#(not that music is a bother in general I just can sing LOUD when I don't have to worry about it being too loud)

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all you know sometimes when you have the urge to eat something specific but you don't know what the specific thing is? I'm having that but for crafting. Like, I feel like I want to make something in a different medium than my usuals but idk what it is??? I'm going to try drawing first to see if it's that, I think. Send me requests/suggestions to draw and I might draw them! I also might end up plushifying them if I draw them?

[guiltysungho]

— boynextdoor when you need help to sleep

genre : tags. fluff, suggestive (18+), established relationship, comfort (?)

wordcount. 150 - 300

a/n. you might feel the quality degrade as you continue but i really just wanted to post something. its not too bad i hope, enjoy 😭

@onedoornet

sungho is used to your tossing and turning in bed whenever falling asleep becomes a task, and whether it’s a nap or full night’s rest he knows what to do to get your melatonin up.

he’ll keep you close, enough to feel body rise with each tired breath. gentle pats on your head as he sings a sweet melody to you, humming the instrumental part quietly for you to travel with the sound.

earlier in your relationship you had told him about this song, your childhood nights filled the same harmony he sung to you. he’d learnt the song just for you, for nights like this one when sleeping wasn’t so easy.

you remember the first night you heard the song from him, such a cherished memory. you dreamt of wonders that night, of you and him in a fairytale where that song played throughout the kingdom.

even when he was away from home where he couldn’t hold you, his voice would still be at your reach. after seeing how much you enjoyed his singing, he’d recorded the song for you, saving it on your phone so you could always sleep soundly even when you were miles apart.

when you can’t sleep neither can riwoo, he needs to see you sleeping soundly for the slumber to settle in. he doesn’t know exactly how to make you fall asleep but he tries to figure it out based on general opinions.

so when it’s time to sleep the whole mood in the room switches. rain ambiance noises added to a white noise in the background, cool toned led lights, air purifier, assuming at least one thing would work so got everything.

most of the time you end up laughing, watching him put on every appliance in the room to set the mood right just makes you smile. checking with you on the settings, asking if you want to change the rain sounds to fire place sounds since its winter.

while laughing doesn’t help you sleep, whenever you did fall asleep you were at ease. no matter what happened in the day, you could look forward to the sleeping sessions because of the joy they brought.

at times he would go the extra length and start counting sheep out loud for the both of you, giggling together at each number when you should be sleeping.

the truth was you knew exactly how to fall asleep, you’d fall asleep in the first couple minutes, just lying down on his chest, arm around his torso, but you liked the whole drama of it all so you would let it happen.

jaehyun is like a homemade podcast, you’ll lay there between his thighs while he tells you all about everything. sometimes he’d tell you about his day, depending on how interesting it was and other times he’d tell stories.

he knows you like listening to him so plays with that, telling you all sorts of things that grow more unbelievable as he goes on. at times you’re unsure if he is even saying coherent words or just making sounds that sound like words.

it never did bother you though, if anything you loved it the more incoherent, the easier the slumber came. you would let him play with your hair as he told a story you’d never heard of before, braiding it to the best of his abilities.

something about having his fingers tangled up in your hair and his voice so close to your ears made sleeping such an easy task, you wonder how it was ever hard for you.

you’d fall asleep to his sweet voice, bedtime stories from your one and only. even when he’s far from you he finds a way to make it work, late night calls were he'd just take you along with him, narrating his every movement.

he knows by your soft hums through the line that it works just as well so he continues till all he can hear is your quiet snoring.

slow relaxing tunes fill your room whenever it’s bedtime. you get so close together under the sheets, cuddling as you let the music transport you to a deep slumber.

most of the time that’s all you need to fall asleep, his arms around you and sweet melodies playing from the speaker. the only downside being that it wasn’t an immediate solution to your insomnia.

for taesan there’s only one way to help you sleep immediately and if the tiredness is too much for you he’s always willing to help with a little stimulation. he’ll help you relax completely and release all tension from your body.

he finds it cute the way you always fall asleep immediately after an orgasm, the way your small hands would wrap around his wrist when you felt it coming and stay wrapped there once you passed out. if you need an orgasm to fall asleep he'll give it you with the most pleasure.

whenever it came to it his main focus would be you, wanting you to feel the most pleasure so the slumber could settle as soon as you orgasm. he plays with your most sensitive parts, teasing and pleasing you, kissing you wherever you ask for it.

when you finally finish your eyes are already shut as you slowly regain your breath falling into a deep sleep. he gives you a kiss on the forehead to telling you did well before letting you sleep comfortably.

leehan is particularly gentle with you when you're sleepy, to be honest he enjoys listening to your little yawns and groans that come whenever you were tired so he's a little more unserious in his ways of helping.

when you're tired in bed with him he'll whisper to you while you're craddled in his arms but it's more of an asmr session that a soothing moment. while his gentle touches help you relax, the sound of his voice by your ear whispering the script to a cartoon movie keeps the sleepyness from reaching it summit.

occasionally he will add sound effects to the show, mimicking sounds of bubbles with his mouth and flicking his cheek with his finger to remake the sound of water drops, trying his best to not burst out into laughter.

so most nights instead of sleeping you're giggling in a dark room with your boyfriend whispering the script of nemo to you telling you to imagine the movie while he narrates. with all the laughing you do you always end up falling asleep in the middle of his story, imagining your self in the movies.

he never lets you miss out on his late night asmr, even when he isn't with you he send you voice memos whispering to you in the most erotic way while telling you to tuck yourself in bed tight. giving you some sort of guided meditation session so you can sleep soundly.

[teardrop-scales]

For once a number one

(Adam x female!reader)

A.N: this is purely self indulgent, but I decided to publish this anyway. Hurt-comfort I guess and general fluff, although this is Adam we're talking about, so of course there are swear words and some suggestive stuff.

Please note that english is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes. Also, my Adam is probably ooc.

(Also I suck at beginnings, endings and titles, sorry ><)

You don't even hear him come in.

No wonder, since you are currently blasting his band's music on full volume. Mostly 'Stick it to the man' to be honest; until now it always helped you cheer up and relax a little if you were angry at something or someone. But this time even this wasn't helping. Still you refuse to turn it off because you love your boyfriend's voice and his music (even though you won't ever tell him that, his ego is big enough as it is).

So here you are, laying on the couch with 'Stick it to the Man' blasting in the background, still in your more formal and nicer clothes, not even having the strength to change into more comfy ones, only forcing yourself to take off your boots once you got inside.

Pathetic much.

And so, that's why you almost have a heart attack when the loud music suddenly stops and you hear the voice of your boyfriend, this time talking and standing a few meters away from the couch.

"Heyyy, I see your music taste is still intact, babes! Though if you wanted to hear my singing, you could've just asked me for a private concert. For a price, 'course~."

You don't bother to look up at him, but you can imagine the smug grin on his face and the wiggling of his eyebrows.

To be honest, you thought you had more time until Adam comes home. You didn't want him to see you like this. He never was very good at this 'mushy, sappy emotional shit' (his words). And you really don't have the strength now to deal with his mocking and teasing.

So you just groan in response.

Even though Adam isn't usually really good at reading people and their emotions, your state makes it clear even for him that something is wrong.

"Geez, the fuck is up your ass?" He hisses, walking towards the couch and putting a cold palm on your forehead to check for fever. "You sick or somethin'?"

You, albeit a bit reluctantly, swat his hand away.

"I'm not sick. I have some other problems, you wouldn't understand." You respond, still laying on the couch, pathways made from tears still visible and fresh on your cheeks.

Adam scoffs and puts his hands on his hips.

"Try me, bitch."

You finally look him in the eyes, skeptically.

"Are you really gonna listen to me yap about this? Without cutting me off and mocking me?" Somehow you want him to both go away and stay right beside you.

"You always listen to me when I'm fucking mad at something and need to talk it out." He shrugs. "The least I can do is return the favor for once, since I'm so generous and in a good mood today. Now move your ass."

Adam makes the 'shoo' gesture with his hand, and you move a bit to the side on the couch, making space for him to sit down. Once he plops down on the couch, you put your head in his lap.

"Where to even start." You say in a bit of a sarcastic manner, your voice breaking just a bit once again.

You tell him everything, somehow managing to not break down again during the tale. You tell him how your friend got bored of you when another, seemingly more interesting and fun person than you appeared. How when the tree of you hang out, they paid more attention to the new person, only rarely talking to you and when they did, they were a lot colder towards you. It wasn't fucking fair. You were there longer and you always tried your best to be a good friend, the best you could be. And it still wasn't enough.

Surprisingly, Adam kept his promise and didn't cut you off even once. Instead, he was on his phone the whole time, but with his other hand he played with your hair. He only let out some hums of acknowledgement every now and then, not looking at you at all. It may have seemed like he was disinterested in your problem, but the way his fist clenched around the strands of your hair during certain parts of your story suggested otherwise.

"...and that's the situation." You sigh heavily finishing your rant after a while.

Adam scoffs and puts his phone down.

"Well, what do you want me to say, bitch?" He shrugs. "I mean, yeah, sure sucks to be you I guess, but why the fuck are ya getting so worked up over this?"

"Well, that's because--"

"Honestly, thought you were tougher than that. Thought you were a badass, not a pathetic little cunt--"

"Adam, you promised you wouldn't cut me off." You remind him coldly, lifting your head from his lap and glaring at him.

Adam rolls his eyes.

"Fine, fine, jeez." He tsks. "Sorry, babe."

You stay quiet for a few seconds, searching for the right words. This is tricky, your boyfriend is not the best at dealing with emotions like this. He can't relate because he has a totally different strategy when someone doesn't like him. Heck, most of Heaven doesn't like him, he just doesn't seem to care. He always makes it seem so easy. You envy him in that aspect, you envy his ability to not give a fuck.

"You know what?" You finally say, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I wouldn't care if this was a first situation like this. I wouldn't give a damn. But the truth is, this happens to me every single motherfucking time I manage to form a meaningful relationship with someone." Despite your best efforts, frustration tears appear in your eyes. "I'm tired of this. Tired of being thrown aside once everyone gets bored of me, tired of always being second-best, of being the spare friend and 'number two'. "

You shake your head and then say quietly:

"I bet sooner or later you're gonna get bored of me and leave too."

Silence falls. You don't dare to look Adam in the eyes as you sit beside him on the couch, but at a slight distance.

You're not looking at him, so you fail to notice the flabbergasted and almost offended look on his face.

"The FUCK!?" Adam suddenly breaks the silence with his angry shout as you look at him confused. "I'm not fucking going anywhere! You're stuck with me babes, whether you like it or not. Also, geez, I know I'm a major jerk but I'm not like those trash you call friends!"

You finally dare to look at him, amazed. He really seems put off by your suggestion. You feel your heart flutter at his words and his statement that he isn't gonna leave no matter what. Despite his many flaws, Adam always has been very loyal and dedicated to you. You feel ashamed that you doubted him. Before you can apologize however, he continues his rant:

"And anyway, fuck them--"

You raise an eyebrow in amusement at his wording. Adam sees your expression and scowls before smirking.

"Look who's dirty minded now, bitch~" He teases you, earning a light slap on the shoulder.

Adam chuckles and you roll your eyes, but with a small smile dancing on your lips.

"Whatever." You say, wanting him to continue.

"I meant like, stop giving a fuck about those fake-ass people, y'know! You fucking rock babe, and if they can't see that, it's their loss. Don't waste your precious time on those who don't deserve it."

Your smile kept growing the longer he kept talking. Of course, his rant didn't magically solve your problem, you were still mad and sad, but less now. Because now you are sure that Adam will always be on your side.

"...you should focus on people who really deserve your time. Like me." Adam finishes with a smug grin as you slap his arm lightly, both of you chuckling.

Then you climb in his lap and hug him by the neck, minding the spikes on his collar, but still pressing your face in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Adam smells of his usual cologne and you can sense a faint scent of ribs, which he must've had for lunch.

"Thank you, honey." You say softly. "I think I needed to hear that."

You can feel the First Man shiver slightly at the sweet nickname. You know that that's his weakness, even though he always tries to act like he doesn't like it.

You wait for him to tease you or try to make this moment sexual like he usually does. You expect Adam to go back to his usual annoying self. But instead, he sighs through his nose and slowly wraps his arms around your back and waist, hugging you tightly and pressing you even more into his soft chest and stomach. He even wraps his beautiful golden wings around you for extra comfort.

"Anytime, sweetie." Adam says softly while caressing your back gently.

Something swells in your chest at the nickname he almost never uses. The only times Adam uses this particular one is when he's mocking you or someone or when he's feeling especially soft and at ease. Even though you two have been dating for quite some time now, you only recall one or two instances of him using "sweetie" as a nickname for you in a soft manner, not counting now of course.

You smile into his neck and raise your head slightly to press a kiss to his cheek.

You both stay silent for a while, just enjoying each other's presence and touch.

"You know" Adam says suddenly, still embracing you. "If you need friends or some shit, I can set up a meeting for you with my girls and Lute. They've been up my ass recently about wanting to 'get to know you' ".

"That's actually not a bad idea." You reply, pressing your cheek against his.

"Yeah, it's a win-win situation, babe." Adam muses, squeezing you momentarily. "You get new friends, and I get some fucking peace from their pestering."

You giggle.

You were scared to talk to him about your problems, knowing how he is. But now you realize that was stupid. Adam is a jerk to everyone but you. He's always been more patient, gentle and soft with you than with anyone else. You feel really ashamed for thinking he wouldn't listen to you and support you in your problems, even if they are trivial to him.

"I'm sorry for not believing that you'd listen to me and my problems." You sigh. "And I'm sorry for saying that you'd leave me and comparing you to my ex-friends."

"Yeah, you should be fucking sorry." Adam grumbles, grabbing you to lean you away from him a bit and then embracing your face with his palms. "You're one of the best things to ever happen to me, truly babe. I love you, you're my bitch and I wouldn't trade you for anyone."

You smile brightly, placing your smaller hands on his bigger ones on your cheeks. Then Adam continues before you can say anything, like he usually does.

"And if I ever hear you doubting yourself like that again, I'll literally fuck these thoughts out of you. I'll fuck you until you start to see yourself as a motherfucking goddess." He threatens with a grin.

You laugh. This time not a giggle or chuckle, but a big, bubbly laugh. You don't fail to notice the soft, fleeting smile which appears on your boyfriend's face at the sound of you laughing, but don't comment on it.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, darling." You tease after you calm down, putting your hands on his cheeks and squeezing them a bit. "I love you too."

Then you lean towards him and carefully place your lips on his in a gentle kiss. And for once, Adam doesn't make the kiss more heated, instead kissing you back just as softly.

For once, you feel completely and utterly loved and appreciated. For once you're someone's number one.

[captain-ravioli7321]

i think jake from TMF has BPD (borderline personality disorder). Heres why.

CONTENT WARNINGS: spoilers for all of the music freaks season 1. mentions of bullying and trauma. if something i put here comes from a place of misinformation or personal bias please let me know im tryna keep misinformation out but i am not immune to it sadly...

i think he shows a lot of little signs over the series but im only gonna put the BIGGEST ones here

Impulsivity - This might be more invocative of ADHD (which i also HC he has), but it's also a BPD thing. He doesn't hesitate to be generous or do things for his friends, even to a severe extent. In episode 4, Jake yells out "DID YOU SAY ZANDER?!" When Hailey confirms Luke's crush. He didn't hesitate to blackmail Zoey for Millie, and he didn't hesitate to offer an entire gaming laptop to Sean in episode 6.

Black and white thinking (to a minor degree!!) - In episode 3, Jake blackmails Zoey in order to get Millie's diary, as I mentioned in the paragraph above. He does it with practically zero hesitation, and it's not until Millie says "You blackmailed your friend for me?" that he realizes his actions are maybe not the most moral, when he says "Well, when you put it like that..." People with BPD tend to see things as all good or all bad. Jake probably saw his actions as all good at the time he did them, but he sees blackmail itself as all bad.

Black and white thinking (to a SEVERE degree) - This is most prominent in episode 9. Notice how surprisingly easy it was for Drew and his friends to push Jake into saying that nasty stuff about the music club and about Hailey? I theorize that they triggered a split. He was already emotionally vulnerable due to jealousy after seeing Sean and Daisy hanging out together. (jealousy is also a sign of BPD, but i don't wanna dedicate a whole paragraph to jealousy since this is the biggest time he shows jealousy.) Him being egged on made him say things that he regretted right away. His expression in the episode as he's saying this stuff- I don't think he was putting on a show for his friends. I think- even if only for a moment- he genuinely believed that they were using him, even if he came back to his senses soon after.

Fear of abandonment or rejection - This causes most of the conflicts in the series, and is EASILY his most prominent BPD trait. Despite the fact Drew and his friends are toxic to Jake (whether they know it or not), Jake still clings onto them. He knows how they feel about his passion for music, that's why it took him so god damn long to even say out loud to them that he has a passion for it- he's seen how they reject and bully anyone with a passion for music, and he's terrified of being rejected by them in any way, and I think this goes further than just not wanting to be bullied again. In episode 6, Jake is about to tell Drew that he's having a rehearsal with the Music Club- but Drew says "Wait, don't tell me.." In a frustrated tone, which triggers Jake's fear of abandonment, prompting him to say that he got grounded, rather than telling him the truth. Despite him knowing Drew and his friends are at the mall, he agrees to go against his better judgement, also showing people-pleasing tendancies (Which go alongside fear of abandonment.) The entire conflict in "Wavering Between" is Jake struggling to let go of friends who don't support his passion. The entire reason he struggles so badly to communicate effectively to his old friends is because he KNOWS how they feel about the music club. It's the whole reason why he bullied people with them for so long, he didn't want to be rejected by them. And it's not just his old friends that trigger this as well. In episode 5, when Millie mentions it's a good thing they have TWO good singers in the club, Jake immediately gets upset. This thought bothers him for what seems to be a few days. "Why did they let me in the club if Hailey can sing?" The next quote is DIRECTLY from episode 5. "Do they even need me?" In episode... 7 or 8? I'm pretty sure it's 8, I can't remember and I don't feel like checking- when Hailey is initially hesitant to duet with Jake (before Jake knows about her stage fright), he immediately takes it personally. It isn't until Hailey opens up about her stage fright that he stops blaming himself. When Jake sees Hailey snap at Lia, he near instantly assumes that it's because she's upset with him over pressing the idea of a duet. In episode 9 when Zander plays the recording of Jake talking behind his back, he immediately starts to panic. It's clear he isn't thinking straight, and he's scrambling to find an explanation. He literally cannot explain himself in this scene. The most accurate explanation he gives here is "They egged me on, and I shouldn't have listened!". He genuinely does not understand how his view of The Music Club switched so quickly, which I personally think is invocative of someone with undiagnosed BPD.

Cognitive Dissonance - This itself isn't a sign of BPD, but is a side effect of multiple symptoms of BPD like impulsivity, fear of abandonment, and splitting behavior. In episode 7, he beats himself up for having bullied The Music Club before. And yet when Hailey asks why Jake's still friends with them despite them being assholes, he doesn't hold them to the same standards as himself. He beats himself up for things he tries to excuse when it's Drew and his gang.

What about the root cause?

BPD is caused by a variety of factors, including genetics and environment... but especially childhood trauma. Did you know people who grow up with undiagnosed autism are significantly more likely to develop Borderline Personality Disorder? Yeah. (I personally headcanon Jake as autistic.) But of course, that's just a headcanon. What isn't a headcannon- he was bullied his entire childhood. It's severely affected him, and I believe that this is what caused him to develop BPD. Persistent bullying can cause someone to experience a distorted self-image, and internalized feelings of worthlessness can contribute to BPD. Being rejected by peers can create a fear of rejection and abandonment, and bullying often disrupts someone's ability to form healthy relationships, and repeated mistreatment can make it difficult to trust others. And growing up in an invalidating environment can prevent them from being able to develop healthy coping mechanisms.

And in autism? Constantly being forced to mask for survival makes it extremely difficult for someone to figure out who they really are- leading to the identity disturbances common in BPD.

Conclusion!!!

While I'm not a professional in psychology, I think I've informed myself enough about BPD to at least make an assumption. And I know my friends are tired about me constantly trying to yap to them about this, LOL.

How do you feel about this headcanon? If you have BPD yourself, do you see yourself in Jake? PLEASE GOD COMMENT UNDER THIS I NEED MORE PEOPLE TO YAP TO ABOUT THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I'LL EXPLODE

thank you for reading allat!!!!!!!

TLDR: jake has severe fear of abandonment, impulsivity, black and white thinking, and lack of self-esteem that leads me to believe he may have BPD!!!

[girlwtdragontattoo]

Yandere Bard x Reader - Say you're mine

Universe: Baldur's Gate 3 or DnD

Follow up to the introduction of Elphael and his nightly fantasies, this is my yandere OC.

Summary: your childhood, musical friend is madly in love with you, fantasizing about you in secret and planning to make you his. He has written a song about you and thinks your compliments mean more than you intend.

Warning: 18+ content, general nsfw, toxic, obsessive behavior, self deprication

The song in this fic is below, they're an awesome band:

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He felt nervous. Rereading his lyrics, he was sure nothing directly referenced you. But what if you suspected him? Maybe you noticed his lingering eyes. Or the way his breath quickened when your thigh briefly touched his. He was always so obvious, damn it! And yet, you still stayed with him. That had to mean something…?

You looked over the new notes Elphael had provided for you. Your eyes flew over the lyrics and a small smile grew upon your visage.

Oh, Elph is really into someone! you thought. This idea excited you. He never acted particularly concerned with love. The topic always made him fidget, wanting to move on from it fast. It was nice to see that he was open to it now. You had tried to introduce him to people, you thought he’d like previously, but he never really showed any interest. You had decided to let the idea rest, it was his decision after all. But now, wow! The raw emotion in the words, this had to be something!

Elphael watched you from afar, his face engulfed in heat. You would figure it out. You surely would.

You started tuning your guitar, practicing your parts quietly. The curtains muffled the patron’s loud conversation in the bar behind it.

The drow let out a jittery sigh. You didn’t seem that bothered by the words, which calmed him slightly. He wasn’t ready to tell you, although his entire being ached to do so for an age. He instructed the other band mates on tempo changes and note enhancement to keep himself occupied. He dared not get too close to you, in fear of losing it.

It was time. The announcement had sound.

The curtains were raised. Elphael bowed to the patrons and the whole room blurred. He felt you close, which simultaneously calmed and terrified him. Taking a deep breath, he nodded and the band erupted in song.

He could hear faint squealing from some of the loyal fans at the front of the stage. They usually forced flowers or stupid notes into his hands, asking him on dates or leaving locations on where to meet them after the show. He never really cared for their flattery. You were all he thought about. And you hadn’t asked to meet him under a dank light after the performance. If you had...

The drow stood at the front, with you strumming wildly to the song he secretly dedicated to you. He opened his mouth and took another deep breath, starting to sing the words he longed to scream into your face:

Say you're mine, don't leave me hanging by myself

The band echoed in the background with the words: you make me lose my mind

Can't think of anybody else because every time you come around

Oh darling, all I want is you

Say you're mine, we'll get it right, get it right

(You make me lose my mind)

Got me going crazy every time

I've never played with fire

But I guess it's something about you-ooh

The band played the interlude, the swelling of the music made his skin shiver.

Lately, I've been tryna find a way out of my shell

Reconcile my own emotions by myself

Stay alone and claim it's for my mental health

The band let out an excited note in unison. He heard you join in the harmony.

(Say you're mine)

He knew you were just singing with him. But hearing those words from you sent chills down his scarred spine.

Don't leave me hanging by myself (you make me lose my mind)

Can't think of anybody else because every time you come around

All I want is you-ooh

Say you're mine! Got me going crazy every time I've never played with fire, but I guess there's nothing I can do

The crowd errupted in applause once the song had ended. The fans at the front screeched when Elphael’s eyes flew over them, thinking he noticed them. In reality, he was trying to stop himself from looking back at you, gazing anywhere else, fearful of you having caught on. You swung your arm around his shoulder and bellowed cheers into his ear. You were happy for the grand execution of the song, but also that he showed such vulnerability.

You thought the growing indigo blush on his face was due to the excessive squealing from the patrons.

The applause faded as you and Elphael made your way to the bar, adrenaline still coursing through your veins from the performance. You ordered your usual drinks - a honeyed mead for yourself and dark ale for him. As you settled onto the worn wooden stools, you couldn't contain your excitement any longer.

"Elph, that song was amazing! I had no idea you could write like that," you gushed, eyes shining with pride for your friend. "It was so... raw and passionate. You must really be into someone."

Elphael's grip on his tankard tightened imperceptibly. He forced a casual shrug, taking a long swig of ale to buy himself time. "It's just a song," he mumbled, not meeting your gaze.

What if you could read him now?

But you weren't about to let it go so easily. "Come on, you can tell me! Who is it??? Is it someone I know?” You pushed your elbow into him, teasing. Elphael’s stomach dropped at your touch and couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. He was a bit ticklish; you knew this.

“It’s a secret…”, he uttered sheepishly. You sat so close to him, your leg was practically on his. He didn’t dare look anywhere, but straight ahead, since his face was already an unusual shade of blue.

You turned towards him and took another big gulp of your drink. Your eyes squinted as you thought long and hard about who it could be. Elphael talked to the kitchen staff a lot. Could it be one of them? Or was it someone outside the inn?

“Come on…”, you purred, leaning closer to him. Elphael’s eyes turned to you. If he moved his head, your lips would touch. Should he do it and pretend it was an accident?

He pondered this too long, you had already moved your face away to make room to swing your arm around him again.

“You can tell your old bud!”, you beamed at him.

Elphael chuckled, mostly to mask his annoyance at the word “bud”.

His mind raced, searching for a way out of this predicament. He couldn't tell you the truth, but he didn't want to lie outright either. His gaze darted around the tavern, desperately seeking inspiration.

"Alright, alright," he conceded with a sigh, his gravelly voice barely audible over the din of the bar. "There is... someone."

Your eyes lit up with excitement, and Elphael felt a pang in his chest. They sparkled like starlight, partly why he was so enthralled by you. You were waiting for him to continue and the drow shook his head slightly to concentrate.

"I met them a while ago, during one of our…shows," he began, weaving truth and fiction together. "They have this... presence about them. It's hard to describe. When they walk into a room, it's like everything else fades away."

Elphael paused, taking another swig of ale to steady himself.

“When I hear their voice, it makes me go crazy. I could never tire of it. And they are…”, he looked at you briefly, studying your features in seconds, “absolutely stunning. In every way."

You were clapping your hands in excitement, delighted at this information. You had always wished Elphael would find someone, because you truly felt he deserved all the love in the world.

“That’s amazing, Elph!”

The drow felt another sweet twinge at the sound of his nickname. He adored it.

“Well, have you told them? Are you going to tell them? Are they here?!?!” You turned around and looked frantically from one end of the bar to the other, trying to spot the person Elphael could be describing.

You were so cute. But he wanted you to look at him.

He put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you to face the bar again.

“Stop staring at strangers…”, he laughed, but there was a distinct assertiveness in his voice. Your attention belonged to him.

You turned back to face Elphael, your eyes blinking at his sudden change in tone. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," you said softly. "I'm just so excited for you! Have you told them how you feel?"

Elphael's grip on his pint tightened, his knuckles turning a paler shade of lavender. He stared into the dark depths of his ale, as if seeking answers in its murky surface. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, rough with emotion.

"I... I can't. I don't deserve them. They're too good, too pure. And I'm..." he trailed off, his free hand clenching into a fist on the bar top.

You leaned in closer, your brow furrowed with worry. "You're what, Elph?"

He could smell the perfume you wore. It drove him insane. You always smelled so fucking good. He paused to breathe it in more.

You tilted your head slightly.

“...A piece of shit! Obviously! I’m disgusting. The things I’ve done, thought about…Gods I can’t even utter what I imagine sometimes. No one wants someon- something like me. An ugly, poor drow that whores himself out for money. Debased and damaged." He pointed sharply at the deep scar on his face.

"They could never want me. They are…”, he didn’t want to look at you, but your radiance pulled his grey eyes towards you, “just so damn perfect…”

Your eyes widened in shock at Elphael's harsh words. You grabbed his arm, forcing him to face you.

"Elph, what in the hells! When will you stop saying such terrible things about yourself?"

He stared at you and his forlorn eyes always made you feel an immense amount of sympathy. There was such a vast glimmer of loss within them, something was constantly eating at him.  

You turned on your stool to face him fully, your knees brushing against his thigh.

"Listen to me," you said firmly, your voice low and intense. "You are not disgusting. You are not ugly. You are one of the most beautiful people I know, inside and out."

Your fingers traced the constellations tattooed on his arm, making him tense up.

"Just look at you. These paintings tell a story of survival, beauty and strength. Showing how much you've overcome." You cupped his face gently, thumb brushing over the scar that marred his cheek. "And this? This just makes you look dashing and mysterious."

Elphael's breath caught in his throat at the intimacy of your touch, his skin tingling where your fingers drifted over his face. He screamed internally, resisting the urge to pull you into a deep, hungry caress. To throw you onto the bar top and hover over you, pressing himself between your legs: the thought made his body vibrate.

“You're one of the most handsome people I know, honestly! Do you not see how many people throw themselves at you?"

You pointed at the group of fans, huddling together, staring in anguish at the back of the drow’s head. He kept his gaze on you.

Your hands fell from his face and you gripped the drow’s hand that was clawing the side of the bar intensely.

"Your music touches people's souls," you insisted, your voice yanking him back to the present. "The way you play, it's like... it's like you're weaving magic with every note. And your voice? Gods, Elph, when you sing, it's like the whole world stops to listen."

You squeezed his hand, your eyes boring into his.

"And you're so kind and gentle. That person is so damn lucky to have you care for them. I love the way you comfort me… it always lifts me up!”

Your face was so close to his.

Elphael's heart thundered in his chest, your words echoing in his mind. The tavern around you seemed to fade away, leaving only you - your earnest eyes, your soft hands still clasping his, the intoxicating scent of mead on your breath. He wanted to believe your words, to let them sink into his very being and wash away years of self-loathing. But more than that, he wanted to crush his lips against yours, to taste the sweetness of your mouth and feel the warmth of your body pressed against his.

His gaze flickered to your lips. What if...what if your words meant more than friendship? The possibility sent a jolt of electricity through his body. Maybe, just maybe, you felt the pull between you too. Maybe you'd been waiting for him to make a move all this time.

He felt his body move without command.

Elphael leaned in slowly, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure you must hear it. The din of the tavern faded to a dull roar as his focus narrowed to your lips, slightly parted and glistening from your drink. He could feel the warmth of your breath mingling with his own. This was it - the moment he had dreamed of for so long.

His eyes fluttered as he closed the final distance between you. He imagined how soft your lips would feel against his, how you would taste of honey and mead. His hand moved up to cup your cheek, fingers trembling slightly as it traveled upwards.

Just as he was about to make contact, a thunderous crash rang out from across the tavern. Your head whipped around instinctively towards the source of the noise, leaving Elphael's lips to barely brush against your cheek. The movement startled him and he twitched upright, swallowing hard at the shock of how close he had just been.

You were still looking over at the tumult, some people were fighting loudly. You turned to him briefly and smiled, completely unaware what almost just happened. You thought he had just been swaying weirdly from the alcohol. You leaned over the back of your stool and watched as the barmen pulled a group of ruffians away from the other roudy troop. Evidently, there had been some kind of disagreement while gambling.

You sighed and shook your head at the idiocy.

“See, Elph. This is the level of morons that exist in this world. You are much better than any of them combined. Don’t beat yourself up like that.” You patted his shoulder with gusto. The sudden friendly body language made Elphael’s world spin, when you were just so intimately intertwined.

So close.

But this meant something. You wanted him, too. Surely.

The night went on with you joining the other band members to drink a few rounds. Elphael stayed at the bar, replaying the scene in his head over and over again.

Maybe if he told you the truth,…or tried again?

What would your reaction be?

[much-vexed-glowy-mimic]

I got directed towards Music Meister and now he lives rent free in my head. Ludicrously overpowered, but that just means he's Gotham's newest and greatest nightmare.

Some headcanons for my verse:

-Number: 1.

-Chaos. He shows up 5 months after Riddler's brutal beating by Green Arrow and is the Chaos to Riddler's Order. Gotham ->Batman ->Joker ->Riddler ->Meister.

-Has no "real" name.

-20-ish, making him one of the younger rogues.

-Bothers Joker the way Joker bothers Lex. Joker considers him to be an anklebiter.

-Colors: Purples, greens and bright red.

-Just exuberantly happy man. Happiest man in Gotham. As happy as Gotham is dark.

-On the flip side, he's childish, petty, vicious and absurd.

-The JLA is terrified of him.

-Communicates mostly in song. He can talk, he just does it so rarely people assume he can't. -Generates music when he opens his mouth and constantly hums. This isn't something he can stop doing. He's constantly making some kind of noise. Can level entire areas if he's loud enough. (Rarely does this as it doesn't sound like music and starts hurting him.)

-Cannot stand still.

-Gagging him hurts him.

-Restaining him is basically torture.

-Green eyes/red hair. Gets confused for Riddler, even by Batman.

(They fell into a fountain, they're going to the Mayor.)

-People thought Riddler had drastically rebranded after Green Arrow's attack.

-Giant red shades.

-Can play any music he's heard.

-Make him mad or frustrated enough and he starts sounding like an orchestra mid breakdown. - *Angry orchestra noises*

-Doesn't care about people’s personal space. He will drape himself over anybody, he'll force people to dance with him. Has zero regard for people. (Basing that on the lyrics he sings in 'Mayhem of the Music Meister!')

-Really hates having his voice completely blocked. He considers it rude.

-Batman never gags him. Gagging him causes him extreme pain and makes him extremely mad and less likely to be cooperative the next time they meet. 

-His start outfit falls into Joker's purples-greens range, but his current outfit looks like he raided Riddler's wardrobe.

- "8D Full volume! 8D"

- "Crazy Frog. 6 hours, FULL FUCKING VOLUME!"

-Enjoys roaming around Gotham and singing, sending people scrambling. Classified as a tornado and even has a radio program dedicated to tracking him when he’s in storm-mode.

-Has his own music channel. Don't listen to it, he WILL order you to go steal for him.

-Meister: I was once proud to say I wan't deeply obsessed with Batman. Joker: What happened? Meister: He slammed me ass first into the hood of car and told me to be quiet. Joker: Ahahaha, the would do it.

-Motives for crime: Money, control, fun and attention. Sheer power display.

-Nightmare difficulty when it comes to handling him. He enjoys pushing and testing boundaries, teasing. Will just emit extremely high tones at random which can knock people out cold. He's also figured out what kind of music Batman hates. The only plus is he doesn't try to randomly stab Batman.

-Hypnosis: You're aware he's controlling you. Because he thinks this is funny.

-He really hates the Green Arrow family.

-Batman is the only hero he'll listen to. He just barely tolerates the rest of the Batfamily.

(In the back of the Batcar)

-He calls Penguin 'grandpa'.

-Really wants to sing with the Mayor.

-Is a somehow a fully licensed therapist. Batman assumes it's the Mayor's doing.

Refs pin!

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

What kind of drunk would the villagers of SDV be? 👀

Heh, it was so funny to write the answer to this ask right after my own hangover. Quite the experience, I would say 😅

I hope, anon, you don't mind if I don't write about Evelyn and George and the kids on this ask, because trying to imagine them drunk... is an unpleasant thought for me. But I will describe all the others (if I do not forget about someone). Thanks for your ask! ❤️

Drunk SDV villagers (except Evelyn, George and kids):

Oh what music! After 3 or 4 glasses of sambuca, Emily feels much more energetic (even more than usual) and simply has to find a potential victim partner to dance until they both fall to exhaustion. In the morning, however, she does not remember anything.

In general, Sebastian despises the taste of alcohol, but somehow he decided to try something like Amaretto coffee or Irish coffee (basically coffee with liqueur or whiskey). Yuck, Sebby didn't appreciate it. The taste of alcohol is terrible and now he feels sleepy and weak. And he can't ride his motorcycle in that condition. It sucks, now he's a mischievous and sleepy drunk.

Jodi is always busy cleaning the house and cooking, so she has almost no time to relax. But if she does get a chance to have a glass of wine with Caroline and Marnie, then she will be more cheerful and a little more chatty, nothing hardcore.

Preferring more green tea and coffee, Caroline, however, also agrees to hang out with friends with the bottle of something strong. Being slightly drunk from a couple of glasses of wine, Caroline will chuckle at her friends' every joke, and may even decide to order a stronger drink. True, all the energy leaves quickly and she immediately becomes drowsy drunk.

Cheerful and energetic, Abigail is ready to conquer mountains after a few strong cocktails. A drunk girl teeters on the edge of "noisy party soul" and "I'm ready to get into any fight for my homies." Luckily, she's not drunk enough to stubbornly go into the mines with a sword in her condition.

Marnie, having drunk about 5 glasses of wine, becomes flirty drunk. And Lewis's slightly angry comments about the fact that she can work on their secret relationship does not bother her at all. It's been a long time since she felt so cheerful and carefree, just like when she was young, ah...

Lewis, meanwhile, teeters somewhere between "paranoid drunk" and "sleazy drunk." At his age, it's not very useful to drink so much alcohol, and now to keep an eye on Marnie, who, as he thinks, will now blather everything about the two of them to everyone. Damn it, you can rest calmly without worries, you old fart.

Let's race, who's faster? Or let's fight on the hands? Alex wants the competition to prove that even though he's a little tipsy, he's still the best. Although the next day he will be ashamed if during the fun he broke some dishes or chair, and apologize to everyone.

Shane canonically is a depressed drunk. He sits in a corner of the Saloon and drinks mostly alone. Please don't touch him, otherwise he will transform from a depressed drunk into an angry drunk. And you definitely don't want to see Shane drunk AND angry.

If the Saloon has karaoke, then Elliott will be always there after drinking mugs of strong ale or wine. Apart from his loud singing, he becomes reckless enough to spontaneously do anything. Gus or the others often help Elliott get home before the failed singer (sorry Elliott, but you write so much better than you sing) hurts himself or others. The poor guy would later lock himself up in his cabin for a couple of days when he found out about his drunken adventures.

After an extra drink, Sam suddenly becomes overly affectionate and touchy-feely. In a state of intoxication, it seems to him that he did not hug someone enough, or that he was not hugged enough. Hug him please, he's like a little puppy.

Linus doesn't drink alcohol, but sometimes in the harvest seasons in the forest he often comes across fermented fruits and berries. Linus almost always processes them carefully before eating so that he doesn't get more intoxicated during dinner, but sometimes he can occasionally eat some raw fermented grapes before bed. He perfectly understands which fruits are more fermented or less. But he treats this without fanaticism, because the main goal is to eat, not get drunk.

"What if? No, it's impossible. But what if I use that formula, and... Nah, it still won't work. But what if I... No no no. Or maybe yes? Or maybe..." The constant ebb and flow of ideas for new inventions is a typical behavior for Maru when she has a drink that is quite strong for her. This will continue until she falls asleep. It is good that her brother is nearby and help her.

Ah, for old Willy there's nothing better than a bottle of mead after a hard day of fishing. So to speak, to celebrate a successful catch. He most often drinks alone, even when in the Saloon, but can occasionally tell his fishing stories to Marlon, Gil, or Clint with a few drinks. And no matter how much he drinks, he will remain the same. Honestly, as if in the mug not alcohol, but just water!

Penny will never touch a drink, but there was a case when she accidentally drank Sam's cocktail, confusing it with her glass of juice. She immediately became sloppy drunk, embarrassed by her condition and making haste to get home. Penny doesn't understand how her mother can enjoy such a state.

Oh, the doctor knows that in small doses, wine can even be beneficial to the body. But when, by coincidence, Harvey has to drink more than his body can handle, then this is a complete blackout. He doesn't remember anything and prays that he did not do anything obscene.

Pam is an aggressive drunk. This is even more noticeable when her order for another beer is delayed by more than five minutes. Mostly this is a verbal skirmish, Pam will not show physical aggression (unless it concerns her daughter. For her sake, she will grab anyone by the throat, and she does not need alcohol for this).

Usually Wizard is always strict about alcohol, but there are times when you just want to get drunk. Given that he always drinks alone, he is most often sad drunk, remembering the old days when he and his ex were still together. If anyone (Farmer) wants to console him, then let them mentally prepare for an hour-long story about his ex-wife, youth, and that "the grass used to be greener."

Marlon will also remember the old days with a glass of whiskey along with Gil, but unlike the same Wizard, Marlon's stories are more filled with fun and excitement. Usually he is strict and silent, but when a little drunk, he opens up a little more, with his comrade remembering their adventures when the young guys just embarked on the path of an adventurer. These old people deserve some rest and fun.

Pierre considers a couple of strong cocktails a well-deserved reward after a hard week at work. The alcohol in his blood makes him more talkative, but now his tongue is tangled up so that you no longer understand whether Pierre asked to repeat the order, or somehow insulted you.

The last cocktail was obviously superfluous, but Haley didn't care. She wants to have fun, and why is the music so quiet, and let's all dance, and she already changed her mind don't touch her, and anyway where is her other cocktail? Cheerful, energetic, but at the same time more capricious - this is how it goes.

Kent has been very wary of drinking since he returned to Stardew Valley. After all he's been through, it's very easy to drown at the bottom of the bottle, and he doesn't want to get to that point. He still has his family. So he asks Gus, Marlon or Willy to stop him if he gets depressed drunk after a mug of beer or two.

Ah, the tango began to play in the music machine! Robin will not miss the opportunity to dance with her husband to passionate music. She usually asks her husband, but after a few sips of ale, Robin pulled Demetrius off the table and onto the dance floor with almost one tug.

The same Demetrius, after drinking, was very sleepy, but the whole life flashed before the eyes of the poor scientist, when his dearest wife grabbed his hand and he heard the words "tango". Demetrius loves Robin and will not refuse her a dance, but still, a strong drink affected the scientist's vestibular apparatus, and he dances no better than a rag doll. But it looks funny Maru and Sebastian will definitely film this on camera as compromising evidence for the future.

Clint has a fairly high tolerance for alcohol, so he probably drinks almost every day. Even in the cinema, he manages to smuggle alcohol under the guise of Joja Cola. So you can call him secret drunk: no matter how much he drinks, he does not look drunk. Just like Willy.

[gatitties]

Can I request for a strawhat x Muslim female reader? Specifically Shia :)if you don’t know what it’s do some research! IT’s currently 4am idek what am I doing :,)

Have a nice day/night/afternoon! :D

─Strawhats x muslim!fem!reader

─Summary: some headcanons of the strawhats with you being a muslim, nothing more, nothing less

─Warnings: none

Oh, it's fine! I'm sorry if this was too general or if there are stereotypes, despite my search I still don't know much about the culture, I'm sorry for that 😓, if there's anything I need to correct or change, let me know!

─ Luffy probably doesn't fully understand your traditions, since this boy doesn't believe in anything other than giant flying spaghetti as his only god and only because it's food, but he has no problems, you're super cool, whether it's because of your powers, strength or personality! It's the only thing you need.

─ The rest simply don't care about your beliefs, if they are different or the same as theirs, it's fine for them, it's no problem.

─ Robin is surely the most interested in your traditions, holidays… she always listens to you so interested in the history of your religion that she makes you spend entire nights sharing curiosities and stories.

─ Nami will hit Zoro and Sanji because when they fight they are very loud and they usually do it at the least opportune moment, that is, when you want to do your prayers.

─ Sanji bought a book especially about typical food from your area so that you could taste the dishes that you liked the most, he will ask you for help to know if he is doing it right or if the flavor is right.

─ Zoro will probably ask you to teach him bad words in your language so he can cause some chaos when he gets lost on some random island.

─ On the other hand, Ussopp will ask you to teach him some of your native language just out of curiosity, plus this way you could have a method of communicating without others knowing what you are up to, although Robin will surely understand it since she asked you before.

─ Nami loves your hijab and she will leave you some money (interest-free) to buy more in different colors so you can change your style, she will also try to create different 'hairstyles' with the fabric.

─ Although it's usually Franky who changes your hairstyle, since he is used to doing it with his hair, it's an easy job for him, master any style you want, just tell him what you want and you will have a nice hairstyle made of soft fabric in question of minutes.

─ Chopper is more attentive to you during Ramadan because he thinks that you will faint from not eating anything during the day, poor Chopper does not know that you are completely used to it and it is something normal for you.

─ Long time without listening to typical melodies or songs from your house? No problem, sing or hum a couple of notes and Brook will be playing that same music for you, it'll just cost you a punch after he asks about your underwear, nothing out of the ordinary with this guy…

─ It may not be exactly the same as praying, but Jinbe will invite you to meditate with him, usually you do it after you finish your midday prayer to let your thoughts flow.

─ They try not to bother you during Āshūrā since according to what you told Robin about your history, for your people it was a day of mourning, a day to commemorate a painful death, so everything remained much calmer during that day.

─ If someone looks at you badly, whether because of your appearance or your beliefs, they will make others respect you by throwing punches if necessary.

[shiraishi--kanade]

I feel like the project sekai fandom should talk more about Mizuki initial 3-star side story more. More specifically, part one. 👀

Especially the An Shiraishi fandom 💫

Like. The fact that An was singing ALONE on the rooftop when Mizuki found her.

Someone gotta do an analysis about that interaction, someone who’s way better at analyzing than me. 👀

Anon I appreciate you saying that and the asks themselves but as much as I would really love to slap some deeper meaning onto that interaction and especially An being on the rooftop I think that's... Just because she didn't want to bother anyone lmao. My girl's singing is loud when she wants it to be. Rooftop kind of seems like a good place to practice unless she's in the mood to find an empty classroom, but it's also probably not visited by teachers much so it's pretty much a no-brainer.

The interaction itself is pretty interesting though, especially as it probably (probably. Proseka timeline is a hot, hot mess) takes place before Vivids teamed up, or at least teamed up for good, and definitely before VBS as a team came to be, which is probably why she's alone. It's surface-level, but it shows that:

1) Mizuki and An are still only getting closer as friends, because they so happen to only now find out they share a very crucial interest, or perhaps Mizuki only now started to trust An enough to tell her about it (they've been part of N25 for at least some months and this point and... It could have not come up at this point, still, but why wouldn't it? Alternatively, how did An's singing not come up to this point either? She's much less secretive about those things. Early pjsk funkiness again?)

2) They both can immediately tell the other is serious about their music and love it, even by subtle hints, so it's just like... Really sweet in general. As well as the fact that they managed to become friends without even mentioning music in the first place.

An interesting detail is that An doesn't mention Rad Weekend by name, just as "a dream", which is not what she usually does. I wish I could find an explanation for it but I think it's just early Proseka exploring the possibilities and laying out the foundation for the units, so unfortunately them just not wanting to throw everything at the readers at once is a more probable reason than anything I can come up with.

3) Together with her being on the rooftop and apparently not mentioning RW to Mizuki before it can be used to highlight An's Middle School "I can't find a partner no matter how hard I try" loneliness, but at that point rooftop hasn't really been established as a Place of Middle School Blues by the cast (Rui, Mizuki and Shiho most prominently), so is it intentional? Hard to say. Cool detail in retrospective though.

That being said it's a nice side story overall, though I'm sad these singing lessons didn't really... Become a thing for those two like for Nene and Ichika. I think that arc would have a lot of potential, honestly.

Huh. Maybe someone should write it. Perhaps. Wink.

[anexistingexistence]

First We Had Sam, And Now The Second Boy From My Top Three Is Getting Headcanons! I Present To You: Guy "definitely has a last name that isn't Montag" The Pizza Guy!

-Doesn't even like pizza all that much (the job making him smell it so often probably ruined his appetite a bit).

-He doesn't have a closet. Instead, he has his clothes sorted in different baskets because he can't be bothered to not just drop his folded laundry into a box once he's done folding it.

^But Honey has a closet and occasionally hangs Guy's important clothes into it alongside their stuff so it doesn't get as many wrinkles ("important clothes" as in work uniform and dress shirts and such).

-He has an entire drawer in the bathroom dedicated to nail polish.

^He's not allowed to wear it when Max's has him in the kitchen for hygiene reasons, but at any other time of the day, he has his nails done in some color he likes. He also has gotten a lot of compliments for them while out on delivery.

-Guy is a pretty good singer and he oftentimes sings Honey to sleep when they're too stressed out to fall asleep on their own.

-He knows how to play the bass guitar. He doesn't have one anymore because once he outgrew the one he had in high school, he never bought a new one, but if you handed him a bass, he definitely could play you some song he memorized some years ago.

-Guy can sleep in literally any position. He could fall asleep on the couch with his head hanging over the armrest and his mouth wide open and he'll wake up the next morning perfectly fine.

^That being said, he snores when he does that. Whenever he isn't sleeping in a position that is at least somewhat normal, he will start snoring. And yes, the loudness depends on how messed up his positioning is.

[Little music-themed extra: This playlist reminded me of Guy and Honey sitting on their old apartment's balcony and complaining about their old roommate as well as just general life things while drinking some weird tea/juice mix Honey came up with ^^]

[dragonjesterwrites]

May I have some marriage headcanons with either Glam Chica and Roxanne and Mimi please?

Glamrock Chica and Roxanne Wolf marriage headcanons

Absolutely! Gonna do just the Glamrocks for now, I'll probably do Mimi in just a short bit 👌

Also lil sidenote, we're rounding out the Security Breach animatronic crew, only need Freddy and DJ now! (Here's the link to Monty and Bonnie + Sun and Moon marriage headcanons)

✨️🐔

Chica's been dreaming of her wedding ever since her first few months of activation- she was first introduced to the concept when two of the P&S techs got married, and they happily explained it to her during one of her initial weekly checkups

She keeps a scrapbook full of pictures she's cut and pasted together over the years; dress concepts, decor ideas, buffet spreads, etc. Once a week, she would sneak into the Daycare after hours, and Sun and Moon would help her with it, excitedly bouncing ideas off of each other and using as many craft supplies as they can get away with. She usually leaves with a few new pages full of colorful concepts.

Once one of you proposes, they surprise her with a handcrafted dress, her favorite one, looking like they pulled it straight out of the scrapbook. It's gorgeous, with embroidered vining flowers and streaks of vivid colors running up from the bottom.

The wedding itself is held on Music Man's dance floor, and they sneak in (with the DJ's permission) a full banquet table, laden with food for you, Chica, and any trusted human guests. The ceremony is held on the stage, with Music Man showering you both with flower petals after you kiss.

The reception is held on the dance floor, and everyone dances/sings karaoke into the night. Chica sings you a rock ballad she wrote herself, it's very romantic and very sweet (and absolutely bangin)

🐺🎸

Roxy's the complete opposite of Chica, she's never been bothered about weddings, but hey, if it's something you really want, then she'll help work something out- she's already the best at racing and keytar, how hard could planning a wedding be?

Anyway, after several fits of frustrated yelling and stomping about (why is finding good decor so hard in an entertainment center??) she enlists Moon's, Chica's, and Freddy's help. Moon, with his high security clearance, helps retrieve hard to find things such as rings and a copy of an officiant's script, Chica does much of the decorating and bakes the cake, and Freddy provides emotional support.

The engagement ring she picks out to propose to you with is one of the biggest/most colorful/unique ones, whichever sort she thinks you'd like best. Only the best for her boo 😤

Chica, Freddy, and Moon spend a lot of nights coaching her through her own proposal speech. She keeps getting nervous and going off script, and then they have to stop her from eating the script out of frustration.

Roxy's not a fan of formal clothing, or clothing in general for that matter, finding it claustrophobic and unnecessary. However, the thought of you in a dress/tux does make her circuits warm, and she wants to look good for you, too- so she gets Sun and Moon to make her a nice tux jacket and bowtie, and Chica combs her hair and tail for her so she looks just as perfect as you.

It takes a lot of time for her to decide on a venue: Daycare, too childish, the DJ's dance floor, too loud, Monty Golf, no way in hell- in the end, she personally clears out the excessive cones and barriers from Roxy Raceway, throws colored sheets over the tall barriers, and hangs a massive disco ball Moon borrowed from storage over the large area she pushes together. She rolls out some red carpet between the entrance, and strings lights over all the walls and dangling down through the gaps in the sheets she tied around the disco ball's cable- ending up with a massive tent, string lights illuminating the pastel colors of the sheets and making everything glow softly. She tries not to boast about it too much in the weeks after your wedding.

[parkitaco]

hi!! i just wanted to say i love your fics and i love you so so much for writing them and i hope you’re having the best day ever if it isn’t too much of a bother can i ask for 19, 22, (taylor swift reference fr) 27 and 55 for the touch prompts?? i’m sorry 😭😭 that’s so many but thank you!! have the best day ever!!

thank you so so much <33 ficlet below the cut :-))

Will has long been adamant that school dances are pointless and boring, and prom is no exception, but he has to admit, this one is maybe slightly less so.

This fact is mostly to do with the fact that he’s here with Mike Wheeler, aka the cheesiest, sappiest person on the planet, who also happens to be Will’s boyfriend, and that’s- that in and of itself is probably enough to turn any typically-shitty experience into something magical. 

They can’t dance together, of course, not in the way Will wants to, because this is Hawkins and two boys dancing together is basically a death sentence, but he can lean into Mike’s side, and he can shoot him small, secret smiles when their friends aren’t looking, and it’s not a lot, okay, but it’s more than he’s ever had before so he’s willing to take it.

They argue mindlessly with the Party about something, and when the two of them ultimately win out over Dustin and Lucas, Mike holds his hand up for a high five that lingers a beat longer than strictly necessary. If they were alone, Will thinks, locking eyes with Mike and shooting him a small smile, he’d lace their fingers together, maybe tug Mike in for a kiss, tuck his face away against Mike’s shoulder. But they’re in public, and it’s prom night and their friends aren’t even supposed to know about them, so he settles for the glancing contact of Mike’s palm against his, and everything is okay.

They dance to bright, poppy music together, arms brushing as they jump around with their friends, and Mike sings along in a loud, obnoxious voice, and Will rolls his eyes at him, and it’s okay.

They chat with classmates side-by-side, arms bumping, and Will wants to wrap his arm around Mike’s waist, but he can’t, so he presses his elbow against Mike’s instead, and Mike presses back, and it’s okay.

Then a slow song comes on, and Lucas and Max pair off, and El and Dustin arrange some sort of platonic dancing deal, and suddenly it’s not okay. There are couples everywhere, boys in stuffy suits and girls in flowing dresses, and they’re dancing, and Will doesn’t care about prom, he really, truly doesn’t, but there’s a lump in his throat anyway, and he mumbles an excuse about needing air before fleeing the scene.

Will slips outside quietly, the cool night air welcome against his reddened cheeks, and takes a deep breath as he leans against the outer wall of the school. It’s been months of this, the secrecy and the stolen glances and the sweet moments behind closed doors, and some part of Will almost doesn’t mind it. He likes having Mike all to himself, likes having such a wonderful secret to share with him, but there’s a big difference between having a secret for the sake of having one versus having a secret because you don’t have any other choice.

And Will’s lucky, he knows - his family knows the general idea of the thing, even if maybe not so much the Mike aspect of things, and they support him. Will knows that, eventually, when he and Mike tell their friends the truth, they’ll be supportive too. He just- he gets tired sometimes, of having to question that support in the first place.

“Hey.”

Will jumps, leaning away from the wall as Mike appears in front of him, hands tucked into his suit pockets and smiling sympathetically at him.

Will huffs out a breath, managing a small smile back, and Mike steps closer, in the safe darkness of the outdoors. “Hi,” Will murmurs, as Mike reaches out and links his pinky finger through Will’s, just lightly enough that he could play it off if someone walked out here right now. 

“You okay?” Mike asks, because he is sweet and kind and perfect and Will- Will wants to shout his love for him from the rooftops, in all honesty. It kills him a little that he can’t. 

He takes a shaky breath. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he gets out, and feels it when Mike’s eyes narrow at him, seeing through him like always, “I- sorry, I’m being stupid.”

Mike presses his lips together, glancing back at the gym doors, unmoving and solid, and all at once he’s lacing his fingers through Will’s properly and pulling him close, public environment be damned as Will’s chest bumps against his lightly. “You’re not stupid,” Mike says, with a quiet sort of conviction that leaves no room for argument, “This sucks.”

Will huffs a laugh, pushing aside and anxieties about being spotted as he lifts a tentative hand to Mike’s neck. “Yeah, it kind of does. I mean, I don’t even care about prom but it’s-”

“The principle of it,” Mike agrees with a grimace, free arm wrapping around Will’s waist, “I know.”

Will hums in agreement, and he tilts forward to rest his forehead against Mike’s shoulder, pushing down the lump in his throat and focusing instead on the sweet scent of Mike’s cologne, the gentle sway of him in Will’s arms as they move just slightly to the music drifting from under the gym doors, not dancing and not not dancing but something in between. Boys like them always have to exist in neutrality, Will thinks bitterly, before deciding it’s not a productive thought and pushing it away. 

Mike releases a quiet breath, hand pressed firmly against Will’s side. “One day,” he says softly, lips brushing the top of Will’s hair, voice soothing every last one of Will’s nerves, “We’re going to leave Hawkins, and we’re going to go to some big city that has way bigger things to worry about than whether two boys are dancing together, and we’re going to be- free, okay? Three more months of this shit and then we get to be done with high school forever, and I know that it doesn’t make up for the bad stuff right now but- one day we’re going to go to some event, and we’re going to wear suits that aren’t hand-me-downs from family members and we’re going to dance together and- and the world is going to be better, so. We just have to make it a little longer.”

Will takes a shaky breath, face pressed firmly against Mike’s shirt, and a few stray tears escape into the fabric as he nods, clinging to Mike’s hand like a lifeline. “Yeah,” he whispers into Mike’s chest, and he’s not going to cry for real, he’s not, but- it just sounds nice, is all. Being free. “Yeah, we’re- we’re gonna be okay.”

“Of course we are,” Mike murmurs, a smile in his voice. “We’ve survived way worse, right?”

“Right,” Will laughs, lifting his face from Mike’s shoulder, and Mike smiles sweetly at him as he lifts their joined hands to his lips, kissing Will’s knuckles as his thumb traces gentle circles over the lines of Will’s palm, and it’s-

-not enough, Will decides, and just for tonight he’s reckless, pulling Mike in by the front of his jacket and, after one more quick scan to make sure no one’s watching, presses their lips together.

It’s short and sweet, because it has to be, but it still feels like a small victory when Mike hums against his mouth, swiping his tongue over Will’s lip before pulling back and smiling at him.

“I love you,” he whispers, hand still in Will’s, “It’s gonna get better.”

“I love you too,” Will replies, quiet in the night, “And I know it is.”

---

Will’s only half-awake to hear the Party’s conversation later, when they’re all curled up in Mike’s basement half-watching a movie and recounting the night. His head rests on Mike’s shoulder, remnants of the bravery from earlier manifesting, and it’s- a good place to be, he thinks. Mike is warm, and his hand rests just beside Will’s knee, close enough to brush his thigh but not quite, not daring. They’re being incriminating, probably, but Will can’t find it in himself to care as he drifts in and out of sleep.

“Are they asleep?” Dustin murmurs quietly, shifting on the floor near Will’s feet, and Will can only assume that Mike is drifting off too, from where his head is resting over Will’s.

“I think so,” Max replies quietly, more somber than usual, “Don’t- let’s not bother them, okay? Not tonight.”

There’s soft murmuring, and if Will were more awake he’d try to parse out the meanings, figure out if he’s been found out, but he’s relaxed, with Mike beside him, and it’s just their friends. He lets this one go.

“-tell us eventually,” El is saying, from where she’s seated beside Will on the couch. “When it is safe, right?”

“Yeah,” Lucas agrees quietly, and then there’s a soft weight being placed over Will and, presumably, Mike, one of the throw blankets that’s kept in the corner of the living room. “Let’s- give them some space.”

Dimly, Will’s aware of the sounds of four people climbing to their feet, switching off the light and heading up the stairs to head home, and the anxious, scared part of him wants to wake Mike, to tell him that they know or maybe we should tell them or something along those lines, because he wants to tell the Party, actually, he realizes. He wants them to know for certain. He shifts, Mike’s breath warm against his face as he readjusts into Mike’s side, scooting closer now that their friends are gone, and he’s about to speak when Mike’s arm wraps around him, and he draws him in closer, and Will forgets what he was so stressed about.

“Love you,” Mike mumbles, half-asleep.

Will can stress in the morning, he decides, and settles more comfortably into his boyfriend’s side. 

“Love you too, Mike.”

[nickeverdeen]

Hi!! I've been a long time follower and i saw you opened up matchups 😼!! I was wondering if I could get a spiderverse Male match up please.

i'm 5'7, she/her, and pan asexual! I don't like loud noises or the sound of people eating. I do enjoy eating, cooking, sunsets, cold weather, and music, i listen to pretty much anything but i like punk music coupled with mitski and hozier!!

I'm loyal and very kind and considerate, however i can be blunt. I try my best to communicate clearly and i try to set my own and learn the boundaries of others. I am very anxious, i overthink the smallest details and often ask whether people are mad at me or just for reassurance in general. I work hard but too many tasks make me overwhelmed easily and then i don't do anything lol. I'm a tune to people's emotions and can tell when something is off.

my hobbies include, kickboxing, art (in almost any form), listening to music and singing, rollerblading, and napping!

PS: Can I just say that you’re seriously cool, awesome and badass? Like damn let me be your friend. No, but like seriously you sound amazing as hell!!!

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Your SATSV match is…

Peter B. Parker

Peter B. Parker shares your eclectic taste in music, enjoying everything from punk rock to artists like Mitski and Hozier

He finds solace in music and actually makes scenarios in his head while listening from time to time

Makes fun of your height a bit

You and Peter bond over cooking sessions

He may not be the best chef, but he loves experimenting in the kitchen when you’re present and trying new recipes with you, even if they occasionally turn out disastrous

Peter enjoys watching sunsets with you, finding peace in those moments of quiet beauty

He loves how the colors change and the sky transforms, mirroring the fleeting nature of life

And also how gorgerous you look in the light

Both of you prefer cold weather, relishing in the crisp air and the excuse to snuggle up together under warm blankets or during long walks in the chill

Peter appreciates your bluntness because it contrasts with his tendency to be more sarcastic and indirect

He admires your ability to communicate clearly and learn boundaries, something he’s working on himself

He’s patient and understanding when you overthink or seek reassurance

Peter deals with his own anxieties, especially balancing his superhero life with personal struggles, so he empathizes with your challenges

Peter values your loyalty and kindness deeply

He admires how considerate you are toward others and how you strive to treat everyone with respect and compassion

While he’s not as skilled as you in kickboxing, Peter enjoys sparring with you

It’s a great stress-reliever for both of you and a way to stay in shape amidst hectic lives

Peter loves your passion for art in all forms

He may not be the best artist, but he enjoys doodling and creating alongside you, whether it’s painting, sculpting, or any other medium

You often have impromptu music jam sessions together, whether it’s singing along to your favorite songs or attempting to play instruments

It’s a fun way to unwind and enjoy each other’s company

Peter joins you on rollerblading adventures, though he may be a bit clumsy at first

He appreciates the thrill and freedom it gives, skating alongside you in the cool evening air

Both of you love napping, and often find yourselves dozing off together after a long day of crime-fighting or creative pursuits

Peter cherishes these quiet moments of relaxation with you

Peter encourages your pursuits and understands how overwhelming tasks can be for you

He’s there to provide gentle reminders and support, whether it’s helping you focus or taking a break when needed

He’s tuned into your emotions, able to tell when something is bothering you even if you don’t say it outright

Peter respects your feelings and encourages open communication between you both

In your relationship, you both share responsibilities equally

Peter understands the importance of teamwork and compromise, making sure to contribute his fair share to the partnership

Despite the challenges you face, Peter admires your adventurous spirit and willingness to try new things

He loves how you bring excitement into his life, pushing him out of his comfort zone in the best ways

Ultimately, Peter sees a future with you, filled with shared adventures, creative pursuits, and unwavering support for each other

He values your presence in his life and cherishes every moment you spend together

[yalocalfanficaddict]

Dumping Music Headcannons Cause Nobody Can Stop Me (BakuSquad)

Bakugou:

You can't tell me that this bitch doesn't listen to Megan Thee Stallion when he commutes to his Agency or when he's working out.

He would totally replace the pronouns when listening to Her.

Bakugou always played Megan's music through his headphones. But one time, Kaminari and Ashido were stopped at a red light beside him and secretly recorded Bakugou vibing out to Thot Shit via speakers.

He listens to some sappy songs when relaxing in the comfort of his own home but tell everyone that he listens to rap.

Bakugou would be the person to blast rap in public places just to prove it.

Kaminari:

Electric Love - BØRNs, Lovers Rock - TV Girl, Marlboro Nights - Lonely God, Honeypie - JAWNY, Everybody Talks - Neon Trees, Bubble Pop Electric - Gwen Stefani, Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood, Touch You - YBC...need I go on???

Anything Indie, Pop, or Soft Rock (Or combo of such).

Probably listens to some Hyper Pop with Mina.

Has had a Mother Mother/Marina/Arctic Monkeys/Gorilliaz phase.

Always bothers Bakugou when Dynamite by BTS plays.

One of the best people to go to for music recommendations.

Because of his vast music taste, he usually nerds out with Jirou while knowing absolutely NOTHING about instruments.

Tried picking up guitar to show off said vast taste, but it hurt his fingers too much.

Kirishima:

listens to anything from the 90s and later. "Because it was the most manliest music era,"

When cooking Kirishima listens to Micheal Bublé even though he was mostly 2000's music.

Was obsessed over Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy in middle school. (And Queen songs in general)

Has a whole playlist dedicated to songs from musicals

Sings Put Your Head On My Shoulder by Paul Anka in the shower.

Listens to rap on occasion, but not the inappropriate ones. "Because it's unmanly to disrespect someone's body via music."

Sero:

Vibes to literally everything.

Everyone asks why he likes songs that are written in languages he doesn't know and he just says: "I just think they're neat"

Any hype song out there, he listens and blasts it to hype of his besties.

Secretly a Camellia Cabello stan.

You always know where he is in the dorms cause he obnoxiously singing to his music.

Has spent HOURS in the bathroom with Kaminari doing K-Pop dances in the mirror while playing the music wayyy too loud.

Ashido:

Hyper Pop playlists that goes on for MILES.

Will forever stand Doja Cat and will cuss you out if you diss her.

Tried to teach Bakugou the Body x Bring It Back dance when she found out he liked Megan Thee Stallion.

Is obsessed with Photo ID by Remi Wolf.

Sad music? Don't know her!

Knows so many body positivity songs that its scary...

Jirou:

God of music.

Was the cause of Kaminari's phases.

There's an occasion, Jirou's got the music for it.

Really into Scene Queen and CORPSE.

Tries to unlearn her hatred for certain Pop genre's.

When on road trips, she's always in charge of music. (For fairness and everyone else's sake)

Won't dance in any party. Instead, she plugs her earphone jacks to the speaker to listen louder.

Even during school/work hours, she tries to sneak AirPods or something to listen to music in secret.

[wolfram-but-art]

heres some hcs/ lore for my human!Achimedes [long post] [i might edit in the future]

Genereal hcs:

he was created by Medic in a lab. think green goo in a glass tube kind of lab

he also kinda looks like Medic because he used his own DNA to create Archie

Archie is about 3

his body was created to be ~20, but mentally he's about 13

the original Archimedes is still alive too, Medic just took some of his dna

he doesn't talk much, mostly because he doesn't fully know how to, but also he just doesn't feel the need to talk a lot. He can hold up a conversation pretty well if he wants to tho

he liked to listen to people talk, even if he doesn't really understand what they're talking about

he's pretty smart for someone who's had a bird brain for most their life

Archie is also Aroace and has Misophonia

he gets startled easily, and is afraid of loud sounds

for that reason, he often wears noise-cancelling earphones

he often listens to music too, partially because he likes to listen to music, and partially because it's a more fun alternative to noise-cancelling earphones

he actually sometimes pairs two of those up. no noise, just music

he stims a lot!! he gets flappy hands/ jumps around/squeaks when he's happy and rocks/clasps hands when he's uncomfortable

he plays DnD with Miss Pauling and the mercs

Archie also likes wearing dresses, he doesnt really get the concept of gender/ roles, he just wears whatever looks cool

he reffers to pretty much anyone by "Herr" (sir) or "Frau" (miss/mrs). With the exeption of Spy (in my hc hes genderfluid) for how her he uses both Frau and Herr, for Merasmus he'll use Frau, for Pyro he'll use Herr, Frau and nothing (as in he just calls her Pyro)

specific mercs:

Medic:

his father obviously

you make a single hair fall from Archie's head, you're dead.

he's surprisingly a very loving father

he tries to teach him what ~little~ he knows about medicine/anatomy/healing

he infodumps about his projects to him a lot, Archie likes to listen

he teaches him how to read, write and talk, both in English and German

Archie assists him while he's working a lot; he isn't really bothered by surgeries, so he helps out in those too

Medic has so many of his drawings in his office

they talk a lot, he's mostly the one to answer his constant questions about everything (questions like "why is the sky") (Medic enjoys answering them a lot too)

they just hang out together most of the time, whether that's reading, watching a movie, going out for a walk, cooking, just talking and being around eachother in general

Medic genuinely cares about Archie a lot

Pyro:

Archie loves hanging out with Pyro

they make friendship bracelets for everyone

Archie and her play with plushies all the time

they don't talk much when around each other, but they understand each other perfectly

Archie is also one of the few people (besides Engie and Spy) that actually understand what Pyro is saying

they watch cartoons and horror films together

they draw together a lot too!!

Scout:

two dubious little creatures getting up to mischief. this is no good.

that being said, they do pranks all the time together

they get sugar rushes together and run around the base

they do karaoke together!! by that i mean they sing California Girls at like 2 in the morning

Archie, him and Pyro get together sometimes and draw for like 6 hours straight, listening to music/ watching a movie/ just talking

he shows Archie all the cool spots, like how to get to rooftops or good hiding spots in the base

Scout teaches Archie swear words "in secret." Medic isn't too happy about it

we stay silly :p

they watch action movies together

Scout used to make fun of him as a joke, Archie usually laughed along, but one day he was having a bad day and Scout pushed it a little too far and made him cry. He almost got killed for that

they do nerf battles together!! they usually get all the other mercs to play aswell, but sometimes it's just the two of them running around

Scout talks so much to him, because Archie doesn't interrupt him.

Sniper:

they've played like every board game in existence together

Sniper takes Archie camping, and they often hang out together in his van

Archie reads books with him very often, Mundy explains words to him and helps him read hard words

they also watch old movies! mostly comedies

for the two of the most quiet people on the team, they surprisingly talk a lot when they're around eachother!

they also play monopoly with pyro, miss Pauling and demo a lot! they all help Archie read the cards

he teaches Archie how to shoot from a bow

Spy:

Spy is too embarrassed to admit that he cares for Archie

Archie loves getting praised by him for some reason

he gives him headpats a lot

he's very careful not to smoke around him, he know Medic would kill him for it

Archie took his cloak watch that one time, Spy didn't have the heart to take it way from him because he was having fun

Heavy:

Archie was very afraid of him the first few monts, but slowly came around to liking him

they hang out a lot! probably not talking much, mostly reading books in the same room, it's their way of bonding

Heavy takes him on walks a lot

He teaches Archie how to cook too

he tries to be the best dad he can for him

teaches him self defence and how to use guns

he's trying to teach Archie Russian, but knows to take it slow, he knows Medic is trying to teach him two languages already, he knows it'd be too much pressure

you make Archie cry - he will make sure you feel as much pain as physically possible.

Demo:

him, Archie, Pyro, and Sniper play Monopoly a lot!

they mostly do arts n crafts together (carving shit out of wood, making animals out of wires n stuff)

Demo also helps Heavy teach him how to cook

Engi:

He's like a third father to Archie

they also hang out all the time

Engi takes him fishing!

he teaches him how to talk, read and write

he infodumps about his projects to Archie

he also teaches him how to code!

he calls Archie "birdie" all the time

he also calls him "kid/kiddo" / "boy" / "honeybee" / "darling"

(not in a romantic way, he just has a nickname for everyone)

Archie hangs out in his workshop a lot! sometimes with Soldier and Demo too, Engi gives them wood to carve stuff out of

Soldier:

Him, Archie and Sniper go camping every week

regrettably Archie doesn't hang out with him as much, because he is very loud

they still hang out tho!

he "teaches" Archie "history"

they play on girl-go-games.com together

Miss. Pauling:

Archie really likes her actually

she stays with him when the mercs are doing contracts and stuff like that

she also teaches him how to read/write/talk but in a proper way

like she gives him homework n makes sure he's making progress

not that the other people aren't doing it, she's just better at it i guess

She includes him in their DnD sessions! she also plays Monopoly with him, Sniper, Demo and Pyro

[much-vexed-glowy-mimic]

(Edit:Tumblr doesn't like the drawings so here's the text version Edit edit: OH NOW IT SHOWS UP!?!?)

I got directed towards Music Meister and now he lives rent free in my head. Ludicrously overpowered, but that just means he's Gotham's newest and greatest nightmare.

Some headcanons for my verse:

-Number: 1.

-Chaos. He shows up 5 months after Riddler's brutal beating by Green Arrow and is the Chaos to Riddler's Order. Gotham ->Batman ->Joker ->Riddler ->Meister.

-Has no "real" name.

-20-ish, making him one of the younger rogues.

-Bothers Joker the way Joker bothers Lex. Joker considers him to be an anklebiter.

-Colors: Purples, greens and bright red.

-Just exuberantly happy man. Happiest man in Gotham. As happy as Gotham is dark.

-On the flip side, he's childish, petty, vicious and absurd.

-The JLA is terrified of him.

-Communicates mostly in song. He can talk, he just does it so rarely people assume he can't. -Generates music when he opens his mouth and constantly hums. This isn't something he can stop doing. He's constantly making some kind of noise. Can level entire areas if he's loud enough. (Rarely does this as it doesn't sound like music and starts hurting him.)

-Cannot stand still.

-Gagging him hurts him.

-Restaining him is basically torture.

-Green eyes/red hair. Gets confused for Riddler, even by Batman.

-People thought Riddler had drastically rebranded after Green Arrow's attack.

-Giant red shades.

-Can play any music he's heard.

-Make him mad or frustrated enough and he starts sounding like an orchestra mid breakdown. - *Angry orchestra noises*

-Doesn't care about people’s personal space. He will drape himself over anybody, he's ll force people to dance with him. Has zero regard for people. (Basing that on the lyrics he sings in 'Mayhem of the Music Meister!')

-Really hates having his voice completely blocked. He considers it rude.

-Batman never gags him. Gagging him causes him extreme pain and makes him extremely mad and less likely to be cooperative the next time they meet. 

-His start outfit falls into Joker's purples-greens range, but his current outfit looks like he raided Riddler's wardrobe.

- "8D Full volume! 8D"

- "Crazy Frog. 6 hours, FULL FUCKING VOLUME!"

-Enjoys roaming around Gotham and singing, sending people scrambling. Classified as a tornado and even has a radio program dedicated to tracking him when he’s in storm-mode.

-Has his own music channel. Don't listen to it, he WILL order you to go steal for him.

-Meister: I was once proud to say I wan't deeply obsessed with Batman. Joker: What happened? Meister: He slammed me ass first into the hood of car and told me to quiet. Joker: Ahahaha, the would do it.

-Motives for crime: Money, control, fun and attention. Sheer power display.

-Nightmare difficulty when it comes to handling him. He enjoys pushing and testing boundaries, teasing. Will just emit extremely high tones at random which can knock people out cold. He's also figured out what kind of music Batman hates. The only plus is he doesn't try to randomly stab Batman.

-Hypnosis: You're aware he's controlling you. Because he thinks this is funny.

-He really hates the Green Arrow family.

-Batman is the only hero he'll listen to. He just barely tolerates the rest of the Batfamily.

-He calls Penguin 'grandpa'.

-Really wants to sing with the Mayor.

-Is a somehow a fully licensed therapist. Batman assumes it's the Mayor's doing.