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At the Risk of Being a Weiner
Hello all, Musie here!
Just a super quick announcement- I am insanely thankful and lucky to have so many wonderful people supporting me! Don't think this post is me denying that.
But, I've started to get more asks and messages that make me uncomfortable and I need to say something now instead of simmering in the discomfort. I'm saying this because I had a lot of issues with people ignoring my boundaries and making me extremely uncomfortable in the past, which is part of what made me decide to take my hiatus.
Please don't ignore me when I say that I'm uncomfortable or dislike something. Please don't actively encourage someone to do something that makes me uncomfortable because you want them to do it. Please don't rewrite my fic or ask me to change things to your preferences. Please don't encourage people to do that. Please don't randomly send me gory or potentially triggering topics without a warning. Please don't be rude and demand that I update my fic.
I AM NOT MAD AT ANYONE. I'm not punching the wall Kyle style. I'm setting some ground rules for my sanity's sake so I don't lose it and go back into hiding. Generally I feel really terrible about being anything beyond a doormat and I feel like a bitch for even saying this stuff but when coming online is beginning to make me uncomfortable again I have to speak up.
Thank ya thank ya.
#I like being silly but I have boundaries y'all#y'all are cool and I love you just please remember that I am a person behind the screen not just a content farm#musie musings
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BOYS
ITS DONE
tumblr is prolly gonna rip the quality to shreds but WHATEVS
BEHOLD, THE BOYS AS THE MUSES!!!
feat. race being the amazing queen he is, crutchie being not entirely sure what race is on abt, spot having the absolute time of his life, and albert thinking he's the bee's knees.
i couldnt decide what adaptation to make them, so i just made them as all our pfps are :)
anywhizzle, tagging because they asked me to, @watch-me-stand-watch-me-run, @toffyrats, @newsiesfixation
i based their dresses off of the muses from the movie, but the girls' dresses were white and you really think race would be that boring? no sir.
do not ask me why crutchies crutch is blue. its his party crutch. mmhmm.
#tracked time on this piece was 4 hours and 45 minutes :')#i love it tho<3#newsies#92sies#livesies#uksies#spot conlon#racetrack higgins#crutchie morris#albert dasilva#im so friggin proud of this lol#disney's hercules#the muses#you have no idea how fun it was to draw max casella in a dress#UPDATE: MY BROTHER CHRISTENED THEM AS#MUSIES#like#muses#it makes sense to us ok#but yes musies is now a thing.#eel draws things!
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🚨 What's your favorite sitcom? What show should I make bookish memes for next?
#bookish musings#book memes#book meme#brooklyn 99#brooklyn nine nine#rosa diaz#musi#books#reading#batty about books#battyaboutbooks
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Max Jägerman (MUSE)
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Gender: Cis Man
Faceclaim: Will Branner
Max is a person with an incredibly large superiority complex, he views himself almost like a god that is superior to all his peers though is self-aware enough to know that he's going to peak in highschool. Due to his status as the star quarterback of his school's football team, Max has a lot of power at the school and abuses it in order to make others lives miserable as he's able to get away with bullying and beating up his classmates. However, Max is acutely aware that this power is limited to his time at Hatchetfield High and believes that his life 'will be over' once he graduates. As a result of this, Max puts up a facade of power while he can but deep down Max is deeply insecure and unsure of himself as a result of the verbal abuse he gets from his father and often channels this insecurity into his bullying. Max is truly someone who is actually deeply alone in the world due to the facade of popularity and anger he puts up and as a result is genuinely touched when people go out of their way to do something for him.
Following his death, Max becomes consumed by his rage. He loses all other wants and desires other than his need for revenge against those that killed him and all people who would do the same sort of thing. Despite this rage, he still is just an insecure barely adult teenager and lets his facade down as a ghost from time to time, showing how deeply alone he is and how much he yearns for any personal connection. His pre-existing feelings of insecurity is further exacerbated by the fact that he knows that nobody mourned for him and in fact everyone is much happier now that he's gone.
#musies#nerdy prudes must die#nerdy prudes spoilers#starkid#hatchetfield#hatchetverse#muse: max jägerman#hatchetfield rp#hatchetverse rp#indie rp#uh oh another ghost for my folder of ghosts
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trick or treat! 🍭
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Part of me HATES that THIS is just my KAEYA interacting with Diluc but also at the same time its such a ‘Kaeya’ response I’m McDYING here--
“What is this? Diluc calling me his sibling?
It must be my birthday-- or has Diluc finally started drinking wine?”
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Midnight Muse (Part 23)
Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]
Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 3,470
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19] [Part 20] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Masterlist]
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“So…” Feyre trails off and your gaze slides to hers in the mirror from where you’re brushing on blush. Your first date with Azriel is tonight and you haven't been able to focus on anything all day. “You and Azriel?”
“Yeah,” you respond softly, trying to fight the smile that’s tugging at your lips. She already knows the news since she’d come back home this morning with Rhys in tow, trying to get you to come out for breakfast with them. When they saw Azriel padding out of your room shirtless, her jaw almost hit the floor. She was sputtering like a child and her boyfriend helped her get her bearings, violet eyes glittering as he grinned at Azriel. You had shrugged at each other as Rhysand guided Feyre back out the door with a cheerful goodbye. “Azriel and I.” Her brown brows are still furrowed and you don’t like that look, swiveling around in the mirror to face her. “Is it that crazy of a concept? I feel like this kind of thing happens all of the time.”
“In movies,” Cassian pipes up, exclaiming. He’s sitting on your bed next to your best friend, having invited himself over an hour ago.
You eye him. “What are you doing here again, Cass? Shouldn’t you be hyping Az up or something?”
“Nah, he has Rhys for that,” he winks over at Feyre who only raises her eyebrows in response. “I’m here because I’m seeing you off tonight.”
“You’re not my dad,” you scoff, fishing in your makeup bag for your mascara.
“But I’d let you call me that anytime, (Y/N),” he jokes and you shake your head fondly at him.
“I’m sure Azriel is going to love to hear that you’ve been flirting again.”
Cassian hugs one of your pillows to his chest, flipping through a book that you left on the table beside your bed. You wonder if he’ll find the page Azriel bookmarked for you when he’d been flipping through it, saying he’d slipped in a cheeky note for you to find along with the naughty passage. “He knows what I’m about. And if he feels threatened, that’s on him. I can just remind him of all of the times he used to—” The ringing of his phone cuts off his sentence and he slides it from his pocket, checking the caller before answering, murmuring a quiet hello down the line.
He frowns and you cock your head, watching intently. It’s not a face you think you’ve ever seen Cassian do seriously, and the way that his body tenses, you wonder who could be on the other line.
“Yeah, I’m on my way,” he says finally, hanging up the phone and springing up from your bed. He tosses the pillow back to the head of the bed and strides towards the door, a concerning pull to his eyebrows that has Feyre calling out to him as he makes for the door.
“Everything okay, Cassian?”
“I, uh—yeah, everything’s fine. I have to go,” he says but his mind is already in another place. “See you later.”
You and Feyre share a look in the mirror.
“So much for seeing me off.”
She grins at you, sliding off of your bed to join you in front of the mirror. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here to do that.”
“Thanks,” you laugh, capping the mascara and putting it away. Leaning back a little, you admire your makeup in the mirror. “So, how are you and Rhys doing?”
You feel like you haven’t spent much time with Feyre lately, with her busy with her boyfriend and you busy with yours. Your boyfriend, the words have you giddy. You and Azriel are officially a couple now and everything feels right. There are no more late nights spent trying to get him to shut his music off or glaring at him when his eyes wander your way. Now, your nights are spent talking and kissing and touching. Lots and lots of touching.
Your heart stutters happily in your chest.
Feyre sighs dreamily. “He’s so great. I’m really glad we decided to move here this year, (Y/N).”
“Me too,” you grin stupidly at her and the both of you break out in giggles. “Fey, will you help me pick out some jewelry?”
Azriel told you to dress casually, something with jeans because somehow he convinced you to get back on that death-trap he holds so dear to his heart. It’s a sunny afternoon out, no clouds in sight, and it eases you slightly that you won’t have to ride it in the rain again, no matter how much you enjoyed being pressed up against him.
Now that you’re Azriel’s girlfriend, you’re free to press up against him whenever you want.
Naked, too.
“Here,” she says, hooking a necklace around your neck. She clasps it for you and you can’t help but stare at the blue gem that sits at the base of your neck, glittering in the light. It looks good, you think.
“Is it weird to be nervous?” you ask, playing with the pendent. “We’ve already had sex but I’m still feel all jittery.”
“Being nervous is completely normal,” Feyre answers, patting you on the shoulder. “You have to promise to tell me all about it when you get home.”
“I will,” you shoo her playfully, “I promise.”
You and Feyre chat lightly as you wait and it helps ease your nerves a little. She tells you about how excited she is about Halloween and asks if you think the both of you could convince the three boys next door to do a group costume with you. Cassian’s already been bragging about the insane pre-game party he throws every year before a night out at the bars, and you know you can easily get him on board.
A knock at the door sends your nerves skyrocketing again. You smooth down your shirt as Feyre rounds the corner to open the door, crossing her arms over her chest like a stern mother meeting her daughter's boyfriend for the first time.
She squeals when the door swings open to Rhysand on the other side. He laughs, sweeping her into his arms and guiding her backwards in his hug.
Your breath leaves your body at the sight of Azriel. He looks effortlessly handsome, his hair fingered through with a little gel even though he knows it’s going to be messed up from his helmet. His golden eyes gleam, crinkling at the corners with a smile when he catches your gaze.
He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt but wears his leather jacket over it, the same one he had wrapped around your shoulders that night you spent in the rain. It’s pulled tight across his shoulders but he doesn’t seem to mind because the worn leather is comfortable.
Of course, he has his dark jeans on, and you catch his riding gloves peeking out of his pocket.
You move to him like a moth to a flame, eagerly accepting the kiss he bends down to give you.
“You look amazing,” he breathes against your lips, never able to part from you. Never wanting to part from you.
“Thank you, you look very handsome,” you compliment, holding him close by the flaps of his jacket.
“Ready to go?” he asks, and you nod eagerly, turning to say goodbye to Feyre and Rhys, who has his arms wrapped around her as they watch the two of you, grinning like fools.
“Where’s Cassian?” Rhysand asks, looking around the room. “I figured he’d be all up in Azriel’s business right now, playing the part.”
Feyre shrugs, answering. “We don’t know. He got a phone call and left right after.” Azriel and Rhys share a look that you can’t make out before Feyre’s continuing, sternly, “Don’t keep her out too late.” She points a finger at Azriel. He looks like he’s trying his best to stop himself from rolling his eyes and you stifle your laugh in the crook of your arm.
“Yes, ma’am,” he salutes, “See ya, Rhysie. Don’t have sex too loud tonight. Or on the couch.”
Rhysand only smirks in response. “Why? Is it your turn?”
Feyre smacks his chest and you drag Azriel out of the apartment before she can go at her boyfriend for that joke. You’ve all heard worse before from Cassian, so the quip rolls off of your shoulders easily…aaaand now you’re thinking about fucking Azriel on the couch.
“If we fuck on any couch, it’s going to be yours,” you comment as you step onto the elevator with him. Their couch is both bigger and comfier. You wouldn’t let Azriel suffer on your cheap, navy couch that you and Feyre got for a bargain.
��Fantasizing about fucking me on my couch, princess?” Azriel hums, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. The elevator feels almost stifling with the heat between you two, his eyes glittering with interest. “We can definitely make that fantasy come true. Do you have any others I should know about?”
“No,” you answer all too quickly, and you try not to think too hard about the intrigue that flares in his gold eyes. “How about you?” you aim the question back at Azriel as the elevator comes to a stop on the first floor, doors creaking open slowly.
You can feel his gaze on your face as he studies you, and he doesn’t answer until you’ve left the building, Azriel holding the door open for you. “No,” he answers, but you know it’s a lie.
It sparks interest in you, and when you cut him a glance from the corner of your eye, he’s smirking.
Two can play at this game, apparently.
Azriel shrugs out of his jacket and you’re taken back to the night when he’d given you a ride home in the storm as he helps you into it, admiring you in the loved leather before he tugs you closer. The smell of him is intoxicating to your senses and you don’t even care that the soon to be setting sun is warmer than usual because being encompassed in his jacket makes your heart flutter.
You’re pressed all up against his front and Azriel can’t help himself but to grin along with you, dipping his head down for one more kiss. He chuckles as your lips chase his, pressing up into him on your tiptoes to follow. Azriel plucks one of the helmets strapped to the back of his motorcycle and helps you into it with the promises of more kisses to follow throughout the night.
You have to squeeze your thighs together when he shoves his own helmet over that dark hair of his. He looks hot as fuck standing there with his tattoos on display, peeking out from under the sleeves of his shirt and creeping up his neck. Said t-shirt clings tightly to his chest as if he’s worn it because he knows what it does to you, and you follow the lines down his long body to his tight waist.
“Earth to princess,” Azriel calls, rapping on your helmet with his knuckles. You startle from your ogling, glaring up at him. The crinkles around his eyes and the shaking of his shoulders are clear signs of his amusement, and you can’t resist that blush that stains your cheeks. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah,” you answer, but it’s a bit muffled from the helmet. Azriel helps you on his bike and when you’re settled behind him, he takes your hands and pulls them tight around his waist.
“Hold on tight,” Azriel reminds you and your heart picks up its pace at both the proximity of your boyfriend and the fact that you’ve somehow allowed him to talk you into getting on the damned thing again. You tighten your thighs around his waist, wiggling even closer to him to make sure you’ve got a firm hold, and he groans like a man shot. “You keep grinding up against me like that, princess, and we’re going to go right back upstairs to that couch.”
That doesn’t sound so bad, you think. You don’t have to endure a nerve-wracking ride on the motorcycle where all you’ll be able to think about is how much your body might slide if you fall and you’d get to see Azriel’s pretty dick.
As if sensing the direction of your thoughts, Azriel takes off without another warning. You squeak softly, squeezing your eyes shut tight as he pulls away from the building.
You’re pretty sure he can feel the pounding of your heart against his back because at the first stop sign his hands come down to trace the length of your thighs, reassuring you with his touch. It helps settle you some, enough to peek your eyes open and watch the houses pass you by.
At some point in the ride, you actually find yourself enjoying it, muscles relaxing but your body still pressed in tightly to Azriel. You’re enjoying the feeling of the wind on your skin, pulling at your clothes and the feeling of Azriel’s warmth seeping through your front. You can understand how he feels so at ease like this, like a bat swooping through the night sky.
You arrive a few towns over where Azriel parks against a curb. It’s an artsy looking town, murals covering the sides of brick buildings, colorful storefronts calling to you left and right. The streets are bright from the streetlights and filled with laughter and a positive aura that stirs excitement in you, even more so when Azriel takes your hand.
“You okay?” He asks, a touch of concern flushing through those golden eyes. “The ride wasn’t too rough, was it?”
You shake your head, smirking up at him. “I’ve had rougher.”
He snorts, tugging you into him for a hug because your body pressed all hot up against his wasn’t enough. Azriel walks you down a block and down a pair of stairs. The walls are filled with graffiti and you look around in wonder while Azriel checks in with the young looking boy behind the counter.
He finds you, head tilted and eyebrows furrowed as you try and discern the oddly shaped letters painted on the wall before you. You have no idea what the word is supposed to say, it’s bright red coloring stark against the deep teal wall it’s painted on.
“Here you go.” Azriel hands you coveralls and you scrunch your face in confusion. He has his own pair, a deep navy, and in his free hand he holds two respirators.
“What’s all this for?” you ask, examining the beige jumpsuit he’s handed you. It’s clean and fresh, so you won’t complain.
“We’re spray painting,” Azriel answers almost sheepishly. At his tentative tone you look up, and you nearly grin. His cheeks are filled with warmth and you think this is the closest you’ve ever seen him to bashful.
“We are?” you ask, eager all of a sudden. You know it’s something Azriel said that he, Rhysand, and Cassian have fooled around with, and you’ve always enjoyed seeing the many tags and artwork created on buildings and trains. You even researched Bansky for one of your high school papers, finding his reasoning behind his works vastly intriguing, but you’ve never tried the medium yourself. “This is going to be fun!”
Azriel’s shoulders droop in relief. He hadn’t been one hundred percent confident in this choice for a date, but he thought dinner at a restaurant wouldn’t be enough to impress you and that going to see a movie was much too cliche.
He smiles softly, reveling in the excitement in your eyes. “I think so too.”
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“Where do you get your inspiration from?” you ask Azriel, voice sounding muffled through the mask as you watch him paint a long, black line down the wall. The fan’s in the room are loud so you have to shout. You’d seemed nervous when you stepped into the room, cans of spray paint littered around the floor, the walls filled with intimidating artwork that you hardly had the heart to paint over, but now you’re most definitely enjoying yourself.
Azriel had been a reassurance from the get-go, explaining that everyone who booked time here comes in knowing that whatever they paint is going to be gone when the next guests arrive, so there’s no pressure to put on yourself, only to have fun.
And it is fun, getting a feeling for the can in your hand, how hard to press, how far to hold the can from the wall. Azriel showed you some techniques, guiding your hands in different motions to create perfect circles, to get the paint drips you were eyeing from someone else’s work. The only complaint you have about this date is that the masks make it difficult to kiss Azriel, who you’ve wanted to jump since he’d pressed his body flush against yours when showing you how to paint funky letters, his other hand a solid weight on your hip.
You’ve been in awe of him all night, sneaking looks over your shoulder at what he was painting; a skeleton stallion with a skeleton riding it, sword raised as if leading an army of the dead into war. He’s skilled in many mediums and your heart aches as you wonder how it’s possible that he hasn’t been able to receive an apprenticeship yet.
Something stings in your chest. The way that Azriel draws, paints, tattoos…there’s a confidence there that you’re envious of. Every spray he makes seems so sure, so well laid it’s like he can see the end result as he’s working. You yearn to feel like that.
“What do you mean?” he asks, eyes flicking to yours for a moment before returning to his work, letting you know that you have his full attention. You’re in the midst of painting the skeleton horse's eyes a bright neon green, whispers of black shadows swimming from its nostrils.
You sigh, abandoning your can of paint and wiping the remnants of the pigment on your coveralls. “All this time I’ve known that I want to be in art, that I want to do something with it, but everytime I make something, it never feels good enough. Like I’m not as proud of it as I should be. I don’t have a style like you or Feyre do, and, if I do, I haven’t noticed it yet.”
Azriel fully stops what he’s doing and turns to you. His hand comes up to caress your jaw, tilt your head up to look at him. His eyes are soft with concern and there’s a wrinkle between his brow that makes you want to reach up and smooth it out, suddenly embarrassed that you’ve brought this up during your perfectly good date.
“Is that how you feel?” he asks, and you shrug shyly. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all, but it’s been something that eats at you, day by day. “It sounds like you’re missing a muse, princess.”
You frown. “A what?”
“A muse,” Azriel repeats simply. “Something that inspires you.”
Something that inspires you. You toss the words around in your head, thinking. Surely, you find things inspiring. You wrack your brain trying to come up with something, something that keeps you captivated, gives you the urge to put your pencils to your paper and create something beautiful…but there’s nothing.
“So, you’re saying you inspire yourself?” you tease, thinking back to his exhibition. You tease, because if you don’t laugh, you might cry. You can see the glint of amusement in his eyes, and you continue your soft jab. “How very narcissistic of you, Az.”
Azriel rolls his eyes and before you can joke further, he’s lifting his can of spray paint and marking you with a big heart across the entire front of your coveralls. Your mouth drops open in shock but his smirk makes the feeling roll right between your thighs.
“I believe that muses have the ability to change,” he answers your earlier question. He’s staring down at you intently, and maybe he’s waiting for you to pick up a can and retaliate. Or maybe he’s thinking exactly what you’re thinking: trying to find someplace to tear each other's clothes off.
“Oh, yeah?” you ask defiantly. You want to cross your arms over your chest but you don’t want to ruin his work. It feels like you’ve been branded by him, claimed by his artistic talent, and something flares within you at the very idea. “What’s your muse now?”
Azriel doesn’t answer but he doesn’t need to. The way he seems to be devouring you with his eyes tells you all you need to know about who his current muse is.
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Okay even if we don’t “succeed” goshdarnit I’m having so much fun drawing and scheming with this thing (and best yet! It’s not MY Brainchild, so that takes off sooooo much self-crippling anxiety. I just get to play with someone else’s Ideas, plug in some of my own, and send ‘em back for Leader’s Approval.)
#tiger’s musings#my hands still ACHE sooo damn much when I draw#but. my brain wants to finally DRAW again#and yes yes I need to diversify (and trying to find Usable Refs still sUCKS ASS!!! but. I AM drawing again#and I’m not half bad at it#still gets back to. say. I Need More XP. And XP Getting Is Hard#but. yeah. if I can? I think I can do this#(and I do have a tablet. had it for a decade but couldn’t get its drawing software bundle to work#(but. there’s fire alpaca. time to see if it’s still free and download it#(and learning to use a tablet might be less strain than traditional art)#and and!! I finally feel like derping around on my keyboard (and composing) again. just plonking notes#and if I want to play sheet music? fuck classical ‘real’ musi#I’m going after transcribed VGM scores. those are FUN to play and plenty complex to challenge myself
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Ab Jove principium Musis.
Nicolas Chamfort
The muses begin with Zeus.
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Today, I bring you meta on a recurring motif in Yuukoku no Moriarty that is somewhat less heavy-handed than the Christ metaphors and the religion and the darkness and the light and the fire and the water.
Today, I bring you discussion about threads.
I’ll be honest, this one is hugely impacted by my desire to incorporate something similar into my current writing projects with intention, and thus I wanted to explore it. I suspect a lot of the things this discussion will touch on were unintentional, and some were not, and it’s a bit tangled up trying to figure out what was what. But it’s also true that I don’t know the authors, so I don’t know what was intentional and what they were hoping we’d noticed that they never commented on. I also think the fact that it appears to be in there anyway is interesting and thus worth commenting on it.
I suspect reading that this was about threads, most of your minds jumped to the red string of fate Sherlock says ties him to William. But the series uses it in a lot of pretty versatile ways, as it does with most things—the manga really likes reusing and repurposing elements, and I like that a lot. In fact, I think the series plays up the concept of reusing and repurposing things for new meanings.
So let’s start
There’s a recurring theme in the series of what, and who, is tied to what and who, connected to what, what beginning leads to what ending. We see it in Sherlock’s mind maps of crimes and the way he refers to being led to and led by William. We see Moran’s chains to his past being replaced wholly by William’s ties to him. We see discussions of who started what and what that lead to, and whether it was fate or something they caused and we see them being tied to their own past in atonement. We see thorny rose vines entangling characters up with each other.
The ties are causal, but they’re primarily relational: they’re what people feel stuck in and trapped by, and what they feel led by.
Most of these threads are tied, shall we say, to William. While he and his brothers are all represented as spiders in their family heraldry, William is certainly the master weaver at the center of it all who builds their web. And as he builds his plan and web throughout the London underground, he’s also creating his home and tying himself to his family: a spider’s web is more than just a trap for victims, and William’s plan is more than just self-sacrifice and murder.
So William attaches his sticky catching threads to all his beloved ones to keep them close to him, and at the same time freeing people from their chains to other people and ideas—and okay, chains aren’t threads, but they’re long tangly things, so close enough, okay?
And his spidery, webby threads turn into the curtain tassels to pull on for his play to reveal what he wants. They turn into puppet strings to lead people where he wants to dance for him as he pleases. He uses them as trick wires as the Lord of Crime to complete his purposes.
He uses them to lead, connect, bind, to control—but he doesn’t use them to kill.
William never hangs anyone. Never uses a garotte. He never kills anyone with string, a rope, thread, any of it. Yes, you could argue that those things are so hard to pass off as an accident…but so is beheading Baskervilles. So is bringing a gun to shoot Milverton. That doesn’t appear to be what strings are for to him. The strings seem to be more…well…him.
Sherlock sees that thread in William a lot.
When the image of spider webs and their prey tend to crop up, it’s usually in Sherlock’s musing about The Lord of Crime. He’s the first one to mention a thread leading him to William—that Red String of Fate. And, when he’s afraid that thread has snapped, he manages to snap the string of his violin. It’s a fun visual detail to ground the whole scene and bring it back to reality from his musing. It connects William’s play wires to Sherlock’s own artistic performances, in a way.
I also like that the snap brings an end to his playing, his musing, his song, his fun. Without that thread connecting him to William, everything sounds off and doesn’t work properly, and he’s not happy about it. Obviously, a violin string can be replaced, but the thread between two people can’t be so easily. But shortly after this, Sherlock and William get to revive their connection, too, and prove it still strong and the game still on and the dance still playing.
And, when Sherlock speaks to William at Milverton’s mansion, he vows to unravel William—like a spool of so much thread. Like the threads he uses to connect William’s crimes and mysteries to each other on a wall, like the threads that he brackets the Moriarty brothers together with. But William himself is caught in his own spiderweb, and Sherlock is going to free him from it, and in the process, unravel the core of who William is and what’s there underneath all the puffery and stage makeup.
Miyoshi did a “birthday” art piece for William the year that was all coming out that showed William with a red thread wrapped around his own neck, dangerous as anything else, and a motif in the first time it was confirmed by one of the creators themselves that it’s his false birthday and part of his Plan. I like that piece a lot for a lot of reasons, but that thread did look rather like a noose—a weapon he’s never used, but was about to strangle himself.
Sherlock’s statement to unravel William also a signifier that Sherlock has followed that red thread that connected them and realized he found a horrific knot strangling William up in it. Sherlock is no longer excited by the strings and threads: he wants them gone.
I think it’s interesting that in New York, when William finally feels ready to confront all these things about himself, he finally unwraps the last ties, the last thread on him—the bandages over his eye—and proceeds to tie himself to Sherlock metaphorically instead. His heart is finally untangled from the mess he trapped it in and he can bind it again properly, healthily, and with new purpose.
William and Sherlock’s new promise to each other doesn’t come with any discussion of threads or ties. William has left that behind now, and his bonds to other don’t need to be tangled up and restrictive. When Bond renamed themself, they didn’t have any images of threads, either, because their relationships with their friends and Sherlock’s side of the team was not caught up in such a complicated mess. And now, William finally has that freedom, too.
#Yuukoku no Moriarty#Moriarty the Patriot#I feel like I mighta pulled some of this out of my ass this time#I tried not to
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A Lil Update
Sorry I've been so dead around here! I am promise I am alive, just busy :)
I'm chugging along getting Chapter 29 ready while also working. I've also recently been doing drabbles and taking on comfort character letter c0mms.
I'm actively working on a few drabble responses to asks I've got here. Food will be coming soon. Just give me a bit to cook it up. Nom nom.
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First time writing for Stranger Things, because like so many others have found out before me, this guy just kinda grabbed me and wouldn’t let me go. I simply had to get it out of my system. This is the result.
Title: Spellbound
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader
Summary: Your relationship with Eddie is very new and still very much a secret. You want to make it known that the two of you are an item, but Eddie doesn’t want you to get targeted simply because of your attachment to him. Will you be able to change his mind?
Word Count: 7233
Content Warnings: Smut, smut, smut? Plenty of teasing (not gonna lie, but the poor boy suffers). Fingering. P in V (unprotected but I promise that there’s a reason for that). That’s about it.
Notes: I use italics to emphasise certain words, but, I also use it for flashbacks or thoughts. I tried my best to make it clear so people could tell which is which. Hopefully.
Beta read by the lovely @adrille88. Any remaining mistakes are all my own.
Tagging @quantumlocked310 @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie
*****
The sound of music only got louder the closer you got to your house.
Drowning it out would have been preferable when the kid that lived next door to you had first joined the band, but they had improved over the years. You actually quite liked listening to them play these days, but you’d only admit to that under threat of death.
Or so you liked to claim.
Stepping off the sidewalk, you walked through the grass, straight ahead in the direction of your house. Your new path brought you a few feet from the open garage doors and you could already see the first band member with his back turned to you. A few steps more and you could see that all of them were facing that all too familiar face that was sitting behind his drum kit.
Gareth - kid next door, brother from another mother, drummer of Corroded Coffin - raised his hand in greeting the second that he spotted you. You waved back and then the three other members turned around to face you, two of which gave a nod of acknowledgement, whereas the last guy winked so quickly that it was almost imperceptible.
“Sounds better than yesterday,” you called out to Gareth, who looked thoroughly impressed that you had even noticed. “Don’t make it too late though. It’s a school night.”
“Yes, mom.” Gareth put a lot of emphasis on the last word and you flipped him off in reply. “Promise.”
“Good. You don’t want me to come back over here and kick all of your asses. Have fun, gents.” You gave them a quick mock salute and continued on your way.
Since you had already moved out of view, your back turned to them now, you were unaware that one of the guys had walked out of the garage so he could watch take the last remaining steps to your house.
“She’s out of your league, Eddie.”
“What?” Eddie kept looking straight at your retreating form, saw you take the house key out of your jacket pocket and open the front door. He blinked once when you had disappeared, like some spell had just been broken. “I’m allowed to look.”
“Yeah, but not for too long,” Gareth answered. “She’d rip your head off if she knew.”
“I’d probably thank her for it too,” Eddie mused to the sniggering of his friends. “Fuck all of you,” he countered. “We should probably finish this up soon anyway.”
“We were going to, but you were too busy staring at my neighbor’s ass.”
“Yeah, yeah. Thank you for your contribution, Gareth.” Eddie took a couple of strides back until he had taken up his position in the middle again. “Anyone else got anything to say? No? Then let’s play.”
*****
Most of your evening went by fairly quickly.
You had fixed yourself something to eat (yesterday’s meatloaf with tomato sauce on a piece of bread), watched some tv and promptly switched it off because nothing of interest was on before retreating to your bedroom.
As promised the music next door had stopped about an hour ago and you were currently sitting cross-legged on your bed, absentmindedly leafing through an old magazine as you listened to music.
“Sorry I’m late.”
There had been a time where the sudden voice through your open window might have scared the shit out of you, but this had been going on for so long that you didn’t even bat an eyelid anymore.
Looking up from an article that wasn’t holding your attention, you watched as a scuffed white sneaker appeared, shortly followed by one black trouser leg as more of your visitor became visible. Eventually his head came into view, his lips flashing you his customary grin.
“How much longer are you going to do this?“
“Do what?” Eddie closed the curtains behind him so no one would even know that he was in your bedroom at all. “What did I do?”
“This.” You gestured from yourself to him with a hand, but he just stared at you and waited for you to elaborate. “U- This.” You corrected yourself before you could utter what you had initially wanted to say. “This thing. You sneaking into my house like some creep after band practice.”
“You think I’m a creep?”
“What? No!” When he started laughing, you threw the magazine in front of you at his head. Sadly, he dodged it. “This isn’t funny, Eddie.”
“I thought that it was.” He walked up to the bed and sat down next to you. “What do you want this to be?” You turned your head away, determined not to look at him. “Oh, come on.” Eddie threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you against him. “Are you mad at me?”
“Yes.”
“Must be that shitty music that you like listening to.” He pointed at the cover of Echo & the Bunnymen’s Ocean Rain that was propped up against a stack of books, next to your brother’s old record player. “It’s messing with your brain.”
“Fuck you.”
“Such a foul mouth, too.” He poked a finger into your cheek to make you smile. It only half worked. “You know you’re my girl, right?”
“Oh? Since when?”
“Dunno.” He leaned in to kiss your temple briefly. “A while.”
“Yet you don’t want anyone to know about it.”
It was a subject that you thought about often. Your relationship, if it could even be called that, was still relatively new, but it wasn’t something that you or Eddie had shared with your friends yet.
“I never said-“
“Did you tell anyone?” You spoke over him quickly, not granting him the time to explain himself to you, which was quite possibly unfair on your behalf, but you had to get this off of your chest. “Hm?”
He bit his lower lip and replied by saying, “No.”
“You’ve proven my point then.”
“Aw, baby.” He pressed closer into your side and you felt his fingers moving up and down your arm. “Let me make it up to you.”
“I’ve got homework.”
“I know that you usually finish that shit about an hour before school.”
“I need to study,” you blurted out quickly, the first alternative that you could come up with.
“Really? You think that crap works on me?”
Eddie knew exactly what you always did when you had a test.
You would half heartedly read the textbooks the evening before. You’d repeat that the morning of said test, but in a slightly more stressed manner because you “hadn’t studied” and then you’d still get good grades regardless of your horrible study routine.
“Fuck,” you said under your breath.
“Now?”
“Shut up.” You shoved at his side with a laugh, but he grabbed your hand so he could twine his fingers through yours. “Why don’t you want anyone to know?”
“Fuck’s sake.” He fell back on your bed and pulled you along with him. “I’m used to all the shit that they throw at me, but I don’t want you to be subjected to it.”
“This is my last year. I don’t care about that shit.”
“You should.”
“Well, I don’t.”
It wasn’t that you wanted to do the boyfriend-girlfriend stuff like walking around school holding hands or making out next to the lockers, but you’d at least like to be able to tell someone that you were seeing Eddie.
That wasn’t too much to ask now, was it?
“Why is this a problem?” he asked you suddenly. “Thought we were having fun.”
“We are. I just want to tell somebody, Eddie. Just one person.”
“Who?”
A frown appeared on your brow since you hadn’t exactly thought that far ahead, but when you thought about it for a bit, the answer was pretty obvious.
“Gareth.”
You had lived next door to Gareth for as long as you could remember. He idolized your older brother until he went to college a couple of years ago and left the town of Hawkins behind him completely in favor of the big city.
Eddie had been the one that had filled the void that your brother had left behind for Gareth in a way.
Everyone in town knew about Eddie Munson. The long hair, leather jacket and devil may care attitude hadn’t exactly worked in his favor. Add to that the fact that he was running the Hellfire Club, which was nothing more than a bunch of nerds playing D&D, and more people became convinced that he was the leader of some kind of cult.
An admittedly small one, but everyone had to start somewhere. That was the way a lot of the residents of Hawkins seemed to look at him.
The real Eddie was almost disappointingly average in comparison to whatever outlandish ideas other people had about him.
He wasn’t exactly sacrificing animals to the Devil in his off-time (chances were that he would be completely unable to hurt any animal), but when you had once told him that people thought that he did that, he was mightily impressed. His smile had grown and he had simply asked “Really?” You swore that he was seconds away from dancing on the spot over his infamy.
The only thing that he did that was against the law was sell drugs. That was about it.
The rest of his time was filled with planning D&D campaigns, playing guitar and getting high. Sometimes he’d even do all of those things at once.
But no, Eddie Munson was not a cult leader that made his loyal subjects sacrifice innocent virgins in the woods. Just an all round nice guy that had hobbies that made him stand out like a sore thumb in a small town like Hawkins.
He was also the one who had been sneaking into your bedroom for the last couple of weeks.
“Gareth?” You nodded enthusiastically in reply. “Why him?”
Because I’ve known him all my life, you thought to yourself. Because he’s like a brother to me and he’d be supportive of us getting together.
Given enough time, you would have been able to come up with loads of reasons as to why Gareth should be the first one to know.
“Because.”
Shame that your brain decided to blurt out only one word however.
Eddie snorted with laughter and squeezed your side. “Why are you like this again?”
“Maybe you should have asked yourself that question before you kissed me.”
“Should have.”
Even if you couldn’t see his face from your current position, you just knew that he was smiling. Both of you still remembered what had happened on that particular evening as if it had happened only yesterday…
*****
It had been a fairly normal evening.
On your way back home from the cinema, you had been a little bit too engrossed with thinking that you definitely would have picked Duckie over Blane at the time. So you had not noticed that Eddie’s van was still parked in front of Gareth’s house. It was pretty damn hard to miss, but you hadn't noticed that it was there until you were about to pass by Gareth's front door. You actually ended up being slightly startled when the door opened and Eddie happened to step outside into the night.
Your eyes met the same way that they did in those cheesy romance movies that you liked, and you swore that in your head you could hear the swell of music that picked up as you watched him light a cigarette right before he started walking in your direction.
Looking down at your feet suddenly, you started to walk again, but when you almost tripped, Eddie called out to you to ask if you were alright.
“Yeah sure,” you replied with a nervous laugh. “My shoelace got untied, that’s all.”
His big brown eyes went down to your feet and when you saw him grin, you looked down as well… only to realize that you were wearing a pair of slip-on sneakers… that didn't have shoelaces.
“Let me walk you home.”
“I live right next door.”
“So?" he said with a casual shrug. "We’ll walk slowly.”
And you did.
Your heart was in your throat as you attempted to make small talk and you got the distinct impression that Eddie was simply humoring you, but he still replied to every dumb question that you shot his way. Part of you hoped that he wouldn’t notice why you kept blurting out every inane thing that came to mind.
After all, no one knew about your little crush on him.
You had long since considered it doomed to never go anywhere and had begrudgingly accepted it. And it wasn’t like you had any contact with Eddie anyway.
Sure, you had a couple of classes together and he regularly hung out in the house next door, but that was it.
He would never find out.
“So,” you began as you reached the corner of your house. “This is me. I mean, my house. So you know, thanks? I guess?”
“No problem,” he said with a grin. “Didn’t want you to fall over and hurt yourself.”
“I would have been fine! Honest!” You pulled on your sweater, rubbing the fabric together in your hands nervously. Then you blurted out, “Goodnight.”
“Night.”
Eddie took one final drag of his cigarette and flicked it away into the darkness. You watched him produce a packet of gum from his jacket pocket and take one for himself before offering it to you. When you shook your head, he shrugged and put it away again.
“Wait. Forgot something.”
“What did y-“
You never got a chance to finish your sentence, because the next thing you knew Eddie had cupped your face and had pressed his lips down on yours. He tasted like cigarettes and cinnamon gum. Your hands quickly found the back of his head, your fingers pulling on his long strands as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
It might have quite possibly been the best night of your life at the time, but Eddie kept finding ways afterwards to make every single other evening that you spent in his company even better.
*****
Eddie had blamed his sudden actions on being high and simply “going for it” later, but after that one night, it had turned into a fairly regular occurrence. Though every other kiss or touch had always been preceded by a question.
Can I kiss you?
Can I touch you?
Mind if I…? while he pointedly looked at the hem of the old shirt that you’d been wearing at the time.
Can I please touch your tits?
It was nice. Being asked for permission. Eddie never mentioned his parents so you had no idea how much of a fixture they had been in his life, but his uncle had tried to bring him up right, that much was obvious.
When you really thought about it, it made you laugh sometimes.
How almost everyone in town seemed to have decided that Eddie Munson was the Devil in disguise, yet he would be in your bed and asking you for permission to eat you out because he didn’t want you to feel like you had no say in the matter. Because he didn’t want to presume that you’d be as into it as he was.
Didn’t matter if you were half naked and gagging for it.
He still asked.
Whenever he’d been over at Gareth’s place, he would always end up at yours afterwards. One evening he had just sort of appeared in your bedroom (for which he had apologized profusely) and it had steadily progressed from there. He was over so frequently that you left the window open just so he could get into your bedroom whenever he felt like it.
Your mom usually worked until it was pretty late so there wasn’t any danger of her finding out that you had a gentleman caller over pretty much every single evening.
“When’s your mom coming home?”
“Not for a while,” you answered. He rolled you over onto your back and got on top of you. Your thighs fell open so he could nestle his hips between them. “You know that.”
“Just checking.”
“Just in case?”
“Hmm.” His hands slid underneath your shirt so he could palm your breasts. “Don’t want her to catch us in a compromising position.”
“Big word.”
“I’m not just a pretty face.” He flashed you an amused grin and then squeezed your tits once. “I know some big words.”
“Do you now?” His fingers teased your nipples into peaks with a practiced ease and you could see him open his mouth again, getting ready to speak. “Don’t.” You pressed your index finger against his lips. “Please don’t tell me all the big words that you know.”
“Just wanted to impress my girl.”
“I’m already impressed.” You could see the corners of his mouth curl up into a self-satisfied smirk. “Don’t get too full of yourself.”
Before he could think up a witty comeback, you curled your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss to shut him up. He hummed against your mouth, trying to make it seem like he still had plenty to say, even though he was properly distracted now.
He pushed your shirt up and the cups of your bra followed shortly after. You moaned against his lips when he pinched your aching nipples lightly.
“Baby.” Eddie pulled away slightly so he could press his forehead against yours. “What did I tell you about making noises like that?”
“That I shouldn’t?” He chuckled in reply and shook his head. “That you hate it?” He did the same thing as before and waited for you to try again. “Oh yeah, now I remember. It makes you hard.”
“You know it.” He ground his hips against yours so you could feel his erection pressing against you through his jeans. You moaned a little louder this time, just to torture the poor guy a bit more. “Such a fucking tease.”
“A little bit.” When he rolled his hips against yours again, you tilted yours up to meet him. “That feels so good,” you breathed against his lips.
“Know what would feel even better?”
“Why don’t you show me?”
“Deal.”
There was a sudden shift as he practically leapt off the bed and pulled on your clothes, a quick flurry of activity, until you were wearing nothing but your panties. You leaned back on your arms and pressed your thighs together, trying to position yourself in a way that looked alluring and sexy.
“Fuck, baby,” he said in a low voice that was drenched with arousal. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
Seconds later, his denim vest and leather jacket hit the floor and he sat down next to you again. Even though he didn’t need to, he still patted his lap with his hand, silently telling you where he wanted you to sit.
Swinging a leg over him, you straddled his lap, making sure to grind your hips against his, adding enough pressure so that his growing bulge provided enough friction. Yet again, you let out an unnecessarily loud moan and you heard him inhale in a sharp intake of air through his teeth.
“Don’t.” One of his hands connected with your ass, which only made you rise up from his lap so that your tits were now level with his face. “Fuckin’ hell.”
Eddie buried his face between your tits, his lips and tongue everywhere, because he didn’t know what to focus on, as usual, but naturally you weren’t complaining. He sucked on your skin underneath one of your nipples, leaving a hickey in a place that was for his eyes only.
Wrapping his arms around your back suddenly, he pulled you back with him as he lay down. You managed to bring your hands up just in time, planting them next to his head, so you could hover over him.
“I’ll just-“ He chuckled suddenly and lay back. “Don’t move.” You waited for him to make a move, but he didn’t. When you looked at him quizzically, he admitted, “Just admiring the view.”
“So that’s what you were doing.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Wait.” When his arm moved, you pulled back suddenly and he groaned in disappointment, but you merely laughed when you heard it. “Don’t worry. You’ll love this.”
Getting off the bed completely, you walked over to your record player, removed the record that was currently playing and grabbed a new one.
Juju by Siouxsie and the Banshees.
Even though Eddie had claimed many times that he couldn’t stand them, you’d also seen his leg bounce whenever you were playing this particular record, so you knew that he appreciated this one at least.
As soon as the first song started, he laughed and shook his head. He probably would have voiced his dislike for them yet again, but his eyes grew big when you started moving your hips from side to side in time with the music.
“I love this song,” you said as Spellbound played in the background.
“I know you do.” He looked up at you eagerly when you were standing in front of him again, wondering what you had planned. “Still don’t know what you’re planning to do, but I’m not complaining.”
“I was just about to get started.” You tapped his knee with your hand and said, “Move back a little.”
Eddie kicked his sneakers off and moved back on the bed, his eyes never leaving you for one second. He positioned himself against the headboard with your pillow against his back. He looked so damn comfortable that you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.
“You joining me?” He patted his lap once more to tell you exactly where he wanted you. “Or are you just going to stand there?”
Not needing to be asked that twice, you got on the bed and crawled over to where he was sitting. When you were close enough, he reached out and snapped the elastic of your panties playfully, making it obvious that he’d rather see them removed.
“Not yet,” you chided, but you didn’t sound particularly convincing. Truth be told, you would have much rather taken them off as well, but you wanted to make him work for it a little first.
Straddling his lap once more, his hand tried to move up your side, his fingers lightly tickling, but you brushed his hand away immediately. Not being easily deterred, he tried again, but you grabbed it and moved it until it was resting on your hip, a move that you mirrored with his other hand.
“What do you have planned, huh?”
“You’ll see,” you replied with a wink. “Now don’t move your hands.” He didn’t reply, so you repeated yourself a bit more sternly. “Eddie. Keep them there.”
“Okay, okay.” He briefly released you and slapped your hips once for emphasis. “Like that?”
“Just like that.” You leaned forward, ghosted your lips over his and murmured, “Good boy.”
Hearing him groan in response over being called that, you made a vow to yourself to remember his response. You would definitely be using that one again.
Moving your hands up, you started by running your fingers through your hair. You started grinding your hips against his and set a slow, torturous pace.
When you looked at his face, it was plain to see that he was already struggling. His pupils were blown out and his lips parted whenever you dragged your pelvis over the front of his jeans. You really tried to get as much friction out of this as was humanly possible, which wasn’t exactly helping his current predicament. His fingers wouldn’t stop twitching, digging into your skin a little bit harder with each passing second.
His curiosity over what you were going to do next won out over his deep desire of throwing you on your back on the mattress and fucking your brains out.
You slid your fingers from your scalp down your jaw to your chin and then back up to your cheeks. Circling the tips of your fingers over your flushed skin once, they followed the path down again. The pads dragged down your neck briefly and then your mouth turned upward into a teasing smirk.
Eddie never saw it coming.
One hand clamped down on his shoulder suddenly and his eyes darted from that hand back to the one that was currently covering your mouth. You muffled an exaggerated moan which made him laugh softly at first, but he was silenced over what you did next. His focus was on your index finger, which was following the outline of your lips, only to watch the digit slip past your lips and into your mouth.
Swallowing hard, his eyes wouldn’t stop following your finger.
In, out. In, out.
You sighed deeply, momentarily squeezed your eyes shut, trying to make your features look as blissed out as you could. Your hips trembled when you found a particularly good angle and it temporarily made colors explode behind your eyelids.
“Baby.” Your eyes snapped open because your pet name came out of his throat sounding all strangled. His pupils were even more dilated than before, the warm browns of his irises almost entirely gone now. “I don’t think that I can han-“
Two fingers slid into your mouth when he tried to talk and Eddie swallowed his words immediately. You hummed loudly and slid them in deeper still, until you were starting to gag. You made absolutely sure that he heard that, for he had once confessed that hearing you choke was one of the hottest things ever, especially when you had his dick stuffed down your throat. Apparently it was a struggle for him every single time that it happened, because he always wanted to grab your face and fuck up into your warm mouth.
"But, you know," he had added with a grin at the time. "Don't want you to actually choke on it."
There was no danger of him pushing himself in deeper this time. This was all you and you could control it quite easily. You repeated it a few times, hitting the back of your tongue with the pads of your fingers each time until you gagged, giving yourself a moment of reprieve and then starting all over again.
All the while, Eddie's breathing grew more labored. Poor guy looked like he was in danger of fainting if you kept this up so a moment's pause was probably in order.
"You okay?" Your grin was quite possibly a little bit too wide, but everything about Eddie's features right now was a little bit too amusing to you. His cheeks had begun to color and a thin sheen of sweat was covering his brow, hinting at his discomfort. "You want me to stop?"
"No." He answered you quickly and you weren't sure if he wanted to prove that he could take whatever you could throw at him or if something else was at play here. "I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. Looks like you're in trouble."
"Not." He choked out the word at first and cleared his throat so he could repeat himself in clearer terms. "Not in trouble. Fine. 'M fine."
"Such a good boy," you said in a singsong voice. "Still not letting you touch me though. But." Leaning forward, you decided that you could reward his patience in a different way. "How about a kiss instead?"
Tilting his chin up, Eddie caught your lips with his and gave you a hungry kiss. You moved your hand from his shoulder to the back of his head, to keep him there even if he wasn't pulling away, threading your fingers through his long hair.
“Why are you so fucking hot?” The question was murmured against your lips and he managed to sound genuinely bemused, too. “Hm? I can’t get enough of you.”
“Lucky me,” you reply. “But you’ll get sick of me eventually.”
“Never.” His hands tightened on your hips and then he forced you to move again, making you rub your dripping panties all over his still clothed erection. “That’s never gonna happen, baby.”
“If it’s never gonna happen, can I tell someone that we’re seeing each other?” You pulled away so you could look at him directly in his beautiful brown eyes. You tilted your head to the side questioningly, eyebrows raised as you continued. “You can’t keep hiding me forever.”
“Is that what this is about?” His hands stilled their movements completely and you let out a disappointed whine. “We’ll graduate soon. Can’t you just-“
“I’ll graduate,” you interrupted. “I don’t fancy your chances.”
“Now that was uncalled for.” One of his hands moved to your ass so he could pinch your pliant flesh in retaliation. “This is my year.”
“Is it?”
“I got you this time, ain’t I?” Eddie said with a wink. “You’re my lucky charm.”
“A lucky charm that you want to keep to yourself.” You pouted your lips in the same manner as a disappointed child might have done. “Who cares what anyone else thinks anyway?”
“You shouldn’t have to-“
“I. Don’t. Care.” You enunciated every single word clearly, in another effort to make it obvious that it was not a problem for you. “My friends wouldn’t care. Your friends wouldn’t care either.”
“Do we have to have this conversation now?”
“I’m sorry. I just don’t get it, that’s all.” You shook your head and settled your hands on your stomach. You weren't sure if Eddie was buying your sudden change of heart, so you threw in a quick, “I wanna make it up to you.”
You’d get him to change his mind about this, if it was the last thing you did. You just needed to push him a little harder.
“Still not done with the foreplay then?”
“Nope.” You popped the 'p' for emphasis and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “So just sit back and enjoy.”
“Just don’t take too long, okay?”
“I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything.”
Sliding your hands up, you cupped your breasts from below, moving them up until the palms of your hands were hiding your nipples from view. It got Eddie to stop looking at your face for a bit, all his attention now directed at your chest.
With a deep sigh, you started playing with your tits. Your hands squeezed and massaged while your fingers plucked, pinched, stroked and twisted. There was no telling how long you kept it up, but you were enjoying yourself to Eddie’s detriment.
“You gotta let me touch you, babe,” he eventually managed to say. “Please.”
“No.” Your reply was concise. You didn’t need to waste more words on it.
One hand left your chest and slid down your stomach, your fingers eventually dipping underneath the elastic waistband of your panties. Pushing yourself up on your knees, you tried to get better access and slid a single finger through your folds.
“God, Eddie,” you groaned loudly as you added another finger. “I’m soaked.”
If the music hadn’t been playing, he would have been able to hear exactly how wet you were, but Siouxsie Sioux was drowning out the sounds. You vaguely registered that Arabian Knights was currently playing, but the only thing that was on your mind was what you were doing right now and how Eddie was gripping you so tightly that you’d surely have bruises in the morning.
It was like a constant reminder that he was still there, even though you could never forget about him. You were impressed that he was even sticking to the rule that you had set and felt that a reward for his obedience was in order.
Removing your hand from your panties, you held up two fingers that were glistening with your juices. “Open wide.”
There was no hesitation on his behalf.
Doing as he was told, Eddie opened his mouth and you pressed your fingers inside. His lips closed around your digits and his tongue swirled around them, trying to suck every single drop from your skin.
You had been squeezing your breast with your other hand, but it snaked down your body quickly to replace the fingers that were now in Eddie’s possession.
“Fuck,” you moaned out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You plunged two fingers into yourself easily, pushing them in as deep as you could. “Eddie.” You keened out his name, your pitch going up when you hit the last two vowels. “Feels so good.”
His hands slid up your waist, but you were too far gone to tell him to keep them stationary. His thumbs were pressing into the swell of your breasts and he kept them there. At least he still remembered your dumb stipulation.
He released your fingers with a pop and muttered. “Babe. Please-“
“N-no.” You still had enough control over yourself to tell him not to, but you were sure hoping that he’d just read all the damn signs and go for it anyway. You knew that he wouldn’t, but still. “Not u-until I-“
“Not until what?” Eddie was slack jawed as he watched your hips twitch against your hand, one of those tell-tale signs that you were close. “Talk to me.”
“Can’t,” you gasped out. “I’m too-“
“Too what?” You were convinced that he was teasing you now, because there was no other explanation as to why he kept dragging you back from the brink, as payback for not letting him grab your tits or replace your fingers with his own. “You close, baby?“
“Yeah.” You were seconds away from sobbing. The white hot heat was steadily building, ready to explode any second now, and incinerate you completely. “So fucking close.”
Rolling your head forward, you pressed your forehead against his, only barely managing to keep your eyes open so he could see them glaze over the exact moment that you reached your peak.
You managed to choke out the first syllable of his name before you were silenced.
Eddie grabbed the back of your head, closed the distance and smashed his lips into yours as you climaxed. He swallowed up every single one of your moans hungrily, as if they belonged to him and only him.
Your moans and cries were muffled and he allowed you brief moments of respite, the ability to take deep breaths of air into your burning lungs. Your vision was swimming, filled with tears, and you were practically screaming into his mouth over the intensity of your orgasm.
Every muscle in your body eventually went limp, your fingers still pressed against your throbbing pussy, covered in your arousal.
Eddie was the one that peeled your hand away and let you sag against his chest as you tried to catch your breath. He brought your hand up to his mouth and hummed against your fingers as he licked them clean.
“That was so fucking hot,” he husked out against the top of your head. “I’ll do whatever you want. Ask me now. I’ll agree to anything.”
“Y-you know what I-“
“Yes.” The word was out of his mouth before you could finish your sentence. “Yes,” he repeated again. “Whatever you want.”
“Thank you.” The corners of your mouth curled up into a smile and then you added, “You can fuck me now.”
“Thought you’d never let me.”
Mere seconds later, you found yourself on your back staring up at the ceiling with Eddie on his knees between your open thighs. He yanked his shirt up over his head so quickly that you had been surprised that you hadn’t heard the fabric tear.
Pushing yourself up into a sitting position, you started helping him undo his belt buckle and then pulled his jeans open. One of his hands disappeared into his back pocket as he dug out his wallet. When your hand disappeared underneath the waistline of his boxers, Eddie hissed through his teeth.
“Ah, fuck.” His hips pushed forward into your hand when you wrapped your fingers around his length. “Keep doing that.”
“I wasn’t going to stop.”
“I know,” he replied with a groan. “I know.”
For a second there, you considered pulling his cock out of his pants entirely so you could suck on it, but when you heard him swear under his breath, your reverie was suddenly broken.
“What?”
“I don’t- fucking shit.” He was still going through his wallet, searching for something, before he put it back in his pocket with a look of defeat on his face. “Out of rubbers.”
Now you understood why he was so disappointed. He knew that you didn’t have any condoms, because you constantly feared that your parents would find them. Trying to convince them that you needed to be on the pill to regulate your cycle had been a huge hassle already so if they found condoms in your bedroom?
Your parents would have grounded you for life.
“It’s okay.” You never once removed your hand from his boxers. If anything, you only sped up your movements. “How about… you come on me instead.”
Eddie’s head snapped up immediately. “The fuck,” he muttered. “Are you serious?“
“Dead serious.”
“Where?” His eyes were already focused on your chest, unwittingly answering his own question, so you pushed your tits together for him. “Fuck. Really?”
“Really.” You bit your lower lip playfully and looked to the side. “Unless, you know, you don’t want to…”
“Fuck, baby. I want to so bad.” He grabbed your face between both hands and gave you a forceful kiss. “Damn, that’s so fucking hot.”
Poking a finger into one of his dimples, you cracked a smile and asked, “Is it?”
“Fuck yeah.” Pushing you back down on the bed again, he got on top of you and hovered over you so he could stare at you. “How’d I get this lucky again?”
“Well, it’s easy really,” you said with a grin as you tapped the tip of his nose with your index finger. “You were high as fuck when you walked me all the way back to my front door a couple of weeks ago.”
“I was not ‘high as fuck’.”
“High as fuck,” you repeated. “Then you made out with me right before leaving and here we are.”
“Here we are.” He repeated your words now and a satisfied smile was tugging on his lips. “I also remember telling you that I thought that you were hot.”
“Oh yeah, you admitted to having a crush on me,” you giggled. “It’s okay though cause I had one too.”
“So you told me.” He rolled his hips against yours, nice and slow, which earned him a moan in reply. “What started it again?”
“Your ass in those tight jeans.”
“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “Never knew that it worked for anyone.”
“Trust me, it fucking works.” Pushing yourself up a little, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and gave a gentle tug. “But how about you stop the small talk and fuck me already, huh?”
“Alright, alright.” Eddie sat back and tugged your panties off. Then he pushed his jeans and boxers down just far enough for his cock to spring free. “You in a hurry or something?”
“Kinda,” you replied. You gasped when he reached down to rub his fingers over your wet pussy. “Not like you can spend the night, doofus.”
“Well shit,” he joked back. “I thought for sure that this night-“
“My mother would have a goddamn heart attack if she found you in my room.” Eddie positioned himself in front of your entrance and you could feel the head of his cock pressing against you. It didn’t help much that he didn’t appear to be moving. “What are you waiting for?”
“I just-“
“Eddie.”
“Christ, fine.” He tried to sound annoyed with your impatience, but he didn’t quite manage to make it sound convincing. “I kinda wanted to-“
Raising your leg, you pressed the heel of your foot into his ass. Thankfully that had the desired effect.
Finally pushing his hips forward, he slid into you, a gentle push until he was sheathed inside of you all the way. He waited a moment, to let you get used to him, like he always did, before he started moving in earnest.
One hand was placed next to your head to hold himself up while the other gripped your hip tightly. His thrusts were deep and firm, your bodies undulating together, perfectly in sync.
That was only part of it though.
For throughout it all, Eddie kept holding your gaze, his chocolate brown eyes peering deeply into yours. Always silently demanding that you keep looking straight at him as well, always wanting to see the exact moment when you came apart at the seams.
“Eddie…”
“I know,” he groaned back. “Feels good, huh?”
“Y-yeah.” You grabbed onto his shoulders when he started pounding into you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, your thighs gripping him tightly. “Real good.”
“You feel good around me too.” The sound of skin against skin started reverberating through the room, interspersed with grunts and moans. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“I’m so close…”
“I can tell.” Eddie’s breath was hot against your face and his long hair was clinging to your face in places. “I can fucking feel you.” You mewled his name which made him drop his forehead against yours and say, “Come for me, baby.”
That was what did it.
His voice, laced with desire, sent you careening into another orgasm. You clutched him tight, your fingernails creating red marks on his shoulder blades as they dug into his skin.
Eddie kept thrusting into you through the height of your climax, but his smooth strokes soon became sloppy and uneven. He swore under his breath, stringing all kinds of expletives together the closer he got to the edge. At the last minute, he pulled out hurriedly and unloaded himself all over your stomach with a roar.
Letting out a breathless growl, he collapsed on the bed next to you. His breathing was heavy, the high of the moment fading quickly.
“You missed.”
“What?” Eddie turned his head and looked at the streaks of his cum on your stomach. None of them had managed to hit your chest. “Next time?”
“Sure thing,” you replied with a giggle. “There’s just something else that we need to do first.”
“I’ll clean you up in a minute, baby.” His hand connected with your shoulder and he gave you a comforting squeeze. “Just let me catch my breath first.“
“That’s not what I was talking about.” Eddie raised his eyebrows in reply, not sure what you were talking about. Since he was looking adorably confused, you added, “Gareth?”
“What about him?”
“What about-“ You let out an annoyed sigh. “You promised.”
“Oh.” It finally dawned on him what you meant. “Do we have to do that now?”
“Yes. He’s probably still awake anyway.” Your fist connected with Eddie’s arm, giving him a playful nudge. “I’m not going to give you a chance to chicken out of this.”
“I wasn’t. Just figured we could tell him tomorrow.”
“Nope. We’re doing this tonight.”
"Okay, I give. Just give me a moment." His gaze turned almost surprisingly loving then, a warm smile lighting up his face. “You are such a piece of work."
“And you love me for it.”
#stranger things#stranger things fic#eddie munson#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#mar writes#mar moodboards#eddie munson smut
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could i get names and pronouns for an izzy moonbow fictkin?
especially for these [feel free to mix or do them separate]
Magic
Arts and Crafts
Music
Fun
Bisexuality
Femininity
Sweets
Superstition
ADHD
Autism
Mythology
Friendship
as a sunny introject i will try my best!
if you'd like more feel free to request again ^^
(nick)names:
selkie, swirl, swirli/swirlie/swirly, swirler, sparkle, sparkler, sheprie/shepry
kelpie, keeper
nixie, nymphie
craft, crafty/crafti/craftie, crafter, cara, calypso, circe, cassandra, calliope, cyfrin
glitter
pop
lily/lilly/lili/lilli/lilie/lillie, lilac, lavender
blue, bluey, bounce, bounci/bouncie/bouncy, bouncer, butterfly, bip, bippy/bippie, bippidy/bippity, bop, boppy/boppie, boppidy/boppity, boo, brigid
pink, pinky/pinki/pinkie, philomina
mage, magester, magesti/majesty, magesta, muse, musa, musette, musetta, musi, myst, mysti/mystie, mystic, mystica, mystical
violet/violette, violeta/violetta, vida
rowena, ruta
amica, amity, althea, ariadne, asherah
damica
edwina, elvine
faunia, filia
taffy
wini/winnie, winifred, winola
jinx, jinxer, jinxi/jinxie/jinxy
3rd p prns:
mage/mages, mage/magic, myst/mystic, myst/mystical, make/makes, make/maker, muse/muses, muse/music, music/musics, music/musical, myth/myths, myth/mytho, mytho/mythos, mytho/mythology, mythology/mythologys, mythology/mythologic, mythology/mythological, mythologic/mythological
spell/spells, song/songs, sing/singer, smile/smiles, sweet/sweets, super/stition, superstition/superstitions, superstition/superstitious, sus/spect, suspicion/suspicion, suspicion/suspicious
jinx/jinxes, joy/joys
art/arts, art/artist, art/artsy, art/craft, art/project, ad/hd, adhd/adhds, attend/attention, attention/deficit, auti/autis, auti/autistic, autistic/autictics
craft/crafts, craft/crafter, craft/crafty, cake/cakes, cup/cakes
fun/funs, fun/funny, folk/tale, fem/fems, fem/feminine, fem/femininity, feminine/feminines, feminine/femininity
laugh/laughs, laugh/laughter, lady/ladys, loli/pop, loly/pop
bi/bis, bi/sexual, bi/romantic, bi/rose, bisexual/bisexuals
girl/girls
woman/womans
pastry/pastys
dessert/desserts
hyper/active, hyperactive/hyperactives, hyperactive/hyperactivity
#names#name blog#name searching#name list#request#pronouns#name inspiration#name request#name ideas#name suggestions#names list#list of names#nicknames#requested list#izzy moonbow#request answered#requested names#requested pronouns#3rd person pronouns#pronoun list#fem names#fem pronouns#feminine names#feminine pronouns#neopronouns#neopronoun blog#xenopronouns#neoprns#themed names#themed pronouns
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Valentine Escalus (Muse)
Sexual orientation: Pansexual Polyamorous
Gender: Trans Man
Faceclaim: Casper Brainard
The older brother of Mercutio (from Romeo and Juliet fame), Mercutio got a lot of his more theatrical tendencies from Valentine who always longed to be the next big stage actor and with that is the confidence from that. Unlike his younger brother's overcompensation for his insecurities, Valentine's confidence is 100% genuine and earned. His comfort with his own eccentricities has allowed Mercutio to embrace his own.
Like his name suggests, he's a romantic and loves deeply with the grace and elegance expected of the royal status he holds. Valentine is truly a good influence on those around him who enjoys giving advice to those who ask it of him. He's an incredibly understanding and compassionate person, able to connect with others on a deep level easily. Valentine is typically incredibly warm, affectionate and nurturing, and often goes out of his way to help family members or family friends who are in need. However, like his younger brother he tends to struggle with practical matters since he's always focusing on the bigger picture more than anything. Even if he wasn't nobility, he would be well known for his acting as well as singing prowess
#muse: valentine#romeo and juliet rp#romeo and juliet#mercutio escalus#valentine romeo and juliet#valentine escalus#musies#in my mind he is like jeremy jordan in the fact that every time he covers a song he somehow does it better
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BLEACH: The Thousand Year Blood War Ep 4 Reactions and Thoughts
Overall reaction:
And so the pain begins and the hype continues! We have fantastic fighting sequences and heartbreaking moments abound. I was hyped one minute, and then crying the next. It's episodes like this that show why this arc needed an anime, and what great additions an anime adaption can bring. More down below!
Highlights:
Rose's moment: a small moment, but I really liked it. His somber moment of worrying for Kira, saying hwo he's a muse to him, and how he's basically pissed off enough that he's basically going to cut down any and all Quincy who 'don't understand art' (*cough* really it's for Izuru's sake *cough*)...I don't know, I really liked it! XD
The Captain and Lieutenant vs Quincy confrontations: each one has it's strengths and were all basically 10/10. From the smooth animation when Sui-Feng was dodging attacks, to Bambietta's seiyu being perfect for her, to the amazing music for every fight, these were a delight (albeit with some heartbreak) to watch. I love that the anime team did what we hoped they would do: extend the fight scenes and show some teamwork between the captain-lieutenant duos. However, there are elements in particular that deserve their own mention:
As Nodt's entrance: by God they actually did it; they made As Nodt's ability more scary (and just in time for Halloween too!). I am absolutely not saying he and his ability weren't scary in the manga, but the anime has the advantage of including not only incredible visuals, but also voices, music, and sounds. When I saw all the floating Shinigami and heard that one guy scream after being impaled, I knew the anime had given As Nodt a fantastic entrance. And this guy doesn't utter a whole word for the entire episode...and he still makes an impact!
Byakuya and Renji vs As Nodt: SO. MUCH. GOOD. STUFF. HERE! Right off the bat, Renji's entrance was awesome (just as good as in the manga), and then you have Byakuya, who can never ever make a bad entrance. Senbonzakura cutting into As Nodt's hand was a clean bit of animation, there was a palpable moment of impact when As Nodt bled. I have never been a fan of Mask de Masculine, and this episode may have not changed my mind, but it did make me happy when Byakuya sent him through the ground, a nice little comedic but before the pain begins. Then there was the fantastic addition of Renji and Byakuya's team work (more on this below) as well as Senbonzakura's bankai look the absolute best it ever has on screen (Expect for when it was first shown, perhaps). Byakua's reaction to losing his bankai makes me very excited (and scared) for the continuation of his battle against As Nodt next week.
Renji and Byakuya teamwork: THIS was a fantastic addition and shows the benefits of an anime adaption. I give you what is so far one of the best filler/additional scenes in the anime. When was the last time Renji and Byakuya worked together to try and take down an opponent? Have we even ever seen them do teamwork?! It's only a short moment, and we already know what the outcome of the fight will be, but it's small moments like this add the sadness but also show the character dynamics - for instance, Toshiro and Rangiku get a teamwork moment later against Bazz-B, and in a previous arc we got Sui Feng and Omaeda doing their own version. We may not have gotten Byakuya's monologue (more on this below), but I am glad we got a moment like this.
Toshiro vs Cang Du: You know why I'm bringing this one up!! Aside from one of my fave characters appearing again (MY BOOOY!), this was the most emotional moment of the whole damn episode. I was tearing up the moment I saw Toshiro's bankai get stolen (as dazzling as it looked, it was also so gosh darn heartbreaking!). And then, came one of the moment I cried: when cried out for Hyourinmaru and fell to his knees in defeat. The heartbreak! THE HEARTBREAK! ;_; They did an amazing job with that whole scene, from the animation to the music to Romi Park's voice acting, absolutely 10/10!
Ichigo vs Quilge: again, they made this fight so much better. We have some beautiful bits of animation here, including Quilge's flying and Ichigo's attacks. I love how dynamic some of the shots are, in terms of character posing and colouring, it feels like something Kubo himself would draw in a panel.
The Gaganta: it looks goregous! I loved the colouring of it and how brightly coloured Ichigo was in contrast to against it.
I feel like the pacing slowed a little in this one, packing in less chapters than the previous episodes. There was definitely more 'filler', but it was the kind I think many of us expected and wanted. The music was, as always, top-tier in every scene; the song playing in the background when all the captain lost their bankai hit me hard!
Also I totally forgot how badly Chad and Orihime got injured by Quilge, it came as such a shock to me. Again, for the most part, they are not kidding around when it comes to the violence and gore. This includes showing all the casualties, who were slightly more absent in the manga.
Finally, I must admit it doesn't look like we'll be getting Byakuya's monologue. For me, this fight is where his cut monolgoeu about Chojiro could be organically integrated. However, after making his entrance and saying these were the being responsible for Chojiro's death, and then no flashback happened, I got worried. I hope they surprise us and have it appear next episode, because that honestly feels like the last chance they have to organically include it as a bit of fleshing out for his relationship with Renji. Who knows, maybe they could find a way to include it after the fight, and I really do hope it's not just been cut.
Well, I'll see you next for even more pain, including the continuation of Byakuya vs As Nodt (Fear, Hear, Fear is coming and I am NOT ready for Byakuya's greatest fear to be animated in all it's terrifying glory nor am I ready to see his near-death), the defeat of the captains and lieutenants get defeated, and Ichigo desperately try to get to the Soul Society while trapped and only able to hear everyone's pleas.
Manga readers know where this ultimately goes, doesn't stop the adaption of these next several chapters having some of BLEACH's darkest and saddest moments.
#bleach#byakuya kuchiki#renji abarai#toshiro hitsugaya#rangiku matsumoto#as nodt#cang du#ichigo kurosaki#quilge opie#rose otoribashi#bleach episode reactions
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tagged by @voidupdate to make a playlist with 10 songs by putting my "on repeat" on shuffle! (however. i barely use spotify anymore so this is actually from my "recently played" songs on musi)
you make me feel like it's halloween / muse
wdwhi / tunde olaniran
merci / stromae
leo / eve
aguacero / bad bunny
kiss goodnight / idkhow
pressure off / duran duran ft. janelle monáe
h2hoe / cupcakke
freaky 4 life / dorian electra
kangaroo court / capital cities
tagging @gwencoopersbitchmalewife @teehee @kumied @catboyr @lasombraz @achinghour
#feel free to ignore the tag if you're not interested or say i tagged you if you are as always!#and thank you becca for the tag i hope you're having a good week so far!!#tag games
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