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rainyrindou · 16 days

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—NIGHT LIGHT ⋆.˚ ☾

hanma is a childish grumpy baby when he’s been woken up. 0.5k wc ﾉ fluff ﾉ a little suggestive.

cw: no pronouns used, hanma calls reader doll and baby, brief mentions of a previous blowjob & free use.

“doll…” his low grumble comes from beside you as he shakes your shoulder a bit.

you barely glance in his direction as you scroll on your phone. “yes, shuji?”

“turn the damn light off.”

“huh? there aren’t any lights on.”

he lays there with his eyes still shut a few seconds before he cracks one open and points out the window with a childish grunt.

you stifle a laugh, “…that’s a street lamp.”

“…huh? for what? why is it on?” he’s clearly half asleep, and a little incoherent. you know you’re safe to giggle as much as you want when he’s like this.

“so people can see.”

he pouts, throwing an arm over his eyes, “ugh, it’s like, 3am, nobody needs to see anything right now.”

“actually shu, it’s only midnight. and, if i hadn’t sucked you comatose, I’m sure you would be one of the hooligans out and about at this hour.”

“….close the curtain, doll.”

“no. it’s like a night light, and–

he scoffs, “what do ya need a night light for? dontcha trust me to protect you?”

he wants to bite back and tell you that he doesn’t need a night light, not because he isn’t a little afraid of the dark, but because he feels so safe next to you.

“–and it helps me wake up in the morning when the sun comes through,” you deadpan.

another thing he won’t tell you is how he doesn’t need the sun that streams in through the window every morning; the sight of your sleeping figure beside him is enough.

but it’s midnight, apparently, and he’s not feeling the type of tired where he can be vulnerable tonight, so he keeps that to himself, even though he desperately wants to know if you feel the same way.

“excuses, excuses,” he tsks. he turns his head toward you and lifts his arm from his eyes, barely cracking them open, “if you hate me just say that.”

“shuji, my dearest. i had your cock down my throat 20 minutes ago.”

he full on glares at you, or at least he attempts to; his sleepy, half lidded eyes betray him. you don’t miss the way the corner of his lips twitched up for a moment, though.

in the dim lighting of your bedroom, he paws around in search of your arm, and grabs you tightly when he finds it, causing you to gasp and drop your phone. with a confused yelp, you’re suddenly manhandled on top of him as he buries his head in your neck, muttering a muffled, “relax, baby.”

you sigh, “shuji, you’re insatiable.”

you feel a deep chuckle resonate against your throat, “c’mon, you told me you like being used, yeah? so be my sleep mask for a lil while...” you roll your eyes at him for using your words against you, and at the way his voice trails off as if he’s already falling back asleep. you can’t help but giggle at your needy god of death who whines when you aren’t touching him for even five minutes.

your personal guard dog, the grim reaper of kabukicho— his world would fall apart without you.

he’s never told you that, but you feel it through his actions; through the longing in his touch.

in the morning before he leaves for work, he gives you a tighter hug than usual, and the sweetest, softest kiss. in bed when he grabs at your hands, no matter what position he’s tangled the two of you in, he gently brushes his palm against yours before he squeezes. and now, as his breaths even out and you slowly attempt to shift yourself off him, his arms tighten around your waist with an annoyed huff.

he feels protected by…well, whatever it is about you; he doesn’t know. it’s less like the way he looms over any poor soul that dares to glance at you a second too long, and more like your soul is the solace that his needed all this time. your presence grounds him in a way he hasn’t experienced before; it warms up his heart and makes him soft. it’s the reason he can’t bear to let go of you in the night, and clings to you as long as he can before he goes out into a life that doesn’t treat him with nearly as much warmth.

despite the headache that he is sometimes, he makes you smile. so you settle in on top of him, because he’s given you no other option than to be his anchor in a world where he can only see the light in your presence.

#hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji #tokyo revengers x reader #hanma x reader #hanma x you #hanma fluff #hanma drabble #hanma shuji fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #shuji <3 #venus writes <3 #after four thousand years #this is that drabble i mentioned like idk a month ago or something #i love him sm #dividers by cafekitsune

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fairyofshampgyu · 4 months

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Beomgyu is so Venus As A Boy by bjork. That song fits him sm like ethereal and dreamy and sensual 🧸

#he fr is the boy she’s talking about #he IS Venus as a boy #lowkey want to write a soft smut based on that song it’s so pretty and so him #I will literally be doing that !🫶💪#soft sub gyu and praise kink yes #beomgyu !<3

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thepartyishere · 2 months

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Bsd music venue (band) au inspired by the rock concert I just went to

The Port Mafia all work at a venue that mainly hosts rock and similar concerts

The ada is a band that frequently plays there

Tachihara is the sound/tech guy totally jamming out to the music with the crowd, he wanted the job as a way to go to concerts for free (but he still does his job well)

Gin does sound and tech too, they get along well. Gin is especially good bc they know sign language and teach others so they dont have to try to shout

Akutagawa is the weird kid working the merch table, no one really gets along with him but he gets the job done well. He has a bizzare way of organizing and doing things that irritates anyone else but he claims its faster

Mori technically owns the place but is never actually there, Kouyou runs it with help from Chuuya and Verlaine (all three are step siblings via Mori so it's kinda family run)

Chuuya runs the bar as well

Verlaine is never seen, he remotely does finances and boring stuff

Kouyou is the main manager/ highest besides Mori. She does booking and other stuff

Dazai used to work there but quit to join the ada band, now he comes to concerts just to bother chuuya at the bar

Hirotsu does hiring and training, hes been working there the longest, since before it was sold to Mori. Everyone knows him and likes him

Higuchi is head of security and manages security people as well as supervises and creates the id checking and security process to enter the venue

Whenever the ada plays there Atsushi sneaks off to make out with Akutagawa at the merch table

DazaI also sneaks away to be a bother, usually to Chuuya

Kunikida is the manager that travels with the ada, Fukuzawa doesn't travel

Kunikida and Kouyou in particular get along very well with how often they work together and their similar way of doing things

The band is made up of Dazai, Atsushi, Junichiro, Kyoka, Kenji, Ranpo, and Yosano

Fukuzawa, Kunikida, Naomi, and Haruno are all behind the scenes staff

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tang3r1n · 2 months

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dorohedoro better have a BADASS comeback or i will pitch the world’s biggest fucking fit i’ve been obsessed with drhdr for YEEAAARRSSS

#.v speaks #.venus updated!#..drhdr #might… might write for it…#ungh boo #and…and #huk— shin <33 #FUCK AND EN.#with his gay little mustache FUCK.#y’all keep them away from me.#i’ll go crazy.#anyone else see Luffy’a massive ass in the newest ep btdubs??#sniffed my screen can’t lie <3 #LMAO #i’m so fucking funny.#dorohedoro x reader #dorohedoro smut #drhdr smut #drhdr x reader

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splattered-ink · 5 months

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My Venus.

Destroyed by her need to hold onto each beam the sun gives her.

She is beautiful, but she is lonely.

The sun no longer warms her.

She will continue to burn, taking in every sweltering ray from her sun.

It is her god.

She knows the burn of her love is better than the chill of loneliness.

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maddieandangel · 1 month

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Had a weird Hollow Knight-related dream a couple days ago, so I decided to draw a major scene I remembered from it dgsgshf

More context will be in the tags, for those interested!

#hollow knight #little ghost #hk ghost #the knight #hk hornet #hornet #alright. as of writing these tags it's been a week since the original dream so! let's see what i remember dgsgsgf #i was playing a game. which was a sequel to hollow knight ((Not silksong though))#there was some new sort of divine infection in hallownest and hornet had asked ghost to investigate it. they ended the last one after all!#the red glowy spike gate thingy is what you jumped into to enter the 'infected' areas #though it actually led directly to a hub world type of place. which was kinda like an expanded base for the grimm troupe?#more like an entire lair instead of a camp. also some greek gods were there for some reason lmao. they had their own special rooms too #so sidenote but- new headcanon that there are grimm troupe members named ares athena artemis &... venus lmao. not aphrodite for some reason #also monomon was there?? i think??? except she was cooking????? she had a sidequest to deliver something to someone though i dunno hdgfhdgh #i remember going back to the grimm troupe lair a couple times throughout my 'playthrough'#anyway. the 'infection' this time around was more of a glitchy physical corruption thing? rather than a mind corruption.#though there were still aggressive enemies to fight. but i remember getting a map from cornifer early on and he was. probably infected #i think part of his body was covered in electricity or something? so he wasn't fully visible? but he was still acting normally #there was also a moth who was the seer but then later wasn't the seer (but was still the same moth) dghgdhf. i delivered stuff to her #that glowing white wall thing in the drawing was like a one-way gate. you could only cross it from the other side and ghost came from there #i guess things looped back up somehow i dunno ghdgfhgf #anyway. ghost's red eyes. those are significant! those happened while i was walking through a corridor. it had pools of shallow water #(shallow enough to just walk through) and also creatures that were lightseeds but red.the implication was that they were full of Blood lmao #and as i went along killing them--as one does--as i walked through the hall. they started turning the water red too #there was also narration about this as it was happening ashdgsf. specifically the narrator said the water turned red before it actually did #ghost's eyes slowly turned red too. but aside from that they were fine! since. they're the player character and the player is perfectly fin #BUT. when they encountered hornet again. she thought they were infected. and that she lost the only family she had left </3 #she didn't attack though. instead she just jumped into the red spike gate without a word. decided to try to fix everything herself #but eventually you'd encounter her again down below and she'd fight you. didn't actually get to that in the dream though #aand i'm out of tags </3 i wanted to talk about what i'd do to make this make more sense as an au or something now that i'm awake but. :c

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deartouya · 1 month

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watching epic and i do believe the queen and her like royal fairy guard are the ideal dynamic.

#crawling out of finals hell to remember tumblr exists </3 #i swear i still wanna write ive just been so tired all the time #by the time i return i fear everyone on my dash with be gone/forget me akdshjkhd #✶ venus stfu !!

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acourtofserpents · 10 months

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Mhmmm I had this in my head in quite a while so I wanna ask on which RO's took you the longest to make? :3

ooh, i love this question!! <33

so, the Fae trio are based on already existing characters from the The Cruel Prince series by Holly Black (which is the story the game is based on/inspired from), and Silos is a character i came up with completely from scratch.

that being said, i came up with all four ROs in the same night, or at the very least their concepts and basic traits. Zale and Silos took me the longest to make in terms of backstory and their personality/responses stemming from that trauma. but Nailea and Ryzan still sometimes take me the most to nail down in terms of their thoughts and dialogue, because to me they're so specific and yet so nuanced at the same time. like, i know what feels wrong and right for them, but what i think of is wrong a lot of the time😭 so i have to be a bit careful about it.

#this was such a lovely question!!!!! i loved it!!!#i love questions about the writing process or character making or anything like that #thank you for the ask <3 #asks #a court of serpents #acos #ryzan #zale #nailea #silos #venus rambles

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rainyrindou · 4 months

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summary: kakucho is shy around you, and has a very dramatic inner monologue. ft. izana, ran, rindou, and shion.

word count: 1.8k

genre: fluff. crack/comedy?

warnings: f! reader, kaku is very nervous, he refers to his scar, but it isn’t really talked about, this is really my first fic ever so let me know if i missed anything!

“everybody shut up.” izana stares intensely into the corner of the banquet hall with a hand held out to silence ran, rindou, and shion. the trio pause mid conversation to follow their leader’s gaze.

“oh! they put out more punch. ima go get—”

izana swings an arm across shion’s chest, catapulting the blond back to where he was standing before, alongside rindou. “if you ruin this, i’ll put rindou in charge of ruining your joints.”

the three of them exchange a confused look, brows furrowed, then turn back to izana curiously.

“ruin what, exactly?” ran questions.

izana snaps his head toward the three of them, “kakucho’s moment. don’t you see who he’s speaking to?”

with the way kakucho is carrying himself right now, if izana hadn’t pointed him out, they never would’ve spotted him. kakucho, usually headstrong and self-assured, standing tall and intimidating on a normal day, is currently fidgeting with his jewelry and looking everywhere except at the girl in front of him. it makes rindou cringe, and ran huffs out a laugh at his brother’s expression.

“and how exactly is this his…moment?”

“he looks like he’d rather be doing anything than talking to that person.”

“seriously. dude looks miserable. what’s his deal?”

izana sighs, exasperated, “can you three shut up? i’m trying to read their lips and i can’t concentrate with your yapping.”

“...doesn’t look like he’s saying much.” rindou notes.

“not with his mouth at least. man is screaming internally, by the looks of him, though.”

kakucho senses eyes on him from afar, and takes that as an opportunity to once again avert his eyes from yours. the sight of izana and the three idiots watching him with amusement is the last thing he needs right now. if he keeps fumbling this hard, he’ll never hear the end of it from them.

“kaku-chan? you good?” your voice snaps him back to reality.

“huh? me? yeah. yeah, i’m…” his eyes flicker back over to where his friends are standing, and shion is giving him an obnoxious double thumbs up as izana slaps both his arms down to his sides. he sighs, and looks back to you, “i’m fine. great, even,” he chuckles nervously and downs his entire cup of punch to alleviate the dryness in his mouth. except, he doesn’t swallow soon enough, and the last bits of punch dribble down his chin onto his dress shirt. you’re blowing it, kakucho, he thinks to himself.

you try to hide a giggle behind your hand, but he clocks it, and wishes he could just crawl into a hole and never emerge again. i guess it’s time to pull a haitani and completely change my hairstyle. i wonder what color would make me unrecognizable. maybe i even go bald. and i also leave japan. and i’ll bulk up so big, i’ll have to buy a whole new wardrobe. yeah, this could work…

his thoughts are interrupted when he feels your hand on his chest, dabbing the liquid away with a napkin. he freezes, and slowly looks down to see your face twisted in concentration, with that small little smile that never really leaves your lips. you’re so pretty up close. he wants to brush away the strands of hair that are sticking to your lipgloss, but he thinks if he moves even an inch, he might wake up in a cold sweat. this is a dream, right? yeah. yeah, must be. that’s why i’m so warm i feel like i could pass out, and that’s why i can’t hear her, even though her lips are moving.

…wait. “huh?”

you giggle again, and repeat louder, “i said, it’s a good thing your shirt is red. the punch is the same exact color,” after careful consideration, you add, “your eye, too.”

“my… my eye?”

“yeah. your shirt and your eye are the same color.” his cheeks are now, too, but you think you might finally be getting some words out of him, so you decide to keep that to yourself. “did you do that on purpose? I didn’t know you were so detail-oriented, kaku-chan.”

he laughs nervously at the nickname you give him. you overheard takemichi calling him that one day, and you haven’t called him anything else since. he makes a mental note to thank takemichi for that next time he sees him.

“uh, yeah! totally.” he’s lying through his teeth. he knows damn well kokonoi helped him put his outfit together, but he’s not giving that asshole any credit right now. he’ll thank him later. this is his moment.

you don’t buy it for a second. he’s a terrible liar, and it’s kind of endearing. you play along anyway. “well, you clean up real nice. it’s nice to see you dressed up for a change. classy. and i’m a fan of the grown out hair.” he really wasn’t expecting you to go from making a simple observation to complimenting his entire appearance, and he feels like he could faint again. play it cool, kakucho.

“oh. i really just grew it out to kinda…,” he motions to his scar, “cover this up a little bit.” he has no idea why he even pointed out the one thing he doesn’t like to bring attention to. in his head, he is chasing around a little kakucho with a mallet, calling him stupid and spouting various threats.

you furrow your brows and tilt your head, and his heart melts a little. “why, though?” you question.

he doesn’t know what you mean, or what kind of answer you’re expecting. but ran told him once that girls don’t like sob stories, and rindou told him once that girls like honest guys.

so he shrugs. “‘cause i know it’s not the easiest on the eyes.”

you frown a bit, and then smile sweetly. “well…i like it on you. it makes you look unique. in a good way.”

he blinks a few times, and his eyes grow ten times in size, seemingly in slow motion.

“i’m sorry, did i upset you?” your eyes flicker between his, unsure if you had crossed a boundary.

“n-no!” he clears his throat, and deepens his voice a bit, “no. i just…i was just shocked, is all.”

“oh. well, don’t be. a handsome guy like you shouldn't be shocked to receive a compliment,” you laugh.

you’re trying to kill him, he thinks. before he can even begin to think of how to respond to that, you’re walking away to the table your friends are at. he sighs. well, consider her fumbled. can’t wait to hear what spectacular advice izana has for me this time. he turns around, prepared for the walk of shame back to his own table, but when he meets their eyes, izana is wearing a knowing smile, the haitanis are mouthing words he can’t recognize from this far and shaking their heads side to side, and shion is peeking his eyes out from between his fingers. kakucho has no idea what to make from those reactions, until he feels a light tap on his shoulder, and he spins around to see you.

“trying to get away from me already?” you raise an eyebrow at him, who’s looking at you like you grew another head.

“wha- no! you– i…uh, i thought–” he cuts himself off when he hears your laugh again, and his body goes tense for the millionth time tonight when you reach up to pat your hand against his chest.

“i’m just messing with you. talk to me more later, yeah?”

“yeah…for sure.” it comes out more breathily than he would’ve liked, but really, he feels lucky to still be standing right now. you take your hand off his chest and start to turn to walk back to your table.

he blurts out your name, with no plan of what he’s going to say next. you look at him expectantly, “yeah?” shit. please, for the love of god, don’t fuck this up right now.

“by the way, you know, uh, for the record…you look pretty tonight…also.” he doesn't dare make eye contact with you until a few seconds after he finishes his sentence. to his relief, the look on your face isn’t one of unease or disgust. in fact, you look…bashful. happy, even.

“thank you, kaku. you’re too sweet.” you flash him another sweet smile before you part ways with him.

he stands there for a few seconds, unmoving, trying to process what just happened. he doesn’t have a lot of time to think about it before he hears his name being called from the opposite direction, and his boys are waving him over with proud smiles on their faces. fuck. he cringes a bit remembering that they were watching the whole ordeal.

on his return to the table, he gets four sturdy slaps on the back and about a million rapid fire questions coming from the haitanis and shion.

“soooo? when’s the wedding? or the restraining order. i couldn’t really tell what was going on.” izana smacks shion on the back of the head. “ow– what the hell was that for?!”

that night, walking back to their respective homes, shion flings an arm around kakucho’s shoulder, much to his dismay. “I’m proud of you, man, i honestly thought you had, like, no rizz, and you kinda looked like a virgin out there–”

ran and rindou speak amongst themselves, “i know madarame is not talking about looking like a rizzless virgin right now.” “dude’s taken one too many hits to the cranium, brother.”

“–eh?? what’s in your pocket?”

kakucho furrows his brow and he digs around in the pocket of his suit jacket, not recalling putting anything in there before he left. suddenly, he remembers the way your hand lingered over his chest, and he pulls out a napkin with a few blotches of red punch on the corner, unfolding it to see your name and number scribbled on it, followed by a messy little heart and a smiley face. a smirk stretches across his lips, and he turns the napkin around to the trio without a word.

“mannnn, wipe that stupid smirk off your face, kakucho. you got no game, you just met a girl who’s charmed by losers.”

izana whips his head around. “shion. what did i tell you earlier? about rindou? hm?”

shion’s arms flail around helplessly. “i’m not ruining shit!”

the haitanis roll their eyes and swat at him. “shut the fuck up shion!” “yeah man, at least he got her number, you’re still bitchless.” madarame mumbles something under his breath with a pout.

kakucho can’t even pretend to care. the bickering goes right over his head as he’s typing your number into his phone with a soft smile, fully ready to redeem himself with the second chance you’ve so graciously given him.

dividers by @bunnysrph <3

#kakucho #tokyo revengers #kakucho x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x you #kakucho fluff #kakucho hitto #tenjiku #venus writes <3

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born-to-lose · 5 months

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I know the working conditions were kinda shitty and my colleagues and bosses didn't appreciate me enough but damn I miss the bar already 😭

#maybe it's my anxiety and the drama queen in me acting up more than necessary and they have other problems rn but #i already vented a lot to my family in the last 3 days but at some point i might just make something up so i can go back as a guest for gig #like idk lying about them inviting me to come back because they wanna see me and miss me or smth idkkk #sure there are other venues but this is like a second home at this point 💔💔 plus cheap and close up concerts with iconic bands #even if they don't get paid well or even at all but i can make up for that by buying their merch and inviting them for drinks #arenas are lame i can't meet the musicians and make out with them as easily 🙄#i'm posting a poem about the bar later 💔 started it before i even thought about leaving but now it stings and feels nostalgic #hell i cried writing the goodbye message and seeing the lacking replies except for two colleagues' nice texts and my bosses' dry ones #i'm never working somewhere i loved as a customer again i swear it only ruins the experience if you know the behind the scenes #mel talks

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suitetarts · 8 months

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bg3 origins - rock band

astarion: main vocals and face of the band. lives for the attention

lae'zel: absolutely shredding that lead guitar. insane actually. she could be in a much better band

karlach: rhythm guitar and vocals. has personal chats with the crowd in between songs

shadowheart: broody bass player that writes all the songs

wyll: hot drummer that gets all the biggest cheers

gale: keyboard and vibes. also manages the lights and pyrotechnics

#shart writes all these sad emo songs #gale helps and makes sure its not too embarrassing #karlach prefers a different style of music but is just so excited to be in a band with her friends #wyll has industry connections and gets way better venues than they deserve tbh #laezel and astarion act like they hate being there but theyre fuckin liars #also astarion sucks at playing instruments so he HAS to be on vocals #i have no artistic skill but i'm going to doodle this anyway ehe #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3

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oh-gh0st · 8 months

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#ghosts rambles #still in bed. found out plans for today got canceled cus of rain so im happy :3 #i found out the other day i have back dimples!! idk it was interesting #i do find them sooo pretty tho i love how theyre also called venus dimples #anywys im still thinking about vamp choro. augh #i was writing a little bit about him and ghost earlier in bed but i lost steam. doesnt mean im not thinking about him doing kissy ki #im gonna get up soon cause i hungry and wsnt smth to eat

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trinitymarconeptune · 28 days

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𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕨𝕒𝕞𝕡

#the sims 3 #sims 3 #the sims #simblr #ts3 #jose comerio #miquela gardiner-soto #venus subs #when you cannot write the whole length story #it's time to create and write random scenes with visuals #also nope i do not know any spanish actually except of just a few words #unfortunately

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boingly · 11 months

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// blood gore

flies, I don't know why I like to draw flies with blood...well it's not like they don't die in the game xd

sorry for taking so long to post something (I'm running out of ideas 😔)

#cafe venus flytrap #fanart #<3 #still don't know what to write #fly #yes...#blood

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thegroovywitch · 1 year

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Led Zeppelin performing at the Spectrum, Philadelphia, PA, March 31, 1970.

Enter Robert Plant, lead singer. He looked like Rapunzel with a comb out. Wearing a body shirt and spray-on blue bells, he gave every straight chick and gay guy the treat of their day. Throughout the first number he seemed more involved in displaying his pelvic virtuosity than his vocal skill. While prancing in his wooden shoes, he thrust out his groin and shimmied his fanny in a delightfully outrageous manner. Finishing his first song with a sexual assualt on the microphone, Plant stood sweating amid the moderate applause of the crowd.

Seeing that his technique only had minimal success on the hip Philadelphia audience, he decided to let them hear what they came for, the LED ZEPPELIN. The rest of Plant’s numbers showed that he was a better singer than eroticist. He squeezed everything he could out of the “Lemon Song,” “Good Times, Bad Times,” “Dazed and Confused”, “How Many More Times” and “Whole Lotta Love”.

The rest of the group, to my amazement, were fantastic. Some of the guitar work by Jimmy Page was even better than the record, which is saying a lot. His use of a violin bow in playing an electric guitar produces some devastating variations which have become the ZEPPELINS trademark. Page assualts, rapes, stomps, beats, and loves his guitar into submission. The instrument seems to say, “you know I can’t do this but if you insist, I’ll try”, every time Page produces another new sound on his versatile music machine. In his solo “Black Mountainside” Page displayed incredible skill and gaged by their reaction the audience realized it.

The LED ZEPPELIN’s drummer Richard Bonham got it on in a thirty minute solo. His speed on the drums seemed to rival Ginger Baker and his rhythm seemed more practiced and accurate than the sometimes sloppy “Toad”: Bonham used drumsticks for the first fifteen minutes and then abandoned them to play only with his hands. It gave the impression of a modern revolutionary beating the war drums but whatever the impression the huge Spectrum crowd dug it, and gave him a standing, clapping, shouting, whistling ovation at the end of his half hour ordeal.

LED ZEPPELIN’s organ was prominent in their first album and a solo base guitar by John Paul Jones showed why. This number showed that the group indeed has depth and that each member can hold court to several thousand critical Philadelphians. By the encore, however, his bass was dragging, as could be seen in “Whole Lotta Love”.

At 11:30 P.M. an exhausted LED ZEPPELIN left the Spectrum stage from the last encore. They were happy. The crowd was happy (Plant made sure of that by asking them several times during the performance. The last time he asked, the notorious Spectrum roof blew off from the audiences responses.) And I was happy. Even with the Spectrum’s inferior acoustics nothing could stop them. The LED ZEPPELIN had renewed my faith in electric rock concerts with a fine performance.

— By Clark Deleon

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