain to me more about the album they’d just released, about the tour we were about to embark on, not that I hadn’t heard the full album, since it was part of my research for this piece, though it’s always fascinating to get an insight into the process.

I REMEMBER Your Sins is their second full length album under the name JUPITER, consisting of ten songs, including the three singles you probably already know. The first to be released in the wake of the film’s release was a collaboration with one of JUPITER’s long-time professional rivals, Machine Gun Kelly, which came as a surprise to fans of both artists. The pair had been asked to collaborate on a song for the film, with each having a verse in the newly re-edited and re-released single The Dirt (Est. 1981), though their public rivalry goes way back to the release of JUPITER’s first album, Stonehearted, in 2017, around the same time as MGK’s Bloom album was being released. Since the film, however, there has been no public disagreements between the two, and JUPITER and MGK both feature on each other’s 2019 albums.

For MGK’s Hotel Diablo, JUPITER features heavily in Burning Memories with their own verse, surprising fans as Jupiter sings candidly about the toll the their parents’ lifestyle took on their childhood. MGK’s appearance on JUPITER’s I Remember Your Sins, however, on the surprisingly suggestive Anatomic, alludes heavily to the surprisingly sordid personal history the two artists share, while being coy about confirming anything the whole time. We’ll come back to that single later, trust me, there’s more to that story.

Beyond Anatomic, of course the second single is the beat-heavy and haunting Earhart Under Pressure, which still has people speculating about the story behind it, with lyrics that include;

If I could see the mirrors in your eyes / who would we see? / Because they tell me that I look like you / but you look nothing like me. / Smash the mirrors / inhale the glass / could I get as high as you? / High like you still wanna be?

The song is a collaboration between JUPITER and Penelope Dingley-Lee, and I am led to believe it is a poignant reflection on the experiences they shared growing up in the shadow of their parents’ immense legacies. For those of you who are unaware of who Penelope Dingley-Lee is, she is JUPITER’s real life cousin, and is the daughter of the late Charlotte Lee, cousin to Tommy Lee, and one of LA’s most prominent 80s socialites, and Nicholas “Razzle” Dingley, drummer for British rock band Hanoi Rocks who passed in 1984 during a car crash that Vince Neil was responsible for.

While not known for her musical inclinations, it’s clear that Penelope has talent and potential, and the way her voice cracks in the second verse of the song is a moment of raw emotion that I have rarely heard captured in a studio recording.

The third and final single from the album, however, is the the one I’m really intrigued about; bog mummy, the breakout dance hit that seems to not fit in with the rest of their repertoire. It’s the enthusiasm and pace of Bluejuice’s Vitriol meets the heart and strange nostalgia of Ed Sheeran’s Castle on the Hill. You’ve heard it on the radio, in the clubs, in trendy stores all across the country, you know the lyrics without even thinking;

F**k it up / get up, and out there / jump / nothing defines the dead / don’t care if I’m busted up / you’re only gonna cry / if you let yourself down / so f**ck it up / get up, and out there / jump.

When I ask about it, JUPITER actually smiles.

“bog mummy was a collaboration with my siblings, actually, written for - and, well, by - my oldest brother Leo, and produced by my youngest brother Cyrus; Cy’s been wanting to break out into producing and Leo convinced me to give him a shot. It’s not my usual style, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love the track. Leo’s not one for song writing, but he’s sort of a bizarre, chill dude, so every time he says like, some cool line off the top of his head, I’ll jot it down, and a lot of the lyrics came from that. He titled it too.”

This information comes as a surprise to me. While I was aware that JUPITER had two half-brothers, actor Brandon Lee, and musician Dylan Lee, born to Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson in the late 90s, Leo and Cyrus were names I thought I was unfamiliar with, until I realised JUPITER was talking about Lola Sixx’s children with her current husband, Nikki Sixx. They’re a little cagey about that, but admit that they have three half-siblings on their mother’s side; Leo Nicholas, Cyrus Michael, and Cerie Ellen. The conversation is changed quickly after this.

THE FULL track list for I Remember Your Sins (2019) is as follows:

Good Grief and Alas! (Intro)

Earhart Under Pressure ft. Penelope Dingley-Lee

Deadly Virtues ft. Halsey

Our Ancient Sins

An Incomplete List Of Things My Therapist Doesn’t Want Me To Write Songs About - Interlude

Theirs ft. King Princess

Hollow At The Core

Wheel of Eyes

Resurrect Me In Any Image But Yours - Interlude

If The Soul Is Unwilling

Anatomic ft. Machine Gun Kelly

Heavenly Vices

Support Group For The Children Of Rock Stars - Interlude ft. Penelope Dingley-Lee, Cyrus Sixx, Leo Sixx, & Cerie Sixx

bog mummy

It’s not long until we’re leaving, the promise of more information regarding the album during the trip being given, and I head to my car where I’ve gotten all my clothes packed for the next three months on the road.

THE TOUR is set to head up and along the East Coast, before waving through the land-locked portion of our great nation, ending after a trip down the West Coast, in JUPITER’s home state of California. There’s talks of extending the tour internationally, but nothing has been officially announced as of yet.

As I wait in the hot sun for the tour bus to come and pick me up, I take the time to reflect on the meeting; the most notable thing about JUPITER is how guarded they are to speak to, not out of years of public relations training, as one might expect, but rather it’s a facet of their personality. Having interviewed their mother, Lola Sixx, on the red carpet for The Dirt several months ago, it’s clearly an inherited trait, though I assume they’d be adverse to that particular insight if I were to bring it up.

Once upon the bus, I am quick to find that in the presence of their band and their manager Penelope, JUPITER is far calmer, less tense. The band is made up of other talented and outspoken member of the LGBT+ community, who all share a similar ‘cool and vaguely unapproachable’ vibe as JUPITER themselves, but once we’ve been on the road for a few hours, the unapproachable wears off.

Penelope Dingley-Lee herself is the spitting image of her mother, though after having heard Earhart Under Pressure, I keep that opinion to myself, as I’m sure she’s heard it countless times before. Blonde, smartly dressed, and outgoing, she is a curious counterpoint to JUPITER’s reserved nature. She shakes my hand, introduces herself to me with a smile, and jokes about how she hopes JUPITER didn’t give me any trouble. This I find baffling, and it must read on my face, because Penelope seems to realise her mistake and is quick to explain that she’s known JUPITER far too long to not ‘pre-empt their shenanigans’. It’s here that I am informed that after her parents’ passing, Penelope was raised by Tommy Lee primarily, alongside Lola Sixx, and in part by Pamela Anderson, as JUPITER’s sibling.

At first glance they do not look alike, so you’ll have to forgive my initial surprise; maybe there's some similarities in their cheek bones, something about their equally slim builds, but they just as easily could have been friends as they could have been family. It only takes hearing them in conversation to confirm Penelope’s words, and to realise they've obviously spent their lives together. The usually somewhat reserved JUPITER all but moons over Penelope, and seems surprised when I admit to initially not knowing much about her.

We're seated in the uncomfortable little booth by the kitchenette in the tour bus, on our way to Jacksonville, a few hours in to the drive. JUPITER and Penelope share one side of the booth, more than comfortable with casual contact in the limited space, side by side, Penelope's arm thrown over the back of the sofa while JUPITER is playing with a loose piece of thread on the older woman's sweater.

"Our family has always sort of kept me out of the spotlight," Penelope admits, and though it appears as though JUPITER wants to make comment, judging by their snicker, Penelope gives them a look that they don't see, and she tells them, "don't."

My confusion, again, must show on my face when JUPITER looks up, because they catch my reaction and simply smirk, looking to Penelope.

"That's because they actually care about you."

"You are such an edgelord; I thought you and Lola were on better terms since [the premiere of The Dirt]," is Penelope's response, accompanied by a roll of the eyes that is almost painfully familiar, and for just a moment, she's the picture of her mother. Despite JUPITER’s documented grievances with their family, they clearly bare no ill will towards Penelope as they give her a helpless shrug, resting their chin on her shoulder. For just a moment, I feel as though I'm watching a memory, a recording of Lola Sixx and Charlotte Dingley as they had often been in the background of Motley Crue footage back in the 80s, amusing themselves.

Later, JUPITER will tell me that yes, they and their mother are working on reconciling their rocky relationship, but they refuse to divulge any further than that.

[ID: Four images.

The top left image is of Charlotte Lee in 1983, a polaroid published in The Dirt: Confessions of the Most Notorious Rock Band. Charlotte is a light skinned woman with fair hair that comes down to her chest, and brown eyes. She is wearing a oversized brown, knitted sweater with flower prints, over a brown button-down, and large, black, circular earrings. She is looking into the camera, and her left hand is raised, with her chin resting lightly on her knuckles. The bottom left image is Penelope Dingley Lee in 2019, taken from her Instagram, @penelopedingley. Penelope is a pale woman with blonde hair pulled into a tight bun, and blue eyes. She is wearing a white sweater with a deep neckline, and her left hand is raised to her cheek, her head tilted slightly to rest against her hand.

The top right image is in black and white, and is of Lola Sixx in 1982, taken from Circus magazine’s online archive, originally published in December, 1982. Lola is a tan woman with dark hair that comes down to her shoulders, wearing an open, collared jacket with nothing underneath. She is looking directly at the camera. The bottom right image is of JUPITER in 2018, taken from their Instagram, @publicenemyinorbit. JUPITER is tan, with dark hair that comes down to their shoulders. They’re wearing a black blazer and their chest is bare apart from the string of a black bra across. They hold a cigarette in their left hand.

End ID.]

I’M INTRODUCED to the rest of the band quickly; the rhythm section is comprised of Olivier and Archer Roach, a sister and brother on drums and bass respectively. You may recognize them from their stage-wear, which favours Day-Glo green, a surprisingly complimentary color against their dark skin. Olivier keeps her hair buzzed short, while Archer sports a set of the tallest liberty spikes I’ve ever seen, both apparently keeping up a consistent bleach and dye schedule to match their hair to their outfits at all times. A formidable duo, each sporting enough piercings to set off any metal detector, they, like JUPITER, are quite reserved to begin with, but once they warm to you they become almost dangerously funny.

Bernadette Yekanians, whom everyone refers to as Beans, plays lead guitar in pastel pink. It’s her first tour; she’s easily excited, drinks a lot of coffee, and quickly becomes a good friend of mine. She knows everyone’s drink orders by heart, and always brings extra water bottles in her bag to hand out in the dressing rooms before a show, while also being the first to tell me any time a piece of gossip surfaces.

The dark horse of the band, however, is Roan Young, ironically the oldest member of the band, though he still manages to be the closest to JUPITER in age, and he barely speaks a word. Dressed down in subtly-pattered button-ups and crisp, black jeans, he plays keyboard like it’s his calling in life while apparently trying to chain smoke a watermelon vape; he is the only one who doesn’t sing backup vocals, but he has a surprisingly expressive face, and a very calm aura, if you believe in that sort of thing. The moment I extend my hand to him, he gives me a very deliberate look over, not in a leering way, it’s more evaluative than anything else, and thankfully he must see something he likes, because he gives me a nod and shakes my hand.

None of them ever look like they’re going to the same event, yet somehow, together, they all make sense.

EACH MEMEBER of the band is eager to talk to me about the new album, each with their own favourite songs, and different insights on what went into the track, their own experiences separate from JUPITER’s, and over the first week, the first few stops of the tour, I get to hear them all.

Beans sprains her ankle during bog mummy while playing at Rockingham, North Carolina, and confines in me after the show that while she enjoyed the smash hit, her favourite song to both listen to and play was Deadly Virtues.

“[JUPITER]’s voice is like honey on the studio recording,” she tells me, “like, they always get so intense whenever this one comes up, and-” in her excitement, she’d made the strapping on her ankle too tight, and is, for the barest moment, put out as she rights it, but is quick to recover and finally, she turns back to me, “and it was so lovely to work with Halsey! She’s so talented, you know, and it just- so I came across this playlist on Spotify that opened with Deadly Vices, it was called, Songs to F**k or Murder To, I think, [sic] and I was like, you know, you right!”

THEY DON’T play the full track list of the album, with the introduction, all three of the interludes, as well as Earhart Under Pressure, Anatomic, and Hollow At The Core, being left off of the setlist, but they supplement those with some of the singles JUPITER has released, both from their last album, and in the time since, the songs people are more familiar with. This includes the 2017 Summer break out hit The Shot That Killed Achilles, as well as the hype anthem that is King of the Castle, the bass drop of which always causes crowds to all but lose their minds.

King of the Castle happens to be Roan’s favourite song to play, he confides in me. We’re sitting in a roadside diner on the border of Texas; he’s changing the coil in his vape pen with a practiced precision, not looking at me. The rest of the band is at the counter, all clustered together and reading the menu, while Penelope and our driver are talking by the tour bus. When I ask Roan to elaborate, ask him what he likes about the song, he says, “the start,” and doesn’t look up from where he’s carefully putting a new coil in with tweezers.

I’m well aware that he’s not particularly talkative, however after this I do observe him closely during the following night’s performance. The studio recording of King of the Castle features a sample of audio from the sitcom Community, Season 3, Episode 21: The First Chang Dynasty, wherein one of the characters plays a fast and messy series of notes on a keytar twice, holding the final note each time, followed by a clip of one of the characters saying ‘you’re still into keytar?’ as the song starts. It’s a song that gets you hyped up, the first two verses, as well as the first chorus, serving a buildup for the bass drop that hides the key-change in the bridge before the second chorus. The song goes hard for it’s full three and a half minutes, and it’s the first viral hit the band had.

On stage, Roan and his keyboard begin the song in a spotlight, the iconic, well known quick notes delivered as an excited hush falls over the crowd; they all know what’s coming, they’ve been waiting for it. Then, the laugh in Beans’ voice, ‘you’re still into keytar?’ is the cue for lights to flood the stage, and the Roach siblings to crash through the beginning of the song, and JUPITER jumps about stage singing for the audience to dance like there’s nobody watching. As the tension and music is building all through the second verse, Roan is in his element, his work reminding me strikingly of the keyboard in Holding Out For A Hero by Bonnie Tyler, right up until the music reaches it’s peak, the band goes dead silent, and JUPITER snarls into the microphone, “The king is dead!” and holds out their microphone to the audience, glowing with the sweat of exertion, breathing heavily as shouts back the lyrics they know all too well;

LONG LIVE THE KING!

The bass drops, and JUPITER collapses onto the stage, breathing heavily and beaming at the feeling of their band still playing around them, the crowd making the venue shake with how enthusiastically their moving, the crowd chanting ‘The King is dead! Long live the King!’

They stay there for the remainder of the song, catching their breath and taking in the moment, letting the crowd go off with the coda of the song, raising the microphone to their lips only for the final words, taking a deep breath and hollering, “Off with my fucking head!” as the audience roars with praise, and finally, they get to their feet. Every time the song ends, I’ve come to realise, they look to Roan, and every time he will give them a single nod, and a rare smile, which always makes JUPITER grin in return. There’s a quiet understanding between them that a lot of people miss, and, when you finally come to behold it the way I have, you appreciate the stability Roan provides, both to the band, and to JUPITER, more than you would realise.

JUPITER, I’M told by several source, the band and Penelope included, lacked a sense of stability earlier in their life, which was at the time conductive to their creativity, but it was also conductive to the temper they had inherited from both parents. The most well known incident, of course, was the bar fight from 2010, wherein a patron had verbally harassed JUPITER, then fronting Childhood Knife Fight under the stage name Lisa Lotte Lee, about their family, and JUPITER had leapt from the stage and gotten into a fight with the patron. The patron did not press charges.

“We were there,” Olivier tells me, delighted to recount the story, “that’s why we wanted to be in a band with them, [sic] f****** nuts, we loved it.” She’s referring, of course, to herself and her brother, who’s currently restringing his bass several feet away.

“Had to wait, they had a whole dark period after that and we can’t really blame them, but we made friends with Roan after the show. He seemed like the only one who still wanted anything to do with JUPITER after that night, [sic] all the paramedics and s***; the rest of the band left them both there. A******s.”

“Bunch of f****** a******s,” Archer doesn’t look up from his bass to chime in an agreement.

“Who?” Penelope, who had, up until this point, been backstage, joins us with a takeaway coffee in hand.

“Childhood Knife Fight, apart from Roan and JUPITER, of course,” Olivier holds out her hand expectantly to Penelope as she’s speaking, and Penelope doesn’t even seem to hesitates before handing over her drink.

“F****** a*******,” Penelope agrees with them both as Olivier takes a sip of her coffee and wrinkles her nose, handing it back, which devolves into a strangely domestic argument about how Olivier can’t stand how sweet Penelope likes her coffee, and Penelope arguing back that she could have waited five minutes for Beans to come back with everyone else’s drinks instead of stealing hers and complaining about it.

(Editor’s note: Childhood Knife Fight disbanded in 2013, and had not released any original musical content since Roan Young’s departure in 2011 on the basis of ‘creative differences’.)

WHEN I ask about the siblings’ favourite songs, both to play, and on the album, they're unanimous in that bog mummy is their favourite to play; it’s intense and demanding to play, the final song of the setlist before possible encores, and just as it gets the audiences’ blood pumping, so too does it get the rhythm section of the band, the two who are heralded by the whole band as being the heart of the song’s live performance.

However, when I ask about their favourite songs on the album, their answers surprise me.

“JUPITER and I co-wrote Wheel of Eyes, so that one’s always going to hold a special place in my heart,” Olivier tells me after considering for a moment, “I don’t write a lot, but they came to me with this idea for a song about something that we both feel quite strongly about, which is that neither of us present ourselves in a way that is, for lack of a better phrase, [sic] palatable to those comfortable within the gender binary, nor does Archer, obviously, but he didn’t want anything to do with the lyrics.”

“What I loved about Stonehearted [JUPITER’s first album, 2017] and I Remeber Your Sins, and actually, what I love about JUPITER themselves, is how high-concept they can go while still managing to be relatable; Wheel of Eyes is all about, when you really look at what it’s saying, it’s about not looking like people expect you to, or want you to, but not caring because you like how you look, how you present yourself, and telling the world who doesn’t like you to get f*****,” the only time I think I’ve seen Olivier this passionate or excited was on stage, “and JUPITER took all this, and took the whole biblical-overtones they were going for with this album, and they looked at me and said, ‘okay by what if you could be a flaming wheel of eyes’ and I looked back without even thinking, after hours of working on this concept and this song, and said ‘that’s the dream’. It exactly captures what the song’s about, we want to be able to look however we want, and still be able to f*** up the people who criticize us because they don’t see the appeal in our look. We’re not made for your consumption. So, Wheel of Eyes.”

When this question is posed to Archer, however, his answer is much simpler.

“Support Group for the Children of Rock Stars,” he tells me without hesitation, completely deadpan, surprisingly claiming the final interlude on the album as his favourite, “Seo Sixx is the funniest motherf***** on this planet and that is a fact.” Apparently, both he and Olivier agree on this, which surprises me, though Olivier teases her brother for having a crush on him, to which I am then let in on the in-joke that everyone on the tour, who isn’t related to him, has a crush on Leo ‘Seo’ Sixx, JUPITER’s half-brother.

Yes, including Roan, who shrugs, but doesn’t deny it.

Yes, including Beans, who has described herself on multiple occasions as ‘too gay to function’ and ‘a whole damn lesbian’.

“Have you ever seen a man so beautiful you started crying?” Beans asks me when I ask her about it. I’m not quite sure what she means, until she pulls out her phone and shows me the lock screen; it’s of a beautiful man with short, dark hair and dark eyes in a beige suit. She tells me it’s Leo Sixx, and that he’s her lock screen because it irks JUPITER; when she calls out to the rest of the band, they each reveal to have the same photo of Leo as their lockscreen, including Penelope, while JUPITER rolls their eyes.

The fascinating part, however, is explained when Penelope joins us at the back of the bus. Leo Sixx, aged 26, six years younger than JUPITER, has only once shown his face publicly since turning 18, and no pictures are publicly available of him before then. The photo that each member of the band has as their lock screen is from that public appearance, from the premiere of The Dirt, and when I question if it’s because he’s a private figure, Penelope actually laughs.

I am ashamed to say that it is only now that I am made aware of the connection between Leo Sixx, and the professional skateboarder Seo, whom JUPITER is a known sponsor of.

[ID: Three images of Leo ‘Seo’ Sixx, in color.

The first is from Leo Sixx’s public Instagram, @fourwheelsixx, and is his most recent post as of this publication. It’s photo of Leo Sixx from the waist up. He is wearing a black hoodie pulled tight around his face, so all that is visible is one eye, and a small section of his cheek. Both his hands are giving peace signs, however his right hand is closer to the camera. There is a fire alarm on the grey wall behind him.

The second is from Leo Sixx’s Instagram story in 2017, archived by tumblr user @boyswhoride. It is a very close, partial shot of Leo Sixx’s face as he is drinking dark liquid from a glass that had two golden decorative bands printed on it, with a fleur de lis pattern near the top. The glass obscures most of his face so that all that can be seen is his eyes looking down at the glass, and his hand holding the glass. He wears a thick, silver ring on his middle finger. He is tan.

The third is a Getty Images photo of Leo Sixx from The Dirt premiere in 2019, reposted first on Cerie Sixx’s public Instagram, @ceriethree, initially posted alongside nine other photos from the premiere. It is an image of Leo Sixx from the chest up. Leo is a pale man with short, dark hair that is slightly mussed. His eyes are dark, and he has a faint moustache and goatee. He wears a pale, beige,, tartan suit jacket, and a button-up shirt with a black and cream honeycomb pattern. His left hand is raised and in his hair.

End ID.]

(Editor’s note: The second image is the only image of Leo Sixx that was publicly available before 2019 where his face was unobscured by his hoodie, glasses, or some other material.)

IT SURPRISES me to find out that the way to get JUPITER to speak honestly about their family is not by asking about their parents, as this just makes them shut down, obviously sick of being asked about that. Instead, they granted me a surprisingly raw and honest insight into their family history when I asked about their siblings. Something about sitting in a diner in the middle of Boston, Lola Sixx’s hometown, getting dinner with just JUPITER before a show, feels oddly fitting for me to be asking these questions.

“Pam - Pamela Anderson,” JUPITER clarifies, surprising me with how they begin, “was a lovely stepmom for a few years, honestly, she really tried. I know it wasn’t easy on her, but she was actually in my life a lot more than Lola was for the years she and dad were married.” They hesitate for a moment, suddenly uncomfortable with the direction their own recollections have taken, “and it’s not my place to discuss what went down between her and dad, but we’re still on good terms. So when they split up, she took Brandon and Dylan; they were just babies at the time, but I was about ten, I think, and I knew why it was happening, but at the same time, it didn’t really make sense, if that makes sense? Brandon and Dylan are just as much my brothers as Seo and Cyrus, but they always felt more like Pam’s sons, rather than my brothers. Pam ended up getting full custody of them after a few years of joint custody, and dad being an asshole about it and trying to incite his own sons against their mom. It was f*****, they were toddlers,” and even as they say it, JUPITER sounds horrified at recounting what their father had done, “he was never awful to the boys, and it was never overt, but it was insidious, you know? Stuff that Penny and I, when we would hear it, we knew better than to internalize that kind of negativity since we’d known her just as long as dad had, and we knew he was just angry, but we were like - I think I was eleven then? And Penny would have been about fourteen? - but those boys were so impressionable, parroting everything they heard, you know? I’m actually glad she got full custody at the time, honestly.” Letting out a long, suddenly exhausted breath, they sit back in the booth with their arms crossed, looking up at the ceiling; all I can do is keep quiet, hanging on their every word.

“But it was a really rough time, especially since Penny and I were still living with him during the week; [Child Protective Services] had this whole big investigation into our situation, so Penny and I ended up lived with Lola and Nikki for about six months too, since Lola’s, you know, my mom, and she and dad legally adopted Penny when she was six. Losing literally all of his kids essentially at once hit dad like a f****** bus. At least he cleaned up his act after that, actually got some serious therapy; that’s the only thing I can remember me and Lola agreeing on in those six months, is that that’s something dad really needed. But I actually got really close with Seo, even though he was about six at the time, the kid followed me like a little duck, but I couldn’t wait to get out of that house, get away from Lola and Nikki and the twins, who’s just been born.”

“They told me it was different when I was a baby, but Lola and dad were actually together then; for what feels like my whole childhood, I saw Lola at holidays and birthdays, and maybe for a few days every other month. Even when dad wasn’t there, I was in his house; nan and pop raised me and Penny pretty much every time dad went on tour, but I was just so f****** disconnected from Lola, you know? And then Seo was born and suddenly she and Nikki had me and Penny over every weekend, and then we had to live with them because all the CPS stuff, and all I ever saw was Lola coming home from work every day all f****** saccharine and happy smiles, making time to take care of Seo and Cyrus and Cerie, and [sic] I swear to you I have never been as mad in my life as I was for those six months when I was twelve. Seo understands a lot better than either of the twins, I think. He got the mid-range Lola experience; she was still kind of f***** in the latter-half of the nineties.”

“Sorry, I know this isn’t therapy, and thousands of people are probably going to end up reading this,” looking back at me again, it’s as if I’m snapped from my trance, and remember that we’re in the middle of a very public diner, “but, back to your original question; I’m closer with the Sixx-kids than I am with either of my Lee-brothers, because dad and Lola and Nikki, even now, are still weirdly close - not -” they’re quick to clarify with a hint of self deprecation, “- as close as they were in the eighties - but with Pam, after her first split from dad, I don’t know, I just never had the same sense of connection with Dylan and Brandon.”

“I’m just glad Penny’s legally my sister, she’s the only one I actually like,” they end with a joke, and I’m glad to feel the tension leaving the conversation. I know that Penelope Dingley-Lee’s place in the family is a whole other can of worms, so for now I will leave it closed. For tonight, it’s enough for me to muse on.

Later, side of stage as the band is warming up, I do tentatively ask Penelope why JUPITER may have been so forthcoming, and she gives me a look that I can’t quite read, a look which, while it’s a strange look on Penelope, is reminiscent of something I have seen in old interviews of Charlotte Lee, when asked about Motley Crue’s less than polite antics and reputation.

“JUPITER hates Boston,” I’m surprised, I hadn’t picked up on this at all, they’d seemed perfectly at home and calm in the diner earlier, despite our topic of conversation, “we’ve got family out here. You saw [The Dirt], you know what happened between Lola and her mom,” I do, vaguely, as does everyone else.

FOR ALL that Motley Crue have been open with their various pasts, Lola Sixx had never been particularly outspoken about her childhood before running away to LA with Nikki Sixx at the age of sixteen. Her two chapters in The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band had come in to talk more about Charlotte Lee’s disappearance, and then again later when she and the band had gone into rehab after her self having died twice. The large scars that have covered her back, while a staple part of her look during the late eighties and early nineties, went largely unexplained until the film alluded to her own mother being the cause of them.

“We have an Uncle out here, Milo; for all that Lola hates her own mom, she did actually reconnect with Milo back in, like, 2007? But he’s a nurse, and currently their mom’s live-in carer, so Lola hasn’t spoken to him for almost five years. He’s not that much older than me and JUPITER.”

IT’S ONLY when I’m laying in my uncomfortable hotel bed after another successful show, now with Beans, my designated roommate, asleep and snoring in the bed next to me, that I find myself ruminating on what JUPITER and Penelope have said, and how, if at all, it relates to JUPITER’s music. While at first glance, Earhart Under Pressure is the most personal song on the album, and while that is certainly true in regards to both JUPITER and Penelope’s relationship with their family and their self image, I’ve always been fascinated with Resurrect Me In Any Image But Yours - Interlude, and just how much it says about JUPITER in words they had not written themselves.

Resurrect Me In Any Image But Yours - Interlude is a strange song that stands out among the track list for I Remember Your Sins, a lofi interlude comprised of different voices reading short prose and poetry, and three separate audio samples from Bojack Horseman.

It’s important to note that each of the samples from Bojack Horseman include Jupiter’s voice layered beneath the original audio, saying the quotes almost in sync with it.

The following pieces comprise Resurrect Me In Any Image But Yours - Interlude:

“Sometimes i feel like i was born with a leak, and any goodness i started with just slowly spilled out of me, and now it's all gone. And I'll never get it back in me. It's too late.” - Bojack Horseman

“I liked the idea of living in a city — any city, especially a strange one — liked the thought of traffic and crowds, of working in a bookstore, waiting tables in a coffee shop, and nobody knowing who I was.“ - The Secret History by Donna Tartt.

“You come by it honestly, the ugliness inside you. You were born broken, that's your birthright. There’s no cure for that.” - Bojack Horseman

“You wear an ancestor’s face. In that mirror, there’s thousands of you, and in the bath, when you look down, they look back, shaking and deforming in the ripples as they lie beneath the surface.” - Unknown

“I come from poison. I have poison inside me, and I destroy everything I touch. That's my legacy. I have nothing to show for the life that I've lived, and I have nobody in my life who's better off for having known me.” - Bojack Horseman

“Tell me how it is, being the sun. You could walk into a room and they’d all be watching you. They’d all get down on their knees. I ask you how it is, and you say, “It hurts. It hurts.” - Sunlit by R. Wright

“You were burned, you were about to burn, you’re still on fire.” - straw house, straw dog by Richard Siken

If you will allow me to editorialize for a moment, I have spent almost a month trying to decipher this piece in my mind, and I believe finally I have come to understand it. This song is Jupiter trying to reconcile their past and their present, and their identity, through their music, and not exactly liking the conclusion that they’ve come to. Listening to it with an understanding JUPITER’s context, it’s it’s own kind of tragic. JUPITER’s fear of repeating their parents mistakes has been an heavily implied theme in more than a few of their songs on this album, most notably in Our Ancient Sins and Heavenly Vices, but never has it been more blatant than it is here. Factoring in the knowledge that JUPITER’s mother herself had a negative childhood, it gives a voice to the fear of this not only being just an inherited trait from Lola’s scandalous young lifestyle, but a generational cycle, as if JUPITER was doomed before they were conceived, as if they’re aware, in part, that Lola was too. Even the title itself plays into this, considering the constant comparison drawn between Lola and JUPITER.

The whole world knows of the nasty and hedonistic antics Motley Crue and their associates got up to at the height of their popularity, and now with the release of The Dirt, that image of debauchery has just been reinforced in the public’s eye, it’s no wonder that JUPITER, who is choosing to go down a somewhat similar career path, is afraid of repeating those mistakes, considering they and their cousin Penelope, the person with whole they have often admitted they are closest to, more than almost anyone else have had to bare the consequences of their family’s poor decisions.

A LOT happens during our next stop, New York, enough that I don’t have time to discuss with Penelope her thoughts and experiences as part of JUPITER’s family. Instead, not only do we get to spend time with another member of JUPITER’s family, but JUPITER releases a music video the afternoon before their first night at Madison Square Garden.

When we arrive in town just after midday, JUPITER’s the one who suggests going out for lunch, advising that both their sister, and, much to my confusion, Machine Gun Kelly [MGK], are in town. The resturant they have chosen is surprisingly upscale, and it’s rather delightful to see the band in contrast to the much more traditional lunchtime diners. At a large table by the window, Cerie Sixx and Machine Gun Kelly are already waiting.

IN 2017, MGK’s song Bad Things, created in collaboration with Camilla Cabello, had won the Radio Disney Music Award for Best Musical Collaboration, beating, among others, Medusa by JUPITER, which featured Blondie’s front woman Debbie Harry. JUPITER, less than impressed with the result, took to Twitter to praise Cabello’s talents, but lament that they were ‘unfortunately wasted on another average white boy’s song about sex’. Of course, when several celebrity news outlets picked up the story, and MGK’s retweet that comprised of a sarcastic apology about how ‘we can’t all write songs about how our famous parents suck’, the feud became public.

“It was never a private feud; it started on Twitter, sometimes it was mentioned in interviews, we never put it in our music because it wasn’t, like, real beef, but I have never taken back anything I have ever said about him,” JUPITER, sitting next to MGK, leaning against him, tell me as we wait for our food to be delivered, “society has moved past the need for white boys to write songs about heterosexual sex.”

“So if I wrote about you...?” MGK’s tone speaks volumes, which appears to delight JUPITER, and kind of horrify the rest of the band, and their siblings. At least for me, and probably for my future readers, however, this conversation is turning into a series of expectation-shattering confirmations.

“I’d be delighted,” JUPITER responds to him, before addressing me once more, “for the record, before you ask, Anatomic is my song that he’s featuring on; I’m not featuring on some white boy’s song about sex.”

“I’m featuring about their song about sex, and they’re featuring on my song about hating parents,” at least they both seem to be self aware, and find the humor in the irony.

As lunch is wrapping up, however, Penny surprises us all by announcing that their music video is apparently ready for publication.

I HAVE always wondered, readers, what the moment before a natural disaster occurs feels like, but something about this moment felt pretty darn close; like dogs that can sense an Earthquake, like a surfer watching the tide disappear before a tidal wave, like watching Mount Vesuvius erupt from Pompeii, we were eating overpriced desserts like nothing was wrong while the internet proceeded to explode.

If you were one of the first to watch the music video for Anatomic, there’s a good chance you watched it before either JUPITER or MGK had, neither one having seen the final product, but both admitting to be too nervous to watch it in public. At the table, we all wait too, as some sort of curtesy, and once we’re all finished and heading to the venue, they give us their blessing to watch it as they’re getting into their own car. Everyone else refuses to get in after them, and advises that I keep my distance too; Penelope calls them quite disgusting, and actually snorts when I ask about their so-called feud. It’s not that I was blind to their closeness at lunch, but I’d rather not print unsubstantiated hearsay.

“It’s been over a year since they actually hated each other.”

When I turn my attention to Cerie Sixx, JUPITER’s younger sister, better known as the lifestyle and beauty influencer Cerie Three, to see if I could gain any further insight on their relationship, she, and Penny behind her, make identical faces of displeasure.

“I’m happy for them,” Cerie says, in a tone that says otherwise, “but it’ll always be weird that they hooked up while [The Dirt] was filming -”

“They never expressed interest in him while he was in costume or in character,” Penny’s quick to jump in, “Jup would kill me if I didn’t clarify.”

“Still weird;” Cerie says, “you didn’t see me or Cyrus going after Douglas, did you?” At this, Penny is tellingly silent, “they’ve always respected each other a lot more than either has let one,” Cerie explains, “they’re incredibly similar and work well together, their relationship isn’t a surprise.”

I SHARE a car with both Penny and Cerie to MSG Stadium, eager to hear Cerie’s opinion on her sibling’s music in the short time that she’ll be spending with us, considering how much of JUPITER’s music is thematically linked to their family. Between studying full-time in New York, and building her personal brand from her successful YouTube career, she doesn’t get the chance to spend much time with her LA-based family.

“Jup’s music’s always been fascinating to me, even if we’ve never been especially close. I love them dearly, but when I was younger, despite Penny spending weekends [sic] with us and mom, Jupiter, for as long as I can remember, lived with Tommy full time since they had a choice,” Penny, sitting beside Cerie, is looking between us both as the younger woman speaks, as if ready to smash the voice recorder in my hand at a moment’s notice should Cerie say anything damning by accident, though Cerie herself seems lost in thought, “it’s getting better now, I’m getting to know them when I can, which is nice, and for me, part of that is listening to their music.”

“Jup and I had the same mom, but it’s like we knew two completely different people, each of my older siblings is a what-if of me, where the main variable is ‘what if mom was different’, so I’m just trying to understand JUPITER, you know? I’m in my second year of Psychology, so hearing how they process all of their thoughts and feelings through music, it’s so interesting to me on that level too.”

Cerie and JUPITER were born twelve years apart, and though they share a few key similarities, that being the darkness of their hair, their olive complexion, the shape of their eyes, their differences reflect their fathers. JUPITER’s lean and wiry, with sharp cheekbones and hazel eyes, and a chaotic demeanour when the mood struck them, while Cerie is softer, with green eyes like her father, and seems far more down-to-Earth in her youth than JUPITER reportedly was. However, in moments like this, the introspective and analytical way they talk about themselves, about their families, and their understanding of their world, they sound similar, and like their mother did in her later years.

For all that JUPITER dislikes comparisons being drawn between themself and their mother, they already, and please note that I mean this as a compliment, are something of a reflection of her better years.

But as soon as I have this thought, Cerie is pulling out her phone, eager to watch the new music video.

AND THAT afternoon in New York marks a turning point on tour.

I find myself sitting in one of Madison Square Garden’s greenrooms two and a half hours before the band is set to perform, hunched over my phone, watching Anatomic’s music video over and over again. I have been writing for several years now, and not once have I been part of a moment like this, or so captivated by an artist’s music video.

Anatomic’s video, in a word, is haunting.

[ID: A YouTube video embedded into the article. The thumbnail is of JUPITER and Machine Gun Kelly horizontal in frame, laying side by side on their backs, on operating tables, next to, and looking at, each other, only visible from their navels up. JUPITER is a tanned person with dark, shoulder-length hair; they are only wearing a simple, black sports bra, and there is black, dotted-line markings in marker on their torso, like guide lines. Machine Gun Kelly is a pale man with short, bleached-blonde hair. He is covered in tattoos from his neck-down, and his hands are tied to the table with leather cuffs by his sides. The background is a checkered pale blue and black floor. The image is cool-toned, and their expressions are neutral.

JUPITER ft. Machine Gun Kelly - Anatomic [official music video]

Video Description:

The whole video is taken in a single shot, the camera panning back agonizingly slowly the whole time, barely noticeable until you realise how much you can see of them at the end. Both MGK and JUPITER are on their backs, head to head, as the centerpiece for a table piled high with decadent platters of fruits and meats. Arms by their sides, they’re dressed in pale Grecian-style togas, though all that can be seen of either of them is of their chest and head.

The lighting has the shot looking like a Chiaroscuroan painting, the two singers cast in sharp relief by the light, highlighted on the table in their pale garbs while the food around them is saturated with rich, dark colours, and the floor beneath is practically invisible for the shadows. As they sing, hands reach out to messily snatch and grab at the food on the table, at two singers who refuse to react, even as feverish, desperate hands stain their attire, goblets of wine sloshing in their hurry from one set of hands to the next, snatching more food greedily, before being swallowed up by the dark too.

My ribcage like the doors you pry open / to get yourself under my skin. / See your fingerprints, your hands on my cold heart / how you staked your claim right from the start / I want to feel your touch from the outside-in.

I’d break every lens that seen your head / between someone else’s thighs. / ‘cause I’ve watched you fake love and fake laugh / and maybe I should be mad on the worlds’ behalf / since the way you are in my bed screams it’s all lies.

JUPITER has their eyes open, looking directly into camera, shifting from moment to moment as if in discomfort, or simply unable to stay still, hands clenching and unclenching by their sides, twitching when they’re touched, like they’re restraining themselves. The look in their eyes is desperate, and suddenly the movements read as wanton rather than uncomfortable. MGK has his eyes closed, laying still; someone presses a cherry to his lips, and he takes a bite before someone else snatches it away. Some else presses a bottle of dark wine to his lips, and thought he opens his mouth, they keep pouring wine until his mouth is overflowing; he doesn’t flinch. Once the bottle is snatched away, he closes his mouth, and swallows, the leftover dark liquid clinging to his cheeks and jaw in droplets.

But as the chorus comes in, the hands start snatching at the bowls, the plates, the napkins left over, and the table they’re laying on is a dull, silver metal, an operating table. MGK’s eyes open with the chorus too, and his voice joins JUPITER’s, his lyrics low and even, like a call and response, a strange answer to the words they sing.

I think your fingers were made to unthread me / (I need to touch you ‘til I can’t feel a thing) / Grinding me down to my base components / (I’ll tear you apart, baby I’ll make you sing) / Don’t be gentle with me, I’ll be rebuilt / (Repaired cracks with gold, fit for a king) / I see the Sword of Damocles hanging above / (I wonder who will snap and sever the string)

In the moments before the second verse, MGK’s verse, the light shifts dramatically, a white, overhead fluorescent overexposing the scene in a flash of white, revealing the old, checked hospital style floor. Everything is tinted blue and silver and dark grey, low contrast making the floor beneath the table and it’s brightly lit occupant look hazy, while even the faceless doctors’ scrubs and hairnets, the clipboards and diagrams, and the handles of scalpels being passed back and forth on a silver tray, were that same, artificially cool-toned and rather desaturated blue.

While MGK is seemingly distracted by the sudden light, throwing his arm up to shield his eyes, JUPITER is quickly rolled away. His verse starts as a pair of hands wearing blue rubber gloves grab his hand, forcing it back to the table and strapping it down, following suit with his other hand, and his feet, in old-timey brown leather straps, as he tries to look around for JUPITER as his verse starts, and he’s wheeled into the center, into the unflinching light.

Someone grabs his head, holding it in place while they wipe the wine from his face, while someone unties the garment from where it was fixed in place by his shoulder, pulling it from him, leaving what is visible in frame, which his from his navel up, exposed. Various sets of hands, all with blue gloves, pass medical equipment over the top of him, a diagram of a human body on a clipboard, dotted and sectioned like a dissection chart help up by his chest for reference.

Everyone wants to know everything / they wanna know me inside out / but you’re the only one / I’m ever fuckin’ thinkin’ about. / Got me scratched to shit, I’ve been dissected for fun, / motherfuckers who don’t hear me when I'm saying that you might be the one. / Got the exclusive, baby, I’m still dreamin’ ‘bout the way you move your hips, / they can all die jealous since I know the taste of your lips. / Let me let you love you like we’re sacrificial virgins tonight, / like it’s nothing and everything and I think I never want it to stop.

And JUPITER’s wheeled back out beside him for the chorus, their table being pushed beside his so they can share the center. They’re stripped down with only a set of black underwear for modesty, marked like the diagram, black lines as if to say ‘cut here’, but not bound. Neither is looking at the camera for the bridge, now side by side, they’re looking at each other, while faceless doctors untie MGK from the table.

Would I say yes to some peace if it meant I never saw you again? / Giving in to the chaos just to touch you, tryna’ keep myself sane. / Sayin’ yes to the peace, but without you there’s no peace in my brain. / Watch me revel in the chaos if it means you keep on screamin’ my name.

And then, four hands lift the table MGK had been laying on, angling it swiftly so he falls almost onto JUPITER, bracing himself at the last minute with a hand by their head as they’re both shoved into the center along with the table they now shared. We see that he’s wearing black briefs.

The whole scene shifts again, an impressive feat for a shot that still has not been interrupted by any sort of cuts since it started. Curtains drop all around them, and are pulled out of shot, allowing a breeze to faintly ruffle their hair, and flooding them both with the warm, fully saturated golden light of sunset. The flooring is pulled back to reveal lush, green grass, and this new lighting exposes the rough edges of the table they’re on, that they’re on a stone slab, like a sacrificial alter. This time, there’s no-one else around. The sunlight is coming at them from the direction MGK is facing as he sits back and straddle’s JUPITER’s thighs. They both glow golden at every point where the sun touches, arms, chests, faces, while everything behind MGK’s back is cast in shadows.

With his head tipped back to the sky and eyes closed, MGK takes to singing the main lyrics for the chorus, as JUPITER becomes his echo, his response, their fingers appear to be echoing the lines marked on themselves onto his body.

I think your fingers were made to unthread me / (I need to touch you ‘til I can’t feel a thing) / Grinding me down to my base components / (I��ll tear you apart, baby I’ll make you sing) / Don’t be gentle with me, I’ll be rebuilt / (Repaired cracks with gold, fit for a king) / I see the Sword of Damocles hanging above / (I wonder who will snap and sever the string)

I think your fingers were made to unthread me / (I need to touch you ‘til I can’t feel a thing) / Grinding me down to my base components / (I’ll tear you apart, baby I’ll make you sing)

JUPITER reaches up to caress his cheek, and he leans in, leans over them braces himself with one hand by their head, the other on their hip, making sure to lean to the right, to keep from covering JUPITER’s face, his face in profile with their hand on his cheek as JUPITER takes over singing the call, while he goes back to being their response.

I think your fingers were made to unthread me / (I need to touch you ‘til I can’t feel a thing) / Grinding me down to my base components / (I’ll tear you apart, baby I’ll make you sing)

As the song dips into the coda, we see figures begin to surround the pair, and the table, all clad in black robes but with strange, undefinable boxes instead of heads. One from each side holds out an ornate knife, and both reach out in perfect symmetry to taken one. They alternate singing lines here, almost like it’s a conversation, eyes only for each other, both grinning and mischievous even as they harmonize on the final line.

As they sing, MGK brings the knife up to stroke their cheek, dragging it down their throat, and then softly along the lines on their torso, while JUPITER slowly and carefully runs their own knife along his spine.

It’s my one kept promise, baby, I will be the best you’ll ever have. / It’s my worst kept secret, honey, I really love it when you tear me apart. / Is it so bad to wanna hear you to say it out loud? / Don’t want the world to know, I’m far too proud.

Can’t stop them asking questions so I guess it’s for the best; let’s just die young.

The song crashes to a close with the final line and they bring their knives to each other’s throats, and finally the camera begins to move, angling itself down to reveal the heads of each of the robed figures around them is a teleivision, with this exact moment - JUPITER laying on their back, MGK sitting over them, both in their underwear, both grinning from ear to ear and holding a knife to each other’s throats - playing on each and every screen. It’s a perfect sunset, the wind is blowing gently, they’re by a cliff overlook an ocean and we can hear the sound of crashing waves. Every single one of the TV-heads is angled towards the pair on the stone alter, leaning in, like something’s about to happen, while they’re nose to nose in this standoff.

Cut to black.

Since seeing it, I’ve thought about this video clip once per week. Both JUPITER and MGK have gone on to release more music videos, to work on more projects, and in case you hadn’t missed the news, they had also made their relationship public, but something about this video fascinates me.

Twitter user jxpxtr96 summed up my feeling on the situation quite well: I’ve never seen a couple with knives to each other’s necks where they were clearly just going to kill everyone else in the vicinity.

That night’s performance in something special, it’s like everyone was waiting for something to happen, like each song was leading up to something. As The Shot That Killed Achilles is winding down, and JUPITER gestures for the crowd to quiet down, the anticipation pays off.

“Tonight’s a special night, folks, we’re all here in New York, and I ran into a friend who agreed to help me with the last few songs of the show; what do you say? You wanna give him a warm welcome?” The audience are hollering with excitement, and everyone on stage looks pleased by this reaction; with a nod to Olivier and Archer, Anatomic begins it’s first live performance, and the crowd goes from excited to deafening as MGK joins JUPITER on stage.

Together, they close out the show, singing Anatomic, King of the Castle, Our Ancient Sins, and bog mummy, with Red String Song from their first album, and the 2016 single Ghost Stories as encore performances.

As the final song ends, and the crowd shows no signs of quieting down any time soon, MGK wraps JUPITER in a hug and spins them around, setting off another round of cheering from an audience who sees the act as a confirmation of sorts, even as the rest of the band leave their various instruments on stage to congratulate the pair of singers themselves.

TONIGHT, JUPITER will be invited to join EST FEST 2019. Tonight, JUPITER, Cerie, and Penny, will excuse themselves to video call the rest of their family, and I will later be informed that the call with Lola will leave JUPITER in tears, from the pride Lola expressed to them. Tonight is the night that JUPITER pinpoints to me, months later, where they felt the world finally started to see them for the artist they are, rather than simply their parents’ child.

Tonight there is definitely cause for celebration.

(Editor’s note: Since this article has been written, Anatomic has won Best Alternative Video and Best Art Direction at the MTV Video Music Awards, 2019.)

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #motley crue #motley crue imagine #the dirt #the dirt imagine #rtp #the angry lizard writes

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hello!!! i like your writing and i really wanted to read something like this and i know you're arab so this fits and you could write it perfectly 🥺 can you do a hijabi fashion vlogger S/O with Asahi, Bokuto, Kuroo and/or any other characters you want? Like y/n records her videos and they sit and watch her, or she takes them to clothing shops while she vlogs and sometimes they appear on camera? Sorry if this is too long :"

Hiii !!! Thank you for reqesting this💕💕💕 Also I’m really happy you like my work🥺🥺🥺🥺 ngl something happened and I ended having to rewrite everything and I couldn’t find all of my notes so it kinda looks halfassed😭😭😭

Asahi, Bokuto and Kuroo with a hijabi!fashionvlogger!s/o

Asahi:

- you were filming a q&a

- Right when you were gonna answer a question about your relationship

- Asahi walks in asking if you’ve seen his headband

- He didn’t know you were filming cuz it seemed like you were on your phone

- As soon as he noticed the camera he started to apologize cuz he’s babie🥺

- You told him it was the perfect timing seeing as you were abt to answer a question abt your relationship

- You two end up doing the rest of the q&a together

- He doesn’t see your hijab as a hindrance at all. Whether in terms of fashion or daily life

- Probably gets worried about you getting a heat stroke tho

- He’s a fashion design himself so yall would be the most stylish couple on YouTube ngl

- I’m pretty sure he’d try to convince you to model for his website and brand cuz you gorgeous✨✨

- After the q&a he’s always in your vids

- Especially the ones where you try and review new brands/products

Bokuto:

- He thought you were gorgeous the momebt he saw you

- Your relationship probably got revealed through you wearing his jersey at one of his games

- You were stylish as always but your fand were like??? You never said anything abt liking volleyball or msby black jackals before??

- He then posted a pic of you with the caption “my no1💕” or smth😭🥺

- Since then he’s always in your vlogs when he can💕💕

- Definitely brags about your yt channel to the gang

Kuroo:

- He doesn’t care about your looks. He fell in love with your personality

- He’s always in your couple outfits videos

- But your fans just thought he was a friend

- But it was revealed that yall are dating when he was filming with kenma and you appeared in the video and were basically cuddling him and asking if they wanted to eat yet

- Then your fans put two and two together

- Now it’s basically a joint channel

#haikyuu #asahi-is-jesus-periodt #haikyuu fluff #anime #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kenma kozume #art #masterlist #asahi x reader #asahi imagine #haikyuu asahi #asahi azumane #bokuto kotarou #bokuto #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto fluff

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years

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maddi!!! i was really curious abt what kind of career someone like him would choose (other than vb) and now you opened my eyes to lawyer daishou (☆▽☆) PLEASE share more of ur thots abt it when you can!!! i mainly just want to see that expensive looking man wearing a suit tbh 😔

listen daishou in a suit y e s but i want to raise the idea of daishou in a waistcoat. something like this -> but also maybe add a pocket watch??

but that’s not what we’re here to talk about. we’re here to discuss corporate lawyer daishou suguru and how that is the only thing that any of us should care about.

everyone either loved him or they hated him in law school. there really was no in between.

why did they hate him? because he was good and he was still an absolute kiss ass to his professors so he was always the best student and would get tons of praise. his work was always used as the example.

but the people who loved him 👀 daishou knew who liked him and who didn’t, so he has a group chat where they all share test answers.

it’s really one of the main reasons he’s passing tbh

but when he finally gets his degree and becomes ✨attorney daishou✨ he’s so good at his job.

. . . well . . . sometimes.

some days he’s super productive and he’s closed off in his office. if you try to talk to him, he’ll probably put on this really fake smile and get kinda sharp? asking what is so important that you had to disrupt him 🙃 so damn you better have something good to say.

other days, he’s pretty much keeping everyone from doing their job. his poor secretaries and paralegals. how is anyone supposed to get work done when he’s drawing stupid pictures on the white board and cracking jokes, sitting on people’s desks.

they don’t. when suguru doesn’t want to work, no one works.

those days are typically characterized by daishou showing up to work either in his pajamas or in sweatpants, probably with his hair still a fucking mess because i promise he overslept.

BUT OHOHOHO i have to give this a little bit of x reader that’s what i do and i would love to marry ✨corporate lawyer daishou suguru✨

you get hired to his firm and he’s instantly like 👀oh hi👀

there’s a desk right next to his office, and sure it’s occupied by some other paralegal, but he’s showing you around on your first day and he stops at this desk, very obviously occupied because there’s papers everywhere, and he’ll just pat it and say -

“and this is your desk, y/n”

“but sir this is my desk-”

“shut up, brian.”

PLEASE HIS EMPLOYEES HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS MAN SO DRESSED TO THE NINES

AND IT’S LIKE EVERY DAY FOR WEEKS

they’re so used to him showing up in sweatpants that they FORGOT that he owns suits ✋😭

but he always shows up in these really nice suits that are really well tailored with dress shirts that are a little tight on his biceps but that’s all on purpose 🥴

you can never get anything done because he’s always sitting on your desk, asking you questions, telling you about his time as a lawyer. honestly he spends more time at your desk flirting than he does at his own doing his actual job.

like his client will be like “i need this contract drafted by monday” and it’s the friday before, and the fax/email with all the information is still sitting there, unopened. the client is calling him like “hey is it done?” and he’s always just, “oh yeah. i’m sorry about that. our fax machine is broken, so i’m waiting for that to get fixed before i send it over to you.” and you’re literally right there, faxing something over to a different client.

listen he just thinks your cute and that you look really nice in your suits and you have a really pretty smile and you make his heart race a little and he really wants to ask you out to drinks or dinner or both honestly, he has the money. but he’s afraid that you’ll be put off because he’s technically your boss??

little does daishou know that you want to ask him to get coffee sometime because wowowow he looks good in those suits and he’s so charming, so like?? how could you not be interested in him??

i could actually go on for years about this my g o d but i’ll stop now because this post is really long

TL;DR. i really want to put diashou suguru in a waistcoat and have him sit on the edge of my desk, all suave, and flirt with me so i can’t get anything done

#shitty has mail #anon bby #shitty headcannons #also i've super obsessed with the idea of men in corsets??#and i just know that daishou would look really good in a corset #anyway #corporate lawyer daishou #because something tells me that this will become a common talking point #and he deserves his own tag #daishou

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miaxeu · 4 years

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though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, MIA STOEGER is actually a descendent of DIONYSUS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-ONE year old MYTHOLOGICAL STUDIES MAJOR from LOS ANGELES, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite CHARISMATIC & DUPLICITOUS.

( y’all dont deserve this real messy intro but im workin w half a bwain cell at 4am so i beg thee 4 mercy. nywyy im the excited new girl who’s hella pumped to meet all ur charas : katya ! feel free to hop in my ims to plot or drop a like and i’ll hop in urs ! x )

POWERS

natural acting abilities — her ma’s a hollywoo agent so she started actin real early & now shes a big shot actress. there r more deetz on her career below !

chlorokinesis — it wasnt as natural as acting n she only started working on it when she turned 13 n started going to camps. b4 she just noticed shes good w plants but it wasnt super crazy or nything. its p good now tho ! shes prioritizing vine binding and manipulation 4 the self defense bc awards r cool n all but they dont rlly protecc from monsters ykwim

levitation — shes trying her best ur honor

alcokinesis — she cant conjure it or anything, she’s just immune to it ffff

BIO POINTS — cw: drug use ( full biography here )

her mom raised her by herself bc dionysus the party god was out of the picture immediately. she never told mia she’s a demigod & it was always just “ wow ur so talented ” or “ aww u got a green thumb ! ” but when she saw him claim 13 y/o mia by placing a weird hologram over her head while she slept, she knew she had to spill da beanz & tell her kid

ofc mia thought her mom was jus playing sum weird acting exercise w her bc her powers r so lowkey she could highkey just be a Mortal but insert sad whistle, the realizashun & the claiming meant heightened monster threat !! so yea ,,, one ended up chasing her a couple days later rip

aside from the trauma, mia was ok. mostly bc she ended up cryin for dionysus like any child would n lo & behold he came & helped !!! as he should. nywy she made sure to go to summer camps every year after that but mostly just for protection purposes

she lowkey rlly hates this whole god business esp now that shes grown lmfao deadass thinks she got a bad deal bc life threats arent sexy !!! went to eonia eventually bc its Too Much Man. she just wants to go back to work and her life w the mortals w/o worryin for her life. would deadass fade her father if she could. may or may not be majoring in greek mythology to figure out the logistics of it all out of spite, who knows !

PERSONALITY

not ! a Drama Queen — dont get me wrong, shes hella Extra in the way she moves n acts sorta like shes always bein captured on film. is quick-witted & playful & can be a huge tease/flirt if she feels like it, but miss her w Real Feelings ! totally not sentimental. srsly she will try to rationalize away everything and is just,.,., not good w it. so soz folks, we just keepin it breezy here

ugh, she’s an Actress — aka she can act like she cares tho ! shes very much into keeping ppl on her good side. shes friendly n palatable to everyone bc its how shes been trained & while it doesnt seem fake, its def diff when its genuine

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known — lemme circle back to the first one, ok so shes good w emotions but only in theory. does intense character work with her roles so she thinks that counts as her having eq when rlly shes just emotionally stunted, projecting n repressing like an idiot

blonde, skinny, rich, & a lil bit of a Bitch — shes only a bitch inwardly or to ppl she trusts enuff to let in on the gossip. if anyone full on opposes her or becomes real emotional, then this lil diva will rear its superiority complex head n snap a lil. will most probably do it v underhandedly n w a smile but it will be Brutal

girls just wanna have FUN ! — shes the child of da party god, so ofc she a true party girl. officially off the rails when she parties. inhibitions ? we dk her. can be insensitive in that case bc smtms its truly no strings attached, tis all abt the fun. likes company a lot & it doesnt even have 2 be loud or particularly abt her, she just likes having people around n the escapism of it all. will make friends with everyone n make sure they have a jolly fun time guaranteed at dionysus parties

Work Hard, Play Hard — real responsible when it comes to work and commitments and if she trusts/likes u enough, she’ll give it 2 u straight, no bs. def thinks Calling Out is an act of love but maybe does it a lil too harshly smtms. v much into efficiency, sentiments be damned. not the feely words type. will sit next to u or party w u or even pay 4 ur therapist if u need sum1 to talk to. she will Be There while u work thru it, so long as u dont expect her to change n be all emotional n stuff

if she seems a lil contradictory thats bc she kinda is. tis the good ol nurture vs nature. her ma’s a real no nonsense chick n her pops is a frat guy drama geek greek god whos rlly into cottagecore so u get this lil blonde bitch whos sorta teetering on the edges

OTHER INFO — cw: drug use ( full headcanons here )

re her career, she achieved pegot status when she was 18 aka she truly b dat bitch. shes not super mainstream famous tho, more like indie sweetheart, film snobs/critics fave typa gal. if ya want a trajectory she started w baby commercials then a sitcom from 4-10 ( think modern fam’s lily ) then it was off to the big screen & the stage !

mia has a lil bit of a drug habit. its not abusive or dependent, but it is a staple whenever shes parties bc alcohol is useless 2 her. started a lil young too bc hollywoo. primarily uppers/hallucinogens. she smokes weed a lil more liberally but the rest is mostly just an on occasion thing ( which, ngl, is a still a lil problematic when u party a lot rip )

after she got claimed, mia ended up going to demigod camps in a lot of diff places n countries, depending on where production would take her. there was never an established place, more like wherever was nearest when they wrapped up shooting bc monsters afoot n wutnot

she was always homeschooled but she still managed to go to a prom and homecoming bc party is life. that makes eonia uni p much her first chance at having a normal educational environment & experience and even then its anything but. still tho this is her moment !!! im lit rally begging her to get a personality that isnt her internally rolling her eyes going “ its not that deep ”

might put up a bio/stats page if im feelin sxc but i wud jus like the records to show that mia stoeger is a bi sxc babe bc me ? write a het ? no grassy ass.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS — cw: drug use ( full connections here )

omg danny devito i love ur work !

,,, p self explanatory sdkjfs sum1 who loves her work ! it can be lowkey/highkey fangirl to a civil admiration

OR alternatively, y/m can Not Be a fan of her work. they might think the storyline of the projects she takes on r too out of touch n highbrow yada yada yada, but yes, we love to see either of it !

summer camp sweetheart !

someone she met when at camp when they were teens ? doesnt matter in what country/city, but mia was only visiting so it was truly a one summer romance typa thing. bc she was younger, im thinkin 13-17 or w/e she was probably sweeter n a lot more emotional then. was it either’s first puppy love ? first kiss ? first “ relationship ? ” idk, do yk ? truly, so many possibilities. nothin set in stone just hmu bub

summer camp pals !

p much the same as above but make it Platonic

party buddies !

or druggie pals. either way works but she wud luv it if theyre both xoxo

friends w benefits !

most probably ( but not limited to ) sum1 she met at a party skdjhsjk is it exclusive ? is any1 starting to develop feelings ? im down 4 nthing n evrything

alexa play true friend by hannah montana !

give mia her college bestie ! her confidant who knows her feels and can call each other out viciously with no ounce of resentment. we stan the friendships !

omg i love ur skirt !

that is the ugliest effing skirt i've ever seen. lmao basically sum1 mia pretends to like or acts civil w but rlly ,,,, Cannot Stand for w/e rzn

im p much braindead rn but those are just sum ideas !!! ofc the usual staples like the pals, enemies, wutnots are also v welcome we love to see it. if u also have a wc that u think mia would fit in, id luv to know more ! there are also a couple more detailed ones here, but pls feel free to shoot me a msg n we can get 2 plotting x

( * wipes brow * how did i type so much n say so little rip. mia is also a completely new muse so pls b patient n if i fuq up from time to time, pretend u do not see >.< nywy thnx 4 readin, sweets ! feel free to hmu here or at discord if ya wanna <3333 )

FULL INFO || EONIA TASKS

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annafm · 4 years

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(MEDALION RAHIMI, NONBINARY) - Have you seen ANNABEL MAJIDI? ANNA is in HER/THEIR JUNIOR year. The LITERATURE + INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM MAJOR is 22 years old & is a SCORPIO. People say SHE/THEY are DILIGENT, ADROIT, CYNICAL and AUSTERE. Rumors say they’re a member of WINTHROP. I heard from the gossip blog that THEY ARE FAKING BEING A PSYCHIC. (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

hllo this is anna i hvnt .. played her in a while <3 bt thts okay i think she is very fun 2 play bt like in the way tht she is <3 serious n mean a bit ... bt its okay .. LHKDSGFHLKSDHLKG im sorry this is long this is. an old intro i hvnt rly changed much >.>

CAR ACCIDENT, INJURY TW

aesthetic.

falling feathers darkened at the tips, tweed and pinstripes, red trenchcoats and plaid skirts, worn ballet shoes covered in dust, smudged eyeliner and unruly hair, boxing gloves, ornate canes and pain medication, bandaged hands, classical music floating throughout an empty ballroom, worn jackets and awkwardly cut t-shirts, spilled ink and stained hands, glasses skewed, sneers and jabs, constant fighting, smog in a city, spotlights and encores, piles of books and a long line, backless dresses and sitting alone at a bar, wariness.

basic.

full name: annabel odeda majidi

nickname(s): anna, annie (father only), anna-banana (father only)

b.o.d. - october 31st, 1997

label(s): the catalyst, the charlatan, the minefield, etc.

height: 5′6″

hometown: nyc, ny

sexuality: bisexual

stats

favorite song: you’re dead, norma tanega / now, your hope and compassion is gone / you’ve sold out your dream to the world / stay dead, stay dead, stay dead / you’re dead and outta this world

background.

born to two high schoolers who never married, firoj majidi and parvana banai. they were head over heels for each other - when firoj graduated he took up two jobs alongside community college to support their family, until parvana graduated and took on the arts.

growing up was tough - living in the city wasn’t cheap, parvana’s art rarely sold and the two often went without eating in order to provide for annabel. as a child she’d often wear hand-me-downs from extended family.

was taught to be a hard worker and it was reflected in her schoolwork - anna excelled in all her classes but especially english. her love for writing grew at a young age, and as a child she saved up enough money to buy herself proper journals.

the only thing that she grew more passionate towards than writing was ballet - she caught the image of girls flying through the air and landing on their toes in the window of a dance studio on a walk home from school one day and that was it - something clicked inside of her.

that same day she would spend hours prancing about their tiny apartment, trying to mimic what she’d seen. it was easy to spot the passion anna had for the dance - and within a few months they had saved up enough money for a month’s worth of lessons.

anna was ecstatic - her slippers were old and found in the back of a thrift store by an odd miracle, but she put her all into the lessons regardless. she was quick to pick up on each move, and by the end of the month it was clear that anna had a natural talent.

parvana picked up a job in order for them to keep affording the lessons, month after month - they weighed down on their pockets, but it kept anna happy.

flash forward a few years - life was good. money was still a struggle but they were tight knit.

or rather, anna thought they were tight knit.

firoj and parvana split up when anna was twelve - an event that rocked the young girl’s world, something that she couldn’t understand. they had kept up a front of love when anna was home from school or ballet - but behind doors, they had been growing apart.

anna viewed their separation as parvana running off with another man - an art collector who had a fascination with paravana’s paintings. she viewed this as the end of the world. she viewed this as the death of love.

when anna was twelve, she swore she would never fall in love - refused to believe in its existence. she couldn’t wrap her mind around the simple separation.

her father got a third job in order to keep up with payments, and anna pushed herself in both ballet and school - not being able to handle an empty apartment. she decided to get a job - to help ease her father, but was too young.

so anna decided to do what any average 12 year old would do. she started scamming people.

she’d sell store-bought lemonade as if it were homemade, stole ceramics from art class and sold them to neighbors. she found an old girl scouts uniform in the back of a goodwill and for the next month, she sold knock-off girl scout cookies from the dollar store - going door to door.

her personality had changed drastically - anna went from a sweet, optimistic girl with warm brown eyes and an infectious laugh to cold, calculated, and downright cruel. she knew what she wanted and how to get it.

she got an invitation to a prestigious private school, full scholarship, before she hit high school - originally wanted to reject it as the thought of being surrounded by new york’s richest teens was appalling, but their ballet program was a one-way ticket into the american ballet theatre. anna ultimately accepted the scholarship.

high school was immediately hell for her - pretentious rich kids who all shared a collective brain cell and her secondhand uniform being a prime target for them.

ballet got extremely competitive - anna was a threat to every dancer in their program, bullying and sabotage became standard - but anna retaliated when possible.

this all, however, suddenly stopped when anna picked up her latest scam: faking psychic. through a small network of ‘bees’ she’d pay to gather information (gossip, rumors, etc. etc.) she was able to accurately ~see~ into students’ past, present, and potentially future affairs. the money was very worth it.

from that point forward, people were intimidated by her.

when anna was 16 she was handpicked to join the american ballet theatre’s studio company, alongside 11 other lucky individuals. her dream from that point forward was to become the youngest principal ballerina for abt - and she was going to start by winning over the role of clara in their production of the nutcracker.

she was 17 when she was chosen, much to the dismay of the other girls. she had momentarily quit her ‘psychic’ business in order to dedicate the entirety of her time towards rehearsals & practice.

the final week before her first performance as clara, anna got into a car accident heading home after another tiresome rehearsal. knocked unconscious, anna woke up three days later with no recollection of the accident - and her leg freshly operated on.

it was a devastating event that should had killed her - maybe she would had been better off if it had - but instead, it had effectively destroyed any chances of her dancing professionally.

it took two months of extensive physical therapy for anna to walk again - now relying heavily on a cane.

with ptsd and depression weighing heavily on her shoulders, anna turned back to writing - mostly as a coping mechanism, but it soon became the fierce passion it once was when she was younger.

for the remainder of her high school life, anna dedicated the majority of her time towards recovery, her writing, and directing her school’s theatre productions. oh - and claiming that almost dying had given her the gift of mediumship. it wasn’t too far off from her psychic claims - her peers believed it well enough to either stay away, or pay her for a small amount of comfort.

decided to attend yates for their reputation despite her hatred for pretentious schools (very ironic because she herself is pretentious) & also. she had a scholarship <3 so.

in the midst of writing her first book that’s based heavily on her experiences as a low income student at a private school but like. she’s side-eying all these societies and seeing a Big Money Grab if she were to. write abt them instead

still can’t dance any longer, but she works as a ballet assistant for one of the dance instructors & still tends to barge her way into theatre rehearsals to <3 give her unwarranted opinion

personality & facts.

she’s not the friendliest person. knows what she wants and how to get it, and will not hesitate to use people or push them out of her way in order to achieve her goals.

her cutthroat nature was the reason for her success in academics and dance - tends to intimidate the students in the ballet classes she helps out in.

horribly stubborn - if she’s got an idea of you already in her mind, then it’s hard to convince her otherwise.

still uses a cane - in fact, she can’t really walk without it - unless she wants to be in pain.

it’s sturdy, ornate, and pretty fucking solid. doubles as a weapon if need be - has definitely … hit people with it before, though she’s calmed down now that she’s a little older.

used to be very angry, very defensive as a teenager - is still the same, just … less intense. will not hesitate to speak her mind and let her opinions known - especially in the face of injustice.

doesn’t really have the best … relationship with authority, mainly because of where she was raised and her con-artist businesses. tends to be snarky and sarcastic to anybody in charge - or really, anybody in general.

pretty distrusting, pretty emotionless on the outside, doesn’t like to be seen as weak or somebody to be pitied. keeps herself closely guarded and doesn’t really let others ‘inside’ due to her own comfort levels.

she’ll sleep around but dating is out of the question, for the most part - she’s been on a few blind dates, a few casual get-togethers - but she’s always the one to break things off. is more of a careful hook-up kind of gal.

still does her psychic medium business !! sometimes she wonders if she’s a bad person because of it - but ultimately, it’s on her customers for believing in all that nonsense anyway. anna herself is a skeptic - doesn’t believe in anything unless she can see it and feel it.

is actually … a pretty sentimental person, doesn’t take anything she’s got for granted, and is hugely appreciative of her father. sends him money when she can. hasn’t spoken to her mother in years - pretty sure she’s got a step / half-sibling or two but she’s never met them.

a lone wolf and likes it that way, but she isn’t super opposed to friendship - even if she won’t necessarily call anybody a friend. appreciates others who are similar to her - got their head on right, and knows what they want in life.

has a pretty bad fear of driving - will uber if she needs to go anywhere - even then, being in cars makes her pretty anxious. still has ptsd-induced panic attacks, though she’s managed them pretty well.

doesn’t really do drugs! will smoke weed to ease the ache and her nerves, but otherwise she only takes what is prescribed for her. doesn’t drink anything hard, either. big fan of beer and wine. probably gets wine drunk home alone late at night … like … two times a week.

goes between being high strung and uncaring - she’s not especially moody ( rather, is just consistently angry for whatever reasons ) but she definitely tries to bottle everything up.

probably keeps pepper spray on her at all times, even though she’s got her cane. has cat ear brass knuckles on her keychain - took advantage of the archery club at her private school. she’s not paranoid, she just likes being prepared.

has a soft spot for children, animals, and soft women. kind of person who will put herself in the line of danger in order to protect others - even if she doesn’t necessarily know them too well.

also the kind of person who’ll set something on fire - or do something because you’ve told her not to. incredibly spiteful when wronged. will raise hell if need be.

morally ambiguous tbh.

wanted connections.

who do u think i am ;; either uh. people who have seen her around campus being a bit of a freak like <3 kick someone’s tire in a small fit of rage <3 or spend 20 minutes trying to coax a cat near her so she could pet it <3 or having a that’s so raven moment <3 or someone who tried to help her out with something and she was like. excuse me. what the fuck. get away from me freak loser. maybe threatened them.

slowburn but make it evil ;; uh. when i played her as older she hd a plot where she <3 ws engaged n then broke it off bcos her fiance cheated <3 so i wld like another. plot where she actually <3 tries to enjoy someone else’s company and presence and it just ends up hurting her n reaffirming her idea tht love is? fake n dumb n stupid. thank u.

ykno ... a little dash of spice ... ;; uh. yknow just hookups. hateships <3 or they never talk abt what happened <3 or an awkward drunk one night stand <3 maybe a pregnancy scare and shes like Ah. motherhood Scares me. because she <3 hates her own mother <3 LDSLKFHLGSHLK. it leaves their relationship rly weird the whole ordeal ... maybe even just a blind date <3 or someone she ghosted

read my future ;; customers very classic uh. just people who come to her for her psychic readings <3 and her uh. talking to the dead <3 but also alternately. skeptics ?? people suspicious of her ?? very epic.

like actually Die? ;; enemies. she hates them so bad. maybe its one-sided. maybe theyre an annoyance. maybe she annoys them? very bad not very good.

and we dance dance dance, dance dance dance <3 ;; this is just. fr ballet students. or, hold up, consider this: someone who recognizes her frm this. very tragic event where she cld no longer b a ballerina bc i think it ws. like not the Biggest deal bt if ur muse ran in private school circles ykno ??

pet the feral cat ;; these r the soft <3 normal connections <3 someone she’s soft for / protective of. friends that she doesn’t completely hate.

i Do Not Know ;; i will. take anything. please. weed dealers, people she’s totally sus about for no reason. she steals and reads their mail. they have been rivals for years. they hv a special bond. they r strangers but they get stuck in an elevator. she’s tutoring them bt she wont let them take a break n she keeps making them recite fucking. shakespeare. anything is sexy and fun n cool

#yatesintro #car accident tw #injury tw #ptsd tw

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