#🎹 the way i feel inside

[friend-or-fo]

good GOD taron

[friend-or-fo]

my s/i's arm wrapping around my f/o was a bit tricky to draw but i'm really happy with the kiss !!

@snuffysbox

a draw your OTP I guess???

credit and tag me if u use it please~

[aeide-thea]

also ok the actual problem re watching s3 is that like. historically i've watched the witcher with my dad, right, and—i want to be clear, the issue here is not (as you might think) parental homophobia, i gave him gideon the ninth for christmas one year and he liked it! i would've given him ocean's echo if it hadn't collapsed into total normative boringness at the end! he engages with queer SFF perfectly happily actually! but the prospect for me of like. watching gay kissing in familial public and having my feelings abt it be potentially observable 2 some degree is like. agh. no. my squirmy lil feelings abt jaskier's hot gay summer are private between me and the other little lgbtq+ ppl in my phone and Not 2 be perceived on my monstrous visage irl tyvm!!!

[eloose]

♯┆MY INTRO !! .ᐟ ★

hello!! I'm eloise and I'm 4teenn! I love cats, musicals, cartoons, sweaters, adventure time, Dazey and the scouts, Chappell roan and Minecraft!!

Feel free to dm me, send me an ask, tag me in posts and interact with me in any way, I am deprived of attention so I'll appreciate it a lot LMAOO

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[klutzyroses]

Hold Me Tight Series💖- Ikemen Vampire

"Y/N, is feeling overwhelmed with sadness, anger, loneliness or just feeling emotional. The watchful eyes of her beloved take notice and decide to shower her with affection in his own way."

💖

I decided to start a series of short comfort stories involving the IkeVamp suitors with an emotional reader who needs a bit of love and comfort. This is my first attempt at this so....

The participants will be all 17 suitors, meaning (in no particular order):

Napoleon 🦅

Mozart 🎹

Leonardo💤

Arthur🔎

Vincent 🎨

Isaac 🍎

Theo 🖼

Jean🗡

Shakespeare🖋

Comte⏳️

Dazai🎏

Sebastian 📓

Vlad🍓

Faust🧪

Charles🧁

Galileo💫

Drake⚓️

💖

There will be no smut or hard NSFW, may get a little steamy every now and again, but mostly feelings and romance to make you warm and gooey inside🤗.

Note: Reader (Y/N) is not MC/Mitsuki. She is just the reader (You, your oc, ect). Just something to remember.

Wish me luck🌸

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[friend-or-fo]

surprise me and my gorilla johnny boy /lh

F/O Reblog game: Santae Items!

Trying to be active again, so I'll start with a reblog game! My friend got me into this pet game called Santae and it has a TON of items. Reblog this with ONE of your f/os or s/is and ask for a food, plant or artifact and I'll assign them one!

[reasonsmandy]

I mean it darling

Karen Sirko x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — could you write something with karen sirko where reader is a groupie and they start dating secretly? idk just rockstar gf vibes. please 🫶🫶

✧.* summary — You guys had met between shows, and since then your connection has been absurd, a unique passion and love.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 4.4k

✧.* 🎹 — Karen's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — hey guys, how are y'all doing? I noticed a few days ago that I unintentionally removed the anonymous ask option, but I already adjusted it and everything is fine again. So if you want to ask anything, feel free

You don't remember when exactly you fell in love with rock, it was natural like the way you always liked to read something in the morning, like your body's muscle memory liking rock music and their bands was something implanted in you since you could remember. And you loved meeting new music stars, listening to different types of whatever band was coming up, it was impressive how easily you identified with each melody.

It didn't take long for you to get up the courage to go to all the shows of all the bands you knew and admired, at first the idea seemed crazy to people in your circle of friends, but you didn't care since nothing and no one gave you the feeling that music did. So it became easy to accept the life you led, it was something you loved, that brought you joy.

You still had in mind the first time you heard The Six live, it was sensational as well as the records passed, their energy was absurd, it was like feeling at the gates of heaven with every beat, note and chord. But that wasn't the only reason this day was so memorable, it was also the first time your eyes met hers.

You never intended to be interested or want something with someone in a band, but it was impossible not to think about how it would feel to have her around, she had an energy both onstage and off that it was impossible not to glaze over to her, the way she felt the music with her whole body made you want to understand more about her.

As the final notes of The Six's electrifying performance filled the air, you couldn't wait to get backstage and meet the band. With the adrenaline still pumping through your veins, you navigated the maze-like corridors, hoping to find the way to the backstage area. However, in your excitement, you took a wrong turn and ended up in an unfamiliar hallway.

Feeling a bit disoriented but not willing to give up, you continued walking, hoping to stumble upon the right path. The backstage crew members hurried past you, their eyes focused on their tasks, and the distant echoes of the crowd's cheers served as a reminder of the party you were missing out on.

As you wandered down one corridor after another, your initial enthusiasm began to wane, and a hint of frustration set in. You knew you had to be close; the faint echoes of laughter and music could be heard in the distance. But every door you tried seemed to lead to another dead end.

Just when you were starting to feel a little defeated, you turned a corner and nearly collided with someone—Karen. Her blonde, messy hair was slightly damp with sweat, and she looked as vibrant and charismatic as she did on stage. You felt your breath go away as she crossed her arms looking curious at you.

"Can I help you with something darling?" You never imagined that her voice would impact you this way, it was like you became vulnerable out of nowhere.

You try to compose yourself while controlling the nervousness inside you. "Yeah, I think I took a wrong turn somewhere. I was trying to find the backstage area."

"I don't know if you can be here dear..." She opened a small smile that makes you shiver, she approaches you little by little. "How about I show you the way out and we can talk outside?"

It was an invitation to silence, a suggestion for something she was interested in since that time she noticed you in the crowd, as Warren made the call for the third song she glared at you, noticing the way your body moved with the music, with the adrenaline that seemed to emanate from you every time Billy hit a higher note. And that's where she felt attracted, since the first time you went to The Six concerts, wanting to know more about you, after all, it wasn't by chance that she bumped into you in that hallway.

You come to question what had made her interested in you as much as you were in her, but you wouldn't externalize that question when an opportunity like this was right there in front of you. Then you smile arching your eyebrows as you take in the beauty that adorns that woman.

"I think it's a great idea." You state, she just turns around expecting you to follow. So you do.

As you both sat there on the side of the street, the night's events playing in your mind like a beautifully chaotic melody, Karen's words lingered in the air.

"I've been watching you, noticed you're always here at our shows, I appreciate the support."

You took a drag from the cigarette, savoring the moment before speaking. "Your music is incredible. It's like each song touches my soul in a way nothing else can. I can't help but follow you guys wherever you play."

Karen's smile widened, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "That's incredible to hear. I've always felt that with music you know, I feel like it connects people in ways we can't always explain."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, with a newfound sense of openness between you. Karen shared stories about the band's journey, the struggles they faced, and the incredible experiences they had on the road. You, in turn, opened up about your own passion for music and the impact it had on your life.

As the night turned into the early hours of the morning, the street around you quieted, creating an intimate bubble where time seemed to slow down. Karen's presence felt like a warm embrace, and you found yourself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

"You know," she said, her voice soft and thoughtful, "I'm glad our music makes you and other fans feel like we do onstage, I feel like I'm doing my job right."

You nodded, gazing at her with admiration. "When I'm at your shows, it's like the world outside disappears, and all that matters is the music and the connection with the band. So yeah, you guys do an amazing job."

Karen reached out and gently touched your hand, sending a shiver of excitement through you. "I'm grateful to have fans like you. People who truly feel the music, who understand the heart and soul we pour into every song."

With each passing moment, you felt your connection with Karen deepening. It was more than just being a dedicated fan; it was a meeting of souls who found solace and understanding in each other's company.

"Will I see you often?," Karen said, her voice slightly softer now, "We're heading on tour soon, I'd love to have you around, get to know you better."

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that Karen's feelings seemed to mirror your own. "I'd love that, I don't know if I'll manage to go in every show but, I'll do my best to catch you guys," you said through a laugh, she laughs along with you.

Karen's eyes held a tender gaze as she replied, "I mean it darling, I'd really like to get to know you better."

You can feel the chills down your spine, looking deep into her eyes, "Am I reading you wrong or I'm not the only one wanting a kiss here."

"I don't know how I could make it any more obvious." She whispers, moving closer to you.

In that moment, time seemed to slow to a standstill, and the world around you faded away, leaving just you and Karen in that quiet, secluded courtyard. The air was charged with electricity, and the chills down your spine intensified as she moved closer.

With her eyes locked on yours, Karen gently reached up to cup your cheek, her touch sending a rush of warmth through you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you leaned in, the space between you diminishing with every passing second. The anticipation was almost tangible, and you could feel the intensity of your mutual desire.

In that perfect moment, your lips finally met, and it was as if the entire universe aligned. It was a soft, tender kiss filled with the depth of unspoken emotions and the promise of something more. The world seemed to vanish around you as you lost yourself in the taste and touch of her lips.

The sweetness of the moment was juxtaposed with the passion that had ignited between you. The kiss deepened, as if you both had been yearning for this connection for a lifetime. Her fingers gently tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, and you responded with equal fervor, your arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her in.

Time became irrelevant as the kiss lingered, a dance of emotions and sensations, each of you expressing what words could never fully convey. It felt like the universe had conspired to bring you together, like destiny had carved this path for you to find each other.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and with eyes locked, you both shared a smile that spoke volumes. There was no need for words, for in that moment, you both understood that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary—a love that transcended time and expectations.

As the night gave way to the first rays of dawn, you both sat there, sharing an unspoken connection that seemed to transcend time and space. The world around you awakened, but in that intimate moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, entwined in a dance of emotions and music.

…

As the months passed, the secret romance between you and Karen blossomed in the shadows of the rock 'n' roll world. With every show, the anticipation of seeing each other grew, and you both found clever ways to steal moments together, hidden from the prying eyes of the band and the public.

After the concerts, when the other members of The Six would head to the after-party with fans and friends, Karen would discreetly slip away to meet you. You'd find secluded spots, like the same courtyard where your journey had begun, or even venture into nearby parks or alleys, where the city's neon lights served as a romantic backdrop to your stolen moments.

"I missed you," Karen would whisper as she wrapped her arms around you, the scent of sweat and adrenaline still clinging to her from the show.

"I missed you too," you'd reply, your heart fluttering with excitement.

In those hidden spaces, you felt free to be yourselves, expressing love and affection without fear of judgment or prejudice. The world outside may not have been ready to accept the love between two women openly, but here, in each other's arms, you found solace and acceptance.

Sometimes, you'd join the other groupies, pretending to be just one of them to spend more time with Karen. You'd chat with the fans, enjoying the shared love for The Six's music, but you always kept your eyes on Karen, stealing glances that held more meaning than any words ever could.

The nights were filled with laughter, music, and the thrill of being together, even if it had to remain hidden. You'd hold hands under the table, the touch sending shivers down your spine, while you navigated the conversations with other fans, always careful not to reveal too much about your true connection.

When the rest of the band tried to flirt with you, Karen would subtly intervene, guiding the conversations away from dangerous territory. Her protectiveness touched your heart, knowing she cared enough to keep your love shielded from anyone who might not understand.

One night, as you both stood together, gazing at the starry sky after a show, Karen whispered, "I wish we didn't have to hide, that we could be open about us."

You turned to her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I wish that too, but for now, I'll take these moments with you. They mean everything to me."

Karen smiled, her eyes filled with affection. "Me too. As long as we have each other, we can face anything."

And face it together you did. With every passing day, your bond grew stronger, your love deeper. You navigated the challenges of a hidden romance with grace and resilience, finding strength in each other and the music that brought you together.

As the tour took The Six to new cities, you and Karen discovered hidden gems, secret corners where you could escape to and savor your love. The memories you created were like precious treasures, etched into your hearts forever.

In the early hours of the morning, as you bid farewell to yet another show, Karen whispered, "I'll see you soon, my love."

"Count on it," you replied, a smile playing on your lips.

And as the tour continued, so did your love story, weaving through the fabric of time and rock 'n' roll, defying the conventions of the '70s. In the midst of secrecy and hidden affection, you found a love that was authentic, passionate, and true.

Together, you and Karen danced on the edge of the spotlight, finding refuge in the shadows, but always knowing that your love would shine brightly, like a brilliant star in the night sky, guiding you both towards a future where love would conquer all, even in a world that wasn't quite ready to understand.

As the months turned into a year, the intensity of your love only deepened. You became each other's confidantes, sharing your hopes, dreams, and fears. The trust between you was unbreakable, as you found in each other a safe haven from the pressures of the outside world.

There were moments when it became challenging to keep your relationship hidden. The other band members might tease Karen about her dedicated "groupie" or make jokes about your closeness, but she always handled it with grace and a wink your way, never letting the secret slip.

The stolen moments you spent together after each show became like a well-rehearsed dance. You knew exactly where to find each other, how to elude curious glances, and when to slip away unnoticed. The adrenaline rush of being together in secret only added to the intensity of your love.

On one particularly unforgettable night, Karen surprised you with a late-night visit to your hotel room after a show. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she slipped through the door, closing it behind her.

"I couldn't bear the thought of waiting until after the show," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

Your heart skipped a beat as she moved closer, her breath mingling with yours. The room seemed to shrink, and the world outside disappeared, leaving just the two of you in your own little universe.

In that intimate space, your love flourished, free from the constraints of the outside world. You reveled in the moments of tenderness, affection, and passion you shared, knowing that these stolen moments were a testament to the strength of your love.

Yet, as much as you cherished these secret encounters, there were also times when you both yearned for more. You dreamed of a world where you could walk hand in hand, where your love wouldn't have to hide in the shadows.

But for now, you found solace in each other's arms, in the music that

had brought you together, and in the knowledge that, no matter the challenges, your love was real, pure, and boundless.

As the '70s gave way to a new decade, you knew that the world was slowly changing, becoming more accepting and open-minded. And while the road ahead might be filled with obstacles, you held on to the hope that one day, you and Karen could stand proudly together, in the spotlight, as the love that had defied the odds and flourished amidst the music that brought you both joy.

For now, you took comfort in the stolen moments, in the secret smiles, and in the knowledge that, despite the world's limitations, your love was a force to be reckoned with, strong enough to weather any storm.

…

But then the tide came in, and you guys were flooded with the bad news, Billy was going into rehab and they were going to stop touring. It was a shock to everyone, they were finally getting everything they wanted and like a roller coaster they were rapidly going downhill.

It was a nightmare for everyone, would they be forgotten? What would it be like to go back to square one after so much effort to get here? That wasn't the only thing on their minds, but concern for Billy was evident as well.

You feared what would come from now on, the tour ended… How would things be between you two now? You were afraid it was an impolite question, that it wasn't the right time to think of the two of you as a priority, so you didn't say anything about it, you just stayed there with her as long as she needed to.

"This is so frustrating." She utters after a while in silence, you stroke her fingers, then kiss each one in comfort. "I can't believe this is all happening right now, I really thought it would work out, you know?"

You kiss the top of her head which rests in your lap, then stroking her blonde strands. "I understand, it must not be easy, but I guarantee you that you will get through it. And you're not alone, I'm with you... If you want me to, of course."

She can feel the insecurity emanating from your vocal cords in this line, sitting up to look into your eyes as she cups your face in her hands.

"This between the two of us is not something of a moment, at least not for me…" You didn't know you needed to hear this so badly, your body relaxes when she says it, as if a weight is lifted off your shoulders. "I don't want this to end either."

You approach her kissing her lips tenderly, she reproaches with urgency and need, as if you are the only thing right in her life right now.

"You won't get rid of me that easily." You rub your noses fondly, kissing the spot of hers afterwards. "But... How are we going to do it now? Are you coming home to Laurel Canyon?"

She remains thoughtful, running through several alternatives in her head as she rests her head on your shoulder. "Maybe I could tell the boys... Camila just had the baby so any help is appreciated. You could move in."

You smile bigger than you expected, liking her offer, "Look at me evolving from groupie to girlfriend."

"Oh shut up! You know you've always been my girlfriend, there's nothing like that." She pulls you close, playfully kissing your face all over.

…

You were carrying your things out of Warren's van and positioning them in front of the house, you didn't know if they already knew you were coming or if Karen had already explained the whole situation. The only person you were aware that knew about you two was Warren due to the day he caught you kissing in a dark corner of the party, he didn't leave you two alone, always having a question and curiosities until Sirko told him to fuck off as she usually did.

Since then Rojas had become a good friend to you, ensuring that your getaways with the keyboardist always worked out every time. He opens the front door beckoning you to come in next to him, helping you with your bags.

"Honeys, I'm home." He hums as he enters the house known to him, "And I brought a visit, Karen your kitten has arrived!"

You feel your cheeks flush at the way he introduces you, Karen soon appears and hugs you tightly, showing the middle finger to Rojas who lets out a laugh as he leaves for his room.

"I'm so glad you're here." She whispers, kissing the tip of your nose afterwards.

"Me too." You say hugging her tighter. "And are they okay with me being here?"

"Of course, they are family and they know you're dear to me." She pulls you by the hand, passing the door of several rooms.

She knocks on the first one's door, waiting as she holds his hand. The band's bassist opens the door with a sleepy face, his hair messed up.

"What is it?" He murmurs, his voice still cracking. "Oh, hi Y/N." He greets you.

"Hey Eddie." You smile shyly, looking at the blonde beside you, wondering what her purpose was.

"Y/N is moving in, she's staying in my room, and she's my girlfriend. That was it, you can sleep."

Eddie widens his eyes, "What now? Your girlfriend?"

Karen nods and you want to hide your face in her neck. "Yeah, don't worry about it."

"Nice, welcome, I guess." He says smiling and then closing the door.

She takes your hand once more, leading you to the next door down the hall. Knocking on it.

This time Graham is the one who answers, he leans on the doorknob of the door, looking at you curiously, it was possible to see that he was tired, maybe worried about his older brother.

"Hey Karen Karen, you good?" He seems to want to maintain the figure of someone who's fine, she smiles a little at him. "I know you, don't I?"

You nod your head, "Y/N..."

"Oh right, of course, I'm sorry my head isn't the best today." He smiles at you, looking at Karen waiting for her to say what she needs.

"She's moving in, just wanted to let you know." She says and he seems curious about it. "We're dating, so I asked her to move in."

"Oh, I'm glad to know." He opens a comforting smile, you feel welcomed by it.

You say goodbye and she guides you to the house at the back, where she knew Camila would be with her mother and little Jules. You felt yourself stepping into a part of her life that you'd always wanted, it was like accessing the most secret part of her heart, having her family's approval was rewarding.

As Karen led you to the back of the house, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirled within you. This was the moment you had been longing for—the opportunity to meet Camila, Karen's best friend, and her adorable baby daughter, Julia.

As you stepped inside the cozy room, Karen's face lit up at the sight of her dear friend and the little bundle in her arms. "Hey Cami, that's my Y/N," she said, her voice tinged with affection.

Camila turned to see you, and a warm smile spread across her face. "Ah, so you're the one Karen can't stop talking about," she teased playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Your cheeks flushed, and you exchanged a shy smile with Karen. "Guilty as charged," you replied, feeling a wave of fondness for the woman who held such an important place in Karen's life.

Camila gently placed little Julia in her crib, and as you approached, she pulled you into a warm hug. "It's so lovely to finally meet you. She hasn't stopped raving about you since you entered her life."

You felt a surge of happiness and relief, knowing that Karen had spoken highly of you to her best friend. "It's an honor to meet you too, Camila. Karen has been incredible, and I can see why you two are so close."

Camila smiled, her eyes brimming with love and appreciation for her friend. "She's the best person I know, and I can tell she's happier with you by her side. Welcome to our little circle."

As the conversation flowed, you felt a sense of ease settling in. The worries you had about being accepted by Karen's loved ones began to fade away, replaced by the warmth of their embrace.

Karen beamed with pride as she introduced you to little Julia. "This is the newest addition to our crazy family," she said, gently caressing the baby's cheek.

You peered into the crib, and your heart melted at the sight of the tiny, sleeping bundle. "She's beautiful," you whispered, feeling a surge of tenderness and love for the little one.

"She really is," Camila agreed, her voice soft as she looked at her daughter with adoration.

In that moment, you realized just how privileged you were to be allowed into this intimate part of Karen's life. It was like being handed the key to her heart, and you vowed to cherish this connection with all your heart.

As the afternoon passed, you and Karen spent quality time with Camila and Julia, sharing stories, laughter, and endless love. The sense of family and belonging in that room was undeniable, and you found yourself feeling at home, surrounded by the people who meant the world to Karen.

As the day drew to a close, and the sun began to set, you felt a profound sense of gratitude for the love that enveloped you in this cozy sanctuary. Having the approval and acceptance of Karen's best friend and her family made your love feel even more real and cherished.

As you bid farewell to Camila and Julia, you couldn't help but smile, knowing that you were now an integral part of Karen's life—a part that she held close to her heart, just like you held her close to yours.

Walking hand in hand with Karen, under the setting sun, you knew that this love, hidden and precious, was a masterpiece in its own right. The love that you shared with her extended beyond just the two of you; it was woven into the fabric of this unconventional family, held in the whispers of laughter and the glimmers of affection.

And as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you felt a sense of contentment and joy, knowing that in each other's hearts, you had found a place to call home. The journey ahead might still be filled with challenges, but with the love of Karen and the acceptance of her loved ones, you knew that your love story was one for the ages—a love that defied the world's limitations and shone brightly, like a beacon of hope, in the heart of rock 'n' roll.

...

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[warlordarcher]

🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room ooooooooh! @hunting-songs

Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters

"I was here last night." The archer had stood in front of the old mansion with a slight frown and his lips pressed into a thin line of worry. Then he looked up, a dozen bats flying in erratic circles, crashing into themselves and even at times crashing into the roof of the mansion.

"I was sitting in the park when one of these little guys flew by me. It's strange behavior, because bats don't usually approach people unless they're disoriented. So I followed it and came here. They're all acting disoriented and erratic. But I didn't bring you here to talk to you about bat behavior" Usually, Pokkle looked relaxed and calm, but there was something that kept him tense, something that was really worrying him. He saw one fall against the roof with a thud and shuddered, but his concern increased when he saw it fly again.

Gesturing for her to follow, Pokkle opened the iron gate to the garden, which squeaked horribly. He began to walk towards the main entrance. "I wanted to go in and try to get a closer look at them. Don't worry, it's abandoned… or so I think." Finally, Pokkle pushed open the wooden door, making his way inside the mansion. Everything was ruined, full of dust, some furniture even covered with white sheets, as if someone was covering a body and didn't want it to be exposed just like that.

Once inside, the sound of piano keys could be heard, a soft, sweet melody. But there was something else, something really disturbing, and that was the feeling of being constantly watched, or even worse, as if something or someone was breathing down their neck. "The same tune has been playing since last night, I think it's a recorder, and it may be one of the reasons why the bats are disoriented."

Goosebumps rose on his skin as an icy chill ran down his spine. "I was going to go furter exploring, but since it's music, I decided to go back with an expert, do you want to help me?"

Pokkle frowned even more, trying to understand this strange feeling he was having in there. Nothing was impossible, but improbable, but still, this feeling seemed out of this world. "Senritsu… do you also have the feeling that the walls breathe?"

{ @hunting-songs }

[foxieflower]

🍕, 💼, 🎹 for the oc asks if youre still doing them?

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Vanquish: Aywin okay real answer, i feel like his favorite food is some sort of spicy noodle or stew

Aywin: A chicken dish that Vanquish makes more him, something from the depths of avernus that Vanquish himself has made more safely for the half-elf

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Depends on the au, but in the original storyline, Vanquish is a cult leader, or rather, a commune leader, and thus he often gathers money through various contracts from outside requests.

Aywin.... lives with Vanquish

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Vanquish: He likes to paint and draw and finds himself delving into a few different creative outlets that way. As well as cooking but he doesnt do that very much inside the cult walls

Aywin: Enjoys studying and messing around with magic and spells hes been allowed to delve into once he and Vanquish are able to settle down safely. Vanquish does find himself at the center of a lot of these experiments.

[lucky-cat-anon]

Um.. hello, again..

~ He avoids eye contact, simply holding a small blue gift bag, which seems to be a tad bit heavier than expected. ~

I.. I know Rocket the Raccoon hasn't came around still.. but before they just.. disappeared, they wanted me to make you this thing.

Xey said it was.. a friendship gift? I don't really know, but you must've been great to them.

~ His wings flutter quietly, handing you a small bag. Inside, there was a green box, covered with flowers made from newspapers, painted in a patchy like way. Assuming that it's a music box. ~

🦋🎹

*They perk up, holding it with gentle hands. They stare at the box for a good minute. They feel… sad when they look at the box. They don’t know why but they want to hold it close and never leave it. They nod softly with a stoic face yet soft gaze.*

Thank mew… When mew see xem, please tell xem to come to me. I’ll have something ready fur xem! :3

*They wait for him to leave before sitting down on the ground and starting the music box.*

[orange-peel-candy]

Okay, this is the shit I need in order to learn about your "mystery choices"!

For ALL "Kickass Sword", "Lyn Bait," and "Besto Furrendo":

✨, 🌺 (or just any person they really give a damn about), 🎹, 🎯, 🧊, 🍀, 🌂, 🧠, 🍩.

It's not part of the ask, but I lowkey wanna see how they look like for 🧊, if you have a sample!

Okay, I feel like I torture you enough this way.

✨ How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Mystery choice #1: Huayin (花音). I don't need to explain what it means to you... I wanted her to have a very gentle, pretty name at odds with her personality. And for some reason, I've always associated her with flowers. Let me know what impression it gives you! Is it a common name? Or does it sound like something really flashy a main character would be called.

Mystery choice #2: It's Guen, short for Guenevere. In Arthurian legend, Queen Guinevere is married to the king, but she grows disillusioned with him and has an affair with one of his knights. Her name comes from the word for "white" in Welsh. Guen is some type of albino, so it seemed fitting.

Mystery choice #3: Haru. It was just supposed to be Hilal's cheesy nickname for him but I used it as a placeholder for too long and now nothing else sounds right. I'm taking suggestions!! I want to find a name that means something auspicious, like "precious" or "good fortune." Because his grandpa named him with love.

🌺 Do they have any love interest(s)? -> or just any person they really give a damn about

Huayin: The person she likes the most (the only person she likes) is the guy who's letting her and Guen stay at his place. He's like a kind older brother figure. She thinks that strangers take advantage of his kindness (by moving in with him, for instance), so she's always looking out for him and then denying that she cares! Besides that, she also cares about Guen. Though it's not the affectionate kind of care. "The opposite of hate is indifference." Because Huayin has strong (negative or positive) feelings about Guen, she undeniably gives a damn.

Guen: Same as Huayin. The guy they're staying with is someone who has all the qualities she wants to emulate, so she holds a lot of respect for him. In addition to that, she has a constant stream of shitty boyfriends who she breaks up with as soon as they get less shitty. She attracted to them because they make her feel needed, so when she's not "needed" anymore she breaks up with them. For the same reason, she'll never cut ties with Huayin because in her eyes, Huayin will always need to be fixed.

Haru: He loves and feels indebted to the people in his family who took care of him growing up: his grandpa and his older sister. He has a confidant who lives inside his head, who he shares everything with. He has a lot of romantic interests too: a childhood sweetheart, a girl who he starts dating in the middle of an existential crisis, and Hilal, who's also his best friend. The problem is, all of these people who he cares about have conflicting interests. He can only prioritize one.

🎹 Do they have any hobbies?

Huayin: She just does chores or trains.

Guen: She likes gaming in her free-time.

Haru: He's into fashion, and makeup. He also studies a lot.

🎯 What do they do best?

Huayin: She's good at fighting, because while she's moving she doesn't have to think about complicated things (like emotions and moral quandaries) and just focus on getting the job done. It's satisfying to land a clean hit—she relishes in it, so she has an incentive to keep getting better.

Guen: She's also good at fighting. But unlike Huayin, it's a natural talent and she detests it. She would much rather find a peaceful resolution than use physical force. Unfortunately, she sucks at that because she doesn't really understand other people.

Haru: From his perspective, he doesn't have a stand-out skill. But he's actually quite good at negotiations. He's got a mix of logic and genuine emotion that's really convincing. I guess he's best at just being human and trying hard.

🧊 Is their current design the first one?

Huayin: Surprisingly, yeah. Usually I have to reinvent my OCs several times over, but in both looks and personality she's stayed almost completely the same.

Guen: She was originally shorter than Huayin, and she had fluffy, light blue hair. Now she's taller, and her hair is white blonde and very fine. I think her features have slowly morphed over the years... She used to be a trans guy too, but I changed it.

Haru: I can't even remember what he originally looked like. That's how different it is. I think he used to look kind of like Alma? Very typical shounen protag.

🍀 What originally inspired the OC?

Huayin: I wanted to draw a main character. Someone with an "I am the protagonist," "the world revolves around me" mentality. The kind of main character who starts out with significant flaws, but gradually improves throughout the course of the story. That's Huayin.

Guen: I needed someone to fill the role of Huayin's reluctant but steadfast companion. And so, Guen was created. She had to be someone who would actually stay by Huayin's side, so a lot of her character traits were determined by necessity.

Haru: ...This is embarrassing. During my shounen phase in high school, I did a lot of daydreaming about the "best friend/rival to traitor" trope that appears in practically every shounen action story. I kind of wanted to see characters in a similar setting who subverted it! Haru initially came out of that.

🌂 What genre do they belong in?

Huayin: Action! One of those edgy, "dark" stories where the main character's lack of morals is what the fans love about them.

Guen: Like a slow, slice of life where some sad person from the city moves to a farm and learns to live their life and be happy.

Haru: Family drama. You know, like Downtown Abbey and stuff? Or that new TikTok series The Mother of Twins, Wins. Have you heard of it? Those plots about socialites fighting over who's getting the inheritance. If it was his decision, he would be in a fairy tale.

🧠 What do you like most about the OC?

Huayin: She has moments where she does what no one else is willing to do, which I think is pretty cool. On a deeper level, I like how she chases after what she thinks she wants, and it leads her away from what she actually needs.

Guen: She reacts strongly to little details most people wouldn't notice or care about. That means she gets upset easily, but she also gets really happy about things that seem inconsequential.

Haru: He's very earnest. Even though he thinks that's his biggest weakness, he's even earnest in his desire to stop being earnest. He acts secretive but he can't hide the emotions on his face. It's cute!

🍩 Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Huayin: Guen, obviously. Someone like Huayin, who's spent her whole life trying to be strong and who's never mattered to anyone, doesn't take kindly to some stranger sticking onto her like glue and telling her to change her entire life. To Huayin, Guen's optimism is idealistic and fake—and therefore, a pointless lie. It stings to see how much other people adore Guen for the things Huayin thinks are bullshit. It just doesn't line up with Huayin's reality at all, so she spends all her energy trying to prove that she's right and Guen's wrong. Because the notion that she genuinely matters to someone is just... unbelievable.

Guen: ↑ The feeling is mutual. Huayin constantly forces Guen to question her belief that humans are fundamentally good. She's the only person who's able to make Guen genuinely angry. It's not obvious when she's not around Huayin, but Guen has her own stubborn streak. In her mind, if she gave up on making Huayin a better person, it would be like she lost at something. Despite all of this, she calls Huayin her friend. She claims it's because she can see how good Huayin could be if she actually tried, but... deep down maybe it's because even when Huayin's at her worst, Guen feels like the best version of herself when they're together.

Haru: Although like I mentioned earlier, the first iterations of Haru and Hilal were rivals, that aspect of their friendship is much less present than it used to be. Now, rather than competing with each other directly, they're both jealous of what the other one has. Haru has a lot of other people to compete with: there's his sister who's a much better leader and strategist than he could ever hope to be, and there's his childhood crush I mentioned earlier. They used to share everything as kids, but they've gone in separate directions. There's also Huayin! She just finds Haru irritating and untrustworthy, but he respects her skills and wants to prove that he's better than her. It's a one-sided rivalry.

That's it! I have some sketches of what they look like, but before you see them I want to hear your impressions! Based on the information I've given you so far, how do you think they look? It'll help me gauge how well their designs convey their personalities.

The sketch on top is a lot older than the others. You can see how Huayin's face is much sharper in the later iterations. Her expression is also a lot sharper. Maybe the first one can be from when she was younger, or something.

This is the most recent thing here, so this is the most up to date reference for what Huayin and Guen look like. You wouldn't know about it from the way they talk about each other, but they're pretty close.

Guen overheats easily. The bigass hat is a recent addition, I think she would probably keep her face covered in public.

You can tell how old Haru is by the state of his hair and how much of the light has left his eyes. I noticed when I was practicing drawing 'Hikaru' that his face actually looks a lot Haru's. Maybe you can't tell from these sketches, but I thought it was funny.

[friend-or-fo]

🎶 Because it's thriller... thrill-er night... 🎶

Watched Sing Thriller and turns out I still have a crush on this gorilla lord help me

(Mellie the cat is my self-insert who uses they/she pronouns!)

[cup-of-heart]

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ๋ 𝄞 ˳  ๋ ִ “󠀢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑠”⠀⭒ 🎹 . ✿ ﾟ

With so much love from inside the dollhouse, Bibi.

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Dear Cherished Comrades! *Cherish by ILLIT playing in the background* Here I am, introducing myself to the best people around the world, Y O U. My name is Bambina Camille but you can call me Bibi for short! I mostly tweet in Indonesian and broken English. I use feminine pronouns and don’t worry about my age—I’m old enough to drink alcohol (I’m 21↑).. meep. So, welcome to my digital diary. This diary filled with venting, ranting, cute pictures, and everything in between! Don’t worry, my account is a safe space for minors because I only post SFW content. Oh, and by the way, I love making friends with everyone! And… I like to delete my tweets like nothing ever happened. Please don’t ask me why. I just like it, tee-hee. ʕ •̥ ﻌ ก ʔഒ

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“󠀢그녀가 가장 좋아하는 것과 그 반대입니다..” 알아봅시다.

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🎀 ̫ I ult SKZ and ILLIT, but I’m a casual K-POP listener in general (mostly GGs). I’m also a horror/thriller movie lover! Besides that, I have a soft spot for classical music, Barbie, Sanrio, all adorable things like cats and bunnies, and I love spending my time watching YouTube and reading books. Plus, I have a really special spot for Edmund Pevensie and Nanami Kento <3

🎀 ̫ On the flip side, there are some things that annoy me. Don’t follow me if you’re racist, a rude grammar police, hate my faves, a 02 voter, a zionist, an ableist, or fall under any basic DNI and DFI criteria. If you’re one of those people, please stay away from my account. Thank you. *heart_eyes*

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“󠀢If I make any mistakes please let me know through a direct message and if you find me annoying feel free to BUB me. Thankie!”

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[asheanon]

✨ 🎹 The Great Pianering ✨ — Entry for @rcsetorn. 🎼 If music is desired: The song. (0:03 - 3:43)

For many years, this estate was vacant. Or so, it was said to be. Only more recently was it speculated otherwise.

Reports of it “being haunted” had begun to circulate; during the evening hours, on occasion, one could hear the sound of a piano resonating from somewhere inside its abandoned halls... There was a day in which the manor bore life - aside from this alleged haunting at present, surely - but to any who may pay it visitation, all within it appeared to be blanketed by dust; lifeless, lost to time… save for a grand piano, which comprised the corner of a large living room.

In the light of the setting sun, the gentle beginnings of a melody graced it with another tune. Upon the bench placed before it, there sat its “songful specter” once more.

Hunched over the keyboard, she looked to be swept away in a world of her own. There was no sheet music to be read. Her gaze was sheathed by eyelids drawn to a close, her expression unfeigned.

This song… it was one she knew well.

Something from within unfurled with every measure. Like an effulgent flower coming into bloom; a blossoming ballad. And from its unfolding petals poured torrent after canorous torrent. In time, she was a wildfire taking to the keys. Heartfelt. Passionate.

There was then an abrupt stop, however. Final notes sustained lingered in the air, tinged by an uncertainty as to whether or not another measure waited beyond them…

“I suppose I am trespassing, aren’t I?” Her lips curved, subtly, yet archly as the near-silence was broken. “Again.”

By her nature, the wayfarer eventually came to realize someone had entered the room. She could feel their presence. Though, it was only by movement cast within the muddled reflection of an old, antique wall mirror some ways away that she was able to actually see and recognize who it was that had entered. It was the General. She caught her red-handed another day.

“Again.” The context was a little dubious, but there was no denying that… previous mishap. In contrast to it, however, she made no effort to escape. She remained seated; calm - or as calm as she could be - still reeling from the makings of music and in its midst, to some extent, caught unawares just as well. Perhaps she was more curious than anything about what may transpire this time around…

[messagesoflove4]

🎶 Music…

‘I couldn’t live without music’ I recently wrote. It is as essential as the water 💦 that flows through me. I sing nearly every day with songs that I’m feeling in those moments…songs that connect me to a place, or time, or person…

Oh, I can feel love energy moving through me when I sing a powerful love song. Times when love ♥️ feels too powerful to keep inside, music has been a way to let it flow.

There have been times when I have moved anxious energy through me with some air guitar 🎸 playing of some powerful rock songs. I have been able to be less nervous for presentations or interviews by giving myself that experience before them.

Sometimes, music gifts us an experience just to be. A piano 🎹 in the campus center at the university I work at commonly is being played during the day by a variety of people. It’s a peaceful experience to spend some time there just listening. It doesn’t matter how well the player does. It always is beautiful. A calming energy is present here.

As I get to this point, I am realizing there are countless more stories to share of healing energy flowing through music. So, so many stories, that this one feels incomplete. ‘We’ll write another song 🎶 to say the rest,’ I hear the writer within me saying. For now, reflect on your experiences of music.

Music is so essential to us because it connects with the essence of life itself and with our creative expression as humans. Rhythmic patterns and sound producing energy are found everywhere in nature here on Earth 🌍 and all throughout the mysterious universe that Earth and its life are an interconnected part of.

From the dust and energy of the earliest stars 🌟 we evolved. Thus , we are all of the same energy…energy which is always in motion, seeking to flow. And our creative expression though music is a flow of energy through us which allows for an experience that physically, emotionally, and spiritually connects us with each other, with Earth, with the endless universe.

The vibrations of sound can be deeply soothing for us. Particularly long, sustained sounds especially, or those familiar to our nervous system from the Earth that signal safety...flowing water or bird's 🐦 singing...can invite us into the relaxation response. When you are stressed, I wonder what may become if you give yourself some moments of gently sounding, which as I have read, can be enhanced with deep breathing and movement.

And so, music is another experience of life that I believe we should include in our self care conversations with each other. Wonder about who in your life might have a brighter day with some music as part of it. Create safe spaces for everyone and anyone to express themselves through music. 🎶 Sing, and play, and dance however and whenever you wish.

*written January 2023, and slightly added to today as I was reading about the healing power of sound.

[tonicinemusic]

ALL BOUT BLANCO

Hello world, how are you? I once lost confidence in life. It seemed that I would face loneliness and sadness no matter what. When I really felt helpless and insignificant, such kind people still missed me. It made me think that my existence was meaningful. How many healing places are there on earth? I want to create a place. Music always the place to face my inner feelings. If you regard it as life, there will be a key to take you directly to its core. It is the storm of the senses and the cloudiness of the soul,  more profound and broad. It's not just what you see or hear, it's what you feel inside. It can be a surging sea or a lonely peaceful sea.all my concern is the mingling of love and loneliness，the euphoria and pain that results from losing yourself in something or someone，the world is not just about power money, also about love and honesty I  want to create an healing ISLAND everyone can open their hearts and find partners with similar experiences. It is difficult for us to express  true feelings when  depressed, so I hope to help you in a "forced" way. Many things will  come to an end, many things also be abandoned, and  many regrets and sadness, but warm people will always meet you, and warm summer will always come. If you have found your own island and beautiful people, I hope this album will be a beautiful gift for you to enjoy in your leisure time, and I hope more peaceful and happy souls in the world. Keep healthy, CU !🌏🌵🪸🦒🐳✨🍎🍓🥪🍲🥤🥂🥙🎪🎸🎹🎤🎬🚀🏜🏖🎇🎁