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After this
It was a few days after the New Year before Aarne could manage to get to visit. He was newly engaged and had spent the week between Christmas and New Years with Joe. He also had an excuse. Since Isamu never showed up at the Christmas party, Aarne had gifts that were never picked up. One was a very old book from Vars on old Norse language and folklore, the others were smaller things and sweets. He was worried but knocked on the door anyway. Everyone had a hard time some times.
It was a few days after the New Year before Aarne could manage to get to visit. He was newly engaged and had spent the week between Christmas and New Years with Joe. He also had an excuse. Since Isamu never showed up at the Christmas party, Aarne had gifts that were never picked up. One was a very old book from Vars on old Norse language and folklore, the others were smaller things and sweets. He was worried but knocked on the door anyway. Everyone had a hard time some times.
It Won't Make it to Lunchtime
Jan. 29th, 2022 04:47 pmFor Smut Prompt 61: “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”
( Shopping with a purpose )
( Shopping with a purpose )
Old Trauma and Open Wounds
Jan. 5th, 2022 08:16 pmNote: Contains self loathing mindset, discussion of gender dysphoria.
71) "I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”
( Mirror Mirror )
71) "I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”
( Mirror Mirror )
Birthday Babe
Oct. 3rd, 2021 11:17 amFor Casual Affection 16. taking a photo of the smiling or in their element
Aarne had dressed early and had wild make up on and an outfit that was all spandex and fishnet, skin tight, and now he was sitting on the bed pulling on his boots. He'd tried several times to rouse Joe who managed to sleep through any attempt to wake him up. Now, a pot of coffee, lines of coke, and dressed Aarne was out of control with energy.
“JOE!!!” He screamed it right in his sleeping lover's face.
It brought Joe to with a cry and then rubbing his eyes. “Babe! What?”
“Get up!” Aarne was tugging at the tired bassist who was reluctantly sliding toward the edge of the bed and sitting up. “It's my birthday!”
Joe looked groggily at the Fin for a moment while trying to get a grip on all the excitement. What time was it even? Slowly, pushing his back his hair he stared at the all too obviously high drummer. “Your...?” Then it sunk in. “It's your birthday, Peachy.?”
The nod from the Fin got the Brit in motion though he was still dizzy, hungover, dehydrated, whatever. “We got to go out and do something.”
“I've been trying to get you up for hours.” Aarne pouted, only to have those pouty lips kissed as Joe went to the bathroom. Quick shower and clean up had the Brit back out in the room digging through the stack of clothing. Mostly mixed up because they both wore nearly the same kinds of things aside from colors sometimes and the Fin's thinner and much longer legs. Aarne was drinking more coffee while waiting and bouncing softly on the edge of the bed.
“Ready.” The word barely escaped Joe's lips before the drummer was dragging him out the door and shoving a cup of coffee into his hands to wake him up more.
“We need to do something fun.” Aarne spun around in the lobby looking for some indication of direction then stopped to stare at his partner who was finally perking up to his usual energy level when they pushed out the revolving doors of the hotel, both shoved in the the same little cubby together and giggling. There was no other option for the two wild musicians.
Aarne stopped looking down the two directions of the street. “Which way?”
Joe paused and slid an arm around the drummer's waist. “Your choice birthday babe.”
Aarne headed to the left, hand interlaced with Joe's as they walked past store fronts. Nothing was immediately appealing though food and shopping and drinking would be a welcome beginning to the day. It was still a beginning of the day even if it was well into the afternoon.
“OH!!!” Aarne stopped then started dragging Joe into the street, right into traffic and across the other side. The bassist was luckily awake enough to dodge the cars and bicycles on the street while the Fin was set on something in a Galleria across the street. “Look.”
Joe followed the Fin's pointing as they stood outside the glass wall of the front. Nothing seemed special and that too long of a pause had the drummer yanking him through the door.
“Look!” the Fin screamed without stopping as he pulled his lover on into the main walkway of the Galleria. Suddenly, the Brit realized what his lover saw and felt the excitement get contagious.
“Pictures.” Now Joe was dragging the drummer. The Brit loved pictures, taking them, being in them, and it would be perfect for celebrating the first birthday with his Fin. Joe fed all the cash he had in his wallet into the machine without looking at the fact that near 100 picture strips were about to be taken.
Joe slipped behind the curtain and yanked the Fin into this lap. It was hard to get the curtain closed and the drummer's legs were way too long for the booth. It left his heavy booted feet kicking around outside the bottom of the curtain. Joe hit the button to start the pictures taking. That first one was a kiss that had Aarne giggling but it soon turned to madness. Aarne biting the Brit's bicep and the Brit pulling his drummer's hair. Smudged make up and Aarne trying to fit into the shot when Joe spanked his ass for his birthday. Several pictures had Aarne alone surprised and screaming because Joe had tumbled off the little seat and out of the booth onto the floor. Aarne helping him up and laughing as he held his head after hitting it on the too short ceiling. Joe offering the Fin a surprise bottle of Jack that the Drummer didn't even know he had. More giggling as they fed each other the whole bottle of booze, spilling probably a quarter of it through the laughter and the missed attempts. A picture of Joe screaming in Aarne's lap when the high drummer decided to find out where he was ticklish and refused to relent. A couple lewd pictures were in the mess of them because the two couldn't resist the pull of lust while squirming around behind the little curtain.
It left them spilling out after about 20 minutes laughing and cheeks red and hurting from too much giggling. Aarne grabbed Joe and pressed a kiss to his lips while they waited for the mound of pictures to print. Aarne grabbed all the little strips and waved the handful of them in the air.
“Let's find a bar and look at your birthday pictures.” Joe laughed and gave Aarne another slap on the ass before the walked farther into the Galleria to find some booze, hand in hand and the Fin still unable to stop the giggling.
Aarne had dressed early and had wild make up on and an outfit that was all spandex and fishnet, skin tight, and now he was sitting on the bed pulling on his boots. He'd tried several times to rouse Joe who managed to sleep through any attempt to wake him up. Now, a pot of coffee, lines of coke, and dressed Aarne was out of control with energy.
“JOE!!!” He screamed it right in his sleeping lover's face.
It brought Joe to with a cry and then rubbing his eyes. “Babe! What?”
“Get up!” Aarne was tugging at the tired bassist who was reluctantly sliding toward the edge of the bed and sitting up. “It's my birthday!”
Joe looked groggily at the Fin for a moment while trying to get a grip on all the excitement. What time was it even? Slowly, pushing his back his hair he stared at the all too obviously high drummer. “Your...?” Then it sunk in. “It's your birthday, Peachy.?”
The nod from the Fin got the Brit in motion though he was still dizzy, hungover, dehydrated, whatever. “We got to go out and do something.”
“I've been trying to get you up for hours.” Aarne pouted, only to have those pouty lips kissed as Joe went to the bathroom. Quick shower and clean up had the Brit back out in the room digging through the stack of clothing. Mostly mixed up because they both wore nearly the same kinds of things aside from colors sometimes and the Fin's thinner and much longer legs. Aarne was drinking more coffee while waiting and bouncing softly on the edge of the bed.
“Ready.” The word barely escaped Joe's lips before the drummer was dragging him out the door and shoving a cup of coffee into his hands to wake him up more.
“We need to do something fun.” Aarne spun around in the lobby looking for some indication of direction then stopped to stare at his partner who was finally perking up to his usual energy level when they pushed out the revolving doors of the hotel, both shoved in the the same little cubby together and giggling. There was no other option for the two wild musicians.
Aarne stopped looking down the two directions of the street. “Which way?”
Joe paused and slid an arm around the drummer's waist. “Your choice birthday babe.”
Aarne headed to the left, hand interlaced with Joe's as they walked past store fronts. Nothing was immediately appealing though food and shopping and drinking would be a welcome beginning to the day. It was still a beginning of the day even if it was well into the afternoon.
“OH!!!” Aarne stopped then started dragging Joe into the street, right into traffic and across the other side. The bassist was luckily awake enough to dodge the cars and bicycles on the street while the Fin was set on something in a Galleria across the street. “Look.”
Joe followed the Fin's pointing as they stood outside the glass wall of the front. Nothing seemed special and that too long of a pause had the drummer yanking him through the door.
“Look!” the Fin screamed without stopping as he pulled his lover on into the main walkway of the Galleria. Suddenly, the Brit realized what his lover saw and felt the excitement get contagious.
“Pictures.” Now Joe was dragging the drummer. The Brit loved pictures, taking them, being in them, and it would be perfect for celebrating the first birthday with his Fin. Joe fed all the cash he had in his wallet into the machine without looking at the fact that near 100 picture strips were about to be taken.
Joe slipped behind the curtain and yanked the Fin into this lap. It was hard to get the curtain closed and the drummer's legs were way too long for the booth. It left his heavy booted feet kicking around outside the bottom of the curtain. Joe hit the button to start the pictures taking. That first one was a kiss that had Aarne giggling but it soon turned to madness. Aarne biting the Brit's bicep and the Brit pulling his drummer's hair. Smudged make up and Aarne trying to fit into the shot when Joe spanked his ass for his birthday. Several pictures had Aarne alone surprised and screaming because Joe had tumbled off the little seat and out of the booth onto the floor. Aarne helping him up and laughing as he held his head after hitting it on the too short ceiling. Joe offering the Fin a surprise bottle of Jack that the Drummer didn't even know he had. More giggling as they fed each other the whole bottle of booze, spilling probably a quarter of it through the laughter and the missed attempts. A picture of Joe screaming in Aarne's lap when the high drummer decided to find out where he was ticklish and refused to relent. A couple lewd pictures were in the mess of them because the two couldn't resist the pull of lust while squirming around behind the little curtain.
It left them spilling out after about 20 minutes laughing and cheeks red and hurting from too much giggling. Aarne grabbed Joe and pressed a kiss to his lips while they waited for the mound of pictures to print. Aarne grabbed all the little strips and waved the handful of them in the air.
“Let's find a bar and look at your birthday pictures.” Joe laughed and gave Aarne another slap on the ass before the walked farther into the Galleria to find some booze, hand in hand and the Fin still unable to stop the giggling.
It had been a few days since they had been busy playing on stage. However, in all of his wisdom, Tom had set aside nearly a week for the bands to hang out in California. The Angels had gone out together for the afternoon, something all the bands did despite partners across the bands. The family, the band itself, needed time to hang with their own, like hanging out with brothers or sisters instead of a partner, it was important. That made this the perfect time for his plan. He had spent hours on this and eventually he came banging on Erik's door in the hotel, nearly ten at night, bottle of wine and a glass in hand.
"Erik!?" He called when the door wasn't answered right away.
"Erik!?" He called when the door wasn't answered right away.
Current list:
Look What the Cat Dragged in - Poison
Dude Looks like a Lady - Aerosmith
Lipstick and Leather - Y&T
Kickstart my Heart - Motley Crue
Girlschool - Britny Fox
Real Wild Child - Iggy Pop
Do You Want to Touch Me - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
I Can't Drive 55 - Sammy Hagar
LA Woman - Billy Idol or The Doors
Wild Hearted Son - The Cult
Hard to Handle - Black Crowes
Love on the Rocks - Poison
Living After Midnight - Judas Priest
You Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC
LOVE Machine - WASP
Bang - Gorky Park
Rebel Rebel - David Bowie
Born to Raise Hell - Motorhead
Mony Mony - Billy Idol
Where There's a Whip There's a Way - Faster Pussycat
Unskinny Bop - Poison
Trash - Alice Cooper
Slave Me - The Scorpions
Bad Reputation - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Pistol - Beasts with No Names
Break the System - WAR*HALL
Live Wire - Motley Crue
Primal Scream - Motley Crue
Lust for Life - Iggy Pop
Born This Way - Lady Gaga
Looks that Kill - Motley Crue
Shots - LMFAO
Cradle of Love - Billy Idol
Turn Me Loose - Loveboy
Wolf Totem - The Hu
Blood Sacrifice Sacrifice - Tenggar Cavalry
Rag Doll - Aerosmith
Kiss This - Maneskin
New Song - Maneskin
Talk Dirty to Me - Poison
Fire Woman - The Cult
Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard
Your Mama Don't Dance - Poison
Lick it Up - KISS
C'Mon and Love Me - Skid Row
Let's Put the X in Sex - KISS
I was Made for Lovin' You - KISS
Rock and Roll All Nite - KISS
Norupo - Heilung
Nordrljos - Skald
IC Contact
May. 22nd, 2021 08:56 am
You've reached the Finnish Terror. Too late, I'm out making a disaster at a show or a bar or the hotel. Get your lazy asses out to make this world wilder.... FOLLOW THE SOUND OF THUNDER BITCHES!
Move to the City
May. 4th, 2021 08:18 pm[For the Nexus Prompt: 1. A childhood memory that meant a lot to your character.]
( This is Big Trouble )
( This is Big Trouble )
Glada Vappen!
Apr. 30th, 2021 07:39 pmAarne hadn't celebrated holidays properly in over a year which left him feeling disconnected. Giant bonfires in the streets and rampant reindeer were frowned upon in most civilized cities, unless of course the punks were involved, then that was arson not celebrations.. ok, well for the punks it was a celebration but not for a Saami.
In the Nexus though, oh here he could do whatever he wanted, or that was what he had learned in his few visits. He had been planning and cooking and collecting. The gods probably don't even know where he stirred up reindeer from in the Nexus but he has and Mouka was happy to have a job keeping them corralled. His usual rock gear is augmented with his family necklace and oddly doesn't look too out of place with rest of his wildness.
He didn't have a lot but parties always started this way. The host had some things and then people came and brought more booze and food, ordering all kinds of things. Aarne did bring Mead, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and a a bunch of lemon tippaleipä batter. He had cooked some but this was something he could show visitors how to make on their own. The honey mead based sugar in a large bowl. Strips of dried reindeer meat and juustoleipä, a Finnish reindeer milk cheese, are out on the table too. There are fruits; strawberries, apples, and nuts which were common as well as a cream from reindeer milk traditional to the culture and nearly like unfermented yogurt.
That all done he looked to the huge pile of logs that he had gotten from various people around the Nexus. The Sami added leaves to it to create smoke at first to attract others. Before lighting it he put up a banner of hide dedicated to the Akka, the female fertility spirits, decorated with the same imagery as his traditional drum. It was sentimental, the first drum he ever learned to play.
Drum in hand he poured kerosene on the log pile and lit it. The reindeer spooked at the sudden fire but soon calmed, especially when the tall Fin went among them.
In the Nexus though, oh here he could do whatever he wanted, or that was what he had learned in his few visits. He had been planning and cooking and collecting. The gods probably don't even know where he stirred up reindeer from in the Nexus but he has and Mouka was happy to have a job keeping them corralled. His usual rock gear is augmented with his family necklace and oddly doesn't look too out of place with rest of his wildness.
He didn't have a lot but parties always started this way. The host had some things and then people came and brought more booze and food, ordering all kinds of things. Aarne did bring Mead, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and a a bunch of lemon tippaleipä batter. He had cooked some but this was something he could show visitors how to make on their own. The honey mead based sugar in a large bowl. Strips of dried reindeer meat and juustoleipä, a Finnish reindeer milk cheese, are out on the table too. There are fruits; strawberries, apples, and nuts which were common as well as a cream from reindeer milk traditional to the culture and nearly like unfermented yogurt.
That all done he looked to the huge pile of logs that he had gotten from various people around the Nexus. The Sami added leaves to it to create smoke at first to attract others. Before lighting it he put up a banner of hide dedicated to the Akka, the female fertility spirits, decorated with the same imagery as his traditional drum. It was sentimental, the first drum he ever learned to play.
Drum in hand he poured kerosene on the log pile and lit it. The reindeer spooked at the sudden fire but soon calmed, especially when the tall Fin went among them.
Just starting this.
Aarne is for the Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust universe
Trigger warning for references to abuse
Name: Aarne "the Eagle" Järvinen (Rik sometimes calls him Aare)
Media Names: The Finnish Terror
Age: 21
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black (Dyed from Pale-ish Brown)
Height: 6'3" (Often taller due to high heeled boots 6'6"+)
Weight: Athletic and Lithe ~175 lbs
Ethnicity: Finnish/Saami
Religious tendancies: Shamanistic/Animistic
Drum Kit of Choice: See here
Inspirations: Ralph Molina, Phil Rudd, Mick Avory, Michael Shrieve, Tommy Ramone, Jerome "Bigfoot" Brailey, John Bonham. Neil Peart, Charlie Watts
Gender: Genderqueer (presents as a Feminine female or feminine androgynous male - preferred pronoun He/They or the Scandinavian Hen.)
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Profession: Percussion for the Hammers, amateur chef, make up artist
Distinguishing marks: Aarne has several tattoos, most obvious is the word "Sleazy" tattooed down the inside of his left forearm. He also has colored stars over both shoulders and down his back and a reindeer on his right shoulder. His ears, tongue, nipples, nose, and navel are pierced. He also has a large scar over the front his right hip from being slashed with a knife.
Abilities/talents: Drumming (Rock and traditional/Sami), traditional drum making, Languages spoken: English, Sami, and Finnish; some Swedish, Danish, and Norwegian picked up from his bandmates. cooking, baking, amateur motorcycle racer, reindeer care, hunting, leatherworking, cosmetology.
Personality: Out of control, bubbly, loud, and excessively friendly, Aarne is free spirited and doesn't care what anyone else thinks about what he does. Prone to breaking rules and social protocols for the fun of it. He can get on some people's nerves because he rarely tones down. He loves people and encourages everyone to take part in everything. Prone to cooking when people are down or sick, Aarne is loving under the crazy and brazen behavior.
Background: Aarne was born in the extreme north of Finland and spent their childhood herding reindeer and learning the traditional culture of the Sami people. His father was the 'veterinarian' for the herds of both his family and some of the other nearby families. When Aarne was a ten his mother found an opportunity in Rovaniemi, Finland to learn to be a nurse at Lapin ammattikorkeakoulu. Aarne and his parents moved from the Sami culture into a mainstream Finnish city. At 11, just after moving, he came out to his mother about wanting to be a woman which started a streak of bad interactions with many people around, especially at school. He still loved drumming and his parents got him his first drum kit at 13. He played incessantly during all of his free time, though he is mostly self taught. He didn't like school as much due to the mentality that he should leave what he grew up behind him as well as some people poking fun at him for wearing make up, long hair and "women's clothing". Some abused him physically and emotionally starting at 12 and continuing until he moved south at 18. He learned to perform sexual favors to stay safe and gain some sort of positive attention from others, particularly older teens and young men. He hid this from his parents because he was afraid that the people who wanted to hurt him would attack his family if they knew he was in danger. He didn't want his parents to get hurt trying to protect him from people that really just wanted to hurt Aarne. The mindset he developed was detrimental and left long term issues with intimacy, sex and relationships. He was called a lot of derogatory words including Sleazy which he embraced and only fueled his rebellious streak as he acted out against the pressures he endured outside home.
Aarne's little sister (Pb Catinca Untaru), Ávrá (Sami for aurora) was born just before he turned 17. Aarne was 18 when his parents encouraged him to go south and find a band to play with that would let him be famous like he wanted to be and escape the verbal abuse they had become aware of over time. Testing the social ideas of being in a rock band as something masculine, Aarne went to all of his auditions in make up and feminine clothing with a very masculine personality. A lot of bands refused to even let him audition but Hunter thought their look was perfect.
Aarne has a Finnish Lapphund named Mouka. Friendly, goofy, and high energy like her master, Mouka is often found with the band.
The People:
The Hammers!
Hunter (Lead Singer):![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rockin_thehousedown,
Vars (Bassist):midnight_devil
Rik (Lead Guitar):riff_razor
Hans (Rhythm Guitarist):swedish_rocker
The Hottest Boy on the Block:
Joe Burn Them All (helland_damnation)
Aarne is for the Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust universe
Trigger warning for references to abuse
Name: Aarne "the Eagle" Järvinen (Rik sometimes calls him Aare)
Media Names: The Finnish Terror
Age: 21
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black (Dyed from Pale-ish Brown)
Height: 6'3" (Often taller due to high heeled boots 6'6"+)
Weight: Athletic and Lithe ~175 lbs
Ethnicity: Finnish/Saami
Religious tendancies: Shamanistic/Animistic
Drum Kit of Choice: See here
Inspirations: Ralph Molina, Phil Rudd, Mick Avory, Michael Shrieve, Tommy Ramone, Jerome "Bigfoot" Brailey, John Bonham. Neil Peart, Charlie Watts
Gender: Genderqueer (presents as a Feminine female or feminine androgynous male - preferred pronoun He/They or the Scandinavian Hen.)
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Profession: Percussion for the Hammers, amateur chef, make up artist
Distinguishing marks: Aarne has several tattoos, most obvious is the word "Sleazy" tattooed down the inside of his left forearm. He also has colored stars over both shoulders and down his back and a reindeer on his right shoulder. His ears, tongue, nipples, nose, and navel are pierced. He also has a large scar over the front his right hip from being slashed with a knife.
Abilities/talents: Drumming (Rock and traditional/Sami), traditional drum making, Languages spoken: English, Sami, and Finnish; some Swedish, Danish, and Norwegian picked up from his bandmates. cooking, baking, amateur motorcycle racer, reindeer care, hunting, leatherworking, cosmetology.
Personality: Out of control, bubbly, loud, and excessively friendly, Aarne is free spirited and doesn't care what anyone else thinks about what he does. Prone to breaking rules and social protocols for the fun of it. He can get on some people's nerves because he rarely tones down. He loves people and encourages everyone to take part in everything. Prone to cooking when people are down or sick, Aarne is loving under the crazy and brazen behavior.
Background: Aarne was born in the extreme north of Finland and spent their childhood herding reindeer and learning the traditional culture of the Sami people. His father was the 'veterinarian' for the herds of both his family and some of the other nearby families. When Aarne was a ten his mother found an opportunity in Rovaniemi, Finland to learn to be a nurse at Lapin ammattikorkeakoulu. Aarne and his parents moved from the Sami culture into a mainstream Finnish city. At 11, just after moving, he came out to his mother about wanting to be a woman which started a streak of bad interactions with many people around, especially at school. He still loved drumming and his parents got him his first drum kit at 13. He played incessantly during all of his free time, though he is mostly self taught. He didn't like school as much due to the mentality that he should leave what he grew up behind him as well as some people poking fun at him for wearing make up, long hair and "women's clothing". Some abused him physically and emotionally starting at 12 and continuing until he moved south at 18. He learned to perform sexual favors to stay safe and gain some sort of positive attention from others, particularly older teens and young men. He hid this from his parents because he was afraid that the people who wanted to hurt him would attack his family if they knew he was in danger. He didn't want his parents to get hurt trying to protect him from people that really just wanted to hurt Aarne. The mindset he developed was detrimental and left long term issues with intimacy, sex and relationships. He was called a lot of derogatory words including Sleazy which he embraced and only fueled his rebellious streak as he acted out against the pressures he endured outside home.
Aarne's little sister (Pb Catinca Untaru), Ávrá (Sami for aurora) was born just before he turned 17. Aarne was 18 when his parents encouraged him to go south and find a band to play with that would let him be famous like he wanted to be and escape the verbal abuse they had become aware of over time. Testing the social ideas of being in a rock band as something masculine, Aarne went to all of his auditions in make up and feminine clothing with a very masculine personality. A lot of bands refused to even let him audition but Hunter thought their look was perfect.
Aarne has a Finnish Lapphund named Mouka. Friendly, goofy, and high energy like her master, Mouka is often found with the band.
The People:
The Hammers!
Hunter (Lead Singer):
rockin_thehousedown,Vars (Bassist):
midnight_devilRik (Lead Guitar):
riff_razorHans (Rhythm Guitarist):
swedish_rockerThe Hottest Boy on the Block:
Joe Burn Them All (
helland_damnation)
