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spittyfishy · 2 months
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Red Crackle Week day 6: Villains
Despite being super excited for this prompt I completely blanked on any ideas at all lol, so hopefully this still looks okay!
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redcrackle-week · 3 months
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Red Crackle Week 2024! Prompts and Rules!
The day you’ve all awaited for has arrived. Just in time for Valentine’s Day, we have arranged the dates and themes for Red Crackle Week 2024!
Red Crackle Week 2024 will last from the 11th of February to the 17th + a bonus day in honor of the wonderful RC creator. asphaltis! So be sure to have all your pens, papers, and keyboard ready for the prompts!
Day One: Fantasy
A fantasy alternate-universe featuring this crackin’ pair! Let’s see how wild your imaginations can run!
Day Two: Holiday
Let’s see our favorite couple enjoying some holiday fun with your favorite Holiday of the year!
Day Three: Tragedy
There’s not enough tragic RC out there. We must create more!
Day Four: Valentine
Though there is a holiday prompt, we have to have some more, considering this day will be Valentine’s Day.
Day 5: Domestic
These two have been through a lot! They deserve a Tuesday that doesn’t feature anymore VILE problems. (Do you get me joke 😛)
Day 6: Villains
Now we all saw how gorgeous Carmen was as a villain. 👀 Why don’t we take a look into those 6 months working for VILE
Day Seven: Ending
What do you think happened once the last episode’s credits rolled? Anything is possible…
BONUS DAY EIGHT: In Honor of Asphaltis
In honor of asphaltis’s memory, we’d like to take a day to remember her and her work for the Carmen Sandiego and Red Crackle community.
And now for the rules!
The rules of this year have not changed, and failure to comply with said rules means we aren’t gonna reblog any of your work.
No NSFW. This event is strictly SFW. Slightly suggestive works are allowed but please do not go any further.
No Inappropriate Ships. When partaking in Day Six, please try not to use Black Sheep x Graham, as well as for all other days.
No Hate. Please do not hate on all other artist, writer’s, and editors works. This event is for fun!
No Copycats. Refrain from copying other people’s works. This is just basic decency.
Give Credits Where Needed. This rule is more intended towards editors, but please give credits to any artists that may be a part of said edits.
No Homophobia. Once again, quite a complicated reason, but please refrain from any homophobia during this event and for its works.
And that’s all! We hope you all have a wonderful time and enjoy these prompts! If you have any questions about the event feel free to message @lightythelighthouse @bisexually-finger-guns @yuraimi-lee-bunny
AND DO MORE FORGET to use the hashtag #red crackle week 2024 so that we can find and reblog all your works! We can’t wait to see what everyone cooks up, and we hope you have fun! Live Laugh Red Crackle!
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iambellarose1816 · 2 months
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Mama Bear And Papa Bear 🥰
Day 5: Domestic
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She had just arrived home from work a few hours ago and now she brushes her daughter's hair with small strokes and hums a small tune as she completes the task at hand.
"Mommy, can daddy put me to bed?" Her daughter asks sweetly. Carmen smiles and kisses her daughter on the head. "Sure, my baby."
Their 4 year old daughter, Camilla giggles and runs off to find her father.
Camilla hears shouting coming from her father's at home office and takes a peek inside only to find him talking to someone on the phone.
"Daddy?" She calls. Graham turns to his little girl's voice and smiles when he sees her. "I'm sorry, Shadowsan, but I have to go." With that he cuts the call and takes his little girl into his arms.
"My little fighter, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in bed?" He asks as he runs his one hand through her light brown locks.
Camilla giggles and hugs her father tightly. "She wants you to put her to bed." He looks at the entrance of his office door to see his beautiful wife in a red silk nightgown.
His heart skips a beat just staring at her. "Did she now?" Carmen nods and smiles at her husband and daughter.
"Daddy, can I sleep by you and mommy?" Graham looks at Carmen and she nods slowly. "I guess you can, little fighter." Camilla cheers and Graham walks them to their bedroom.
Carmen goes and sits in bed and takes her little girl into her arms. "I'll be back, let me change first." Graham says and kisses his girls on the head.
Carmen places Camilla in the middle and covers her with the comforter. Graham returns and slips into bed and smiles at his daughter.
"How was work? I am sorry I couldn't come see you when you came home." Graham says as he taps his daughter lightly.
Carmen shakes her head and smiles at him. "I can completely understand that the projects you are working on take time, and to answer your question, work was boring as usual. I hate signing papers all day."
Graham chuckles. "That's my Carm." Carmen blushes and looks at Camilla who is already fast asleep. "I know we haven't had much family time lately due to both of us being really busy with work, but I really want to start."
Graham nods in agreement. "Yeah, I think we should take a few weeks off to spend with Camilla."
Graham kisses his girls once more and sighs. "I love you." He mutters to Carmen. Carmen smiles and puts her hand on top of his that rests on their daughter and squeezes it.
"I love you too, Gray."
They both have busy lives, not having much time to spend with their baby girl, but they decided to give themselves time to be with her, to love her and cherish her.
Work isn't important to them, their daughter is. Everyday when they come from work there was always a routine they followed, but now they decided to change that for the better.
They decided to change it for their daughter and to have family time again.
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I think their daughter's name would be Camilla, it just fits 🤭 also when I thought of Domestic I thought of them with their kid, something fluffy 🥺
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grahamcarmen · 2 months
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red crackle week 2024: FEB13/DAY 3: Tragedy
May you never steal, lie, or cheat
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lara635kookie · 2 months
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Red Crackle Week Day 5: Domestic Life (Headcanons)
• They do travel a lot
• But I imagine they would live in San Diego
• In a cozy apartment
• Gray cooks
• No questions asked
• Usually just dinner
• Because the other meals they don't normally are on their home
• Carmen can do the basics
• But she might cause a disaster on the kitchen
• So Gray handles it
• Just like he is the one that usually drives the car
• And Carmen drives the motorcycle
• In comparison, Carmen likes her things organized
• And Gray, he is a little more chaotic
• So they divide according to their strengths
• Sometimes they help the other
• But the only chore they actively do together is grocery shopping
• Which might take a while
• Because they can't exactly draw too much attention
• And maybe some little discussions here and there about what they really need to buy or not
• They order things on weekends, tho
• Gray would try to impress Carmen with his mexican and argentinean food
• Some recipes were more successful than others
• So always that it is a latam food
• They cook it together
• Doing latino food together is like their little tradition
• To just have a good quality time with each other
• So even though they can't do it as frequently as they would like
• They still enjoy it
• Usually on fridays, end of the month
• Idk why tbh, but Gray just passes me some huge dog person vibes
• Like, he doesn't hate cats
• But in comparison, I just feel he would like dogs more (maybe because he is a golden retrivier lmao)
• So they would have a little small/medium sized dog
• According to the rules of the building
• Who is probably full of middle-aged people that they barely interact with
• And they are good neighbors
• And their dog is a good pet
• It would probably be a very loving and loyal, trained male dog
• That they disagreed a lot on what to name it
• But to be cute, I think they would settle for "Wolf", or something similar
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lyn-druid · 2 months
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Red Crackle Week
Day 3: Tragedy
When reading the word "tragedy" the scene from the KDrama "The Glory" came to mind (I highly recommend it. It's VERY GOOD!) So I decided to recreate that scene but with Red Crackle and the following bonus:
"Two years later. They cross paths again. Again by protecting each other out of unconditional love. They are safe in recovery. She achieved her caper, thanks to him taking the role of decoy, accepting the consequences of being labeled as "traitor". However, everything is fine, for now. Or maybe forever, since this time they will never lose each other again."
Yep, again, it's a sketch. I don't know if it's better to leave it like this, or at least give it some small details. I liked the result without having so much color and shadow.
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yuraimi-lee-bunny · 3 months
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Red Crackle Week 2024
Day 2: Holiday
Dia de Muertos was the first holiday that crossed my mind and I accepted it. I couldn't have a clear idea of the composition of how to draw it, so I don't have any sketch to show (I will most likely have such an illustration ready until November 1st), despite this, I wanted to make headcanons of how Gray and Carmen celebrated their first Día de Muertos together. So here we go!
After Carmen's first time she made a small offering for her father, she wanted to know more about the tradition to also be closer to her Mexican roots.
With the information that he learned and the experiences that his mother told him, he liked this tradition more.
Once she reconnected with Gray, eventually starting a relationship, Carmen tells him about the Día de Muertos. Gray had some doubts about celebrating it since he doesn't have or know a deceased relative to make an offering to. Despite this, Carmen encouraged him to help him with the offering to her father.
Gray became so nervous about what to do and even what to cook to properly honor Carmen's father. She couldn't help but laugh, and later talk to him, reminding him that it's about spending time and talking with the deceased in peace. He can even not say anything, with his presence, respect for his and what he offers his is enough.
Carmen explained to Gray what each element of the offering symbolizes: The cempasúchil (Marigold), the candles, the Pan de Muerto, the papel picado, among other elements.
Gray loved the Pan de Muerto, neither too sweet nor too incipient. He asked Carmen if they could make their own Pan de Muerto.
Carmen accepted, regretting a little in the process because of how complicated it was being to prepare. In the end, it turned out well. Making 5 more pieces.
Gray also liked the custom of wearing skull makeup. So Carmen painted Gray as herself with designs she created herself.
The Day arrived, November 1: at night, both of them stayed for a while in front of the altar, each one talking to Dexter.
Carmen told her father how much she would like to have met him, meanwhile, she also told him to trust Gray. That she even sometimes thought about how Gray reminded her a little of him.
Gray greeted him, promised to take care of his daughter, assuring him that he loves her.
Gray isn't usually superstitious. However, for this occasion, he asked Dexter if he could give him his blessing to be with Carmen. That he would give him some kind of sign.
The next day, Gray and Carmen found cempasúchil petals surrounding a photo of the two of them together. Carmen was surprised, not understanding what it meant, on the other hand, Gray was moved and grateful for the answer.
Eventually, it became a custom among them to celebrate each Day of the Dead among friends and family. The altar was filled with more photos, and not just of Dexter.
And that's all! I hope you liked it!
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Just To Say
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Marc Spector x GN!Reader • Rating: T•Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •
Summary: Your notes to each other are a little unconventional.
🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜
A/N: Gestures vaguely.
Warnings: fluff, reader has a job where they have a desk and aren't at home, please let me know if I've missed a warning!
Word Count: 451
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You open your lunchbox. The snap of the plastic lid crackling around the room. 
You shouldn’t really be eating at your desk, you should be taking a proper break, a rest from the work piled in front of you. But this week was just too hectic. There was too much work, and you just didn’t want to sacrifice the tiny sliver of breathing room you had managed to wrangle - that space that put you just a nose ahead of the deadlines. 
You chew on your thumbnail, fishing around to grab your food while still staring at the work in front of you.
Your hand finds a scrap of paper instead of your prepacked lunch and you grin, already knowing what it is before you even have to look. 
This is worth a little pause.
You pull the neatly folded piece of paper out so you can admire it fully. 
Despite its razor sharp neat edge, the actual paper is a roughly ripped piece of newspaper, every side having been torn messily. Newspaper. Your grin widens. That was new. 
Inside are block letters written in black felt tip pen. The lines have been drawn over many times, tracing the words so that they stand out harshly against the block printed text. 
The note reads: “I HOPE YOU HAVE A HORRIBLE DAY!” followed by three hearts. 
You chuckle to yourself and refold the note before placing it, very carefully, in your bag for safekeeping. You would add it to your collection when you got home. 
Marc wakes up groggily. Both Steven and Jake still fast asleep in the headspace. 
He screws his face up as he pats the space beside him in bed, eyes still closed, and grumbles when he finds it cold and empty. 
You must have thought he needed the rest and either woken up before your alarm, or, most likely, he had slept through it. 
He couldn’t remember a time when he had slept so soundly before he had shared a bed with you. 
Marc swears lightly when he looks at the time and, a little begrudgingly, gets up. He shuffles to the bathroom, still wiping sleep from his eyes and then laughs loudly when he catches sight of the mirrored cupboard on the wall. 
Bluetacked to the left side is a note written on an old receipt. A receipt. His smile widens. That was different. 
In block red capitals written messily with a ballpoint pen reads: “YOU SUCK!” followed by three Xs. 
He carefully takes the note off the mirror and touches the letters lightly as he beams at it. He’d have to show Jake and Steven when they were up before he put it in his safe place. 
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edupunkn00b · 6 days
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Progression, Chapter 8: You've Created a Monster
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Prev - You've Created a Monster - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]
Last night's incident at the bar had consequences that no-one could escape. Written for @imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper's @dukeceit-week-2024, final day: Free Day. "Free" day. WC: 1190
Wet and heavy, the air outside the bar stank of rotting vegetables and piss, old paint and sweat. Fear. He shivered, sweat cooling his skin too, too quickly, even in the stuffy, muggy night. 
He almost asked to go back inside, to return to the soft lights and the loud music. To return to Jannie and Lucas’ watchful gazes. Did they see him leave? Would they be worried? 
He almost asked to go back inside, but before he could even surface the thought, Bryan urged him around the corner and into the alley, voice sweet and brushed with just a hint of heat. His lips were soft and the hand on the small of his back was warm and gentle.
Until it wasn’t.
The Muse cracked open his eyes, squinting against the cold glare of his buzzy overhead light. It hummed and crackled, some ancient thing that didn’t fritz right out under the strangling weight of his room's new shield.
Sighing, he rubbed his cheek against the carpet. It was now stiff, without the same drag and bounce it had had before Papa Bear and Virge renovated. The fresh glue stank, burning his nose and his throat.
Maybe that’s what he’d smelled. Not last night’s bar. Not last night’s—
The floor jolted beneath him, the little thud that meant the elevator had stopped on his floor. The Muse grinned. Someone was coming!
“Jannie!” The Muse cheered, racing to the door as it began to open. “Jannie, Jannie, Jannie, Jannie, Jannie, Jan—”
Papa Bear’s head stuck through and he frowned. “Sorry, Kiddo.” The cheer in his voice was thin and brittle, too high and too chilly to be real. If The Muse pushed at it, it would shatter under his hands like the old plastic cabinets had. Papa Bear raised the tray he carried and curled up his lips into something like a smile. “Just me and some dinner for you while Virge converts your stove to work in the EMF.”
His voice was rough, like he’d been shouting. Or crying. The Muse flipped backwards on a nearby chair and hung his head over the seat, watching him as he walked on the ceiling. He’d never been able to easily read Papa Bear. Not without touching him, at least, and today—tonight?—Papa Bear wore a long-sleeved hoodie, all drawn up and covered like he was cold.
A bead of sweat trailed down his temple.
He couldn’t easily read him—not without pushing, not without being noticed, and he was trying so hard to never do that, no matter how much he needed it sometimes. But he could usually make Papa Bear laugh. When he wasn’t scaring him or grossing him out, anyway. 
“Guess Jannie’s too busy bom-chicka-waow-waow , with the hubby, huh?” He grinned, waiting for a laugh or a grimace. Usually his innuendos about Papa Bear’s little brother got a bit of both.
Not today, though. “Something like that.” Papa Bear’s mouth trembled and he turned to set down the tray, a wave of grief and loss knocking Remus to the floor.
“Oh, fuck, Papa Bear…” He scrambled to his feet and moved close. “Lucas isn’t… hurt, is he?”
“No, um… Lucas is fine, Kiddo. Everything’s okay.” Papa Bear smiled through his lie. “I… I should go… I left Virge without another set of hands in the lab, um… Eat up, Re. You’re getting too skinny.” He smiled again, lips curled up softly, but cheeks pale and eyes red-rimmed. “I’ll make you anything you want, I promise.”
He squeezed his shoulder, grip firm but not very steady. It was only then that The Muse noticed his gloves. “Yeah—yeah, Papa Bear. I’ll eat this time. I…” Another wave of sadness oozed off of him, cold and sticky. Syrup left to dry or those cold compresses he’d stick on his bruises when the ice burned.
The Muse poked at the edges of Papa Bear’s hurt, feeling for the source of the thudding, throbbing ache around them. Papa Bear shrank back and shook his head, wincing, so he stopped. Tried to, at least.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“It’s okay, Re,” he murmured, but didn’t move closer. “I know it’s not your fault.” His arms twitched, almost like wanted to hug him. The Muse stepped closer, unable to hold back the itchy little whine at the back of his throat. A big Papa Bear hug would feel so fucking good right now. 
But instead of moving toward him, arms open, Papa Bear shuffled backwards and palmed open the door with the new controls. “I—I—I gotta go, Kiddo,” he said, not meeting his eyes. He slipped through the door, pulling it closed behind him. “I’m sorry,” he mouthed from the other side of the door. 
“Papa Bear, wait, what hap—” The Muse rushed to the door and slammed his hand on the controls. It wouldn’t respond. He tried again, slower this time, fingers carefully spread over the surface. Nothing. 
“I’m sorry, Kiddo.” Papa Bear’s voice spilled from a little vent next to the door. “That won’t work anymore. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
He pressed to the window. “Papa Bear? I—I’m sorry! Please come back! Papa Bear?”
Papa Bear’s shoulders shook as he rushed toward the elevator and disappeared. “Papa Bear?” he cried one more time, banging on the door. The elevator doors swished shut and the hallway was again bathed in darkness.
Braced against the door, one hand stretched and hopelessly tapping the door controls, he watched the hallway shadows a long, long time. The lights above the elevator dimmed and brightened almost imperceptibly, silently and dutifully marking each floor change as the elevator moved in its shaft. The lights never heralded Papa Bear’s return.
Or anyone's.
By now they would’ve told Ro what happened at the bar. But maybe… maybe Ro would still visit? Not come inside, that was too, well, it wasn’t safe not alone. they both knew that. But Ro still might come and sit outside the door like he used to, close enough to see him through the window. Close enough to imagine they still breathed the same air. Close enough for Ro to show off a new flower or dazzling lights.
He’d bragged he could make fireworks the last time they’d talked. The Muse laughed. Maybe he could show off what he could do, too.
The Muse closed his eyes and straightened, hands outstretched in front of him.
Scarred and shaking, he saw nothing but empty hands and his empty room.
He tried again, picturing the sparks of heat and light, the singe as the fireworks spread and scattered over his hands. But no matter how clear the picture was in his mind, the static pushed back against it, forcing it all back into his head. He tried again. And again. Fireworks, flowers, a fucking rock.  
Nothing worked.
He shook his head, pounding behind his eyes as his Illusions stuttered against his skull, echoing back to him instead of pouring out into the world, into his palms, alive and real. His room wasn’t supposed to do that. He had to tell Jannie.
The Muse pushed at the static surrounding his room, the new, ever-present buzz of the shield pressing against him like a soap bubble. Was it louder now? He slammed his fists against it, scratching, clawing, poking against the deafening darkness. -”Jannie?-“ he screamed against the bubble. -“Jannie, can you hear me? Jannie? Jannie?! JANNIE!!”-
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2dents · 3 months
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Nark Week 2024: Corruption / Captivation
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Rating: Teen
Relationship: Nick Close | Nicholas Foster/Lark Oak
Additional Tags: Acolyte Nick, Drabble
Summary: Nick is compromised.
Drabble! Also looks cooler on Ao3:
Lark's chest heaved, straining against his Kevlar vest. The gun did not shake in his hands. His finger was steady on the trigger. He stared down the barrel into Nick's eyes.
He’d found them beautiful once, like the burning blaze of a collapsing sun. Now they were filled with a static flicker as a splattering of red, blue, and green glitched through hazy pixels like two small, busted analog television screens.
“Laaaarrrrrk.” Nick's voice crackled, but not with the infernal tongue he'd sometimes slip in, no with a distorted edge like a submerged speaker.
His eyes narrowed. “Foster.”
“Noooottt quuuuuittttttte.”
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thelensofyashunews · 11 days
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Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-iIt Recruit Sexyy Red for New 'Dirty Nachos' Video
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Chief Keef and Mike WiLL Made-It's recent mixtape DIRTY NACHOS is a nostalgia trip in the best way, harkening back to the raw sound and thrilling unpredictability of the DatPiff era. Today, the two trap titans recruit Sexyy Red for the video for "DAMN SHORTY," a brassy and hard-hitting highlight from the tape. Propelled by Mike WiLL's monster movie horns and crisp percussion and drops from the Trap-A-Holics themselves, "DAMN SHORTY" showcases the crackling chemistry between Sosa and Sexyy, who apply their signature styles to the swelling trap symphony. In the video, directed by NSTY, Sosa, Sexyy, and Mike WiLL sit down for a formal dinner, before they head to the gas station to do what they do best: get turnt. 
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The first collaborative mixtape between Chief Keef and Mike WiLL Made-It, DIRTY NACHOS is a diverse platter of hard-hitting street slappers, with each distinct element enhancing the other like jalapeños, chili, and cheese on a dish of fully-loaded nachos. The two legends make a perfect pair, the rapper switching up his flows to seamlessly fit the producer's symphonic soundscapes. The scraping pizzicato strings of "RIDICULOUSNESS" inspire Sosa to sink his teeth into the instrumental and not let go, whipping quick cadences between the booming 808s. The album is home to acclaimed single "DIRTY NACHOS," plus previously-released fan favorites “LOVE DON’T LIVE HERE,”  "HARLEY QUINN," "STATUS," and "BANG BANG." Featuring an additional appearance from 2 Chainz on "PULL UP GHOST CLAN," DIRTY NACHOS is available everywhere via 43B / Ear Drummer Records / RBC Records. 
Dirty Nachos is the opening salvo in what is shaping up to be a busy year for Chief Keef. The 28-year-old rapper is currently hard at work putting the finishing touches on Almighty So 2. The sequel to one of Sosa's most mind-bending projects (2013's Almighty So, home to hits like "Blew My High"), Almighty So 2 follows in the wake of 2022 singles like "Racks Stuffed Inna Couch," "Chief So," and "Tony Montana Flow." The hotly-anticipated Almighty So 2 drops later this year via 43B, Chief Keef's record label, formed in a joint venture with BMG. Recently, Sosa collaborated with Sexyy Red on two singles from her Hood Hottest Princess (Deluxe)–"Ghetto Princess," and "Bow Bow Bow (F My Baby Mama)," and teamed up with Lil Yachty for "Say Ya Grace," a highlight from All Is Yellow, the first album by Lyrical Lemonade. The song's Cole Bennett-directed video reached the top 5 of YouTube's Trending chart, and racked up over 3 million views in its first week of release (8.2 million total).
Mike WiLL Made-It has been on a momentous streak with recent successes, including notable releases such as  "Wanna Come Thru" ft. Coi Leray, the remix of U2’s “Atomic City”, Gucci Mane's single, “Cold,” featuring B.G., and collaborations like “Blood Moon” with Lil Uzi Vert and “There I Go” with J. Cole and Gucci Mane. In a pioneering move, Mike WiLL Made-It was announced as the first-ever lead producer for the 2023-2024 NBA season on ESPN, with his track  “Now or Neva” featuring MoneyBagg Yo, showcased in ESPN’s NBA In-Season Tournament official commercial. This came as a follow up to the initial single, "Different Breed," featuring the incomparable Swae Lee and Latto. At this year’s Grammy Awards Mike WiLL received an Album of The Year nomination for his work on Endless Summer Vacation, alongside longtime collaborator Miley Cyrus, holding a producer credit on “Thousand Miles” (Ft. Brandi Carlile), “Violet Chemistry,” and “Muddy Feet” (Ft. Sia)”. Showing no signs of slowing down, 2024 promises to be an impactful and buzzy year for Mike WiLL with more new music on the horizon.
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spittyfishy · 2 months
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Red Crackle Week day 3: Tragedy
For this one I just did a screen shot redraw, because A they’re super fun to do and B I thought the bit where Carmen thinks she’s killed Grey would fit the theme lol
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redcrackle-week · 3 months
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Due to popular demand, and the need to see our favorite characters back together again, @lightythelighthouse and @bisexually-finger-guns would like to announce the return of Red Crackle Week!
But before we get into the details, we have an important announcement.
In honor of the wonderful asphaltis, this year’s Red Crackle Week will be dedicated to her in honor of her work for this community. ❤️
The dates, and themes for Red Crackle Week 2024 shall be revealed within a fortnight. Stay tuned! 😉
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iambellarose1816 · 2 months
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Together Forever
Day 7: Ending
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She needs him. She wants him. She looked everywhere for him after she won. After she saved the world, but nothing.
She walked to the harbour in Australia, the last place to look and to her surprise she found him there.
"Gray?!" He turned around and smirked at her. "Congrats on beating V.I.L.E." He says proudly. Carmen wipes away some of her tears.
"Thank you." He furrows his eyebrows and walks towards her.
"Why are crying? You don't ever cry." He mutters as he wipes her tears away. She takes his hands in hers and sighs.
"I need you." She says, painfully. Graham looks at her intently.
"What do you mean by that?" He asks. "I want to be with you." Graham smiles gently. "I want to be with you too, black sheep." She hadn't heard that name in a while.
"Cocky already, aren't you?" She teases. Graham laughs and nods. "For you, yeah." She stops and stares at him.
He groans and smashes his lips onto hers, making her yelp in surprise.
The kiss was slow and sensual. He puts all his promises and love into the kiss before pulling away from her.
"I've always wanted to know what your lips would taste like." He mutters against her lips.
Carmen giggles and pushes him away. "Will you be with me?" She asks as she places her hand out for him to take. "I'll always follow you, Carm."
He slips his hand into hers and they walk back towards the city. "Come on, you need to show me around." She says happily. Graham laughs and follows her around.
Taking her to restaurants and then arcades, it was the best for her. To spend her time with the man she always loved, the one she was always destined to be with.
From friends, to enemies, to friends again and then lovers. That's their story. Their love story. In this life they were finally together forever.
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redcrackleweek2024: FEB 17/Day 7: Endings
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Red Crackle Week Day 1: Fantasy AU (One Shot)
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It's a tale as old as time.
Vampires and werewolves hate each other. At least that's how It's supposed to be.
There was a very old, almost forgotten prophecy that stated that one day, a vampire and a werewolf would fall in love and have a hybrid child, uniting both worlds.
Neither people believed the prophecy. Although they were in a truce, the war had never ended for the dominance of a strategic part of the forest. So, how could such a couple rise with the animosity between two people who were at war for millennia?
It not only did, but it did with two people in positions of power in their respective groups.
Carmin Sangriall, most known as her modern day name Carmen Sandiego, is the only child of Carlotta and Dexter Sangriall, heir of the Sangriall House, the most ancient house of vampires and the actual leaders of the vampire people today, active since the 17th century.
Graham Clawsharpe, also known as Graham Calloway, his disguise name, is the next alpha of his wolf pack. He was found as a baby, abandoned in the forest, hurt by vampires. The Clawsharpe Clan, one of the most respected and influential group of werewolves, saved him and raised him like one of their own. He rose through the ranks, and when the time came, he accepted his fate as the future alpha, proving himself worthy and suitable for the job. He is set to assume the day the current alpha dies.
And that day is today.
Graham was in his room, getting ready for his destiny.
He looked at his reflection on the mirror. The most important day of his life had come...And the love of his life couldn't be there to watch him.
He sighed. It was time.
He was about to leave, when a bat flew in through the window. But not just any bat.
Her.
Carmen changes into her human form and smirks.
-Wow Gray, aren't you a handsome little wolfie?-Carmen teases him.
-Carm, you know you shouldn't be here.-Graham says, with a serious tone.
-Aren't you happy for seeing me?
-Of course I am. But if someone notices you here...
-I know, I know...I'm sorry. But can you blame for wanting to see my boyfriend become the leader of his pack? That's a big deal for you! I couldn't miss it!
-Thanks. That means a lot to me. Just be careful, okay? Security was doubled tonight.
-So? I know the risks, but if that's what I have to do to be with you, then I'm game. Let it be. I'm down for everything as long as you're by my side.
Gray smiles. Looking into Carmen's eyes, he remembered everything they went through.
They met in a emergency meeting with the two people on Carmen's family castle. Since then, they became friends. They started to spend a lot of time together on the most isolated and unknown places of the vast forest, sometimes even going to parts of the forest that belonged to other magical creatures like fairies, witches and wizards, etc.
With time, their feelings for each other changed. They still cared about each other but there was something else there.
Love.
A burning attraction and romantic connection that neither of them could ignore.
One night, after a picnic date, Carmen took Gray to the clouds. He had never been so close to the moon before. They shared their first kiss in the sky and decided to start dating.
Ever since, Carmen and Gray were living in a secret relationship, hiding in the shadows. What they were doing was not just against the rules. It was forbidden by law and had unthinkable consequences.
Gray should hate all the vampires. He almost died as a baby because of them. But there was just something so magnetic about Carmen that kept pulling him back for more. He wasn't able to stay far away from her for long. Carmen knew that feeling because she felt the exact same way about Gray. She was still looking for the group of vampires who had hunted Gray that night because the thought of losing him, of having to live a life without him on it, it was unbearable to her.
They were both tired. Tired of the act. Tired of pretending they didn't want to hug every time they had to be together! They were tired of having to fight the urge to be close to one another!! They were tired of living on different sides that just couldn't seem to understand each other!!!
They were tired of the war...
Gray's thoughts were interrupted by a kiss. Carmen's kisses had that power of making Gray forget everything around him. All of his problems vanished. It was just him and Carmen.
His Carmen.
She made him the happiest person in the whole entire world. They were meant to be together. All the sacrifices were worth it.
-Are you nervous?-Carmen asks.
-Not anymore.-Gray tells her with a wide grin.
-Good. You're gonna be the best alpha your pack has ever seen.
-God, you don't know how much I hope you're right.
-I usually am.
They both laugh.
-And looking on the bright side, we'll see each other more since you'll be in all the meetings, Mr. Alpha.
-And what's going to be your excuse to appear in all the meetings?
-I'll think of something.
-You always do.
With both of their senses heightened, they hear footsteps coming towards the door. Said and done. Someone knocks at the door.
-The ceremony starts in 20 minutes.-A voice warns him on the other side of the door.
-Thanks.-Gray answers.
When they don't hear footsteps anymore, Carmen whispers.
-20 minutes, huh? I wonder what we can do with such little time.
Carmen shows her fangs and gets her mouth on Gray's neck.
-You know that is a bad idea, right?
-It's what makes it exciting. It'll bring you good luck.-Carmen says, slowly.
And of course, Gray couldn't resist it.
Undoubtedly, that was going to be an unforgettable night.
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" Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I'd never lie
He said, be true, I swear I'll try
In the end, it's him and I
He's out his head, I'm out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it's him and I, him and I "
- Him & I, Halsey and G-Eazy
" Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? ×3
Seein' you tonight, f*ck it , it's fine "
- bad idea right?, Olivia Rodrigo
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