#//glowing letters [Verse Talk]

[linkemon]

Confession headcanons

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Part 1 | Part 2 of the confession headcanons.

This part contains: Rook Hunt, Riddle Rosehearts and Floyd Leech.

Rook Hunt

• Even if you weren't fully aware of Rook's love for you, its signs would catch up with you faster than his arrow. Mainly because Hunt doesn't hide his feelings towards anyone. His love for beautiful things is widely known. What can be more beautiful than love? It might be difficult to distinguish his usual delight from this feeling. Because Rook has been singing paeans to you basically from the very beginning of your acquaintance.

• You would definitely feel valued around him. He sees your advantages but at the same time loves your flaws. Do you bump into things? You don't want to study? Did you cause mischief with Ace and Deuce? He thinks it's a charming display of unpredictability, which makes him like you even more.

• You would have to come to terms with his stalker tendencies. If you knew how much he watched you to plan the perfect confession, you'd think twice if you really wanted to be with him...

• Vil doesn't have much patience. He promised himself that if he heard Rook start talking about the sparkle in your eyes again, he would remove him from his position at Pomefiore. The poor boy had no choice but to stop.

• Rook's confession would consist of love letters that would bring you to your knees. Delivered by an arrow, of course. He couldn't send just one. It would take time because he had a large supply of them. Poems about your appearance, interesting facts about yourself that you don't notice or a quick sketch of your face. He kept them all and now he decided to reveal them to you. You would have known after the first letter but it's nice to see the new ones coming after you've already told him that you reciprocate his feelings.

Riddle Rosehearts

• You would be the one to confess your feelings to him before he had the chance to do so. Riddle would have seen something happening to him. His attention would start flying out the window and it would worry him terribly. History of magic lesson with Trein and he didn't write down a few sentences of his notes? Disgraceful behaviour on his part. And all because you had physical education with Vargas outside the window near him. You were laughing loudly at something and he could almost imagine the sound.

• He wouldn't be able to understand that he was in love. His mother didn't talk to him about such things, so although he understood in theory that people were together, he had no practice in this area because she always locked him at home. Trey would gently suggest this possibility to him but he would hotly deny his words.

• You would have to take matters into your own hands. You'd realize pretty quickly that Rosehearts reciprocated your feelings. After all, no one else escapes his spell as easily as you. In front of no one, his cheeks glow as scarlet as the Queen of Hearts' dress. At unbirthday parties, he serves you first and you are always welcome in his dorm, even if he was busy studying. Knowing his character would let you know that you had to take the first step.

• You would scrape the thaumarks you had saved especially for such occasions. For once the rules of the Queen of Hearts would be useful. A bouquet of freshly cut red roses, of course in an odd number, clearly suggested a declaration of love. Riddle, versed in complex laws, would have understood immediately when you handed it to him. You would be answered by the redness in his cheeks and the silence, after which he would say that he needed to think about it. Don't worry, it wouldn't take him long. He would just have to get used to this new thought.

Floyd Leech

• Confessing your feelings for Floyd would be as strange as your entire relationship. One day he would just say you were his girlfriend. Just like that. You wouldn't take it to heart because the guy is always saying very random things, one third of which are jokes, one third are lies and the rest are true. You assumed it was another joke and that's it.

• It would piss you off when he got between you and a freshman you went to class with and talked to. He would put his head on your shoulder and tell him to get lost because he wanted to talk to his girlfriend. You would grumble under your breath and follow Floyd, not taking his words seriously.

• That was until one time at the Mostro Lounge, his brother asked if you were going to go home with them because it would be nice for their parents to meet you. You would look at him as if he had grown an extra tentacle. In your head you weren't even a couple. Meanwhile, Floyd allegedly talked about it at virtually any occasion. You would go to him right away to explain it.

• Floyd wouldn't be moved by his favourite shrimpy yelling at him. After your tirade, he would ask how you wanted him to confess his feelings to you, completely unfazed. Whatever you say, he will do it. Do you want to put him to some test this way? No problem. For him, it might even be a confession made on the moon. His cleverness is not decoration. When he really cares about something (or someone), he will get it sooner or later.

• Ne, shrimpy... you better have the sweetest kiss in the world for his hardships. Once Floyd sticks to you, you won't get rid of him easily...

[writingforstraykids]

Letters Of Love - Hyunjin🖤

Pairing: Hyunjin x gn!Reader (poly!skz)

Word Count: 882

Summary: Your next message goes to Hyunjin - this time about a sunny day spent in a field of flowers.

Warnings/Tags: fluff

A/N: My bad, I was swamped with work yesterday, and I didn't have the energy to prepare the post😅I hope you guys enjoy it🖤

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan | Minho | Changbin | Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

You take a deep breath, your heart warming as you click on the next picture in your gallery. This one is a little different from the rest—so soft and dreamy that it almost looks like something out of a fairy tale. It’s from a day that still feels like a beautiful blur in your memory: a picnic with Hyunjin in the middle of a field of vibrant wildflowers.

In the photo, you’re sitting together on a plaid blanket spread out over the green grass, surrounded by an ocean of delicate blossoms. Hyunjin is facing the camera, his gaze slightly averted as he looks off into the distance with a peaceful smile. His long hair falls over his shoulders in loose waves, gently tousled by the breeze, catching the light of the afternoon sun. He’s leaning back on one hand, his other hand resting near yours as if he’d been just about to reach out. The flowers around him—poppies, daisies, and buttercups—seem to almost glow, their colors blending into a mesmerizing sea of red, white, and yellow. It’s as if he’s the prince of this floral kingdom, serene and perfectly at home in the midst of all that beauty.

You’re in the picture too, your eyes sparkling with joy and laughter. You’d been caught mid-laughter, looking at him like he was the only thing that mattered at that moment. There’s a basket beside you filled with fruits, sandwiches, and little pastries you’d baked together the night before. It’s all so peaceful, so soft, that you can practically feel the warm breeze and hear the distant hum of insects buzzing lazily around you.

That day had been one of those perfect, lazy afternoons that you never wanted to end. Hyunjin had suggested the idea out of the blue—his eyes lighting up as he mentioned a secluded flower field he’d stumbled across while out for a drive. He said it looked like something out of a painting, and you couldn’t resist the excitement in his voice. So, you’d packed up a picnic basket, grabbed a blanket, and headed out together.

When you arrived, the sight took your breath away. The field stretched out in all directions, a riot of colors dancing under the sun. You remember how Hyunjin’s face had softened as he looked around, his eyes wide and awed. Without a word, he’d reached out for your hand, tugging you gently into the middle of the flowers, spinning you around playfully until you were both laughing, the sound drifting up into the clear blue sky.

You’d spent hours there, eating, talking, and lying on your backs, watching the clouds drift by. At one point, he’d plucked a daisy and carefully tucked it behind your ear, his gaze soft and affectionate as he murmured that you looked like something straight out of a dream. Then he’d leaned in, his voice quiet but filled with that familiar poetic rhythm, sharing some verses he’d written just for you—words about love and beauty and the fleeting nature of moments like these.

You felt so close to him in that moment—like the whole world had disappeared, leaving just the two of you and the flowers swaying gently around you. He’d painted the scene perfectly with his words, each one lingering in your heart long after he’d stopped speaking.

With a smile, you select the picture and start typing your message, knowing Hyunjin will understand every sentiment behind each word.

Message to Hyunjin:

My prince,

I found this picture of us in the flower field, and I couldn’t help but remember how magical that day felt. It was like being in a world where everything was softer, brighter, and just… more beautiful because I was there with you. Watching you surrounded by all those flowers, seeing that peaceful smile on your face, I remember thinking, “This is where he belongs.”

That afternoon was perfect, wasn’t it? Just the two of us, no rush, no distractions. I loved the way you pointed out every little detail—the way the colors of the flowers shifted with the sunlight, or how you made up stories about each cloud that drifted by. I could listen to you talk like that forever, Jinnie. You have a way of making even the simplest things feel like art.

Thank you for sharing that side of you with me—for letting me see the world through your eyes, even if just for a little while. You make everything feel softer, more beautiful, just by being there.

Happy anniversary, my prince. Here’s to many more afternoons like that one, and to many more words whispered between us.

With all my love,

Your sunflower

As you send the message, you close your eyes for a moment, the memory of that flower field still vivid in your mind. You can almost feel Hyunjin’s hand reaching for yours, the warmth of his smile when he sees your message. He might blush a little, might hide his face in his hands because he’s so easily flustered, but you know he’ll treasure it, just like he treasures every moment you’ve shared. Because that’s who he is—your prince, forever finding beauty in the smallest of things and making you feel like the most precious part of his world.

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[deadvnstudios]

oh no! i got into a argument with the romanceables and they said something so stupid that upset me! how do they apologize? :3

"H-hey. Can you just... come to my room tonight? I… I have something I want to show you."

Upon entering Tempest's room later that evening, you're immediately struck by its uncharacteristic cleanliness and the candles meticulously arranged along his shelves. They cast a warm glow over Tempest, seated on his bed with legs crossed, cradling a guitar in his lap. He proceeds to serenade you with a song, personally composed for you, by him. The performance is brief, encompassing only a single verse, and as the final note fades, Tempest asks you to forgive him.

"Oopsy-daisy, baby's breath. Iris-pectfully apologize. Please forget-me-not… and uhm… Look. Bad puns aside, what I'm trying to say is… I'm sorry for upsetting you."

The morning after your fight, you find Vein lingering outside your room, a vibrant bouquet of your favorite flowers in her hands. Before you can react, the flowers are crumpled against your chest in a crushing embrace as Vein pulls you into a whirlwind hug. The world blurs as she spins you round and round, leaving you with only two choices:

a) vomit from dizziness or

b) accept her sincerest apology

"Fine, I messed up. Happy? Now pick your apology – but you only get one, got it?"

Insisting that you would be unable to sleep until she apologized, Mary storms into your room in the dead of night, jarring you from sleep. Taking advantage of your grogginess, she pins you to your bed and fans out the thin, crumpled slices of paper clutched in her hand. She orders you to select one. On each slip of paper, a different IOU is written:

IOU a full day of doing whatever the hell you want to do

IOU a movie night where we watch all of your favorite trash movies

IOU a letter detailing all of your least annoying traits

IOU a homemade dinner of your choosing (...but cooked by Noel, he owes me)

"Darling dearest, how much longer will you leave me to linger in the hall? My night will be frigid, unbearably bothersome as I shiver on my lonesome without you by my side….could you find it in your heart to forgive a fool? At least one foolishly in love?”

You sigh as Mona continues to dramatically plead at your bedroom door, talons tapping incessantly against the wood as her anxieties begin to emerge. As you finally open the door, she rushes in and nearly tackles you to the ground. Trapped within her hold she noisily smooches over the entirety of your face, cradling you like you’re something precious. Irreplaceable. You two will have a serious talk in the morning, but you’ll spend the rest of the night tangled together, cuddling under the sheets as she whispers into your ear every reason she fell for you to begin with.

“Beloved, the affliction of affection ails me; my world becoming insipid and dull in your absence. In having wounded you, I have wounded myself. I will eagerly bleed my heart dry in repentance if it can’t beat beside yours. I would give you all of myself to see you smile at me once more. Please, return to me tomorrow. I miss you.”

The note Sorin slipped under your door is littered with a stray tear mark here and there. Your heart aches as the the crooked letters, scribbled on hurriedly, bleed across the page from the dampness. When you go to find him the next morning, Sorin eagerly intertwines their fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles as they beg for your pardon and your company. The two of you plan to take a nap in the sunlit garden, but you have to silence Sorin with a kiss as he prattles on, praising your character.

”Wait…I…please. Hear me out.”

Noel heaves against the doorframe, one arm holding open the door you’d planned to shove close. Though his ears burn in shame, he requests that you join him that evening for dinner. In his room. Alone. When you arrive you’re taken aback by the makeshift candlelit dinner set up on a picnic blanket on the floor. Noel sheepishly lights a candle, letting you know that he’s prepared your favorite. He doesn’t want to talk while the two of you are hangry.

[changingplumbob]

CW: Low level sim spice - Guide to content warnings

Glenn: That was great and I'd love to just go to sleep like a normal person but I think I want to have a quick shower

Silver: *chuckling* Did I get you too messy already

Glenn pulled Silver up to where he could kiss him comfortably.

Glenn: Not at all but sweat tends to make me break out and I don't want to get all crusty

Silver: Fair point, I suppose I should wash up to then so I don't ruin your sheets

Glenn: Oh, you think you're sleeping in my bed do you? Very bold. You can use the washbasin since you're old and I've got dibs on the shower

Silver: I can't join you in the shower?

Glenn: *laughing* Definitely not now if ever, I have a whole washing routine that I am very loyal to

Glenn turned on the water and climbed right in while Silver washed down in the sink. It was amusing watching Glenn shower. He had several songs he would sing while he did it, and seemed to have parts of his routine that tied to particular verses or choruses. When Silver was clean he went back to the room to pull his underwear on and grab Glenn's discarded clothes. Back in the bathroom he closed his eyes and listened to Glenn's singing voice. It wasn't the best he'd heard but it was every bit as adorable as Glenn was.

Glenn: Can you pass my towel Silver

Silver opened his eyes and looked where Glenn was pointing. Grabbing it he went back and started drying Glenn.

Glenn: Uh, what are you doing

Silver: *smiles* Helping

Glenn: Very nice but try not to make me need another shower

Silver: No funny business, I promise

When Glenn was dry and dressed the pair hoped in bed and Glenn cuddled up close to Silver.

Glenn: I'm going to miss you when you're away

Silver: Yeah. Me to

Glenn: Do you think, maybe one day, you won't have to move around all the time? That you'll be okay being still?

Silver: I hope so

Glenn: Well I can wait. I think you're going to be worth it

Silver thought about the best way to reply but before he thought of a response Glenn was asleep. Part of him didn't want to leave, but while he felt safe with Glenn he still felt like he'd been in Willow Creek too long. A lifetime of being pursued by hunters was hard to shake.

In the morning he was extra quiet while he got his things together. Glenn looked so peaceful sleeping, he didn't want to disturb him. He searched the house for a pen and paper but couldn't find any. Did people not write letters anymore or just spellcasters? Taking one last look at Glenn he left, there was no time like the present to figure out the whole texting thing.

When Glenn woke up he wasn't startled at being alone, he normally woke up in an empty bed after all. But as he dozed the memories of the past few days came back, especially last night. Smiling he sat up and looked around but Silver's pack and sleeping bag were gone. He must have left already. Glenn felt a sadness in his heart again but it was different than the sadness after Grayson. While that had been a desolation this was more of a... lonely feeling. He didn't feel abandoned, or unloved, just by himself.

Propping himself up in bed he looked out the window. Despite the clouds it was peaceful today. He thought back on last night and smiled, trying to commit every moment to memory. In the corner one vial glowed pink from the channeled pleasure. That was good, he'd be able to talk to Henri about the potion today then.

*phone buzzes*

I apologise for leaving without a proper goodbye. You looked so peaceful Babycakes I didn't want to wake you up. I hope you enjoyed last night, I'm hoping we can do it again sometime, winky face. I know you told me how to put in a winky face but I forgot. Have a good day, chat tonight? Dearest wishes, Silver

Glenn lent forward in excitement. How to answer? He quickly ruled out chat language because explaining what lol meant would ruin whatever came before it.

That's okay, it takes time to break a habit right? I'll be right here when you get back. Well probably not in bed but still, you get what I mean. Remember to take pictures of the flowers for me okay?

How to sign off? Something flirty? Something proper? Something sincere? Give up and just send a picture of his pixel parts?

Enjoy your day, I can't wait to talk to you tonight and try to teach you the in and outs of emoji. Cuddles, Glenn

Somewhere far away Silver got the text and thought, what on earth is emoji?

A quick locating spell after breakfast told Glenn Henri was currently in the tower. Grabbing the ingredients he needed he headed off.

Glenn: Good morning Henri! Isn't it a great day

Henri: Yeah it is, I- wait, why are you so chipper? Last time I saw you were wrestling over the idea of harvesting pleasure alone. Did you finally figure it out

Glenn: I did yeah, one vial of pleasure, nice and fresh. By my calculations that means I have all the stuff I need for a potion of plentiful needs

Glenn handed the flask over and Henri studied it closely. Slowly a smile spread across his face and he looked up beaming.

Henri: So you found someone to help you eh? That's great! I'm glad you're leaving that other fellow behind you. You're a nice guy Glenn, you deserve good things

Glenn: What? How do you know I didn't just make it myself

Henri: *chuckling* I'm an artist Glenn. I take just as much care with my potion ingredients as I do when I'm making my pastries. The colour of pleasure differs slightly depending on how many people are involved in making it. I mean they're all shades of pink and red but the trained eye can tell them apart

Glenn: So it tells you I was with someone

Henri: And that they were a werewolf. Don't worry, I won't tell the twins if you don't

Glenn: *sighs* Oh I can only imagine their commentary on the matter

Henri: *chuckles* Best not spoken aloud

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[thechanelmuse]

My Top Albums/EPS of 2025

It's that time again where I give y'all my end-of-the-year music list and take over your dashboard. Hopefully some of these projects or artists will be new to you.

I would love for y'all to tell me your faves this year.

Here's my list:

JAZZ

Charles McPherson - Reverence

Christian McBride & Edgar Meyer - But Who's Gonna Play the Melody

Christian Sands - Embracing Dawn

Immanuel Wilkins - Blues Blood

Jazzmeia Horn - Messages

Jeremy Pelt - Tomorrow's Another Day

Joel Ross - nublues

Kamasi Washington - Fearless Movement

Keyon Harrold - Foreverland

Lakecia Benjamin - Phoenix Reimagined (Live)

Miles Davis - Miles '54: The Prestige Recordings

Miles Davis Quintet - Miles In France 1963 and 1964 - The Bootleg Series, Vol. 8

New Brass Band featuring Trombone Shorty - Live at the 2024 New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival

Nubya Garcia - Odyssey

Samara Joy - Portrait

SOUL/BLUES (ROCK)

Baby Rose with BADBADNOTGOOD - Slow Burn (EP)

Brittany Howard - What Now

Christone “Kingfish” Ingram - Live in London (Expanded Edition)

Jerron Paxton - Things Done Changed

Jovin Webb - Drifter

Lizz Wright - Shadow

GOSPEL

Cory Henry - Church

Karen Clark Sheard - Still Karen

Ricky Dillard - Choirmaster II (Live)

Tamela Mann - Live Breathe Fight

COUNTRY/AMERICANA

Beyoncé - Cowboy Carter

Brittney Spencer - My Stupid Life

Caitlyn Smith - I Think of You (The Heartache Collection)

Elles Bailey - Beneath the Neon Glow

Gabby Barrett - Chapter and Verse

Lainey Wilson - Whirlwind

Luke Combs - Fathers & Sons

Mickey Guyton - House On Fire

Rvshvd - It's Rashad

Tanner Adell - Buckle Bunny (Deluxe) — 2023 album

FOLK

Bessie Jones, John Davis & The Georgia Sea Island Singers - The Complete Friends of Old Time Music Concert

Jessica Pratt - Here In the Pitch

Yasmin Williams - Acadia

ROCK

The Black Keys - Ohio Players (Trophy Edition)

Lenny Kravitz - Blue Electric Light

Linkin Park - From Zero

Olivia Rodrigo - Guts (spilled)

Sum 41 – Heaven :x: Hell

BLENDED GENRES

Amythyst Kiah - Still and Bright

Boney James - Slow Burn

Charlotte Day Wilson - Cyan Blue

Eva Cassidy - Walkin' After Midnight

Gallant - Zinc

Judith Hill - Letters From a Black Widow

Madison Ryann Ward - Purified Love

Marsha Ambrosiuos - CASABLANCO

Matthew Whittaker - On Their Shoulders: An Organ Tribute

Tank and The Bangas - The Heart, The Mind, The Soul

Victoria Monét - Jaguar II: Deluxe

Willow Smith - empathogen

R&B

Andra Day - CASSANDRA (cherith)

Avery*Sunshine - So Glad to Know You

BJ The Chicago Kid - Gravy (Deluxe)

Derand Benarr - En Route

Kenyon Dixon - The R&B You Love: For the '99 and the 2000s

Kyle Dion - If My Jeans Could Talk

Lalah Hathaway - VANTABLACK

Ledisi - Good Life

Lucky Daye - Algorithm

Muni Long - Revenge

NxWorries - Why Lawd?

Ravyn Lenae - Bird's Eye

SiR - HEAVY

Usher - Coming Home

RAP

Big Sean - Better Me Than You

Common & Pete Rock - The Auditorium Vol. 1

Doechii - Alligator Bites Never Heal

Kendrick Lamar - GNX

LL Cool J - The Force

MC Lyte - 1 of 1

Rapsody - Please Don't Cry

ScHoolboy Q - BLUE LIPS

POP

Ariana Grande - Eternal Sunshine

Billie Eilish - HIT ME HARD AND SOFT

Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want To Turn Into You: Everasking Edition

Chappell Roan - The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess

Christina Aguilera - The 25th Anniversary of Christina Aguilera

Gavin DeGraw - Chariot 20

James Bay - Changes All the Time

Sabrina Carpenter - Short n' Sweet

Teddy Swims - I've Tried Everything but Therapy (Part 1.5)

Tori Kelly - TORI.

HOUSE/ELECTRONIC

Durand Bernarr & Charlie Vettuno - Charlie Vettuno Presents… Where in the World is Carmen Randiego?

KAYTRANADA - TIMELESS

HOLIDAY

Boney James - Soulful Holiday Sax

Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong - Ella & Louis Wish You a Swinging Holiday

Jennifer Hudson - The Gift of Love

Kelly Clarkson - When Christmas Comes Around...Again

[rom-e-o]

In my og timeline, considering how the girls aren't as on equal grounds when they first meet (Bess an established, married woman already with a glowing reputation amongst the lower classes of the community (amongst the upper class it's a crapshoot), Connie a woman on the run with essentially nothing), do you think that changes Bess and TeTe's relationship at all compared to what they have in the Scroogeverse, even in a small way?

And on the other hand, in your og timeline, if Bess were ever to appear, do you think her and TeTe's relationship might be a little different there too, compared to the Scroogeverse?

Ough, that is an insanely good question.

For obvious reasons, TeTe is VERY protective of Connie. Not in a controlling way, but in a 'suspicious of any company until they prove their intentions' way.

Their daughter was left on the orphanage doorstep overnight and could have been abducted/worse, Arthur passed early, Orin abuses Connie and makes it hard for her parents to see her for 20 years (something he can do way easier in the og timeline than the modern timeline), Connie attempts suic*de and fails, and TeTe has no other immediate/distant family. Connie is all the family she has (Orin does not count).

By this point, Scrooge and Bess are known for their philanthropic efforts across London, and since TeTe is basically New York's biggest children's philanthropist, she knows them from the papers. Ebenezer might even know TeTe's name in turn ("Wait ... DoGoode? That's familiar. Why is it familiar?") When she receives a letter from Connie from the Scrooge manor stating that she is living there in safety and solace, TeTe takes a boat (damn the risks) and visits herself.

I think what changes would be the start of the relationship. She doesn't view Ebenezer or Bess with disdain, but moreso...interest.

"My daughter has written to me about you two. How you took her in and keep her safe. You allowed her the safety of being able to get back on her feet. I ... am thankful. Suspicious and a still a little terrified, mind you, but VERY thankful."

I think TeTe would still bond with Bess easily, especially as they talk about charity ventures, and would take to her very naturally. I can see the start of their bond having more of an orange/yellow-light start, rather than a green one that comes with the security of the modern AU. I can see the relationship also having a more professional start, since she meets Bess as half the dynamic, charity-dealing duo.

The visits would also be less frequent in this universe, as boat travel would take a month, and was not for the faint of heart.

She's also be a staunch ally of the Scrooges at bigger, high-class functions. If anyone dares to take Bess to task about her nationality, age or upbringing, TeTe will hear NONE of it.

At the start, I see Ezekiel getting some of the most persistent grilling. Though, since he's basically the anti-Orin, she realizes pretty quick that he can be trusted. Maybe.

If Bess and TeTe met in my og timeline, I think TeTe would be much more open from the get-go. Her hierarchy of needs is secure - Connie is well and safe. Orin is incarcerated an entire ocean away. I think, very similarly to the modern-verse, she'd take to Bess after hearing about how horribly her mother treated her. She sees this resilient young lady, and feels a calling to support and help her.

[b4mb1m]

⎯⎯ㅤTORN FEELINGS ( ⭒ )

fandom # : ikemen prince

characters # : chevalier michel , sariel noir , y/n

a / n # : this is a rewrite of the previously posted fic of ' simpleton '

summary # : Chevalier gives y/n a hard time understanding his motive of being a unhelpful. atleast your buddies with Sariel.

Honestly menacing. That's the impression y/n always clung to when referring to the second prince. Chevalier, that man who grazed his eyes over her with a hint of displeasure was not a friendly sight. he would always scoff at her small mistakes and burden her with insults. it was needless, but the prince had found someone to throw his comments at. reminding y/n to feel like a verbally punctured punching bag.

it was shameless of him. he would continue his antics when passing by, her idly chatting away with others in the castle. he would always know how to degrade y/n. make her feel fallen victim to his mentally bruising comments.

their relationship was hard to digress into words. it wasn't necessarily abusive, at least not physically. they weren't on a positive note either, just hatred that spewed through Chevalier. perhaps he was jealous but even so that wouldn't make sense, too immature for him. however, Chevalier would seem to stay a mystery since he would always draw their distance to a close. pushing towards the other and eyeing down. distaste sought his eyes while he looked at her.

during those moments he wouldn't speak a word. no sound ushered. some days he grazed his hand over the other's face. imprinting their features in his mind. it always felt like he wished to make a sculpture of y/n based on these spur of the moment antics of Chevalier. he even let her come into his heart, or more so his private library. stacked across all walls were books of different origins and purpose. stacked in various orders, categorized to Chevalier's favors.

of course, he himself always had to be there, in the library when y/n passed through. he looked on at her, the books she picked out, and her expressions while reading the summary. he always sported an uninterested expression when she looked over to him.

y/n didn't enjoy being accompanied by Chevalier, but as royalty, he deemed y/n, the simpleton, wasn't well understanding of books. foolish isn't it?

as one of the only people to have seen and picked up a few tales that lay on the dusty bookshelves in his private library. it just seemed like another attempt to make her feel bad about herself. sometimes he chimed in to spoil what she was about to read. and by spoil for him it was a full-blown retelling of all the minor details in the book.

as expected demands were thrown to y/n as if she were his maid. clean this, stack this and finish this for me was now a daily occurrence. in his eyes she was as lowly rated as rubbish. Sariel caught on to this but couldn’t talk sense to the man. he played him off with one hand and ignored all the talk Sariel gave him. so Sariel just gave y/n more of a raise and apologized to her on the prince’s behalf. giving her the option to ignore the prince but it wasn’t that easy.

it weirded y/n out at the circumstances she had been given. more so the situation she was now stuck in. it only started as a few simple requests of her assistance.

she was a young girl who chose to live near a pond in the kingdom. it was magnificent, the pond. it always replayed the colors of its surroundings like an oil painting, glistening with the glow from the dropping rays of the Sun. she made a living from upkeeping gardens, and having well-versed knowledge in botanics got her far. that's why Sariel first contacted her.

the letters would always be something to do with their garden and their dire need to have y/n look at it with her own eyes, rather than Sariels attempts to find the corresponding descriptions. and of course, after doing this fairly often she got close with Sariel. he would let her get tours of the palace and look around, even stay for nights or days if needed. they bonded over many topics, whilst having a warm drink to accompany.

the first time she actually came close contact with the second prince was in his library.

it was, to say the least, blooming with the collection of books the sturdy bookshelves held. it was a room just dedicated to the collection's display. and as the girl glazed her eyes upon it she was left shuddering at the sudden presence of a hand on her arm. it was the second prince. he wore a grim look on his face when looking over her face.

he scoffed at her and pushed her away and through the heavy doors. with a snarky comment.

– curiosity killed the cat – as mysterious as ever, she thought.

on his day it was supposed to be a regular visit of hers to look over the garden flowers and if they were cared for. upon arrival she greeted Sariel and immediately headed towards the pristine gates that led to the garden. the magnificent gates were already opened, no sign of the two usual guards she was acquaintanced with. stealing glances over the blooming flowers - poppies, azaleas, daisies and so many more.roses were especially alluring this season, they were a memorable crimson red. if it had rained they were guaranteed to look just like fresh blood. glistening by newly slain victims' blood. tough now they looked unchirped, something y/n always hated. the perception of thorns seemed unclean and she always did the needed work to fix this.

whilst heading towards the roses an outstandish blonde came into view, she knew who it was but begged to be mistaken. Chevalier was seated in the gazebo. his pale complexion studied over the book he was reading. at his side he kept a notebook or perhaps journal, and a pen in his slim fingers. y/n decided to ignore him as best as she could.

now he was ignorant of her, head delved into the book he was reading.

he glanced at her a set of times, but his lips were sealed tight. y/n wanted to glance over at the man as well. when noticing a couple of pricks on the roses she sighed, got up from her crouching position and went over for some tools to take care of the problem.

as y/n was in the delicate shed she let her eyes roam over the walls, the ground, the covered desk, but she was incapable of finding the needed tools.

as y/n slightly edged her eyes to the entryway she saw a glimpse of white. she thought it was just a bird who flew by, but she was far from right on that. suddenly her body was engulfed by a new cologne, only the richest she assumed and felt arms creep around her sides. now there were hands that pressed her body in one small bundle. the grip on her body was unletting and suffocating by nature. just like a snake, starved for nutrients.

– looking for these? – he showed her the tools, laying plainly on his gloved hand. she went to take them from his grasp but inevitably got squeezed more. she tried pressing out of his hold. – what are you acompl-ishing this way? – a gritted reply came from her. he insisted on standing still, immovable. the churning and growling of her stomach was a clear sign of her becoming stunlocked from anxiety.

– do me a favor, simpleton, – he spoke in a brash tone. hands easing around her.

– would you accompany me? – she mulled over what he said. accompany him to where, exactly?

– be more specific, prince. – now Chevalier let her loose, and backed two steps away. – and I thought you were informed. – he smiled to himself, poking at her cluelessness. this angered the lass. and here she hoped he was genuinely being kind for once. y/n started to turn away from the man, noticing the tools he had somehow already placed on the desk behind her. she clutched the instruments between her arms. leaving in small, child-like steps. this made prince charming grin at her antics.

i didn't exactly impliment romantic feelings for either Chevalier and y/n. . .

wanted to write a more angsty story with a mean Chevalier who taunts reader.

[shanie]

WIP Wednesday!

Just a little something I'm experimenting with for the Generico!Verse. It's not ready to be published yet, this is just straight up experimentation, but it's a story from Generico's POV that takes place right around the same time as "Someone Worth Melting For", with the story starting before that one, and ending after it.

The story will be called

A Great Big (Little) Hunk of World.

Rated T, but includes mentions of canonical parent death. (Generico is still an orphan)

(Story below cut)

“Look, there’s a great big hunk of world down there with no fence around it where two dogs can find adventure and excitement... and beyond those distant hills, who knows what wonderful experiences.”

- Lady and the Tramp

There was a big difference between a house and a home.

Houses were big, usually. In his life, El Generico had seen smaller ones but they were usually some level of building.

Actually, Generico was pretty sure that was the definition of a house. A building you live in? Wait no, you could live in all sorts of buildings. A homeless shelter was a building but it certainly wasn’t a house.

More importantly, it wasn’t a home.

And as El Generico walked out of the large shared house he’d been crashing on the couch of since soon after arriving in Canada, he took a moment to enjoy the crisp, fall air, before heading out into the much larger world to look once more for a home.

The first place Generico looked was The Village. Really, he wasn’t sure why he was supposed to look there, but the other guys in the house, when he first had expressed interest in getting a home or his own, kept saying The Village. There were other words they used too, with laughter among themselves, and while Generico was still trying to learn English, French was completely lost on him. But The Village seemed like a lead, and after figuring out where it was, he took his envelope of money there and started looking.

There were… no homes for him in The Village. The people there were kind, nobody called him names or pointed at him, and there was this one pair of sisters, the kind who weren’t actually sisters, who tried to talk to him.

He learned a new English word that day. It was a good word, “lesbians”, it made sense. It was just like the right word for them, just missing an A.

But even with their kindness, he still couldn’t find an apartment there in his price range.

Or that was willing to rent to him.

It didn’t make sense. Didn’t they want his money? Did he not write his request in the note well enough? He’d spent a whole day at the library translating a letter to give the landlords, but every time he handed it to them, they scoffed.

It was frustrating, as was every subsequent place he struck out in.

Finally, he asked Kevin.

Kevin.

Beautiful Kevin.

Kevin who had given him food once when he was so hungry. It had never seemed fair how his roommates wouldn’t share willingly, and he knew better than to steal from the people offering him shelter, but Kevin had bought him food.

Kevin could be trusted, Generico knew it.

So when showed Kevin his note, and Kevin made a comment about a place called Villeray-Saint-Michel, he knew it was just the place to look.

So, taking his envelope of money, he got on the bus and headed there.

There were no homes there either, but at least there were people he could understand! It was like music the way the soft sounds of his own language floated through the air at the coffee shop he had taken shelter in from the rain. The most beautiful ballads singing in his ears, far from the noise and anger of English and the melded confusion of French. There was a couple at the table beside him who was having bagels and were discussing their upcoming child. The mother had a beautiful baby bump and looked like she was glowing.

Generico was so happy for her. They seemed like they’d make good parents, provided they lived long enough to raise their child.

That thought had made him less happy. He began to sniffle and hiccup and as a tear rolled into the corner of his mask, he heard the mother’s voice turn to him, addressing him in Spanish.

“¿Are you ok?”, she asked, “¿You understand Spanish, right? ¿You're a luchador?”

Generico nodded.

“¿Then why are you crying?”

Generico only began to cry harder.

Moms were the best, the way they cared for you and dried your tears. The way that moms just knew when you were sad and would make it better.

The new mom was making it better for him at least.

Words were hard. They had been for a very long time, years even. There was a time when they weren’t but his words had left him when his parents had, the void they left behind leaving him so empty that he couldn’t remember how words worked. As though the connection between his mind and his mouth had broken.

But when the mother moved her chair beside him and put her arm around him, the words came back.

“Mama. Papa. They’re gone.” He cried. “Now? No home.”

“¿Are you homeless or looking for a place to live?”

Generico wiped his nose on his wrist and pulled the folded note from his jacket pocket, handing it to her. She took a moment to read it, before, tapping the bottom of the note where Generico had listed his price range, she sighed softly.

“¿Do you have a name?” she asked.

“Generico,” he replied, giving the one he’d grown to know since arriving in Canada, “El Generico”

“Well, Generico, I don’t think you’ll find an apartment here with this budget. This is…”

She trailed off before Generico watched her share a look with her husband.

“¿Have you tried The North?”

Generico looked up. “What?”

“Montréal-Nord. It’s a neighborhood in the North part of the city. On this budget, it’s one of the only places you would be able to afford.”

Montréal-Nord. Generico had never heard of that place before. In the north? Literally? He’d have to look. Maybe he could find his home there.

He began to relax as his tears subsided. Taking his note back, he smiled at the kind mother, before asking.

“North. Is it nice?”

The mother smiled warmly at him. “You seem like the sweetest child. ¿Are you hungry? ¿Would you like a muffin?”

He was really hungry. And even though she hadn’t answered him, he wasn’t about to pass up a free muffin.

“Yes,” he told her, “Very hungry. Do they have free water here?”

The nice woman smiled even warmer, wrapping him in a fuzzy blanket with her kindness before replying, “I’ll get you a hot chocolate.”

And with that, she patted his leg and carefully got up from the table, taking her purse with her.

Generico’s soul sang.

Moms really are the best, he thought silently, as he folded his note up and stuffed it back in his jacket.

[willowbirds]

Oooh ok more animatics! Do you perhaps have anything for the witchy trio (as a whole or as individual characters, up to ya)?

I have one for Laudna on her own, but I’m gonna use this to talk about my Platonic Imogearne animatic!

Okay so!

Envy Green by the Arcadian Wild!

It’s basically follows Fearne growing up with Nana, entering the material plain, meeting Bell’s Hell, and getting hit with a whirl wind of emotions she’s not used to.

During the first chorus, it’s young Fearne still with nana, and the visuals follow the lyrics ‘Envy green, growing ivy vines that hold me. Up they go, past the collar bones and freckles on my nose.’ Second chorus is the same with Fearne as an adult now, third chorus is similar to second, except Fearne looks a little more concerned (I’ll get to the final one because it special).

The first verse is Fearne living with nana, experiencing magic for the first time and simply learning about the world.

Second verse, Fearne exploring the material plain and meeting her fellow witches (emphasis on Imogen).

Bridge, Fearne having fun with the party and during the line ‘but from the bite Eve lost her eden’ everything becomes scary for her. She finds out she is Ruidus born, finds out she has to save the world, and becomes incredibly concerned for Imogen who she now sees as a sister she cannot lose (lines: Caught up in the wonder. We all wear this scarlet letter. It is written in our fate and the fault is where our stars collide)

During this final chorus it follows the same lyrics (Envy green, growing ivy vines that hold me. Up they go, past the collar bones and freckles on my nose) except it shows Imogen, the ‘vines’ being her scars crawling up her neck and across her face (freckles on my nose line).

It basically ends with the visual of Fearne looking terrified yet terrifying while holding Imogen as vines and plants surround them, the red glow of Ruidus pulsing behind them.

[kylo-wrecked]

👁️ EYE - any verse :)

Ben isn't doing muffins these days. He's doing coffee at ten, three, then at seven. He's doing sunglasses on rainy mornings. This marks one such morning, although, given the cafe's Tiffany's lamp glow and chalk-and-letter boards, he has to push them down to read the prices, so he knows exactly how much he needs to pay not to make small talk. Sadly, no. Ben's wary gaze stumbles into the honeyed yet dauntless eyes of the woman behind the counter. Not a regular barista, he decides, but the owner, because the way she dominates the counter shows she's captain of her ship—and because he thinks she matches the decor, which Ben sees as a compliment, but could he possibly have a more horrible thought? 

Right, so he's not doing muffins. 

"Oh, uh." He glances at her for a fraction of a second, where his eyes flicker, then back at the register, where they freeze. "Just the coffee. Thanks."

They do show emotion easily, but at the same time, it's all just set dressing. When people look into Ben’s eyes, they see an idiot who should, by all rights, be banished from the land of the living, and the ruse is up. That's why he hates any verbal exchange that begins with, 'Hey, aren't you that guy—?' 

And he is, but he's not. Not that same guy who did that thing in Baton Rouge, who did that other thing in Tai Peng, who is now trying to be someone else in New York, which has historically proven to be a pretty standard place to become someone else. 

If windows are the eyes to the soul, Ben's are part of a set piece. Incredibly detailed on the surface, but step beyond its plaster frame, and there is no house. No interior. When the light hits them, his eyes are like stained glass staged out to tell the story of his life, all his worst moments; a prop people wander out into the desert to see on family vacation, like a house made of amber bottles.

Thankfully, the woman behind the counter opens their exchange with something about muffins.

Ben envies people with dark, almost black eyes. Dark eyes were like tinted windows, like sitting in the back of a Royce. 

His coffee? 

"Oh, right, sorry,” he says, nudging his Ray-Bans back up the bridge of his nose, dying a small, private death to which none can bear witness and paying quickly, with the exact change he has in a chokehold, in his fist.

[sharonaparadox]

[Video: fan animation focusing on Adam from Hazbin Hotel set to the aforementioned song. The music starts with a classical waltz sound as Alastor sets an old-fashioned cathedral radio down upon a chest of drawers within the hotel, continuing as scenes of the residents happen around it. Charlie and Vaggie are seen smiling at each other as Charlie talks in front of it, Husk is leaning one elbow down against the surface and frowning suspiciously at the radio while casually holding a wine bottle in one hand, Angel is sitting next to it casually with one pair of arms crossed over his lap as he listens to the music with a smile and both eyes closed, Sir Pentious is also seen sitting beside it with his chin resting in both hands as he listens with a wide smile and both eyes closed (though the eye on his hat is looking at the radio happily), the Egg Boiz are grinning with one sitting next to the radio with a hand on it while the others are standing in front with their arms waving in the air, and Niffty is sweeping the ground nearby with a grin.

The shot then zooms in onto the radio as its dark buttons turn red and its dial flips to the left with a beep. The music switches to louder rock music as the scene switches to show Adam grinning and shredding his guitar as he flies up through white clouds. There is a fully-animated shot of him frowning with wide eyes before he turns to the viewer with a wide wicked grin.

The title “Moon Waltz” (stylized in all capital letters) is drawn in white chalk-like lettering against a black background with a messy white border. The credit for the song, “Waltz in E-Major, Op. 15 ‘Moon Waltz’” by Cojum Dip, is provided on the next screen in the same style. The next card credits the artist, Luc doodle, while the last screen in the title sequence warns, “TW: Flashing Lights” in all capital letters.

After the title sequence ends, the first verse starts calmly with “The last time our module would ring you” as Adam looks up from his place on the ground with a soft smile, golden eyes glowing under his upturned eyebrows. The grass of Eden looks purple around the nude man as he sits with his hands propping his upper body off the ground and his knees curled in front of him.

“Like a lunar bell” is sung as Adam suddenly turns in surprise when the silhouetted figure of Eve comes running to him with one hand raised in the air. An apple is shown held up in the palms of two light-skinned hands, a bite already taken from the realistically painted Fruit of Knowledge. Cutting in are impact shots of the apple as a bright red silhouette against dark hands, the background black with a splash of dark red. Adam recoils as the apple is held out by a now dark red arm.

“I’ll see you on the moon,” the song continues as Adam looks down at the apple in his hands with a slight frown, his eyes widened in fear as he sweats nervously. The background is black with dark red blossoming out from behind the apple. As the line ends, however, it brightens back into the light purple of the garden as feathered wings glide by, Adam looking over with what looks less like fear and more like surprise.

The next line goes, “Until we meet at Tycho” as the perspective shifts to show Lucifer up in the dark starry sky, Heaven visible behind him as he turns to look down at Adam, neither of their expressions visible. The point of view turns back to Adam, his eyes shining and his face red as a white feather floats down in front of him.

The verse ends with “And follow the trail” as it focuses on the apple in Adam’s hand before a beep plays and he quickly brings it to his mouth, the scene turning black with Adam only a bright red silhouette as he bites into it. There is a brief shot of the apple as a red shape floating in the darkness before the scene turns entirely dark.

The music kicks up again as the pre-chorus starts with “Synodic season to come out of hiding” as Adam and Lute stand together grinning in front of a startled Charlie in the present day. Adam is playing guitar as he and his lieutenant lean forward, Adam narrowing his eyes malevolently.

The next line goes, “Why’d it take so long” as Adam holds up one of Charlie’s crayon drawings of demons smiling in front of the Hazbin Hotel with a rainbow over it. He frowns with one eyebrow raised before turning away with a grin, both eyes closed as he casually tosses the paper over his shoulder. Charlie darts forward across the table to grab the paper as it floats down and brings it closer to herself as she looks down at it with a small sad frown. Charlie then looks forward with a glare as she grips the paper tightly, her eyes turning red and demonic horns sprouting from her forehead as Adam flies past her.

The song continues with “Inching out of orbit dividing” as Adam and Lute turn to face each other in the air to fist-bump, Charlie still glaring as she watches on.

“Where did I go wrong,” the song asks as Adam clasps his hands in front of himself with a mocking smile. As the music progresses to the chorus, Adam smugly points to a paper held up in a grinning Lute’s hand that reads, in all capital letters, “Nowhere! Never! Angels don’t make mistakes” The handwriting is messy, and the last word is hyphenated so it can continue underneath where it hit the edge of the paper. At the bottom are sketches of a grinning Adam and a Cool S with scribbled-out attempts around the latter. Adam then flips both middle fingers before flying upward, startling Charlie as her demonic features revert to normal.

The song croons, “I’ll see you on the moon” as Adam outstretches his arms and wings to each side.

This continues with “Where we’re throwing a party,” though a quick shot flickers in showing Adam in the same position but surrounded by his exorcists as they all grin widely, many of them only seen as faces peering out from the shadows. This is almost entirely in black and grey except for the gold of Adam’s wings and halo as well as the facial features of his mask.

“And as you’re gasping for the last of air,” continues the song as Adam looks down on Charlie, once again glaring with her demonic features out as she burns the paper in her hands. Adam points back to himself with his thumb as Charlie looks on angrily.

As the next line goes, “You’ll tra-la-la-la-la,” however, Adam grins and gestures with his thumb as if slitting his throat. Impact shots cut in turning Adam into a mostly black and white silhouette aside from the gold on his mask (briefly inverting to mostly white and black) while a blood splatter flies from the side of his neck. This soon disappears, but another similar streak of red is shown beside Charlie’s neck as she looks up in fear, her demonic features now gone entirely as she raises a hand to her own throat. A quick shot cuts in showing her as a black silhouette (briefly inverting to white) with bright red accents, particularly her eyes with shrunken pupils, against a red background.

The song continues, “You give me fifty-nine percent from libration” as Adam steps down the clouds above the meeting table with a faux-solemn expression, one hand raised pointing upward while his other is reaching forward. Charlie is glowering as Adam stops in front of her, leaning down with his elbow resting on her shoulder to get face-to-face with her with the same insincere expression, before he flies back upward, leaving Charlie to deepen her scowl.

The chorus ends with “We dance in synchronous rotation” as Adam, grinning widely with his arms outstretched, rises in front of a black circle with red outlining its border and the lines within dividing it into sections. A banner at the top reads, “Extermination” in all capital letters with messy sketches of Lute and Adam on each side (the former with a note pointing to it helpfully explaining who the drawing is supposed to represent). Scenes flip onto the upper section showing silhouettes of exorcists slaughtering demons, flying down from a portal, and glaring at the viewer. This last image has a mostly red background, unlike the others that mostly had red accents against white backgrounds, and clearly shows Vaggie wearing her exorcist mask.

The second verse starts calmly with “The image we see of you has been” as Adam and Lute walk together casually, the former sipping a drink from a straw through his mask while the latter is unmasked and smiling. Vaggie and Charlie then walk past in the foreground, Charlie grinning excitedly as she grabs her frowning girlfriend’s hand to pull her forward. The vocals creak a little while Adam looks forward with wide eyes.

A beep plays before the next line continues with “Just a little late” and the two angels are seen from behind as they watch Charlie and Vaggie walk away.

The next line is “There is no atmosphere” as the scene shifts to show them in court, Adam leaning forward with a grin and Lute crossing her arms with a smirk.

“To wear down any sharpness,” continues the song as the two narrow their eyes smugly.

A beep plays before the next line of “It’s not how long you wait” while the scene pans over to Charlie and Vaggie across from them. There is a close-up shot of Charlie looking up with a determined expression that hardens into a glare. Another beep plays to end the verse.

The music kicks up again, represented in the video by Adam’s guitar floating in above his hand, as the pre-chorus starts with “Synodic season to come out of hiding.” Adam and Lute are both standing atop the viewing orb, Lute masked and glaring with her arms crossed while Adam is grinning maliciously with his arm out to grab his guitar. They are then shown closer up, both grinning as Adam plays his guitar. As the music plays, the scene switches to Sera looking down with a frown. She looks to Emily at her side, who is watching the scene below sadly. Sera then turns back, her frown tense as she sweats nervously.

The next line goes, “Why’d it take so long” as Adam and Lute lean forward with wide grins. Adam then shreds on his guitar as the singer vocalizes some nonsense syllables. The music continues as Adam flies down to land in front of Charlie, grinning malevolently as Charlie scowls back with her shoulders set. The focus shifts to Vaggie beside her, sweating uncomfortably as she looks up at Adam with a wide eye and a small worried frown. Sera is once again shown sweating nervously as she reaches an arm out and tries to speak.

The song continues with “Inching out of orbit dividing” as Adam leans over Charlie, the viewing orb behind them changing to show a scene of exorcists slaughtering sinners. Behind Adam are the angels flying down from a portal against a light golden background, while Charlie’s side shows demons screaming in pain and fear against a black and bright red background. As the singer vocalizes more nonsense syllables, the scene switches rapidly between reaction shots of Emily covering her mouth in horror, Sera fearfully frowning with shrunken irises in her wide eyes as she sweats, a pair of angels looking at each other in shock, Charlie looking up quizzically, another pair of angels looking at each other with what looks like sadness while another nearby them looks down with stunned wide eyes, Lute looking down with exasperation, and finally Charlie turning to look up in surprise. This quick sequence ends with Adam still grinning, seemingly oblivious, as Charlie looks up at Sera, who has all six of her wings spread out to the sides.

“Where did I go wrong,” the song asks as Adam turns to look up, his grin now nervous as he sweats uncomfortably. Sera narrows her eyes, red visible in her shrunken irises as she glares, matching the splashes of red around her against the black background. Adam continues grinning for a moment longer before dropping his head and frowning sadly.

The bridge starts calmly with “A wise woman said I’m alive” as Adam materializes with golden rings of light around him. He appears to be wearing only a stained, possibly bloodied, white toga as he looks up with eyes widened in surprise, dark undereye circles visible as he frowns. The perspective changes to show the kneeling man from behind as Sera appears before him with her wings and arms outstretched to each side.

“Nobody’s ever told her she’s wrong,” continues the song as Sera looks down with a warm smile. Adam’s face crumples, tears building in his eyes as a halo glows above his head and golden wings unfurl from behind him. The tears begin to fall down as his wings stretch out in full to each side.

The next line is “A paella of space-talking jive” as Sera raises one hand to her mouth in shock. Adam tries to wipe away his tears while Sera looks down in concern.

The song goes on with “I’m as alive as her beard is long” as Adam continues wiping at his face before looking up when Sera reaches a hand to him. He rushes up into her arms, wrapping his arms around her waist as Sera places a comforting hand atop Adam’s head with her other around his shoulders. He hugs her tightly as he sobs.

The song croons, “I’ll see you on the moon” as Adam, now dressed for battle with his exorcists, points forward with an excited grin while the army flies ahead with weapons at the ready. They are then seen pouring out of a portal in the sky next to the Hazbin Hotel.

The song continues with “Where we’re throwing a party” as Adam perches atop the hotel’s sign to face down Alastor, both grinning confidently at each other. There are close-up shots of both before Adam flies forward to slice at the radio demon with his guitar, breaking the staff of Alastor’s microphone and cutting him across the chest. Quick impact shots of red emphasize the blood splatters, while one shot has the two mostly in silhouette with gold and red accents.

“And as you’re gasping for the last of air,” continues the song as Adam stands with his bloodied guitar to his side and Alastor retreats into his shadow.

As the next line goes, “You’ll tra-la-la-la-la,” Adam leans forward against his guitar and mockingly waves goodbye.

The song continues, “Twirling moon dust abound” as Charlie stabs Adam in the side of his chest and spins him around on her trident to slam him against a skylight, the glass cracking behind him as Charlie fumes with her demonic features out. Similar impact shots as those from the previous battle can be seen, though Adam’s blood is golden in contrast to the red silhouette of Charlie’s weapon. Adam reaches up with one hand to touch his wound, looking at the golden blood as if confused and offended before glaring at Charlie with his bloodied hand out in front of him.

The next line is “Lung destruction is starting” as Adam lifts Charlie up by her neck, his other hand clenched into a fist behind him as he laughs triumphantly. Charlie looks enraged as she struggles against his grip on her throat. The perspective then shifts to show Adam’s grinning face.

As the next line goes, “Take your suit off and swim in maria,” however, a fist comes in from the side to punch Adam, shattering part of his mask. He is then shown pulling himself up, half of his face now visible as he grimaces. He pulls himself forward and opens his eyes slightly. There is a fully-animated close-up shot of his eyes widening, the iris of his human eye shrunken while the eye of his mask visibly reflects the multiple wings of the new combatant. The perspective changes to show Lucifer glaring down at Adam as he holds his daughter in both arms, Heaven visible behind him.

“I’ll see you on the moon,” the song again croons as a close-up shot pans up Lucifer’s face full of hatred while Charlie looks up at her father with a warm, relieved smile.

The song continues with “There’s already a party” as Adam and Lucifer face each other, both with their wings outstretched. Lucifer is grinning mockingly with his hands behind his back, and Adam is glaring back in rage. There is a quick shot of Adam looking furious as he grabs at where Lucifer, transformed into a snake, is wrapped around his throat. After this is an impact shot of a silhouetted Adam firing a golden beam of holy light downward as Lucifer dodges. Halos of stars and rays are behind Adam and his beam against the bright red background. Charlie is then shown in full color falling down from the red into a black background before her father dives to catch her. The two smile in relief as he holds her up, though Charlie’s eyes widen in surprise as a shadowed Adam flies in behind them.

“And as you’re gasping for the last of air,” continues the song as Charlie reaches back over her startled father’s shoulder with an oversized demonic hand to catch a shocked Adam’s fist. Impact shots cut in, and a similar starry halo can be seen in the background before Adam is tossed to the dark red ground.

As the next line goes, “You’ll tra-la-la-la-la,” a bright explosion can be seen as Adam makes an impact.

The song continues, “No es la locura” as a now unmasked Adam drags himself out of the crater, blood on his face and robes. He is seen from behind as he looks at the glaring Morningstars, Charlie covered in red and golden blood while Lucifer only has minor amounts of golden blood on his front. Heaven can be seen in the bright red background above Lucifer.

The next line is “En realidad” as Adam wipes the blood from his nose.

The line continues with “Es el amor” as scenes play out as silhouettes against bright red backgrounds: Charlie stabbing Adam with her trident, Lucifer punching Adam and shattering the side of his mask, Lucifer as a snake strangling Adam (who looks frightened instead of furious in this shot), and finally Niffty clinging to the back of a shocked Adam’s robes as she holds up a dagger, ready to stab.

The next line is “Now that you’ve heard it all” as the screen focuses and unfocuses on a blood-covered Adam in front of a black background. He is looking down with a small frown as he pitches forward onto the ground.

The song draws to an end with “There is the door” as Lute, blood running from where one of her arms used to be, kneels beside Adam with a look of anguish as she grabs at him to turn him over. Adam is against a black background as he looks up with a light frown. Lute looks down with tears building up in her wide eyes, irises shrunken as her frown wobbles. Heaven can be seen behind her against the bright red background.

The background turns white as Adam looks up from his place on the ground with a soft smile, golden eyes glowing under his upturned eyebrows. The perspective from above shows Lute still beside Adam’s body, golden blood glowing against the bright red background. Dark red curtains close over the scene.

At the end, laughter plays over a black and white scene of Lucifer and Adam in Eden. The two are sitting cross-legged on the ground amongst many ducklings, Lucifer laughing and watching Adam as the human guffaws with his hand against the side of his face. End description.]

MOON WALTZ ANIMATIC !!!

(song: Waltz in E-Major, Op. 15 "Moon Waltz" by Cojum Dip)

(also on youtube!)

[christian-perspectives]

Romans 16, Paul's Final Instructions

And now I make one more appeal, my dear brothers and sisters. Watch out for people who cause divisions and upset people's faith by teaching things contrary to what you have been taught. Stay away from them. Romans 16:17 In Romans 16, the Apostle Paul greeted twenty-eight individuals he had contact with in one way or another. Those greetings started with a couple who became very special to him. - Give my greetings to Priscilla and Aquila, my co-workers in the ministry of Christ Jesus. - They once risked their lives for me. - I am thankful to them, and so are all the Gentile churches. - Also give my greetings to the church that meets in their home. Romans 16:3-5 But before he went into his greetings, he mentioned a person we had never heard of before. He commended this lady deacon, Phoebe, who led the church in Cenchrea. Welcome her in the Lord as one who is worthy of honor among God's people. Help her in whatever she needs, for she has been helpful to many, and especially to me. Romans 16:1

The Theme of the Book of Romans

For fifteen chapters, Paul wrote the most comprehensive theological study in the New Testament. In fact, in the first chapter, he told us the theme of this wonderful manuscript in two verses. For I am not ashamed of this Good News about Christ. It is the power of God at work, saving everyone who believes—the Jew first and also the Gentile. This Good News tells us how God makes us right in his sight. This is accomplished from start to finish by faith. As the Scriptures say, "It is through faith that a righteous person has life." Romans 1:16-17 In Romans 16, he brought this great work to a close. But right in the middle of his greetings and salutations, the Holy Spirit prompted him once again. He said, "I have one more appeal." This appeal must have come on the heels of Paul's theme for this book. He wasn't ashamed of the gospel, but others might want his readers to become ashamed. So, he said, watch out for those who try to cause division among you. They try to upset the things I've taught you. He admonished them not to be ashamed of the gospel but to look out for them. Such people are not serving Christ our Lord; they are serving their own personal interests. By smooth talk and glowing words they deceive innocent people. Romans 16:18 Paul's teaching throughout this book included God's grace for our salvation. Justification comes by faith, and God's family includes all who call upon the name of Jesus. However, he also wrote about the type of people he warned about in this final appeal in chapter one. But God shows his anger from heaven against all sinful, wicked people who suppress the truth by their wickedness. Romans 1:18

One More Reminder in Romans 16

This must have weighed heavily upon the apostle's heart. His thinking may have gone to, let me remind you one more time of these people. They know the truth about God because he has made it obvious to them. Romans 1:19 Paul's warnings to the Roman church about false teachers only came in the beginning and ending chapters. But he had much more to say about them in some of the other letters he wrote. These people are false apostles. They are deceitful workers who disguise themselves as apostles of Christ. But I am not surprised! Even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light. 2 Corinthians 11:13-14 Paul wrote these warnings in his letter to the Romans not because he didn't have confidence in this church. No, he trusted them immensely, but it didn't hurt to include this final warning. But everyone knows that you are obedient to the Lord. This makes me very happy. I want you to be wise in doing right and to stay innocent of any wrong. Romans 16:19 Paul's warnings issued in chapter 16 dealt with the damage false teachers can do to the church. Throughout the book, he offers ways for individuals to stay on the right track. - Do not let sin control the way you live; do not give in to sinful desires. Romans 6:12 - Do not let any part of your body become an instrument of evil to serve sin. - Instead, give yourselves completely to God. Romans 6:13 - Don't copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Romans 12:2 - Don't let evil conquer you, but conquer evil by doing good. Romans 12:21

An Encouragement in Romans 16

At the conclusion of his final warning, the apostle made a very encouraging statement. It included the fate of Satan and our standing with God. The God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet. May the grace of our Lord Jesus be with you. Romans 16:20 Verse 20 and the concluding three verses should serve as a benediction for all who read them. Therefore, you and I can and should receive those encouraging words personally. Now all glory to God, who is able to make you strong, just as my Good News says. This message about Jesus Christ has revealed his plan for you Gentiles, a plan kept secret from the beginning of time. Romans 16:25 God opened the gospel for all of us, and through it, we will receive strength. But now as the prophets foretold and as the eternal God has commanded, this message is made known to all Gentiles everywhere, so that they too might believe and obey him. All glory to the only wise God, through Jesus Christ, forever. Amen. Romans 16:26-27 Lord, we, too, say amen because you have revealed your plan to us Gentiles. Through Jesus, we give you all the glory! Check out these related posts on God and His Grace - How To Continually Rely On The Grace Of God - The Grace Of God, The Most Amazing Gift Ever - God Gives Grace To The Humble - Rely On The God Of Grace Read the full article

[my-weird-news]

🔥 Unbelievable Eurodance Anthem! DJ Crazy Times Nails It!

Planet of the Bass: A Eurodance Odyssey that Hip-Hopped Its Way to Stardom 🎶 Hey there, party animals and groove enthusiasts, gather 'round for a tale of unexpected musical alchemy! It's like that time when your grandma tried to make a cake, but accidentally baked a disco ball instead. 🕺💃 So, imagine this: TikTok, that vortex of viral trends, is the birthplace of peculiar fame fusion. Like, who could've guessed that two regular folks, comedian Kyle Gordon and the mystical-sounding Audrey Trullinger, would morph into pop sensation creators? If TikTok were a genie, it granted their wish to turn their "Every European Dance Song in the 1990s" parody video into a surprise musical hit! The only thing that didn't surprise anyone was the world trying to groove its way to an early Spotify release. I mean, even grandma was spotted shimmying in her orthopedic shoes. Picture this: Kyle Gordon, the man who knows how to impersonate "the kid who's no fun" better than your actual cousin, unleashed his alter ego, DJ Crazy Times. And boy, did DJ Crazy Times really time travel! Back to a time when people couldn't resist dancing like malfunctioning robots on ecstasy while singing about, well, who knows what! Seriously, the lyrics sound like they were written by a malfunctioning translation app after a few too many tequila shots. 🤖🎤 Now, where did they shoot this surreal masterpiece? The Oculus, the world's most intergalactic shopping mall, it seems. Seriously, it's white, sleek, and looks like it was designed by aliens who binge-watched MTV from the '90s. And let's talk fashion! Audrey Trullinger's crimped hair was like a love letter to the '90s beach vibes, and Kyle Gordon rocked the ultimate "I'm here to party" look with a burgundy wig that says, "I mean business, but also, not really." 🛸🕶️ Hold up, the birth of this sensation has a backstory! Turns out, Kyle had been perfecting DJ Crazy Times since college, which obviously makes him a DJ veteran. He'd been cooking up the idea while jamming to Eurodance, the kind of music that's so quirky and fun that it could out-dance a squirrel on caffeine. And let's not forget the lyrics! "All of the dream / How does it mean?" Uhm, profound question, DJ Crazy Times. And then the rap verse drops, teaching us about life, sex, and bass that goes zoom! It's like your grandpa's advice about life, but on an EDM beat. But wait, the '90s weren't just about dancing like you're trying to fix a glitchy robot. Eurodance was all about uniting East and West Berliners post-Berlin Wall crash, and apparently, techno music was their love potion. Who knew that beats could mend walls and break dance battles all at once? 🚧💃 Here's the irony: Eurodance started in the US, and yet we shrugged it off like a disco ball in the corner of a roller rink. It was born from queer and POC communities, but the disco stigma in the '70s gave it an early curfew. Thankfully, Europe adopted it like a lost puppy, and it grew up to be the Eurodance we awkwardly swayed to at school dances. Fast forward to today, Eurodance is having a renaissance, thanks to artists like Nicki Minaj and Bebe Rexha giving it a much-needed spotlight. It's like finding that old glittery jacket in your closet and realizing it's cool again. 🌈✨ So, there you have it, folks! "Planet of the Bass" is not just a bop, it's a time-traveling, genre-bending journey back to when techno was uniting cities and making the world dance, even if we didn't quite get the lyrics. Let's all raise a glow stick and salute the promised land of no wars, lots of sex, and some really groovy "everybody movement"! 🌍🎉# Planet of the Bass: A Eurodance Odyssey that Hip-Hopped Its Way to Stardom 🎶 Hey there, party animals and groove enthusiasts, gather 'round for a tale of unexpected musical alchemy! It's like that time when your grandma tried to make a cake, but accidentally baked a disco ball instead. 🕺💃 So, imagine this: TikTok, that vortex of viral trends, is the birthplace of peculiar fame fusion. Like, who could've guessed that two regular folks, comedian Kyle Gordon and the mystical-sounding Audrey Trullinger, would morph into pop sensation creators? If TikTok were a genie, it granted their wish to turn their "Every European Dance Song in the 1990s" parody video into a surprise musical hit! The only thing that didn't surprise anyone was the world trying to groove its way to an early Spotify release. I mean, even grandma was spotted shimmying in her orthopedic shoes. Picture this: Kyle Gordon, the man who knows how to impersonate "the kid who's no fun" better than your actual cousin, unleashed his alter ego, DJ Crazy Times. And boy, did DJ Crazy Times really time travel! Back to a time when people couldn't resist dancing like malfunctioning robots on ecstasy while singing about, well, who knows what! Seriously, the lyrics sound like they were written by a malfunctioning translation app after a few too many tequila shots. 🤖🎤 Now, where did they shoot this surreal masterpiece? The Oculus, the world's most intergalactic shopping mall, it seems. Seriously, it's white, sleek, and looks like it was designed by aliens who binge-watched MTV from the '90s. And let's talk fashion! Audrey Trullinger's crimped hair was like a love letter to the '90s beach vibes, and Kyle Gordon rocked the ultimate "I'm here to party" look with a burgundy wig that says, "I mean business, but also, not really." 🛸🕶️ Hold up, the birth of this sensation has a backstory! Turns out, Kyle had been perfecting DJ Crazy Times since college, which obviously makes him a DJ veteran. He'd been cooking up the idea while jamming to Eurodance, the kind of music that's so quirky and fun that it could out-dance a squirrel on caffeine. And let's not forget the lyrics! "All of the dream / How does it mean?" Uhm, profound question, DJ Crazy Times. And then the rap verse drops, teaching us about life, sex, and bass that goes zoom! It's like your grandpa's advice about life, but on an EDM beat. But wait, the '90s weren't just about dancing like you're trying to fix a glitchy robot. Eurodance was all about uniting East and West Berliners post-Berlin Wall crash, and apparently, techno music was their love potion. Who knew that beats could mend walls and break dance battles all at once? 🚧💃 Here's the irony: Eurodance started in the US, and yet we shrugged it off like a disco ball in the corner of a roller rink. It was born from queer and POC communities, but the disco stigma in the '70s gave it an early curfew. Thankfully, Europe adopted it like a lost puppy, and it grew up to be the Eurodance we awkwardly swayed to at school dances. Fast forward to today, Eurodance is having a renaissance, thanks to artists like Nicki Minaj and Bebe Rexha giving it a much-needed spotlight. It's like finding that old glittery jacket in your closet and realizing it's cool again. 🌈✨ So, there you have it, folks! "Planet of the Bass" is not just a bop, it's a time-traveling, genre-bending journey back to when techno was uniting cities and making the world dance, even if we didn't quite get the lyrics. Let's all raise a glow stick and salute the promised land of no wars, lots of sex, and some really groovy "everybody movement"! 🌍🎉 Read the full article

[thorndale-industries]

//So, I have been thinking about which nationality Morgan might have in Titanomachy and I have been on a little lore hunt about that. We know Beth is French, Lucius is supposed to be British (ignoring his Accent), Dowd is American, so is Robert. But we never get any intel about where Morgan comes from.

After doing some digging and research, I came to the conclusion that he most likely is French-Canadian and this is what he will be in my verse. To make it clear why I think this, I want to write out some of my thoughts.

First of all, the rather big obvious point: Morgan only lives in French-speaking areas whenever we meet him. In DXHR and MD he lives in Montreal, located in the French-speaking part of Canada: Québec. In DX1 he hides in France and he had a communion in the Cathedrale de Payens (alongside a Rockefeller and a Rothschild)  - also located in Paris. So it’s more than safe to assume that he is able to speak French fluently.

But I do not think that French is his native language given his name and his style of speech - if anything, he learned it (in early years) or as a second mothertongue due to the enviroment he grew up in. The second doesn’t mean you will adopt an accent of the language because I grew up with 2 languages as well and I never adopted an accent of the one I consider to be my second/weaker mothertongue -  you wouldn’t notice anything when you hear me speak German. 

Also, after checking up with a friend who comes from Montreal, I learned that there is an English-speaking minority in the area which often consists of “upper class” / rich people - a category Morgan fits in without any doubt. This community also has its own English-speaking schools, universities ect., some members don’t even really speak French at all. Looking at Morgan’s heritage, I think this is a setting he comes from. 

Furthermore, during my current “lore hunt” playthrough of HR, I found an ebook about Picus stating the following:

Picus has been founded in 1985 by Martin Darrow (Hugh Darrow’s father) and not by Morgan or any of his relatives . So I assume 2010 must be the year Morgan officially took over Picus and became CEO - a position he still holds in the latest entries of the franchise. So why move it to Montreal and try to turn it into this stronghold for the Illuminati? Well, if one of the highest ranking members is already located there, it’s quite convenient, right? Same with Dowd controling New York and the UN and Paris also being a very important place for the organisation. Keeping a short leash. 

Also the whole “Montreal as a hub for entertainment” isn’t really far fetched, as it is already pretty much that in our world. 

This is it about why I came to the conclusion Morgan is French-Canadian, maybe I will find more in the future. 

[twenty-one-froggy-pilots]

Some Clancy letters:

A lifeless light surrounds us each night. Never could I imagine that something so luminous could feel so dark. It’s this glow that reminds us of the dreamless existence we’ve been sentenced to. But what I call a sentence, others accept as normalcy.

How did they so efficiently eradicate the dreams within us? When the bishops instituted Vialism as mandate, they effectively reversed the hope that many arrived with. Am I the only one who realizes that we’ve been lied to? Am I the only one not afraid of the notion that the nine have hijacked our trust, and extinguished the hope that once motivated our existence?

We used to close our eyes and picture a better life, now this city is full of dry eyes caught in a trance of obedience, devoid of any trace of an identity. The only significant light I’ve seen has been in the eyes of those smeared - such a curious sight, to see bright eyes strangled by the darkness of bishop hands. As their penance fades, so dims their memory of something more.

My hope of something more is all I have in this rigid tomb, and I will not let it die.

- Clancy

Second Clancy Letter

They are asleep. They’re so sure that they know the truth, and carry on throughout their day with the same meaningless tasks. They’ve forgotten to look up, and to look outward, to understand that this isn’t about ‘in there.'

This is about ‘out here.’

The lyrics from polarize

I wanted to be a better brother, better son Wanted to be a better adversary to the evil I have doneI have none to show to the one I love But deny, deny, denial

Help me polarize, help me polarize, help me down Those stairs is where I'll be hiding all my problems Help me polarize, help me polarize, help me out My friends and I, we've got a lot of problems Polarize is taking your disguises Separating 'em, splitting 'em up from wrong and right It's deciding where to die and deciding where to fight Deny, deny, denial

March to the sea

And as we near the end of land And our ocean graves are just beyond the sand I ask myself the question Why I fall in line Then out of the corner of my eye I see a spaceship in the sky And hear a voice inside my head

Follow me instead

Follow me instead

Follow me

Then the wages of war will start Inside my head with my counterpart And the emotionless marchers will chant the phrase "This line's the only way" And then I start down the sand My eyes are focused on the end of land But again, the voice inside my head says

Follow me instead

Follow me instead

Follow me

Follow me instead

Follow me instead

Follow me instead

Follow me instead

Follow me instead

Take me up, seal the door I don't want to march here anymore I realize that this line is dead So I'll follow you instead So then you put me back in my place So I might start another day And once again, I will be in a march to the sea

Kitchen sink

Nobody thinks what I think Nobody dreams when they blink Think things on the brink of blasphemy I'm my own shrink Think things are after me, my catastrophe At my kitchen sink You don't know what that means Because a kitchen sink to you Is not a kitchen sink to me, OK friend? Are you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless Then paint something then, it might be wordless Pointless curses, nonsense verses You'll see purpose start to surface No one else is dealing with your demons Meaning maybe defeating them Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend

Heavydirtysoul

Nah, I didn't understand a thing you said If I didn't know better I'd guess you're all already dead Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch Saying stuff like, "You only live once" You've got one time to figure it out One time to twist, and one time to shout One time to think and I say we start now Sing it with me if you know what I'm talking about

The pantaloon

Now, it's your turn to be alone Find a wife and build yourself a home You have learned way too soon That your dad is now the Pantaloon

Isle of flightless birds

All we are is an isle of flightless birds We find our worth in giving birth and stuff We're lining our homes against winding roads And we think the going is tough We pick songs to sing, remind us of things that nobody cares about And honestly we're probably more suicidal than ever now

So why am I bringing these all up?

Tyler has always struggled with ‘worth’ and where people place their attention ‘why are you focused on worthless things when there’s something so much greater in front of you!! Why are you focused on how good of a family man (masculine expectations) (how to build a chair and love your wife), but it also mixes with how alone he feels (march to the sea, heavy dirty soul)

He feels lost and alone and like the burden of expectations placed on him have no meaning (as the mindless people chant the phrase this line is the only way, mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch saying you only live one)

And so what does he do? He’s directly calling out this mindlessness, but he’s also offering a solution to it, STOP FOLLOWING MINDLESSLY TO WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SAY

he asks you to listen to what your soul is thinking, he asks a higher power to help him

He knows he’s not good enough by himself, he wants to be a better brother and a better son, the expectations he places on himself are too high, but he’s following the expectations of PEOPLE

Instead, where his soul finds peace is when he’s asked to step outside of societies expectations for him (Follow me instead, can you save my heavy dirty soul)

In march To The Sea the answer is to follow God (or the voice) instead of The Line (what you’ve been told)

In heavy dirty soul this is again reaching out towards God and asking him to save you

An Isle of Flightless birds concludes with the lyrics of: How frustrating, and so degrading His time, we're wasting As time will fly by and the sky will cry as light is fading And He is waiting, oh, so patiently While we repeat the same routine as we will please comfortability And please think about why you can't sleep in the evening And please don't be afraid of what your soul is really thinking Your soul knows good and evil, your soul knows both sides And it's time you pick your battle, and I promise you this is mine (I promise you, this is mine)

You know what’s right and wrong, it’s your time to listen to yourself and make the right choice

Holding onto you: I'm taking over my body, back in control, no more shotty I bet a lot of me was lost, "T"'s uncrossed and "I"'s undotted I fought it a lot and it seems a lot like flesh is all I got Not anymore, flesh out the door, swat I must've forgot, you can't trust me I'm open a moment and close when you show it Before you know it I'm lost at sea And now that I write and think about it And the story unfolds You should take my life, you should take my soul

Tyler struggled a lot with doubt and keeping his eyes on God, he wants to do good, he wants to keep himself on the right path, but he’s always struggling to do so, but all of us do, it’s hard to keep your eyes on God when sometimes we get so caught up in the flesh world, and in it, lose sight of what really matters, allowing doubt and fear to take over

But when we’re at that point, at our lowest, at our angriest and most downtrodden we aren’t abandoned, when we feel our most shameful we aren’t ignored, when we struggle with doubts we aren’t cast aside

We slink our way back thinking we will be chastised, but just like the prodigal son we are welcomed back with open arms, God doesn’t seek perfection from us, he just seeks us, it’s not about following expectations (as is pressured on us by the world) but instead in having a whole relationship with him (making life meaningful and worthwhile) and through that relationship we are made whole and perfect, Jesus changes our hearts, we can’t do it on our own

““I’m telling you these things while I’m still living with you. The Friend, the Holy Spirit whom the Father will send at my request, will make everything plain to you. He will remind you of all the things I have told you. I’m leaving you well and whole. That’s my parting gift to you. Peace. I don’t leave you the way you’re used to being left—feeling abandoned, bereft. So don’t be upset. Don’t be distraught.”

‭‭John‬ ‭14‬:‭25‬-‭27‬ ‭MSG‬‬

We tend to over complicate things in our head so much we forget the peace we’ve been granted through the holy spirt

I think a lot of us are in our Drown era a lot more than we’d like to admit

I don’t know about anyone else, but I often think I can do it all by myself and get proven wrong everytime, I’m only human, and that doesn’t get you very far most days

So. I think The Line is part of the Clancy Saga. And more specifically, it takes place right in the last part of Paladin Strait. Also for the purposes of this post, I'm throwing out all the Arcane imagery and solely focusing on Clancy. Sorry show fans.

Here's my take.

First we've got the setting. A mystical, dark place, full of stars. And everything in there seems very blurry and unfocused. Even when the camera is focused in on Tyler's face, its never clear, it seems like there's some sort of distortion or filter over it, not enough to fully point out exactly what's wrong, but enough that you can tell something's wrong.

I think it's describing Tyler's headspace. Or, more specifically, Clancy's, as he's in his own head, Nico smearing his throat. It's unfocused and dark and he's questioning everything that has lead up to this moment, struck with fear.

Next we've got the mysterious person, who's in Clancy's mind with him. Listening as Clancy speaks. And comforting him.

We don't get a clear picture of who it is. But I am convinced its the Torchbearer. Even if the silhouette isn't his. Because the lyrics are ever so clearly a cry for help. And what has Torchbearer done this entire time for Clancy? Helped him.

Then we've got this moment right here. The figure is walking away from Clancy, and I think they're almost beckoning Clancy to follow. When they go behind, Clancy's head is jerked unnaturally to the side, before it comes right back up into its normal position.

I think Clancy is fighting with himself here. He's asking for help, while also telling the person to stay away from him and his brokenness. Which would perfectly match up with these lyrics being a cry of help to the Torchbearer.

Now we have this.

Tell me it does not look exactly like seizing. I don't care if it's matching up with what is going on with the characters in Arcane, this is Tyler Joseph we are talking about here. Everything in this video was 100% intentional.

This could be representative of how Nico is in the middle of smearing Clancy. But I'm leaning towards how it could be how the Torchbearer is now saving Clancy from himself, by getting into Clancy's mind even more than just being in his headspace with him. He's got to pour his spirit into Clancy to save him. (Sound like the Holy Spirit anyone?)

The next sequence is interesting. Along with his eyes going white, his hair does as well. Which I think strengthens my theory that the Torchbearer is going inside of Clancy to help him. Then he rises up into the air, along with all the other figures of light.

I think the strongest case is that they're the Glorious Gone who the Bishops were using to fight the Banditos moments before. And who Clancy was perhaps about to join, with Nico smearing him again. This is it- it is finally over. He was going to die, or be trapped in the cycle forever. Again we've got the analogy of light, and him holding up his hand to block it from his face.

But then while all the other people are becoming more and more light and ascending, he rather returns to his normal self and comes back to the ground, and looks up. Contemplates. And then disappears.

The Torchbearer saved him from himself. And then Clancy leaves that bad mental headspace- and opens his eyes to face Nico, where the Torchbearer is ready to now physically save what he just spiritually saved.

[aris-ink]

Hi, I was wondering if I can request a Yandere Yoongi x reader where she’s really shy and innocent and he’s all soft with her. Praise kink. Maybe something supernatural, sorry that’s all I got. 😅Your stories are so well written and a guilty pleasure of mine so it would mean so much if you can write something with these things. ☺️

I love you ❤️ tysm and I'm sorry this turned out so mushy 🥺 I'm also a bit rusty with supernatural aus so...

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: romance, werewolf!au

warnings: mentions of violence (not towards the reader), praise kink, loving degradation (just a tiny bit), dirty talk, hints of breeding kink and multiple orgasms, possessiveness, marking, creampie, so... much... love.....

The clocks always seemed to stop when Yoongi kissed you. He was a rather quiet soul, but he didn't need to say much for you to hear him. Everything that lingered on his tongue ended up sinking into your lips, pages upon pages of questions, love letters and musings you stored away deep in your heart.

He liked to trace soft patterns into your skin as he kissed you, his fingertips shaping different galaxies on your thighs, sliding upwards whenever he felt you shiver.

He liked taking his time learning the language of your body. He yearned to become fluent in it, hold long, nightly conversations, tangled under the sheets with you from dusk to dawn.

He had read about the concept of twin flames somewhere, two halves of the same soul. Mirroring each other and yet differing, like yin and yang. He wasn't well versed in theology or matters of the spirit; he wasn't even human. But what else could he call you if not his other half? The light to his dark.

His betas quickly learned not to put your name in their mouth with anything other than respect. No person or monster was a threat to you as long as Yoongi existed in some way. Even in death he'd crawl out of his grave to drag anyone who touched a hair on your head right under the ground and into the pits of hell. In the end, the only thing that awakened the beast inside him and put it back to sleep was the moon.

You were his moon.

He liked to kiss you everywhere. Your shyness only served to make him want to do it more, something about it provoking his possessiveness in the most feral of ways.

His lips pressed into the wet patch on your underwear softly, dark eyes flicking up to your face. He could see the faint embarrassment painting your features, shadowed by desire that made your thighs clench.

"So sweet," his deep voice rumbled, another small kiss following. The slight pressure of his lips on your wet slit, even with the cotton material in the way, made you moan softly.

Yoongi appreciated that. He expressed his adoration with a throaty, pleased hum, his tongue flattening to lick a fat stripe up your cunt.

You sighed out his name and shuddered, your back arching off the bed. His hungry gaze followed the movement intensely; such a sensual curve. He wanted to make you arch higher and see stars. Touch their heat and make all your dreams come true.

He rubbed his cheek against the inside of your thigh, purring, breathing in the heavenly scent of your skin and your arousal.

"Please, Yoongi," you whined, so cutely he didn't know if it made his dick or his heart throb harder.

A hint of a smile glowed on his face, both warm and taunting.

"Please," he echoed, lifting himself up so he could hover above you, "what?"

You didn't look away, but you did fist your hands in the sheets, chest heaving and brows scrunched. He could see the struggle in your eyes, could hear the nervous but excited pitter patter of your heart. His large hand enveloped your cheek, his thumb stroking it tenderly.

"You're doing so well, my sweet girl," he murmured, his free hand exploring your bare waist. Your skin burned to the touch, soft like velvet, your lashes fluttering. "So, so well."

He watched the tension slowly seep out of your muscles as he caressed you, lips brushing against your neck, his hand sliding to fondle your breast.

"Just keep going, baby." His thumb toyed with your hardened nipple, muscular thighs setting themselves comfortably in between yours. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "All mine, and I'm yours."

His hips rolled into you, his cock hard and throbbing, nudging against your clit. "Tell me what you want. Take what's yours."

You moaned into his ear, your hips lifting off the bed to press closer to his crotch. Yoongi's jaw clenched, a hiss slipping past his teeth.

"Please-" you swallowed, trying to bury your shyness, trying not to escape and hide away parts of yourself that felt new. Yoongi loved all of them, he always said. He was desperate to experience all of you, raw and unfiltered. He left more encouraging, butterfly kisses along your throat, helping you slip away.

"Please fuck me," you finally moaned.

The words shot through his aching cock, precum drizzling out from the tip. Curling his fingers under your panties, he pushed them aside.

"Such a good girl," he cooed. "So well mannered too, yeah?"

Slowly, he lined himself up with your slick entrance, pushing forward. The gasp that escaped you made his stomach twist. Inch by inch, he stretched you out, your cunt pulsing around his thickness. He settled inside you with a grunt, squeezing your thigh.

"God," he gritted, "this pussy was made for me."

That was all the warning you got before he rolled his hips and started a rhythmic pace, his thrusts hard and deep, rocking your body beneath him. The little moans you let out mingled with the wet sounds of skin slapping, and Yoongi wanted to ruin you right then and there. Pull the temple of your body apart brick by brick to study it and insert himself into every crack before rebuilding it, merging you forever.

"You feel so good," he groaned.

His tongue traced the faint scar on your neck, one he made when he bit into you on your first night together. Human traditions were different from his, but he wanted to follow both, honor who you were. It wasn't a problem. In fact, it excited him. He could mark you as his mate and put a pretty ring on your finger. The more ways he could find to make it clear that you were his, the better. He'd take them all. And then it wouldn't be his fault if someone was left mangled in the forest for stepping too close to you. You were his and his only.

The thought took over him completely, spreading fire through his veins. He fucked you harder, his hand gripping your chin to make you look at him.

"Mine."

The word came out as a growl, just as menacing as it was loving. His cock throbbed as your back arched again, a mewl leaving your swollen, flushed lips.

"I wanna fill you up," he breathed. "Fuck, I can't wait for everyone to see I get to fuck this tight little cunt and come inside it so much you're carrying my kid."

You tightened around him, your eyes wide and sparkling, pulling another growl out of his chest.

"Mm, perfect fucking baby. Best, prettiest girlfriend," he kissed you hard, his tongue as ruthless as his cock, owning and devouring. "Gon' be the best, prettiest wife," he mumbled into your lips, "and the best, prettiest mama."

"Yoongi," you whined, your nails digging into his strong shoulders. The sharp sting induced goosebumps, a low moan slipping past his lips.

"Yeah, I know, baby. I know."

He slipped his hand under your ass and gripped the soft flesh possessively, ramming his cock into you faster.

"My little slut needs to come, huh?" He mumbled breathlessly. "Needs my cock to leave her gaping and dripping."

Your thighs shuddered, your cunt clenching around him. Yoongi buried his face into your neck, nipping and sucking at your scar, his cock twitching inside you.

"Close," you breathed. "So close."

Yoongi groaned.

"I can fucking feel it."

He was getting close too, his abdomen getting tighter with every clench of your dripping pussy.

"Come with me," he pleaded, his voice rough and desperate, just like the way he fucked you. "Come on, pretty baby. Come with me and I'll fuck this pretty little pussy again until you're overflowing with me."

He shivered when he felt your walls spasming around him. Combined with your erotic cries sounding through the room, it instantly triggered his own orgasm, his balls throbbing as he emptied himself inside you. Sloppily, he fucked his cum into your tight hole, groaning and swearing into your sweaty skin.

A string of fucks and yeahs and another little shudder, and then he stilled, swallowing harshly. He found it difficult to lift his head for a moment, so instead he focused on caressing your arms, listening to your heartbeat slow.

He sighed, his cock thrumming inside you. His stamina was out of this world, as was his constant need for you. It was never a problem though; even though you were human, you could take it, and it was safe to say your neediness matched his in many ways.

He lifted his head up at last and looked at you, his smile soft, his hips snapping into you.

You moaned, the sound soon muffled by his tongue.

"My good," another sharp thrust followed, "fucking," then a kiss, "girl."

You weren't going to get any sleep. Not for the first time. He pulled out only to flip you onto your stomach and cover your back with his broad chest, leaving a light smack on your ass.

"How many times you think you got in you, baby?"

You definitely weren't going to sleep.