#this didn't record the sound so i had to improvise

[thewaltcrew]

Director Kirk Wise, screenwriter Linda Woolverton, and actor Robby Benson on casting the Beast [x]

They gave me an incredible amount of freedom. I didn't want Beast to be a cartoon character. I played it as though I were doing a Broadway show. As if this was a living person. And I wanted him to be funny. By funny, I don't mean shtick or one-liners. I am talking about real comedy. When real comedy works, and is truthful, especially with the Beast, it comes out of the fact that he is so pathetic. For some reason, I really understood that. Ha! Because of that, they gave me a lot of leeway. [x]

My first audition was recorded on, of all things, a Sony Walkman. As a musician, I had branched out into recording engineer and loved to play with sound. When I saw the Sony Walkman I knew it had a little condenser microphone in it, and if I were to get too loud, the automatic compressor and built-in limiter would 'squash' the voice— and there would be very little dynamic range to the performance. I did a quick assessment and wondered how many people who had come in to audition for the part were making that error: playing the Beast with overwhelming decibels, compressing the vocal waveforms. I decided to give the Beast 'range.' Because of my microphone technique, and an understanding of who I wanted Beast to be, they kept asking me to come back and read different dialogue. After my fifth audition, Jeffrey Katzenberg the hands-on guardian of the film, said the part was mine…

Beauty and the Beast was so refreshingly fun and inventively creative to work on that I couldn't wait to try new approaches to every line of dialogue. Don Hahn is one of the best creative producers I have ever worked with. The two young directors, Kirk Wise and Gary Trousdale, were fantastic and their enthusiasm was contagious. I not only was allowed to improvise, but they encouraged it. It never entered my mind that I was playing an animated creature. I understood the torment that Beast was going through: he felt ugly; had a horrible opinion of himself, and had a trigger-temper. Those are things that, if done right, are the perfect ingredients for comedy. Painful and pathetic comedy— but honest. The kind of comedy I understood...

In the feature world of Disney animation, the actors always recorded their dialogue alone in a big studio, with only a microphone and the faint images of the producers, writers, directors and engineer through a double-paned set of acoustic glass. Paige O'Hara and I became good friends; it was her idea that for certain very intimate scenes, such as when Beast is dying, we record together. We were able to play these scenes with an honest conviction that is often absent in the voice-over world...

The success of this film was the culmination of a team effort but I must say, the honors go to the animators— and for me (Beast), that's Glen Keane — and to Howard Ashman and Alan Menken. This was the perfect example of a crew who 'cared'. And the final results (every frame) of the film represent that sentiment. [x]

#beauty and the beast #disneyedit #robby benson #kirk wise #linda woolverton #actor #director #writer #my gif

[slavghoul]

Interview from Sweden Rock Magazine 6/2023

In which Tobias talks about Phantomime, his inner little evil dictator, and why he'll never be like Bruce Springsteen, among other things.

You've just released another cover EP. I always thought that Ghost would be like Metallica and become known for picking up lesser-known songs, making them their own, and playing one or two covers at every show. You were on your way to that with first The Beatles' "Here Comes the Sun" and then with Roky Erickson's "If You Have Ghosts." After that, you released a bunch of covers, but in recent years, you've almost only played "Enter Sandman" live.

In the beginning, and especially up until 2015, the choice to play covers was not in exchange for original songs, but it was because we simply needed songs to play live. We played 'Here Comes the Sun' to fill out our set. We only had one album, and it was only 30 minutes long or something.

But "Here Comes the Sun" must have given you a taste for it since it worked so fantastically well live.

Yes, absolutely. We actually plan to play it again at some point because I think we can do a really great version of it now that our lineup better matches the sound of the song. The last time we played it was so long ago that we still used a lot of backing tracks and stuff. I think we can play it better now. But did you imagine that we would do covers of Saint Vitus, Trouble, and Coven?

No. Unlike Metallica, you didn't start with hard rock covers...

No, no.

...but with "Here Comes the Sun" and then "If You Have Ghosts," which became a big song in its own way, but "Enter Sandman" is a completely different type of cover.

Exactly, it has a completely different purpose. I think it's a good song, and it became a fun thing. There was clarity in why we played it and what was important about it. We don't do it anymore, not because we don't believe in the purpose, but it had its time. Now, "Jesus He Knows Me" is the most fun to incorporate because now we've embraced it as our own song. I feel like I have so much else, and I don't want to be... I mean, some people think it's a lot of fun, and Bruce Springsteen does a lot of covers at the end of a concert. A lot of cool rock 'n' roll classics. People enjoy it, and it's great. Disturbed also does that and plays "Highway to Hell" and "Run to the Hills" or whatever they do. It's a fun way to end a concert, but I don't know, I have a fondness for dramaturgy. That's why I could never do a Bruce Springsteen. I can't go on stage and just say, "Hey, what do you want to hear?" and then improvise. It's a show, and everything fits together tightly. I've been sitting here with our lighting technician for five days. We sit all day and just program lights based on the smallest damn beat so that it fits and so that we know that the guitarist will come out and switch to that guitar for the next song. It's this song, and he will come out there, and then we have to change these lights in the dark so that it's red on him there. Then it's not possible to have a "cover hour" at the end where we just turn on the lights and play Judas Priest. But if we do a Judas Priest cover at some point that feels really relevant and we can do it really well, then I have no problem arranging the lights and incorporating it into the context. Metallica is much more rock 'n' roll, they are much more "loose" than what we are... than I am. They have the ability to just go out and more or less turn on the lights in the room and play "Am I evil?", "Whiskey in a jar," "Blitzkrieg," and "Breadfan," and the happiest of all is me. I love when that happens, but I don't want to do it with Ghost. But sure, if in 30 years we have recorded a bunch of fun covers, maybe it could be a fun thing to do a tour with just a bunch of that.

How funny that you say "if we have recorded a bunch of fun covers." Ghost has already recorded a bunch of covers, so aren't they fun?

Haha! Yeah, yeah, but we're still building, of course. We're talking a lot about this, me and my agents and management. When is the time to do things? When should we take advantage? What is a "downplay" for us today? A "downplay" is very clear if you're Metallica. Everyone knows that when they come and perform, it's at least at the Globe Arena, sold out for at least two nights without any problem, and at their biggest, it's now two nights at Ullevi. For them, a clear "downplay" would be if they come and play at Göta Lejon again. There's a clarity there, and it's something they can indulge in.

Explain it so that people understand. What is a "downplay"?

A "downplay" is when a big band plays at a small venue. Like the Rolling Stones when they played at Circus. It's a clear "downplay," and there's a clarity there where you know that "now when I go and see the Rolling Stones at Circus, they won't have their big stage, they won't do this, and they'll just come up and play a bunch of really obscure stuff." Then there's a clarity. It's not something for everyone who just wants to hear the big hits.

And are there plans to do this?

If everything goes as planned and if there's still an interest in it in the future, I would think it would be really fun to intentionally and clearly reshape the show. To do something different on the side that isn't meant for these bigger things that we're currently trying to find our "pacing" in.

The first time I interviewed you was in 2011 at a sushi place in Stockholm.

Was it that long ago?

Yes, we met at the central station in Stockholm, and you had just had your first meeting with Nicholas Johansson at Universal, so this was before he signed you.

Okay, so it was the same day then? Oh, damn.

It became a full page in Expressen, and you said that you want to take Ghost to where Rammstein is. Now you've said the same thing again, but Rammstein no longer plays at the Globe Arena and instead does three nights at Ullevi. It feels like you're constantly shaping Ghost based on Rammstein. What will you do when you've reached three nights at Ullevi?

I hope one never becomes completely satisfied. The perfectionist in me is frustrated every day on tour when things don't turn out as good as I had envisioned. But I also have a cutoff point... There's a point every day when I try to see the glass as half full when it comes to perfection before the concert, and I know something is wrong. If I know that a spotlight operator doesn't seem to understand the show, it's an irritation that might continue during the concert because someone keeps missing their cues, that is, what they're supposed to do. You can tell they don't know the show. It's super annoying. It's the kind of thing that both I and everyone on stage feel, and we're all aware of it. Everyone has been made aware of what we're trying to achieve. We've arranged the whole show based on the idea that "when you come up those stairs, you will be visible, and then you will see what you're doing because a light will shine on you." If that doesn't happen, there's a risk that the person simply won't see what they're doing and will fall off. It happens. There's a lot of that kind of thing that's highly orchestrated with very narrow margins, and it has to be right. But I usually reach a point where it's like, "Now the concert is over. Everyone did their best, even that idiot up there who missed all their cues. Everyone did their best, and the audience doesn't seem to have left and demanded their money back, so you have to see it as a damn good result." That's how I try to approach it every day because, in the end, "no matter what, this is so much cooler than working a regular job," haha! I'm where I want to be, doing what I want to do. Then I have this little circus director Nazi inside me as well, screaming and wanting things to be a certain way. But I also laugh easily, so it's about constantly trying to balance everything and see it as always moving forward. But it also means that I know that even the day when or if we stand there at Ullevi and do a concert ourselves, it won't be exactly as I imagined. Something new will happen, and if we have the show I want, it will rain like hell or something. That's always how it is. Metallica's Lars also told me that when we were on tour together: "It's incredible. Even at our level, there are still things that happen that make us go, 'Damn, we're not quite there yet!'" But that's the thing. I don't think pirates become pirates just to come home and sit with the treasure. It was the piracy itself that was quite fun.

Now I'm going to say something provocative. This is Ghost's worst cover so far. I don't even like the original.

Which one?

"Phantom of the Opera."

Okay, haha!

Yeah, I got the laugh I wanted to be able to print, haha!

Well, haha! Don't you like the album or the song?

I'm not a big Iron Maiden fan, and I don't consider the Paul Di'Anno era sacred.

I love Iron Maiden and think the first two albums are really cool, but they got their act together when Bruce Dickinson joined. It was with "The Number of the Beast" that they became an arena band and started sounding really damn good. I know it's like swearing in church. It made me feel a bit inspired and made me think that if I were to do something with Iron Maiden, it damn well had to be something from those first albums. They have two albums with really proggy stuff and quirky arrangements, and you can really tell they had a bit of time and that they were low-budget recordings. That gets me going. Paul Di'Anno sings, and I love Paul Di'Anno. He's really cool, has a great voice, and sings with a lot of sloppiness. He soars and flies melodically - just the fact that "I know I'll do that in a different way." I've always liked "Phantom of the Opera," but for a long time in my life, before I really figured out how to count, I didn't quite understand how to play the intro. Not tonally, but I didn't get how to count in the intro. That was such a thing that one day when I suddenly figured it out, I thought, "Damn, I want to play this song someday." You miss it because on the album, you don't hear how great the intro is.

Is it you playing?

Yes, although Fredrik "Kulle" Åkesson (Opeth) is also playing. But I recorded all the demos, I play bass on the record, and I recorded all the guitars first.

Did Kulle do all the guitar solos on the EP?

Well, mostly, with one exception.

It's a very shreddy EP with a lot of flashy guitar solos.

Yes, exactly, there are quite a lot of guitar solos. Generally, this is how it works when we work: I compose the solos. When I write solos, it's not just a bunch of bends, but it's a melody. I'm very influenced by Kirk Hammett, especially how he played on "Ride the Lightning," "Master of Puppets," "...And Justice for All," and even on the black album. Every time he plays solos, they are melodies. He comes into the song and more or less plays another song within the song, and it's very hummable. It's not incredibly difficult stuff, and that's roughly my school of soloism. I like to compose the solos so that they turn out the way I want, but I myself am not a great shredder. There are a lot of tricks in the studio where I sit and play something over and over again, and then you can cut it in. And then you can slow down the speed, and then I can record it and make it perfect. But the result is that when I say, "It should go like this," Kulle listens to it and says, "Yeah, I can do that part a bit differently. Then I can do it this way to make it even faster." He plays solos from start to finish with his highly trained fingers. He has that whole thing in his DNA, while I'm more of a songwriter and composer.

But you play a solo on the EP, right?

I don't know if we kept it. I don't fucking know because we changed a lot of things.

Because you said that Kulle plays all the solos except one.

It could be a thing, but I don't remember if we changed it or not. But if we take "Phantom of the Opera," there are quite a few different guitar parts in it, purely guitar-wise. It's that fairly standardized Iron Maiden thing where there are two lead guitars playing melodies together. That's one thing, and then there was a slightly bluesy solo at a place where I added some storming Rachmaninoff piano that's absolutely not in the original. I thought it should be a bit of a stormy sea, and then there's a part with two guitars playing the same thing simultaneously, and then a solo duel starts. On the original album, it's Dave Murray and Dennis Stratton playing, and their solo duel is just okay. I don't think it's that great. Sorry, Iron Maiden fans, but in terms of solos, Iron Maiden really got good the day Adrian Smith joined. Adrian Smith is the one playing all the cool solos. I'm really sorry, Dave Murray, but that's just how it is! I know what Kulle has to go through because as a soloist, it's quite tough to constantly be told what to play, and then he has to do tricks and improve things. So, I said, "In this solo duel, you can pretty much play whatever you want from here to there, but I don't want you to challenge me because it will be a bad match. It'll be Carl Hamilton against Woody Allen, and that's not fun. We'll bring in Lasse Johansson from Candlemass." I love Candlemass, I love Lasse's guitar playing, and I know that Kulle loves Lasse. I just sat there, and they got to do their things, and you can hear that it's a bit more improvised. It's more Kulle when he gets to play his stuff, and it's nice.

I want to highlight a cover that turned out great on the EP: Tina Turner's "We Don't Need Another Hero." It feels quite suitable to cover because At The Movies also did a fantastic version of it with Ronnie Atkins on vocals.

Actually, I haven't heard it at all. I must have missed it.

Ghosts' version turned out really well, but isn't it too obvious to cover a big song, so to speak?

I would be a bit opportunistic and say this: it probably depends on how it lands. We stuck our necks out the day we were going to play "Enter Sandman" at our concert. It was one thing on TV because that's what it was (at the TV4-broadcasted "Polar Music Prize" in 2018), but you know that this is like playing "Smoke on the Water," "I Wanna Rock," or "Ace of Spades." It's one of those songs that is too well-known in a way. It can feel pancake-like, but it went well, and I feel that "We Don't Need Another Hero" could also become such a song, provided that the audience likes it. But it's not a song that you want to take up five minutes of the concert if it's not super fun.

And how do you know if the audience likes it?

The easiest way is to test it live. But you'll notice when the album comes out. If everyone mentions all the other songs and not that one, then maybe not many people are interested. Also, we usually do this sometimes during rehearsals: "We rehearse it and see how it sounds. How does it feel? How does it feel to play? Does it stick? Do we play it nicely? Does it work live?" I believe that if we fast forward to a huge presumed Ullevi [stadium] in the future, it's a fantastically cool song to play.

#the band ghost #tobias forge #interview

[uboatheflesh]

Here's me recording/performing of empathy shield live on Behind The Mirror, RTR 92.1 FM on the 24th of August 2023. photos by alt.live.perth (Jess).

Set was a little shorter due to the radio time constraints. Also gave a brief interview (the interview on the site was done beforehand over email, theres also a pre-mastered version of empathy on there, I only spoke briefly after the set on radio). Again, empathy shield was completely improvised based on carefully pre-selected sound design elements. Done in the middle of autistic burnout, where I could barely speak on radio due to slowly going into verbal shutdown . Luckily my tour hosts Jess and Amir were absolutely supportive and got me through it.

I went on to play this show a few days in later, also in borloo/perth at the Badlands Bar. It used a lot of the same elements of empathy shield. I have a few feelings about it.

After the end of my set, I had a total verbal shutdown as soon as I got off stage and snuck back into the green room.

Worse, I managed to break the zip on my dress (got caught in the mesh I was wearing) and was stuck in it for 20 minutes before I had to ask a band for a shirt to cover the broken top half. Then several old perth friends I had not talked to in ages came in to talk to me only to find me simply unable to say hi back. I felt terrible about it. Indeed, I was in a terrible state. However - everybody around me there understood. A fellow autistic woman even gave me a fidget spinner. Even if I didn't use it (weirdly too overwhelmed to stim?), I kinda happy cry every time I think about that somebody even offered one to me non-judgementally. Only a few years ago would I have seen as a ridiculous r*tard baby for being a 'professional musician' who does this, but now it's ...its treated kinda like normal. Wish I had this kind of understanding growing up before I was diagnosed. Now, I am never the only ND at the gigs I play. Indeed, the NT's are usually the minority at them. Then theres the fact that so many other (and more well-known) musicians are being open about their autism (like Ethel Cain or Justin Broadrick) which would also be unthinkable years beforehand. It genuinely warms my heart. This is why I am loud, proud and cringe about my neurodivergence now. I don't want to be repeatedly traumatised by it anymore based on misunderstandings that we autists inevitably get, or failing to meet allistic standards. Every time I see a fellow autist get horridly traumatised because somebody (usually NT) got the ick it fucking hurts. Or when they blame themselves for failing to meet arbitrary allistic standards and fall into a horrible depression for not being 'normal'. It hurts even more if its a fellow autistic transfeminine person. I wish I could do more about it, like psychology or social work - but music is what I am stuck doing for the time being, so I'll try to do what I can here. Hence several upcoming songs /records (including the two Roadburn commissioned original compositions) neurodivergence takes a central role. It's lame, but sometimes its good to be lame. Sometimes it's necessary. We have a long way to go, but its also important to remember we have also come a long way too.

/gen

#autistic artist #noise #ambient #death industrial #harsh noise #drone #experimental #dark ambient #uboa #trans artist #actually adhd #mini essay

[chemicallywrit]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! I heard so many good shows this week, let’s goooooo

🥃 I started listening to @breakerwhiskey this week, and I’m on episode 21 (which is nothing, it’s microfic), and it is so compelling. Lauren Shippen said in episode zero that she misses the improvisational feel of early audio dramas and that really comes through in this show—the wandering of the story reflects the wandering of Whiskey herself. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

🎵I am not alone in my reaction to the new season of @hellofromthehallowoods, which I think goes something like, “Wh—who—but—Arnold?????” (Seriously, Arnold???) but I love a mystery, and I love how linear this season is starting out. I’m sure that it’ll all get more complicated soon.

💔 Have you all heard Josie’s Lonely Hearts Club? It’s a call-in advice show from a fictional radio station and it is HILARIOUS. Until this last episode, which got SAD. It's a partially improvised show, so the whole thing feels so incredibly human and it always hits. Please listen, more fictional advice shows all around.

🐺 The Midnight Burger/The Amelia Project crossover was exactly as delightful as I expected. We got two shows that love historical figures and putting people in the deep freeze. What could go wrong! Absolutely nothing. With a crossover episode I always wonder if there will be enough character interaction to slake my insatiable character dynamic thirst and for this one I definitely think there was.

🍺 Inn Between dropped an episode of Dragon’s Rest on their feed this week, and I'm here to say that we did that because it's frikkin hilarious. This last episode was so good, especially with Shax trying to talk to a bartender and the bartender getting mad that Shax was complaining about her friends and not having a professional business conversation. I love you, southern-sounding bartender, and I love you Shax.

🩸Hemophobia continues to scare the heck out of me. This series, Camp Havenside, ended exactly how I expected it to, with the extra twist of that horrible half-possessed state Sam is in. Lordt. Listen to this show. Mind the content warnings. Then like, message me about it, it has taken permanent residence in my brain.

🎭 Oh Malevolent, you never disappoint me. I adore the twists the season finale took, and the real danger Arthur and John were in had me on the edge of my seat. How are we gonna get outta this one boys! Frikkin Kayne.

💎 As it ever is, @kingmakerpod was a blessing visited upon my podcatcher. Oh man though, Lucas Lando, what a scuzbag. Like maybe the worst villain yet in this series for me, and I'm including the psychic child. Lando's just unsavory. The action scenes in this episode were excellent, and I love the use of Pocket Cinnamon. For a minute when they were looking for things in the barn that don't conduct electricity, I was very worried for the cows. Honestly now a little surprised they didn't explode a cow. Hey guys, why didn't you explode a cow?

🌈 I've been listening to this actual play, @ourstoriedinsight, and it's about all the typical actual play stuff--a party of misfit adventurers, thrown together by circumstance, trying to stop the end of the world. What stands out about this one is its wonderful sound design and its tone--it's so introspective and kind. The characters are great too. I would die for Vishakapar. If you like an actual play and you don't want to wait for it to get really good, please check out Our Storied Insight.

As for personal news, boy oh boy am I working hard on the Dead! Pray for our recording schedule these next couple weeks. As for Inn Between, we'll be putting up an episode this week that is a true banger, I hope you like it.

That's it for me this week! If you like what I do, send me a tip!

#audio drama sunday #audio fiction #fiction podcast #audio drama #breaker whiskey #hello from the hallowoods #josie's lonely hearts club #dragon's rest #hemophobia podcast #malevolent #the kingmaker histories #our storied insight

[aphrogeneias]

𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 — 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you teach eddie one of your favorite songs on the guitar. at least you try to, but he gets distracted a little too easily.

The sunlight that shone through your window was caught into the stray strands of your hair, forming a golden halo around your head. It distracted him, just as the way your lips moved as you slowly sang the lyrics of the song you were trying — and mostly failing, but that was entirely his fault — to teach him, concentrating on strumming your guitar, which was perched on your lap where you sat on your bed.

Everything about you distracted him. Your sweet voice, your delicate fingers — the same ones that he loved to weave between his own, to kiss, to feel against his skin — the patience with which you guided him through the chords of one of your favorite songs.

Sitting cross-legged above your powder blue, floral comforter, a stark contrast with his ripped black jeans and the spikes on his belt, he let his mind wander as you showed him, once again, the chord progression of the chorus, leaning closer to him.

Eddie had never thought he’d be back in your bedroom after what happened. He still remembered, vividly, the suffocating anxiety that took over his body when he was there for the first time, fighting to keep you alive — he didn’t think he’d ever forget it, but the new memories he made between those four walls were enough to help him bury that one deep down, where he hoped, someday, he wouldn’t be able to find it.

It was the late nights spent going through your extensive music collection, no doubt a perk of working in a record store, but also, as he had discovered, some of it was inherited from your father's own collection. He thought he'd ask more about it, but he never had the courage to. Instead, he spent his nights tangled with you in your too soft, too cozy, bed, listening to your songs as you commented every little piece of detail you could remember, a fun fact about a verse, or a particular sound in the background of the recording.

It's all in the details, that's what rock and roll is about, you used to tell him. He couldn't agree more as he forgot all about the music and took in every little detail on your face, so close to his, but never close enough, it seemed.

It was in the improvised picnics in your living room floor, and in the cigarettes shared on the porch, in how your body curled up to his on the couch, in barefoot early mornings in the kitchen. Your mother was never home, almost never really, but that didn't seem to bother you anymore.

We can be alone together now, you used to tell him with a smile, after he told you about how lonely he felt at his own home, even though he had Wayne. It was an unspoken truth at this point — even if you have nobody else, you have each other.

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?”

He's brought back to reality, focusing his vision on you once again, to find you setting your guitar aside, looking at him with slight disappointment. He bit back any comments about how adorable you looked with a pout on your lips.

"Sorry, babe." He ran his hands over his face, willing himself back to the present. "S' just hard to concentrate, but I got the gist of it, I promise."

"You sure? It's not too slow?" There was a hint of a tease in your voice, in the way you quirked your eyebrow at him.

"Nah, it's the right amount of slow. You see, I found out I quite like it slow."

His smirk grew with your own, mirroring each other, a silent conversation shared with a look. As he put his own guitar on the floor, as delicalicately as he could, you crawled to him, straddling his lap and supporting yourself on his shoulders.

"That's not the impression you gave me last night."

"All I'm hearing is that I left an impression."

Kissing him, slowly at first, and then deepening it until both of you had to take a moment to breathe, you lowered him to lay underneath you, playfully glaring at him, "Don't think you're getting away from this lesson just because you're all cute, Munson."

"Again, all I'm hearing is that you think I'm cute."

What you didn't know was that he didn't need any lessons, because Eddie had memorized that song months ago, when you gifted him that first mixtape. He took the time to learn each one of those songs in order to impress you one day, but never got around to the actual showing off part.

Yet.

He'd let you teach as many songs he already knew as you wanted to, as long as you kept allowing him to kiss you like that.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #immtns extra

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

We Never Changed

Please don't take this feeling, I have found at last

Warnings: mentions of death

A/N: cleaning out my drafts

"Can I have this dance, Mrs. Harlow?" Jack extended an arm, his blue eyes glistening in the fluorescent light as he watched you cross the dance floor, your white dress dragging along the tile. You took his hand, falling into his body as you interlaced your fingers, feeling his other hand against your waist.

"I've always loved you in a bow tie." You grazed your fingers across the knot of his simple black accent.

"I didn't wear a tie, remember? Urban couldn't find my bow tie in time, so we had to improvise." You looked up at your husband's face, your gaze returning to his bare neck. You chuckled as you placed your hand on his chest.

"That's right. You tried to borrow the tie from the concierge of the hotel, but it was navy blue, and totally didn't match my color scheme, so I made you go without." The memories came flooding back to you; how angry you were that they were so careless the day of the wedding, and how you forgot all about it when you saw him waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

Jack glided you across the dance floor, taking the lead while you effortlessly followed, as if you had done the dance hundreds of times before. You leaned your head against his shoulder, Jack resting his cheek against your forehead.

"I think you're forgetting something", he whispered. You closed your eyes, the sound of your wedding song flooding the room, the melody of "At Last" by Etta James beginning to play. For a second you felt at peace, like the world had stopped just for a bit so you could have this moment.

"Wait, that's not right. That's not our wedding song." You mumbled, stopping in your tracks. Your eyes shot open at the sound of hardwood creaking beneath your feet. You were no longer at your wedding reception but in the living room of your first apartment, one of Jack's old Louisville shirts falling off your shoulder. "At Last" played from the record player Jack had gifted you for your first anniversary when you were dating.

"Its okay. That's not the memory you were trying to remember anyway." Jack swayed you back and forth in his arms, and you could feel his hums vibrating through your body. You distinctly remembered this feeling, like nothing could harm you as long as you were together.

"Do you remember this night?" He asked, and you nodded, willing yourself to remember, but you just couldn't. They were all running together. You pulled away, tears beginning to brim in your lashes.

"I'm sorry, I'm really trying to, but I can't." You felt your chest tighten, like there was a crushing force restricting your breathing. Jack cupped your face in his hands, wiping away any tears that threatened to fall with his thumbs. "It's okay, its not your fault."

You pulled away from his hold. "It's not okay!" You weren't even trying to hold back your devastation at this point. "If I'm forgetting memories, things I know are important, that means I'm forgetting you!"

"It's just details, baby, just details." He rubbed his thumb along your jawline, his words an ill-attempt to soothe you. "The only thing you need to remember is how much I love you. That is the only important thing. Everything else is just silly details."

Your eyes shot open to the sound of your alarm going off; you caught your phone just before it vibrated off the nightstand. You hit the snooze button on your screen, throwing your phone on the bed. You blinked, trying to adjust your eyesight to the darkness. You looked over to Jack's side of the bed. It was perfectly made; no one had slept there in days.

"I can't do this without you." You whispered, bunching Jack's pillow underneath your head, the scent of his body wash and deodorant still present. You wiped the single tear that rolled down along the line of your nose.

The tapping of knuckles against your bedroom door startled you, but you didn't move, hoping whoever was on the other side of the door would eventually leave. You weren't getting out of bed today.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | OC - Silk x Listener SFW Demanding Dominant Incubus Checks Up On You

[M4A] [Oujidere] [Second meeting] [Comfort?] [Self-image reassurance]

Nine months since we last saw Silk? Oops. I really didn't mean to leave it that long. I'm glad people were requesting to see him again! I actually had left it so long I didn't remember what the exact plot was in how he was summoned and what he was going to do next, and as I've said many times I improvise these so had to script to go and refer too. So this audio took many hours to record as I ended up going back to the previous Silk audio and had to transcribe the entire thing to refresh my memory before I could even start recording.

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

#the vampire whispers #silk #silk x listener #the vampires ocs #asmr #monsterfucking #monsterfucker #monster fucker #monster fucking #Youtube

[yaoisex]

Chiaki had an interview about CherryMaho 🍒, and he was asked about BL in general, so that was an interesting read!

Some highlights:

Mentioned how his first BL role was alongside Ryouta with Makonyan as his friend (on the Kare no iru seikatsu BLCD), and that's exactly what's happening in CherryMaho too.

Said he knew 'Yaoi' before he knew 'BL'. When he was on his first year of middle school he was reading a manga that had nothing to do with BL and the word 'Yaoi' came up. He didn't have a smartphone back then, so he was just wondering: "What is Yaoi?" XD A few years later, when he was in high-school, he learnt that Yaoi meant love between men. And when he was talking to a female friend who liked BL he told her: "So you like Yaoi", and she replied: "What is Yaoi?" (because then BL was already the mainstream word for that).

He said that he first appeared on a BLCD as a mob chara, and was impressed by his senpai's work. He said Makonyan was the main in this BLCD, so based on the years, even though I can't remember it, I think he's referring to the Koubutsu wa Mayonakano Uchini Haranonaka BLCD. (At first I thought he meant Kurui Naku no wa Boku no Ban β 3, but that one came a year after.)

He thinks both him & Ryouta were chosen as main for their first BLCD together because it was a pure story so having two seiyuu doing it for the first time was just right. I must agree xD And, he's happy and think it's fate that the three of them (with Makonyan) are together on another project, because it is still very memorable for him <3

"Me and Ryouta have a really relaxed relationship... even during the break in the recording, we felt very comfortable, and I feel like we got to know each other even more through this work." <33

He never once mentioned their 'other' Cherry BLCD rofl, neither the interviewer, he only kept bringing up their first BLCD together. Maybe because it's too hardcore haha.

When recording BL, he's really happy being able to act face to face with his co-seiyuu. What he enjoys about BL is the freedom to improvise ("creating pauses between lines and breaths to match the expressions of the other person").

He's never been to a training school so he had no idea how to make kissing sounds! He learnt from watching and imitating his senpais~

He mentioned the different settings to different BLs, for example Omegaverse and Dom/Sub (he's done both). "it is necessary to have a thorough understanding of the worldview before preparing for the role." I felt like a proud mother, really!!

Regarding BL situations: "...I like stories that develop from friendship, so a childhood friend, a high school student, confesses his love just as the sun is setting after school, but it doesn't really come to fruition several years later…" Kyaaa!!

"When people of the same sex have friendship or hostility, they can build a relationship of equals, but when it develops into a relationship, they are forced to lead, protect, and be protected. I find BL interesting in the way relationships change as emotions change. I really like friendships between men, as well as the development of hostile relationships that temporarily turn into cooperative relationships, and I'm even more attracted to works that are an extension of that. I believe that there are changes in relationships and changes in emotions that would never occur between people of the opposite sex. I feel like there's something appealing about that."

Welp, that was almost the whole article, not really highlights LOL But those were my fav parts anyway. (Quotes are not my translations but Google's).

CHIAKI!! ILU SFM!! PLEASE KEEP DOING BL FOREVER!!

#seiyuu #kobayashi chiaki #cherry magic #30 sai made Doutei da to Mahou Tsukai ni nareru rashii #Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?! #cherrymaho

[threadsun]

Sweets🍭 Asks: "Heeeey! It's me! I've just been struggling with ideas because....ive been thinking about things unrelated to sunny day Jack

BUT HEAR ME OUT

Remember that one fic you wrote with Jean and Joseph with teacher MC

Yeah that but...mc is the director\creator of the sunny time crew and here's the kicker

They are extremely miserable

They hate their job

They hate their life

They hate children

They probably hate Jean and Joseph too

Will that stop them from flirting with this tired annoyed grumpy director?

Nope! I mean Jack and Rory were made to make people happy!

It's gonna be a piece of cake

...right?"

Oh Sweets hellooooooo!!! I love you!!! You always bring me the absolute most banger ideas!!!

I love the idea of them both falling for this person who looks like they haven't slept in weeks and visibly loathes every moment they're on set lmao

Content: hatred of children, general depression, ngl reader just sort of sucks, smoking, absolutely shamelessly dirty flirting, suicidal ideation/joking about suicide, reader is not okay

Coffee isn't enough anymore. You need an IV drip of caffeine straight into your blood stream. Or some heavy drugs. Or a real hard blow to the head with a baseball bat. At this point, you're not picky. Whatever gets you off this stupid set.

The SunnyTime Crew Show. Your crowning achievement. The idea that made your career. Shown across millions of tv sets all over the country every single day. Shown to all those little ankle biters you can't stand the sight of, too young and useless to so much as wipe their own asses.

It's all bright colours and simple words and stupid, terrible songs that get stuck in your head on loop until you want to bash your brains in against a wall. Not that it takes much for you to feel that way these days. Especially given the people you're working with.

Joseph Haberdae and Jean Laurent. Rising star and bossy diva. The constant bickering. The even more constant flirting. The adlibbed lines. The relentless cheer while the cameras roll. And the insufferable questions when they don't. They take the whole thing so fucking seriously. Like this is anything more than some drivel for parents to shove their kids in front of when they can't be bothered to parent anymore.

Maybe you don't hate the kids, maybe it's the parents you resent. Always shoving crying babies into your arms during live recordings so their "precious child" can get a better look at the set. Demanding the show teach this or that lesson. Begging for the Crew to come work birthday parties.

But no, you can't stand wiping little noses and listening to the shrieks. Kids have always given you the creeps, but now they piss you off. Always saying weird things and rubbing their sticky fingers all over set. You're just lucky the stars are better with the kids than you are.

"Should we cut?" Your brought out of your stewing annoyance by the sound of your PA whispering in your ear.

You down the last of your coffee and shove the cup into his hands, a silent demand for more. "Cut!"

You hadn't noticed the scene end. But it didn't matter, Joseph and Jean had started improvising lines anyway, as they so often did. Your eye twitches in annoyance. You don't spend your time yelling at the writers to get every line perfect just for these idiots in costumes to make shit up.

"Haberdae, Laurent." You snap your fingers and point to the spot in front of you. "Everyone else, take five. Then we reshoot. We get it right this time or every single one of you is out of a goddamn job."

As the rest of the cast and crew file out for their break, the two men stand at attention before you. They know where this conversation is going. It's the same one you have every time they so much as change a single word from the script.

"So, which school was it?" You cross you arms and scowl at them both.

They exchange a look of confusion before Joseph ventures a reply. "What?"

"Which school? SoCal? Columbia? You do RTF at Austin?" They can tell your tone is derisive, but they're still not sure what you're getting at. You roll your eyes. "Where you studied screenwriting. I assume you've got some writing background, since you're always changing my fucking script."

Oh. Ohhhhh. Okay, they're on the same page as you now. Joseph has the good grace to look chastised, staring at his feet like a kicked puppy. Jean isn't one to be so easily intimidated. He raises an eyebrow and shrugs.

"What was it today, your assistant got you the wrong coffee? Or did some kid get ketchup all over your copy of the script?" He's used to your bad moods. They both are, but he's not swayed by them. "If you'd actually watched the take rather than staring off into space, you'd realise it was better than the shit your writers came up with."

You purse your lips. He's... probably not wrong. It's hard to find good writers who are willing to throw their talents away on a show like this. And they do both have an admirable understanding of their characters. Much as you hate them, they're true to your original vision. The vision you wished you'd never had.

With a reluctant sigh, you move to rewatch the take. Your PA hands you your coffee and a lit cigarette before hastily retreating, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of whatever's going on. It's a relief, the burn of the smoke in your throat followed by the burn of the scalding coffee.

"Watch."

Joseph's behind you, hands hovering just over your waist as his breath brushes against your ear. Damn this infuriatingly handsome man and his lack of personal space. You grit your teeth and focus on the screen, ignoring the huge man all but pressed against your back. He and Jean crowd you, trying to get a good look at the viewer as you play back the scene.

It's... good. Better than the script. You don't want to admit it out loud, but their additions make more sense with the episode's story, and sound more like Jack and Rory. Damn them.

"See?" Joseph's lips brush against your ear, one hand making contact with your waist for just a moment to give it a soothing rub. "Not bad, right?"

You shove him aside, taking a long drag of your cigarette and pretending to mull it over. As if there's any question. He watches you closely, with all the eagerness of youth and all the ego of an actor who knows he's good at his job.

"Fine." You breathe the word out in a plume of smoke. "It's good enough, I guess. We don't have time for another take anyway."

Joseph grins, leaning an arm on your shoulder like you're an old friend rather than his director. "Come on, you can admit it. We're good."

You sneer at him, trying to nudge his massive forearm off you. But he doesn't budge. Instead, Jean takes up an identical position leaning on your other shoulder.

"So tense," he tuts and shakes his head. "Come on, you can praise us sometimes, you know."

With a roll of your eyes, you resign yourself to once again being crowded by the two men. You can't honestly say you mind it. "Why, so you can get off to it later? I've got about as much interest in stroking your goddamn egos as I do in stroking your pathetic cocks."

"Watch out," Jean's voice is a familiar, teasing lilt. Though it feels directed as much at Joseph as it is at you. "Talk like that might just get Joseph all riled up."

"Eugh." You mime throwing up, ducking from under their arms to grab your coffee and down some more. "Don't need to know about your humiliation kink, thanks."

Joseph's redder than he'd care to admit, but he tries to brush it off. "You know, I didn't realise you thought about stroking our cocks that often. Or our egos."

"Maybe a quick romp would help loosen you up a bit?" Jean suggests, raising an eyebrow with a quirk of his lips. "Keep you focused on your job. Is that why you've got that thousand yard stare every time we shoot? Too busy thinking about fucking us in our dressing rooms?"

From an outside perspective it might seem like sexual harassment in the workplace, but... you encourage it in your own way. You could easily set boundaries if you wanted to, but their flirting—however much they annoy you—is the only interesting part of your life right now. The only part that doesn't make you consider jumping off the roof of the studio.

"Too busy thinking about the easiest way to off myself, more like. Still trying to decide between throwing myself in the reservoir and just jumping in front of the next car I see."

"Well, wouldn't that be a waste of a pretty face?"

Jean's not worried by your theatrics. It's not the first time you've loudly proclaimed your intentions to off yourself, nor will it be the last. It never stops you coming in the next day, looking as dead behind the eyes as ever, and yelling at everyone you see.

"Pretty face." You snort, trying not to choke on your coffee. "What, is it the eyebags or the fact that I haven't had time for a decent meal in months?"

"I think it's your smile." Joseph's always so... genuine. He flirts like Jean, of course, but sometimes he'll throw something so earnest at you that it winds you. "We don't get to see it often, but... you've got a really nice smile."

It feels like he's punched you in the chest, not given you a sweet compliment. It's time to put a stop to this for now. The flirting's gone past entertaining and straight into that dangerous territory that leaves you worried you might do something stupid. Like fall for one or both of them. Not to mention, you've still got half a day of filming this bullshit left.

"Fuck off to makeup, be back on set in two. We'll pick up with Rory's baking lesson."

With a stern nod to the stage door, the two hurry off. You feel like you can breathe again. When they're around, you start to get claustrophobic. Or maybe coulrophobic. Or maybe just... you feel vaguely nauseous at even the shadow of a thought about having romantic feelings for either of the frustrating, handsome actors.

Nope.

No way.

Definitely not.

Not while you have the world's worst tv show to direct.

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God you hate your life.

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jean #sdj joseph #joseph haberdae x reader x jean laurent #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #sweets🍭 #dear director au #crosspost

[joons]

Hey! I’ve got an Elvis question, just popped into my head. So did he compose the instrument parts of songs? Or was he more of a vocals only guy. I feel like I should know this but I guess I don’t!

This is a great question! I would not go so far as to call him a composer of most of his material (he was very adamant that he wasn't a songwriter), but he certainly filled the role of producer. He often knew exactly the sound he wanted and would advise the musicians until they understood his intentions. Because of his encyclopedic knowledge of music, he could pin down sounds and influences in a way that surprised the experienced musicians he worked with. He was an adequate rhythm guitarist and a pretty good piano player, but in general, he gave musicians who worked with him space to create and then guided them until he found the pocket he wanted.

In the early days, there were only two or three musicians in his band, and it was mostly democratic, like, the takes either worked or they didn't. They were very improvisational. At the same time, Elvis could get hyperperfectionist about the recordings and hold them up for hours. For instance, "Hound Dog" was a staple at his live shows before he recorded the song, and he wanted it to have a different tempo and feel on the record, much faster than how they typically performed it. For whatever reason, Elvis wasn't satisfied with it until they were about ready to throw him through a window, but that's exactly when he got the angry, frustrated sound he wanted.

"Elvis drove the band through thirty-one takes, slowly fashioning a menacing, rough-trade version quite different than the one they had been performing on the stage." - Robert Fink

Obviously whole books have been written about the recording sessions, which I have yet to fully dive into, so I can't speak super authoritatively on this, but in general, Elvis lost quite a bit of control over the recording sessions as Col. Parker moved him more toward releasing movie soundtracks, which had to be sung to scene specifications. In those instances, Elvis would just tell the singers and musicians he was working with to "just do your best," knowing that the material was pretty lame.

But he was able to take control of his sound again in his gospel albums, during his TV special and while working on the Vegas/touring live shows. He handpicked the musicians here, so they were all the best in the business; he had a great deal of trust in them to contribute their own signatures. But again, he usually had a pretty clear understanding of the song dynamics, the shape he was going for, and could coax it out of everyone. You can see him conducting and coaching here:

Through the late '70s, he often lost interest in staying on top of his game, both in live shows and in recordings. The problem with the live shows is that he got bored with performing the same songs, and efforts to change it up didn't go that well due to a lack of rehearsal and underwhelming audience feedback, so he went back to playing it safe. And with some of the later albums, he just wasn't feeling well or didn't connect with the songs as much. So in those cases he could sometimes just churn out a song that had already been perfected by the musicians and he just came in for the vocals. But he loved music so much that he just always had Opinions About It.

But just to go back to the producer thing, he's the one who arranged "Blue Moon," which doesn't sound like anything that Sam Phillips or anyone else had ever or would ever put out. Elvis got obsessed with atmospheric sounds and different effects that he knew exactly how to tune to an emotional frequency. So this ethereal, distorted echo pairs with his choice of lyrics, only repeating the first, sad verse of "Blue Moon" and never letting the storyline resolve into finding love. No one knew what the hell he was doing, but it took them so long to get him out of his shy, anxious shell that they didn't want to tell him to stop.

#elvis presley #insane hours always the insane hours #thank u for the question bb! i hope this was informative

[lu-inlondon]

Hob has to admit that, even though he tries to stay up to date with current trends, his taste in music never much got the memo. But that's always been the case. It is terribly annoying to get into something, twenty years after he could have had the live experience.

Or, in this case, fourty years. Though he had liked the music in the eighties well enough at the time.

It's Saturday morning and despite the mountain of housework he has to get through if he intends to find any of his stuff or dishes to eat from in the last week of exams, he is in a fantastic mood. The weather took a turn for cold and rainy but his flat is cosy and warm, he managed to find an unused cup to make himself some tea and a playlist with all the 80's hits is playing in the background.

Of course, this is not the sole reason for his good mood. It doesn't even cover a fraction of the reason why he looks like the sun's shining out of his arse at seven on his first proper day off in weeks.

Before Hob's never been one to remember much of his dreams. Ever since he and Dream were sort of dating (they hadn't discussed the terms and conditions yet, and as long as both of them were happy as is, he didn't feel the need to push the topic) that happened more and more. Just last night, he'd spent a part of his sleep walking with Dream through his realm, being shown around and introduced to a variety of creatures.

It had been utterly fascinating!

The best part though was that Dream had let slip, that he had been working more in the last days so that he might spend today with Hob in the Waking World. He knew that - aside from some housework - Hob intended to do nothing but laze around.

So of course he's in a good mood, belting along to a playlist that at least somewhat betrays his age. How else can it be?

(Hob had also noticed that the number of 80's songs circling the topic of dreams was surprisingly high. He had never noticed that before but now it made him think of Dream all the time, painting a big smile on his lips.)

It's his luck that the inn's still closed and no one is around for a noise complaint, because with questionable synth pop he gets through his dishes in record time. Cleaning the bath is done in a fraction of the time it usually takes him - only delayed by the thought if he could persuade Dream to relax in the tub together - and the feather duster that's no longer made of actual feathers makes a wonderful improvised microphone for his one-man interpretation of Sweet Dreams.

Which is, unbeknownst to Hob, how his own Dream finds him.

The song ends and Hob uses the brief interlude before the next one starts to actually dust off some of his books. He knows that one too, and he can't help but grin because of course it reminds him of Dream.

He stumbles over the first few lines until he catches the rhythm, swaying to it, moving on to the next bookshelf.

There's not a minute, hour, day or night that I don't love you You're at the top of my list 'cause I'm always thinkin' of you

Further into the song, he's much more secure lyric-wise, and even though he knows his voice is croaky at best - missing the whiskey he uses to prepare for karaoke nights at the pub - he gives it his all.

Yes, Dream is absolutely on top of his list of things he plans to do today, even if that sounds a bit crude. And he has been thinking about him for the past two hours, his thoughts never straying far from the entity/man because as soon as his mind wandered to other things, the music in the background conveniently reminded him of his love.

Not that Hob minds. Quite the opposite actually. He just hopes his daydreams made it to his love's realm so that he might profit a bit from Hob's good mood.

He throws himself into the beginning of the chorus - a thousand kisses are most certainly not enough - spinning around to get to the next bit of his living room, when he finds Dream standing in the corner, watching him with a bemused smile.

Now, at this point, he probably should stop singing, but then again Hob's never been afraid to make an arse out of himself in the name of love. And he knows that Dream - even though he won't admit to it - loves cheesy displays of affection. The cheesier, the better, in fact, and Hob has had more than six centuries to practice.

So, non-feather duster repurposed to serve as a microphone again, he grins at Dream. Trying to get a laugh out of his love makes Hob do a very exaggerated and nearly indecent wriggle with his hips as the second verse begins.

He doesn't have to go to work today but that's neither here nor there as he yells at the top of his lungs:

Well, who needs to go to work to hustle for another dollar I'd rather be with you 'cause you make my heart scream and holler

It does not elicit one of Dream's rare laughs, but Hob gets a fond shake of the head for his troubles.

Well, that won't do. He can be even worse and thankfully the chorus is starting again.

Only in socks, he slides across his hardwood floor, performing a spin that nearly sends him tumbling into his coffee table. Dream grabs him before Hob can hurt himself, and he uses it to immediately draw Dream into his arms.

The feather duster is quickly discarded in favour of holding Dream close and trying to get him to swing to the rhythm too. He's reluctant, but Hob's nothing if not stubborn, and not even - or especially - the collective unconsciousness can't withstand his charms, slowly beginning to move with him.

A thousand kisses from you is never too much

Hob croons along to the music, closing his eyes to really give it his all. When he opens them, Dream is smirking at him.

"Well, that really is not that much," he says with barely contained amusement.

"So you agree then?" Hob asks, his cheeks starting to hurt from how wide he's grinning. "I knew you were a smart one."

Before Dream can say anything along the lines of just how much knowledge he contains, Hob places a quick kiss on his lips. Might not be that much, but it's a start.

By then, the chorus has started up again, and he can belt the line that really makes him heady.

A million days in your arms is never too much I just don't wanna stop

Dream crooks his head, looking at him with brightly shining eyes. As stoic as his expression might be, Hob knows what the slow twinkle in the starry eyes of his love means.

"You know that is more than two thousand and seven hundred years, yes?" Dream asks carefully, and even though he doesn't mention it out loud, Hob knows that there's a deeper meaning to the question.

He could question it, but he won't allow for either of their worries about doomed past relationships to ruin this perfectly good day that's about to get even better if he has a say in the matter.

"Yup," he informs his love carefully carding his fingers through the mess of black hair on Dream's head to pull him closer. "Still isn't enough though, love."

The kiss that follows borders on desperate. He isn't quite sure if this is Dream's doing or his own, but he hopes it gets his point across: What's two thousand and seven hundred years when he wants to spend eternity with this impossible being in his arms?

Hob's loved him for six centuries, what's twenty-seven more?

They break from their kiss mostly for his benefit so he can catch his breath, the blush high on Dream's cheeks nearly making him lose it again. The song's long over, the next one on the playlist is nearly done as well, but Hob couldn't care less. He's done cleaning and he wants to spend the rest of this day - and every single one that follows - holding Dream and kissing him.

His love doesn't seem to mind, safe for one request:

"Can we listen to it again?"

@karalynlovescake I offer you fluff to make up for the 80's angst from last time

#writing tag: the sandman #my stuff #dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #dream x hob #dreamling playlist ficlets #see I even remembered to put the song in the post! #songfic #I had many feelings about this but I left out the angsty part #listen to it and think about the 'When I was scared to touch you' part for the angst #it fits them very well I think #Spotify

[eisa-core]

GOING SEVENTEEN SPECIAL 🎾

Winter vacation has arrived at SEBONGS Middle School. A fiery battle of games between club leaders Kim Don't Know & Lee I Know and club members SEVENTEEN!

SEVENTEEN wouldn't be SEVENTEEN if they weren't overly immersed in games🔥

Why did a simple game turn into a dating show?

«What games are we doing today?» -DK said once all members lined up in front of an elementary school, ready to film. «I'm so excited» - Mingyu jumped caught up in the excitement, hugging Daisy beside him, who was as excited as he was since she was hoping for the return of Going Seventeen full of games that last time saw Jun and Minghao absent.

«Wait a minute» -Hoshi pulled out a slipper from the backpack he carried on his shoulders. «Do you want to see who throws it furtherst?» - He replied looking at the camera. «Oh okay let's play shoe-toss. That's sounds fun.» - Woozi said, the slippers lover.

«Ok Coups let's go first!!» - Dino the team leader of the "Lee I know" team began to make decisions and Scoups immediately got into position, it seemed as if the Oldest and Youngest roles had reversed. «Go!- Oh you're bad» - Daisy said teasing the opposing team, seeing that the slipper was not thrown far. «Ah you go then, let's see how good you are!» - Coups began to sulk as usual, pointing his finger at Daisy. «Yes watch and learn, count to 3!» - Daisy picked up the slipper and concentrated on aiming as far as she could. «1...2...3!» - And in a second they were all on the ground in laughter. «I'm so sorry» Daisy came running up to Seungcheol, as she hit him on the head with her throw. But by now it was nothing new for Coups to take blows to the head when recording a GoSe. «Hey! And you thought you were good!»- - «Maybe we'd better change the game before someone ends up in the hospital» - Seungkwan said making everything come together.

«Let's play scarecrow» - Jeonghan was now improvised himself as MC of the game and pulled everyone closer toward an iron bar.

«This is a pull up bar» - Hoshi said and Jeonghan nodded «Listen carefully. Here's the rules: jump from the bar yelling "scare" and then jump three times saying "crow scare crow". If you touch someone you lose. Is everything clear?» - He explained the rules and received a "yes" from everyone.

«Hoshi since you are handy with pull up bars show how it is done» - Mingyu said referring to Spider's choreography and Hoshi, very quickly went on with the game. «I want to do it!» - Daisy said raising her arms to hold on to the bar, and Minghao went behind her to hold her from the sides to help her, but also to make sure that the school skirt she was wearing didn't move. «Can you do it?» - Minghao said before letting her go, and Daisy shook her head up and down intending that she was ready. «Scare!» - Daisy gave herself a push and managed not to fall once she jumped «Crow-Scare-Crow!» she concluded by doing the three jumps and placing herself not too far from the bar, and everyone applauded her [Seventeen love their little Daisy].

«Okay Minghao go next!» - Jeonghan urged since Minghao was behind the bar. «Scare! aaand Crow-Scare» - He made two jumps and he was behind Daisy «Crow!» -He jumped the last one and wrapped his arms behind Daisy's back, giving her a back hug. «Huh?» - Daisy exclaimed taken aback by the action she didn't expect. «Are you stupid?» - Jun pointed at him «Hey Minghao did you understand the rules?»- Jeonghan continued while the two of them were still motionless hugging «I think he figured it out but he prefers Daisy over the game» - Mingyu said making everyone laugh and so Minghao moved putting himself behind Mingyu's back, hiding in embarrassment while Daisy was covering her face with her hands so the blush on her cheeks wouldn't show.

«But I lost too now?» - Daisy recomposed herself again with her head in the clouds. «No» - Jeonghan told her «But he touched me» - «You didn't lose»- Jeonghan insisted «Yes, but Minghao touched me so I lost, right?» - Daisy couldn't understand «Why doesn't anyone listen to what I say! Do whatever the f#ck you want then!» [such harsh words] Jeonghan lost his patience by raising his voice, but no one could keep from laughing and to hear him shouting swear words, even the staff was taken aback. «Hannie oppa, forgive me! My bad! I didn't lose!"» - Daisy gave him a thumbs-up and a wink «Moving onto the next!».

After playing two more games, Seventeen were losing their energy--but also their pants. «Wait a minute guys, my pants just-just ripped» - Vernon covered his butt with a jacket and everyone came up to him. «Really?» - Daisy lifted his jacket to show the rip to the camera «What are you doing you pervert!» - «Just giving Carats some contents!.»

«Why don't we play Green Light Red Light! Jun wanted to play it» - Wonwoo said remembering Best Friend Going Seventeen, «Oh right!» Junhui's eyes lit up «Okay though pose with the choreography of Limbo, please» - Junhui looked just like a happy child, it was the perfect episode for him. «Green Light Red Light!» - He turned to the other 13 all wobbly and posing differently. «Daisy and Minghao come here!» -He pointed to the two «What?!, but I didn't move!» - «I am standing still!» - «You heard me!Come here at least you can hold hands!». «Hey! Wen Junhui be serious!» - Minghao scolded him with a grin on his face. «Is this Going Seventeen or Single's Inferno?».

-> going seventeen.

-> masterlist.

#eisa-core #oc: daisyhwang #seventeen female oc #seventeen 14th member #seventeenxoc #seventeen female member #kpop au #kpop oc #seventeen female addition #seventeen oc #seventeen x reader #seventeen au #14 member of seventeen #seventeen 14th member au #seventeen x oc #kpop added member #kpop addition #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenario #kpop x oc #14th member of seventeen au #14th member of seventeen #fake kpop member #kpop imagines #svt x oc #fictional idol community #seventeen added member #kpop original character #going seventeen

[otakebi-cam-wao]

My idol debut at Chile's Local Idol Fest [out of idol chara]

Setlist:

"Mikan" - Morning Musume

"Osu! Kobushi Tamashii" - Kobushi Factory

"Omatsuri Debut Da Ze!" - OCHA NORMA

First: I'm an idol?

Well, this Sunday 08.10.2023 I debuted with my bestie as idols, kaigai/overseas idols to be specific (think bout the japanese idols not korean please, all different), while we just sing covers at the moment I am actually learning composition and studying jpop as a whole to be able in a, hopefully, close future be able to release our own music.

Using this as a basis, we still can say i'm an idol for kaigai standards.

Second: Our group

Our group is called "Asa Star" (if you translate it it would be Morning Star) i came out with the name as a agnostic who loves stuff about angels and devils/demons, and well, "Lucifer Morning Star" was the most beautiful angel and God's right hand until he was banned from heaven and became the devil, the fallen angel. And we do relate a bit to an angel and devil (me devil) and can fit a thematic with it. (This group has a lot of lore and it will be develouped as well)

Our stage names follow the theme with a mix of our own names' meanings.

Me being: Giseishan (as using a lot of translators Gisei means sacrifice, and Giseisha means sacrificer, the n at the end it's for cutesy; and my name's meaning is "the one who makes sacrifices")

My bestie being: Jun-chan (one of the many kanjis that you can read as Jun means purity, and my friend's names means "the pure and beautiful one")

It's totally fiting to the theme right?

Originally tho, we formed in september 2019, and debuted at an online event in december 2021.

Third: The effort

You can guess it wasn't easy at all, we had a bad luck strike for a while, which i won't really talk bout.

But the moment we saw this oportunity, I, as the one who actually works editing anything sound related, started to create setlist options, i'd lie if i say we didn't have close friends' help tho.

I also recorded harmonies and background vocals for this instrumental and it wouldn't be so flat, and also have some guides to follow.

Besides that we actually rehearsaled twice together, mostly because we don't dance, friend has a bit of disability that doesn't let her. (yes, you can be an idol even if you have any kind of disabilities, you can look at Kamen Joshi's Igari Tomoka) but mostly to check up our harmonies and we some key movements on stage between our whole improvisation)

Must say as well, that while my bestie did the "manager" stuff of applying to the event, asking a lot of stuff... While i made technical stuff, and i also dessigned our outfits (made by a neighbour tho)

Four: The Debut!

So the big day arrived, the costumes done just the night before but fitting and all. Nervousness and excitement. We went to the event, met friends, did the soundcheck, fixing make up and hair at the dressing rooms. All ready, and we went on stage after the respective groups before us, we had the crowd cheering us, tbh they waited for us for a couple of years, but they were excited, sadly, at the first chorus in our last song the audio was cut, i tried to keep going acapella, till i heard the next group's track... i couldn't, they played it again, it failed... We got on stand by in case we were able to fix it, we were, so like an hour later we were able to finish the performance. And every one cheered us A LOT, i like to think we went back even stronger.

That in a way tho, i'm happy about this, tho i'm very self critical, i got ahead of my lines in the first song twice, i forgot some lines tho i grasped them midway, i bumped on my friend once... We also lacked of a eyecatching performance.

My friend is more self critical (she really didn't like the performance on her side) because her mic got too low (they changed her mic), she sang some parts out of tune (not badly tho, and also not weird with the same japanese idols, we love some that are even tone deaf)...

She got to cry on stage when our last song got cut by technical problems... And got extremely frustrated between and after our performances (still tbh, she went on an undefined hiatus cuz she doesn't want to come back unless she can deliver a better performance)... I still think it was nice as it was basically her first time performing, i did some stuff years ago at school on the other hand.

Anyways it will get better, that's what i think the next time it will be better, we just need to practice more, be critical and try not to be self destructive!

That's all. Those are my thoughts i think

Now some pics tho i feel a bit weird bout sharing them here

#idol #j idol #kaigai idols #overseas idol #utattemita #voice cover #idol cover #japanese idols #net idols #Youtube #am i ranting? idk #giseishan

[raartblog]

PUNK PLAYS PIANO

Fandom: Infamous IF

The piano in the green room was old, and the circular stains littering the cabinet's finish suggest that it spent much of its life here as a shelf for iced drinks and ashtrays. Running a hand over the rough wood of the cover, Tao could feel the years it witnessed as glorified furniture. It wasn't hard to imagine countless moments of drunken jamming, the hollow sound of hands slapping the wood out of frustration, a convenient surface for momentary lovers. A melancholy tune where no one else can hear. The piano stands still, aging and stoic in front of faceless musicians shuffling in and out, rising and falling. 

Feeling a prickle of self-consciousness at the back of his throat, Tao looks around. The green room door sits ajar as the rest of OMOGO deposit their bags and quickly shuffle off to sort their instruments by the stage, their chattering an indistinct buzz of excitement that soon fades to silence. 

The last time Tao played the piano was three years ago. 

It felt a bit raw, to be recording an album so soon after Seven's departure. The band needed time to come up with three more songs to replace the ones Seven took with him, but it didn't seem like the others needed as much time as Tao did. All of his words seemed dammed up somewhere in his brain. He could feel them, wriggling like fish, squirming to be free, but guilt froze his hand. The next one, he promised himself. I'll be okay on the next one. Like he could take two steps to the left and look out a different window to a different world. 

Even so, three weeks after, two days before recording, the band struggled to agree on an album intro. "We can improvise," Rowan argued. "Just jam out in the studio and come up with something cool!"

Iris disagreed. "We need as much time as we can get to record the songs that are actually written. We've barely had time to practice Purist or Karma Won—"

"Nope!" Devyn piped up, "It's Go, Gone now." Go, Gone, previously known as Karma Won, previously known as Pit Fire, which had ousted Patricia, was the most recent of the batch. It was a good song, but it was suffering from an identity crisis similar to its titling problem.

"Either way," Iris continued, rolling her eyes, "we need to settle on a final sound for the two of them, and this is our last practice we can all make before our studio time, and we've got to get it done in that one slot."

"Our songs are good!" Jazzy chimed in. "The whole thing is cohesive enough, we don't need to be cinematic about it." 

Rowan stood firm. "It's our third album, guys! We've got our sound figured out, not to mention the fact that we need to start pushing the envelope a little, y'know? Back me up, Tao!" Tao blinked, not expecting to be roped in.

"Um. I dunno." He grimaced at his own hesitancy, choosing instead to pick at a loose thread in his sleeve.

"Tao agrees with me," Rowan said, turning back to the others.

"Tao!" Iris protested. 

Tao puffed a breath. Seven had written the album intro, and in Tao's opinion especially, nothing they had come up with really had that synergy they were looking for.

"Does anyone have any ideas for an intro now?" he grinds out.

The band looked around at each other, mumbling. Iris put her hands on her hips and glowered at Rowan's triumphant grin.

"Yeah!" he said, throwing an arm over Tao's shoulder and trying to swing his legs up so Tao would catch him in a bridal carry. "Let's just get the ones we know out of the way quick, and we can totally figure out Go, Gone. Jazzy n' Dev can get together and finish it up, and the rest of us'll just follow their leads! Tao, c'mon! Hold me!" he whined. Tao allowed it, hefting Rowan's bulk up into his arms. Then he turned and dumped Rowan out on the garage couch. He vanished into a pile of coats accumulated over years of careless tosses with a dismayed wail.

As everyone filtered out of Devyn's garage for the night, a light pressure appeared on Tao's shoulder. Devyn popped around his side soon after. They always reminded him of a pet mouse. Quick, small, something always twinkling in her eyes, though its anyone's guess as to what. A pink mouse. The thought made the corner of Tao's mouth quirk up. 

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Devyn said, a teasing lilt to her voice as she bundled another sweater around her shoulders. The October air had chilled considerably in the early darkness.

Tao shook his head. "What's up?"

"I just…" Devyn sighed. The quick exhalation caused Tao's stomach to twist. There have been a lot of little talks like this, and they never fail to make him like he has to curl up into a protective shell. "I know stuff with… y'know, figuring out new songs and stuff has been tough. It's been tough on all of us."

"I know."

"I don't want to rehash anything. I don't. But I think it'll be good for you to come up with something. It doesn't have to be a whole idea-- like Rowan said, we'll play around and figure it out together. But. Y'know. It might help." The suggestion took that curling feeling inside of Tao's stomach and threw it over his entire body. His shoulder hunched, and it took everything to shove his hands in his coat pockets instead of wrapping them over his chest like he'd been shot. "Tao?" Devyn's brows scrunched together as they took in his reaction. Worry on their face was tough to look at. 

"Yeah," he choked out, cloudy breath hissing out of his nose as he took another, steadier breath. "Yeah. Maybe."

The creative spark never found him in the days coming up to the studio time, not that Tao could bring himself to even go looking for it. Even in the studio, where there was usually an intense energy and excitement, Tao found himself struggling to shake the rising dread as they recorded song after song. They all seemed to come so easily in anticipation for the most difficult moments of the day. The early momentum that had them high-fiving and running back and forth between booths to hear the mix died quickly like a smear on asphalt as they reached Go, Gone, re-named for the final time to Geraldine. 

After Tao's ninth take, Jazzy leaned over and clicks the comm. "You're not listening to me," she said, spinning a drumstick between her fingers in frustration. "It's too angry."

"I'm basically singing about wanting to mutually eat shit and die," Tao snapped. "How else am I supposed to interpret that?"

"You gotta–" Jazzy made a wavy motion at him through the window with her hand. Tao copied it, bewildered. "Y'know!"

"I don't know! What the fuck does that mean? You-you want me to build up to it?"

"No– I mean, yes, but– um." She rubbed her face with her free hand, the drumstick spinning around in the other faster and faster. "Fuck. It's like. It's angry, but it's not angry. It's... it's the 'drowning' part."

"What about it?"

"I don't think it's working anymore."

"Fucking– Anymore?" 

The drumstick smacks on the table. "I don't fucking know! Chill out and give me a second!"

"Whoa, whoa, guys!" Rowan stepped in, hands up and a pleading smile on his face. "Why don't we take five?"

Devyn was quick to agree over Jazzy's mumbled swearing. "I could use a snack!"

"No, I've got this," Tao bit back, shaking his head and the lyric sheet. He wanted to crumple it up in his hands and wring the words out. 

"If you had it, it would've been done," Iris drawled. "We've been working on Geraldine alone for three hours. It's way past time for a break."

Tao groaned and ripped the headphones off his head. She had a point. They all knew Geraldine was going to be a mess. Even so, Tao couldn't help feeling like missing the mark every time was becoming a personal failure.

There's a ka-chunk as Rowan pushed open the heavy door to the recording space. Tao turned his back, preferring to see the neutral soundproofing rather than someone's face. "Heeeeey, Tao. You coming?"

"Give me a sec," Tao shot over his shoulder.

"'Kay. I'll grab you some Haribo-bo's from the vending machine."

Tao gritted his teeth. "Thanks." Despite his frustration, he couldn't help the glimmer of affection for his friend. "You can have a couple of mine."

"Ohhh, buddy, don't tempt me," Rowan sniggered as he closed the door behind him.

Silence.

Tao squeezed his eyes shut. When that wasn't enough, he pressed his palms against his eye sockets, letting weird patterns and shadows dance in the dark. 

"Fuuuucccckkkkingggg shiiiiit," he groaned. "Fuck!" Releasing his hands, he blinked around the space. He glanced over the drums, the collection of guitars and basses hanging off the wall, over Iris's keyboard, his vision skittering around and around. A song like Geraldine he could usually knock out with ease. Angry songs, songs that shouted to push down the tears, they were his bread and butter. He had the voice, the look, the feeling, all of it. This sort of trouble should have happened with a song like Purist, a devoted love song with long, sustained notes scattered throughout, but he had delivered it in two takes. It was different from their usual fare, but Devyn and Iris were fucking inspired with that one.

Eventually, his eyes land on the grand piano. They had pushed it into a corner out of the way, but it was so big that it still took up a large portion of the room.

It always seemed to surprise people when Tao revealed his classical training—not that he made it easy for them to figure out. After all, he grew out of the clean, delicate form of a classical pianist long ago, much to his mother's chagrin. She despaired constantly about his piercings and tattoos, cried that he had ruined his future and reputation in favor of looking like a thug— even now, she refused to be seen with him in public. It only hurt a little. But he was tall. Scary-looking. His hands were large. He remembers being excited in high school for when they got large enough to comfortably play Lizst. Seven teasingly called him a virgin nerd when he talked about it. 

Tao shook the thought from his head. 

The piano was white. A little too stylish for the rest of the studio, but Tao didn't really care. He pressed a random key, expecting the near-painful twang of untuned strings. But the sound was clear. Almost instinctively, his hand played a chord to follow the note. Then another, until he found himself stuck on a D-flat. It felt familiar. Lazily, he plunked his ring finger against an A-flat. 

The comforting form of Chopin's Prelude no. 15 rose from the wandering notes. When he was younger he often returned to it when he was bored of scales and warmups but reluctant to move on to whatever new piece needed attention. Seven used to sit in the same room during his practice time, humming idly along while doing his homework. 

The repetition of the A-flat grounded him. He never got away from feeling like a fish laid out on the sun-baked rocks when on stage. Even after years of recitals, then onto performing with his band, the feeling never went away. It just became easier to push through. 

Chopin's wife, George Sand, called the piece "Raindrop." A peaceful name. Another story claims it was written in a panicked haze after Chopin had a nightmare where he was drowning.

 Tao could imagine it as his hands fell to C-sharp minor. A feeling of viscosity seemed to take over the sound, like Tao's head was being plunged underwater. He continued playing, pushing his hands through roiling water to strike at the keys. He knows this piece. And he could feel himself committing a violence to it as he bruised the keys. As the crescendo crashes, he's supposed to come up for air. The gentle plunking of the rain as a prelude to the sun returning. There's no coming up for air this time. He feels the energy weaken as the chords, still dark and stormy, wander into something else. He's improvising now. It sounded like the dull thunder of a heartbeat in his ears as he sunk deeper and deeper into the depths. It sounded like a funeral march. 

"Keep playing like that, bud," Rowan murmured next to him. His guitar was already slung over his shoulder, his fingers finding their places on her neck. Devyn was nearby, doing the same on their bass. Jazzy was settled in her drummer's seat, nodding to Iris as she found her way to her keyboard. "I think we've got something we can work with for the intro."

-----

"Tao." Orion's sharp voice jerks Tao back to the present. "What are you doing in here?" The shape of a cameraman passes by Orion's bulk, following another band as they bundle past in the hallway. Tao sniffs, masking the sudden jolt of embarrassment and fear with a reflexive scowl.

"Drugs," he drawls.

Orion narrows his eyes, his laser-like gaze making Tao stiffen even further. "Get ready for the sound check in five," he says after a moment. "The rest of the band is already getting ready. Don't be late." Not waiting for an answer, he vanishes, leaving the door ajar.

Alone again, Tao turns back to the ratty upright piano. The cover creaks as he raises it slightly, just enough to slip his right hand under and depress a key. It sounds like shit. Only the keys in the higher range seem to have any tune to them anymore. It had been three years since he played the piano. He feels the ache, but he couldn't bring himself to stretch his fingers out. 

In the back of his mind, a memory of a simple tune forms. Quietly, to himself, he plays a lullaby. Once, twice, until he forces himself to close the cover and face the growing noise of the stage. 

(He doesn't notice a shadow in the doorway duck out of sight just before he turns.)

Songs referenced: Chopin Prelude Opus 28 No. 15 "Raindrop" Chuck Manginone -- "Lullaby" (the first theme)

#i'm very new to charcoal pls forgive me #infamous if #infamous oc #fanfic #oc: tao yi #i also don't write very much so uhhh

[sevarix-blogs]

today i have a different kind of piece for you all. it is by an american composer!

Scott Joplin is well known today for his ragtime music. but back in 1900, he was still pretty unknown. in fact, he had submitted his work to a publisher many times and got rejected each time. but one day he was in the Maple Leaf bar, in the back room just playing around on a piano. and the publisher guy happened to hear it. (granted, he didn't realize it was joplin or really know who joplin was, but joplin knew who HE was).

anyway he talked to Joplin and was like 'hey man that music is sick' (jk he didn't actually say that they didn't talk like that back then). but anyway he complimented the music and was like 'i want to publish this! bc i love it!' and joplin was like literally just improvising. but he knew this was his Big Chance. so he was all like 'oh yes this is my piece!! my piece called uh. the uh. Maple Leaf Rag!'

and the publisher published it!!!!! and it sold over a MILLION copies!!!! which is INCREDIBLE bc this was before recorded music was a thing. no one knew what it sounded like until they saw the sheet music/sight read/played it/heard someone else play it/etc.

anyway after that, Joplin became famous. and even today is known as the King of Ragtime! (the Entertainer is one such work you might be familiar with). but i really like the Maple Leaf Rag. it is just happy and pleasant. kinda reminds me of old cartoons.

also, Jopin was born in texas!!! a texan composer!!!!! idk i just think that's Neat.

#var rambles about classical music #Youtube

[saffronjades]

Silent Studio

The man behind the camera.

An often underappreciated role in the porn industry, but I play the part perfectly.

There's a lot that goes into framing the models in just the right way. Is it an art? Is it a science? I like to think it's a little of both. It isn't just about what would be most appealing to the viewer or your own eyes - You are taking part in a dance with the model. As they move around, you pan, flip, and zoom to compliment their actions. A good scene makes you forget the cameraman even exists in the room.

This particular session was our first with Grace. A pseudonym - One she picked out so that she can advertise herself as "Gassy Grace." I had recorded for all sorts of fetishes, but this was my first time on the set of a fart porno. Seeing some of her past work, I could see that she farted like a machine - Long, bassy blasts, usually with her male colleague Dave receiving them directly onto his face. For our session, the storyline was that Dave had embarrassed Grace in front of her friends, and she was to punish him with facesitting farts.

At least, that's what was supposed to happen.

The cameras had been stopped for 45 minutes. It was the third time we had to cut the session entirely - 2 and a half hours we had been trying, but Grace couldn't get any gas out.

The session began with a very small poot. *rrt* - Not into Dave's face, but as a playful warning to him before she mounted his face. I noticed how small the release had been, and gave a look to the sound engineer, Lili. She gave a thumbs up, telling me it was picked up by the mic.

*Perfect, no need to cut and try again.*

As Grace mounted Dave's face, she spoke. Due to the unpredictability of gas, a lot of what happens is only partly scripted - The scene itself is written, but the dialogue is just guided.

"I got a big one coming, open up."

*fff*

A short, airy breeze came out. Grace looked disappointed, "Fuck! Where's my gas?" She stood up as she spoke.

"Cut," the director yelled, "Grace, you okay?"

"Yeah, just not feeling gassy right now," she massaged her belly slightly, "it'll come back, though."

The director thought for a moment. "Shall we take 5?"

We had a 5-minute break whilst Grace did some stretches to try and get things moving around.

When we started filming again, still nothing. A lot of great improvised dirty talk, but all the footage unusable from a lack of farts.

We took another 5-minute break. This time, the break turned into 10 minutes. Then half-an-hour. Then 45 minutes.

Everybody was being patient, but it began to feel like we may have to reschedule the session for another day. Grace just couldn't seem to get any gas to come out.

Dave went off to use the bathroom, and we were all chatting whilst we waited for him to return. Grace was laughing with us about the spicy beans she had eaten for lunch, a dish she says always does the trick.

Suddenly, her smile disappears, as her eyes widen with excitement. She grabbed her stomach and bent forward slightly.

"Guys, guys, I've got a big one."

"Holy shit, places everyone," the director yelled, "Dave! Dave? Where's Dave?"

Everybody looked at each other for an explanation, but nobody had an answer.

"Probably in the bathroom still," I spoke up.

"I can't keep this in," Grace looked a little panicked now, "it'll either come out or fade away."

The director looked panicked now, too. We didn't have enough footage, and needed more. "There must be something we can do," he spoke as he paced around. He laughed slightly as he continued, "I mean, any volunteers for a last minute replacement?"

"Wait," Grace spoke, now squatting on the floor trying to hold her fart in, "you're joking, but it could work. Anybody?"

Nobody volunteered.

"It was worth a try," Grace looked at the ground, "I think I'm gonna just let this out now if we want a shot of me farting alone."

"I'll do it," I spoke up.

Like it was an urgent mission, I marched into the centre of the set, and laid down. The camera was already aligned and framed for this part of the room.

"Are you sure?" Grace asked kindly.

I nodded.

I watched as my vision became nothing but her ass. Her cheeks touching my face, with my nose between. I could see her butthole, closed tightly, keeping the air from escaping.

"Action!" The director yelled.

"You've always wanted this, haven't you?" Grace got a final few words out before letting go of her core muscles, "You've secretly always wanted this."

I know it was part of the scene. But she wasn't wrong. I have always wanted this.

*BRrrrrRRRRRarPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*

A huge 5-second long fart blasted into my face. The smell was overwhelming, as my eyes watered a little.

*BBrrrrrrrrrrrp*

Grace moaned as she let more out.

"Yeah, take it all. Sniff it all up, I don't want any of the smell to reach me."

She really knew how to improvise.

*PRrrrrrrttttt*

This was supposed to be my character's hell, but I didn't play the part - This was my heaven.

"Take my disgusting farts, this is what you deserve!"

*bllpbllpbllpbllpbllpbllp*

A bubbly one shook across my face. I could feel the bubbles of air ripple between my skin and hers.

*fffffffff*

A long, silent fart slithered out of her. I watched her butthole as it opened wider, allowing the gas to hiss from her ass. The smell was the most rancid of them all.

I felt her legs tense around my sides, as her hands dug into my legs. A loud grunt as her core tightened.

*prrrrpprpprprppppptpprptptppprppppprpptptpttttttt*

10 seconds? 15 seconds? 20? I don't remember. I just remember the feeling - The warmth spreading across my face and neck. The aroma entering my nostrils and going deep inside of me - I could feel the back of my throat tingling from the stench. She moaned as the fart escaped her, probably feeling a wave of relief.

"I think that's all I got for now," she spoke as she stood up and checked on me, "you okay back there?"

"Yeah, I'm okay."

I lied. I was more than okay.

"Good, because we'll need you for the next scene. We can't swap actors halfway through," Grace laughed.

"We need to re-record the intro with you, too," the director chimed in, "no farts are needed there, so we can do it now whilst we wait for more."

"Sure," I spoke, trying to bring myself back to reality.

*This is where I needed to be.*

#eproctophilia #fart #fart kink #farting #farts #gassy #gassy farts #gassy girl #girl farts #girl farting #girl fart #woman farts #women farting #woman farting #girls farting #stinky #smelly #stink #smell