#Ama's personal playlist;

[ama-ships]

If you see this... No, you don't...

I just need this on my blog, that's all. It has nothing to do with creating thoughts between Hux and I. Nope. Don't listen to it and/or do not read the lyrics.

[ignited-lovers]

This is STILL one of my FAVOURITE Muse songs~

[amywritesthings]

SILVER UNDERGROUND TURNS ONE TODAY!

On April 7, 2023, I posted the first chapter of a story that completely changed the trajectory of my fanfic career. Silver Underground is my debut Attack on Titan (and anime!) longfic that's pushing 90k words -- my longest fic to date. And I just hit 1.9k followers, which is so crazy to think about.

I never thought anyone would read it, much less have it become my most engaged story on both AO3 and Tumblr. I've met some incredible people through this story, and I mean it from the bottom of my heart when I say thank you ! ! !

Thank you for all of your kind reblogs. Thank you for commenting and replying. Thank you for all of your wonderful questions and anon messages in my inbox. And thank you, truly, for recommending SU to others. This fic would not exist at Chapter 21, just a few chapters before its finale, without you all.

Without further ado, let's celebrate ~

DRABBLES/ONE SHOTS -- For the next week, my inbox is open for SU drabble or one shot requests. I'm happy to write missing scenes from the flashbacks, prompts, and Levi POVs of your choice. 18+ steamy requests are allowed.

GROUP PLAYLIST -- Have a song that reminds you of SU? I'll create a shareable Spotify link with everyone's songs (along with my own personal SU songs I've use for writing the story for the last year!)

AMA -- Ask me anything about the series! Want to know what James and Levi did during one of Levi's birthday? Why 'James'? Interested in hearing my favorite AOT fics? New at writing and want to create your own story? I'm happy to answer!

TAG ME! -- Have a moodboard for SU? A playlist of your own? Fan art? I'll check it out and reblog and give you a thousand smooches for being so wonderful.

Tap here to find my inbox! Happy Birthday, SU!

xo love, amy

[ineffablesuffering]

All Night Long (Crowley X Aziraphale X Platonic!Reader)

I was listening to this and then this idea appeared in my head.

Warnings: like one swear word, alcohol.

Pairing: Crowley x Aziraphale x platonic!GN!reader.

Word Count: 1114

Masterlist

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After being a frequent visitor to Aziraphale's book shop, you'd soon become fast friends with the angel and his demon partner Crowley. They had both taken you under their wing so to speak, and you'd even been entrusted with a store key incase the pair of them had to stop an apocalypse or something. Someone needed to look after the books, and that person was you. You spent most of your time in the bookshop and it quickly became a sanctuary for you. A place to work, a place to relax, a place you could be yourself.

Standing outside the bookshop, you jingled the door handle before fishing out your key and letting yourself in, with a bottle of champagne in one hand and your exam results tucked away under your arm you closed the door behind you. You called out a quick hello, but there was no response. Nothing unusual, so you make yourself at home.

You place the bottle and the opened exam results on the table before letting out and excited squeal. You had passed your final exams and could graduate with first clas honours and we're in dire need of a celebration with your closest friends. You collapse in a heap on Aziraphale's arm chair, letting out a happy sigh.

You thought about all the tears shed in this very shop as you studyed for your exam with the help of Aziraphale and Crowley. More often or not you stayed the night here after being forced into the spare room upstairs to get some sleep.

"It will still be there in the morning, my dear," Aziraphale had said helping you up the stairs as you fought to keep your eyes open, "You just stay here tonight and we can pick it back up tomorrow."

"But I have to finish that section," you yawned "I'll just make a coffee."

"Absolutely out of the question, now get some rest."

You smiled fondly at the memory, all of your hard work had finally paid off, just as they said it would. You glance at the clock behind you, it was a little after 1pm. You reached into your bag and pulled out a little speaker before connecting it to your phone and putting on a playlist. You stood up placing the speaker on Aziraphale's desk and walking towards the kitchen to find some champagne flutes that you knew for a fact we're hidden away up the back. Returning to the main room you sit the three glasses down and open the bottle of champagne and pouring it into a glass and taking a long sip. It's 5pm somewhere.

By the time Crowley and Aziraphale had returned you had drank half the bottle and we're dancing around with a glass of champagne swaying your hips to whatever was playing. You turned around and clocked eyes with the couple, Aziraphale looking rather confused but Crowley had an amused grin on his face. You squealed excitedly, your champagne induced state leaving no room for embarrassment that you had been caught.

"I knew there was a reason we kept them about," Crowley said to Aziraphale.

You quickly turned down the music and set your glass down before running over and pulling them both into your arms.

"You're back!" You say excitedly "I've been waiting so long!"

"My dear is everything okay?" Aziraphale says as you pull back holding your hand.

"It's more than okay, it's absolutely fucking brilliant." You say taking your hand and rushing to grab the envelope on the desk next to the have drank champagne. You spin around holding the envelope bumping into the chair as you do. "Oops," you giggle, trying to balance yourself. You hear Crowley let out a chuckle, as he takes off his sunglasses popping them on the horse statue.

"I got my exam results" you start, a wide grin forming on your face.

"Well?" Crowley asks.

"I passed!" You shout, jumping up and down.

"Oh my, that's brilliant Y/N, truly amazing." Aziraphale said coming over to give you a tight hug. He let you go and filled up the other two glasses with the remaining champagne, "Definitely a cause to celebrate."

"Well done kid," Crowley said pulling you in for a rare hug. "I told you you could do."

A warm flush touched your cheeks, "Thanks," you say shyly as you pulled away from his embrace.

"Well," Aziraphale begins, handing a glass to Crowley, "let's celebrate," before the three of you clinked your glasses together.

A few bottles of miracled champagne later,  the three of you had been laughing together on the sofa when you heard the beginnings of Lionel Richie's All Night Long. You let out an excited squeak as you pulled your semi intoxicated self off of the sofa and extended your hand forward. "Dance with me?" you ask the pair on the sofa.

Aziraphale shakes his head, "I may be drunk but I'm not that drunk." He says. You turn to Crowley and give him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

"All right, all right, fine." He said, feigning annoyance taking your hand in his and handing his drink to Aziraphale.

"Have I ever told you I love you," you say as you pull him to the middle of the room.

"Once or twice," he grins holding you close as you begin to dance. One of your hands locked in his as the other holds his shoulder, whilst his free hand snakes around your waist. Contrary to popular belief, demons can be good dancers with the right partner. You giggle as he spins you around, the music suddenly a lot louder. The pair of you sway and spin around the room giggling and laughing letting the effects of the alcohol take over. A flash from the corner of your eyes captures your attention, you glance over to see Aziraphale with an old Polaroid camera swaying slightly.

"I hope that's a good photo," you smile. The song ends and the next one plays. Your eyes widen and you squeal again. Crowley laughs.

"I guess Champagne makes someone rather happy." He grins.

"Too right it does." You smile at him before giving Aziraphale your best puppy dog eyes, holding out a hand "Dance with us? Please," you beg, "just one song."

"Oh alright fine." he sighs giving in. "But only because it's a special occasion." He sets the camera down, before taking your hand in his, spinning you around as you laugh.

And that's how you spend the rest of the night, dancing, laughing and drinking copious amounts of alcohol with your best friends. The best way to celebrate your final results before graduating from University.

[kookienooki]

Melodies Of Seduction | Ch. 2

❀ summary: With platinum albums and millions of adoring fans, Yeon-jin thought she knew exactly where her music career was headed. But when her manager drops an unexpected bombshell—BTS' golden maknae Jungkook wants to collaborate on an R&B album—her carefully planned world spins into beautiful chaos.

Between late-night recording sessions, stolen glances across the studio, and harmonies that seem to sync with more than just their voices, Yeon-jin finds herself composing a different kind of song altogether. One that could either launch her to new heights of stardom or leave her heart in free fall.

The question is: in an industry where every move is scrutinized and romance is taboo, can two of K-pop's brightest stars risk it all for a love that wasn't part of the production plan?

❀ pairing : idol!Jungkook x idol!oc

❀ genre: idol AU, romance, angst, fluff, eventual smut, im not sure what else

❀ rating: 18+

❀ word count: 761

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Chapter 2: First Meeting

The BigHit building loomed before her, all gleaming glass and modern angles. Yeon-jin smoothed down her blazer for the hundredth time, grateful for Na Ra's steady presence beside her. Her stylist had outdone herself—the cream Saint Laurent suit was professional yet fashionable, paired with subtle jewelry that caught the morning light.

"Stop fidgeting," Na Ra whispered as they walked through the lobby. "You've won dozens of awards. This is just another meeting."

But it wasn't just another meeting, and they both knew it. Yeon-jin had spent the past week immersing herself in preparation: studying Jungkook's music, watching his performances, and reading interviews about his creative process. She'd even practiced speaking in her Busan satoori, thinking it might help break the ice since they shared the same hometown.

The security guard led them through a maze of corridors, each one displaying different achievement plaques and awards. Yeon-jin recognized several of BTS's milestone accomplishments—Billboard awards, AMAs, and Grammys. It was like walking through a museum of modern K-pop history.

They arrived at a small conference room, and Yeon-jin's heart nearly stopped. He was already there, dressed casually in a black oversized sweater, his dark hair falling softly over his forehead. Jungkook stood and bowed, a warm smile lighting up his face. In person, he had an energy that cameras couldn't quite capture—a mix of confidence and genuine warmth that immediately put her at ease.

"I've been a fan of your work for a while," he said in that distinctive voice she'd only heard through speakers until now. "Your vocal control is incredible."

Yeon-jin felt her carefully prepared professional demeanor cracking. She was used to being the sunbae, the veteran artist. But here, in this room, she felt like a rookie all over again. "Thank you," she managed, bowing deeply. "I've been studying your music this past week. Your artistic range is impressive."

His eyes lit up at that. "Really? Which songs did you listen to?"

"All of them, actually." She pulled out her phone, showing him her meticulously organized playlist. "I particularly loved the jazz influences in 'Still With You.' The way you played with timing in the bridge section was brilliant."

Jungkook's professional smile transformed into something more genuine, and more excited. "That's exactly what I want to explore more! The intersection of jazz and R&B, but with modern production." He turned to his producer, who had been quietly observing their interaction. "See? I told you she'd understand the vision."

The next two hours flew by as they discussed musical influences, sharing favorite artists and songs. Jungkook pulled up some rough demos he'd been working on—melodies and chord progressions that made Yeon-jin's mind race with possibilities. She found herself humming harmonies instinctively, and each time she did, his eyes would light up with recognition.

"Your approach to harmony is so different from what I'm used to," he said, leaning forward in his chair. "Where did you learn that?"

"My grandmother was a pansori singer," Yeon-jin explained, surprised by how easily the personal detail slipped out. "I grew up listening to traditional music before I ever heard pop. Sometimes those influences creep in without me realizing it."

The meeting concluded with scheduling discussions and preliminary paperwork, but there was an energy in the room that hadn't been there before. As they were gathering their things, Jungkook approached Yeon-jin privately.

"I hope this doesn't sound too forward," he said, his confident stage persona giving way to something more shy, more real, "but would you want to grab coffee? Just to talk more about music. I have so many questions about your pansori influence."

Na Ra, ever-present and ever-protective, raised an eyebrow. But Yeon-jin found herself nodding before she could overthink it. "There's a quiet place near my studio. They know me there—no photos, no fuss."

"Perfect." His smile was different when it wasn't for the cameras, she noticed. Softer somehow. More genuine.

As they left the building, Yeon-jin caught her reflection in the glass walls. She looked different too—energized, excited in a way she hadn't felt about music in years. This collaboration was supposed to be about creating something new, but standing there in the BigHit building, watching Jungkook explain his vision with passionate gestures and bright eyes, she realized it might also be about rediscovering something she'd almost forgotten: the pure joy of making music with someone who spoke the same musical language.

"Ready?" he asked, holding the door open for her.

She nodded, stepping into the bright Seoul morning. Ready for whatever this new chapter might bring.

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A/N: I don't have much to say today but I going to publish chapter 3 as well to since this chapter was pretty short! My book is also being posted on Wattpad. @KookieNooki

Comment if you would like to be added to the tag list!

[cookiesnerd]

What Exactly Social Media Is?

Social media refers to online platforms and tools that allow people to create, share, and engage with content, fostering global communication and interaction. From connecting with friends to building brands, social media plays a vital role in personal, professional, and cultural spheres.

Key Features of Popular Social Media Platforms

1. Facebook

Primary Use: Social networking and community building.

Key Features:

Groups and Events for organizing and collaborating.

Marketplace for buying and selling.

Live streaming and Stories for real-time updates.

2. Instagram

Primary Use: Visual content sharing.

Key Features:

Photo and video sharing with filters and effects.

Reels for short, engaging videos.

Stories and Highlights for ephemeral content.

3. Twitter

Primary Use: Real-time updates and microblogging.

Key Features:

Short tweets (posts) with multimedia.

Trending topics and hashtags for discovery.

Spaces for live audio conversations.

4. LinkedIn

Primary Use: Professional networking.

Key Features:

Resumes and job postings.

Articles and posts for thought leadership.

Networking tools for connecting with peers and industry leaders.

5. TikTok

Primary Use: Short-form video content.

Key Features:

Video creation with music, filters, and effects.

Duets and challenges for engagement.

Algorithm-driven feed for content discovery.

6. Snapchat

Primary Use: Private messaging and ephemeral content.

Key Features:

Snaps (photos/videos) that disappear after viewing.

AR lenses and filters for creative expression.

Stories and Discover for broader content sharing.

7. YouTube

Primary Use: Video content sharing and streaming.

Key Features:

Channels for creators to publish content.

Live streaming and Shorts for real-time and short videos.

Subscriptions and playlists for curated viewing.

8. Reddit

Primary Use: Community discussion and content sharing.

Key Features:

Subreddits for niche communities.

Upvotes/downvotes to prioritize content.

AMA (Ask Me Anything) sessions for engagement.

9. Pinterest

Primary Use: Visual discovery and inspiration.

Key Features:

Boards for organizing ideas and interests.

Pins for saving content.

Visual search for exploring similar ideas.

10. WhatsApp

Primary Use: Instant messaging.

Key Features:

End-to-end encrypted chats.

Voice and video calling.

Group chats and status updates.

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Embrace social media responsibly, and let it amplify your voice, connect your world, and inspire new possibilities!

Perfect for Tumblr! Let me know if you want any adjustments. 😊

[astriel-nya]

I see in your eyes the same obsession that drives me ~ a Marazhai Playlist with voice lines◟⊹

Made a Marazhai playlist as that cutie lives rent free in my head ✨

Been collecting loads of songs that remind me of him x3333

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�Voicelines used:

Thank you so much @sighamadaravv on YouTube and @jaal-ama-daravv on Tumblr for letting me use your extracted voice lines from the game!!! Couldn't have made this as brilliant without you!!!�

�Art used:

MARAZHAI AEZYRRAESH Sprite for Rogue Trader by Owlcat games: https://40k.gallery/marazhai-aezyrraesh/

�Music used:

Hands Up! - 6arelyhuman https://youtu.be/NpvUuMGBKxs?feature=shared

All Night - snow wife https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1J6VJfsMLH4

Magdalena Bay - killshot https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=El0AfTkxfyM

Moth to a Flame - the weekend https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXEhipJL9aY

Sick thoughts - lewis blissett https://youtu.be/m2DLQp66ukw?feature=shared

I LUV U - mia rodriguez - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RadRYxActy4

the hills x the color violet x creepin - the weeknd, tory lanez, metro boomin https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03MmvIMjJXo

PLEASE - OMIDO & Ex Habit https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZ2rB8QG5Ow

Daddy - ramsey https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yv1RCdnw6QU

I'm yours - isabel larosa https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kFXJBOCYOI

Desire - meg myers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0hGQ4tEJhI

Villain - bella poarch https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-ExlnYlaK8

American Horror Show - snow wife https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_vsS8Cb-f8

Life of the Party - the weekend https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKvwEwYDows

Taste - ari abdul https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rp6BQtCvaCM

Whore - in this moment https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p40PrOU-9No

Stay - ari abdul https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=blimRivE6MU

� DISCLAIMER I do not own anything included in this video. None of these songs are mine nor is the drawing art, this is only for entertainment purposes and pretty much for fun. All credits go to the rightful owners.

Copyright Disclaimer under Section 107 of the copyright act 1976, allowance is made for fair use for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favour of fair use.

[shinxeysartgallery]

How we feeling now that murder drones is ending?

I think it's so unfair that glitch is cancelling murder drones cause tadc is much more profitable like damn I thought they were better than this

To be fair, we never explicitly had a Season 2 confirmed and I don't think it's fair to blame TADC over it getting cancelled. From what I can tell, it seems like GLITCH and Liam both planned on there being a Season 2 at some point, but we also don't know what's happened behind the scenes. ANYTHING could've happened.

Maybe they didn't get greenlit for a Season 2? Even if they have enough funding and support from the fans for it, they can't move forward without that green light.

There's not enough funding or other resources for them to realistically work on a Season 2 right now. They're also working on TADC and the new Gaslight District and have also just now picked up helping Lackadaisy with funding. Pretty sure at least some of the GLITCH crew works on the main SMG4 channel's stuff as well. That's a LOT to work with from such a small company! It might be a case of they bit off more than they could chew. This could also indicate that it's a temporary thing, but they don't want to get peoples' hopes up in case they can't give us the coveted Season 2.

Liam could be feeling burnout and wants to work on something else. I believe Murder Drones is his longest running series, and it's been in production for at least 4-ish years, counting the Pilot episode. He could've very well lost motivation or be suffering from burnout in that amount of time!

The main series is ending, but it's because they're planning on doing something else with Murder Drones (such as a sequel or spinoff) instead of a Season 2. Up until about when Episode 7 dropped, the Murder Drones playlist was labeled "Season 1" and Liam has said in a past AMA that he planned on there being a Season 2 at some point. He could've discussed his plans for Season 2 with GLITCH and they collectively decided that a spinoff/sequel/etc. would be a better fit for Liam's ideas!

Those are just a few scenarios that could have caused its ending; it's not necessarily a "hurr durr we wanna ditch literally everything else we're working on because TADC gives the monies" situation. Obviously, unless Liam himself or someone actually from GLITCH comes out and makes a statement about it, we don't know for sure why or what caused it. But again, I think it's incredibly unfair to blame TADC over it.

As for my feelings on its conclusion though? Bittersweet. I'm so excited to see what Liam's got planned for the finale and I know it's going to be epic; it'll be so cool getting to see everything come to an end! But at the same time, I'll be sad 'cause it's over. No more excitedly waiting and wondering what's going to happen in the next episode or wondering how the current one's cliffhanger is going to resolve. Buuuut that doesn't mean it's the end! There's still a chance we could get more official Murder Drones content, but even if we don't we've got fanworks! This fandom is one of the most passionate ones I've been in and I don't think it's going anywhere any time soon, even if we never get another official piece of content.

Personally, I'm going to keep working on my AU and keep drawing my drones. The show ending isn't going to stop me! >:D

(Also lowkey is kinda good because after this episode, I don't have to worry about the next episode completely destroying some of my lore again. lol)

[pearly--rose]

Sharing the companion playlist to Triple Dog Dare now that the fic is complete! Some songs were picked for vibes, some were for specific lyrics...I realize I'm probably the only person who cares about this, but I could honestly talk at length about these song choices to feel free to drop into my ask box and AMA lol

[Spotify link] YouTube links:

1. Conversation Piece - Julien Baker | 2. Triple Dog Dare - Lucy Dacus | 3. Sleeping With The Lights On - Searows | 4. Mental Math - Julien Baker | 5. Anti-Curse - boygenius | 6. Fallingforyou - The 1975 | 7. what a shame - Lizzy McAlpine | 8. Oh No - Softee | 9. Friday I'm In Love - Phoebe Bridgers | 10. 24 Hours - Sky Ferreira | 11. First Time - Lucy Dacus | 12. No Big Deal (I Love You) - dodie | 13. Seventeen - Sharon Van Etten feat. Norah Jones | 14. Hot & Heavy - Lucy Dacus | 15. Want Me - Baby Queen | 16. Stay Down - boygenius | 17. Vertigo - Khalid | 18. Come On Mess Me Up - Cub Sport | 19. Now & Then - Sjowgren | 20. Hold You - Searows | 21. You Held It All - The Staves | 22. Ivy - Indigo De Souza* | 23. All Dressed In White - Benjamin Francis Leftwich | 24. So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings - Squirrel Flower | 25. Harvest Moon - Lord Huron | 26. Reminded - Sun June | 27. Short and Sweet - Brittany Howard | 28. Be By Your Side - Pillow Queens | 29. Never Let You Down - Geographer | 30. LOVE (triple j Like A Version) - CHVRCHES

*This cover isn't on Spotify so that playlist has the original Frank Ocean version (which is of course fantastic), but there's just something about Indigo's version that sets the mood for the story better

[tropes-and-tales-archives]

Whistle Down the Wind, Chapter Two

Word Count:  2698

TW:  Pining, unrequited love, angst.

AN:  Part of a series.  The series masterlist here.

Sonny’s first month at SVU came and went.  It was rocky at first, and he was only willing to take some of the blame for it. Sure, he could be brash sometimes. He put his foot in his mouth more often than he wished – it was a family trait.  But the people of SVU were a tightly knit family, and he struggled to find an in-road with them at first.  They weren’t very friendly to outsiders.  Fresh zeppole didn’t work.  The best pizza in Manhattan didn’t work either.

He couldn’t talk to his parents about it.  Neither his father nor his mother agreed with his career choice, and if he complained to them, they’d just try to convince him to quit and move back to Staten Island to work at his uncle’s towing company.  

He couldn’t talk to his sisters about it.  He wasn’t that close with his two older ones, Gina and Theresa.  And Bella had her own stuff going on.  She and Tommy had gotten a place in Chelsea and were trying to figure out their life together.

He tried to talk to his girlfriend Nicole about it.  He usually staggered to her place, dead tired after work, looking for comfort. 

When he first started his tour through the SVU departments of the five boroughs, he tried to talk to her about the cases he was handling:  the rapes, the assaults, and abuse against children. She wrinkled her nose at him and complained that it was too unpleasant to hear, and he understood that.  He tried to talk to her about the problem of fitting at Manhattan’s SVU, but she just shrugged.

“You can quit when you pass the bar,” she replied, scrolling through her phone. “Then you can make a real salary too.”

So he texted you.

He wished his life wasn’t so hectic; he wished he could see you more often. You were a great listener, and you gave the best advice for someone so young.  You had helped him with his decision to enroll in law school – in fact, you had been his biggest fan and supporter.  Early on, you had even helped him study, sitting cross-legged on his couch and drilling him with questions before midterms or finals.  But he had met Nicole shortly thereafter, and she had pointed out that it was weird for a single guy to be such close friends with a single girl.  So he had drawn away a bit, and his life took over. 

But he still texted you.

Struggling at new precinct, he typed.  Co-workers don’t like me.  What should I do?

Quit your job, came the response.  My cover band needs some eye-candy to dance on stage while we play.  We can pay you in exposure.

Sonny grinned and watched his phone as you wrote out something more serious.

Just be patient, stretch. You’re smart and great at your job. They’ll come around.  No one can resist that Carisi charm, even the jaded film noir detectives in Sex Crimes.  I’ll send you a playlist to help pump you up.

This is why you’re the best, he typed.  Thanks for the pep talk.  Lunch next weekend?

He watched as the dots indicating that you were responding appeared on his screen, then disappeared, then appeared again.  But all that came through was the word, absolutely.

He replied with a date and time that you confirmed, then signed off by thanking you again.  You signed off with the poop emoji, an inside joke between the two of you because you’d spent your first year with a smart phone thinking it was a chocolate ice cream emoji.  That was something else that Sonny liked about you – you had a great sense of humor, and you were always able to laugh at yourself.

The smile on his face faded.  He deleted the string of messages between the two of you, then went to join Nicole in bed.  He felt a tiny pang of guilt to have been texting you while his girlfriend waited for him, but you were just a friend.  He thought that if he could just get Nicole to spend some time with you, she’d see that you were a great person and not a threat at all.

After all, how many friends took the time to create amazing, personalized playlists that perfectly captured the moment?  Over the years, you must have sent him a hundred different playlists: one for his graduation from the academy, one for law school studying, one for his workouts.  One for when his dad had a heart attack, one for when his nonno died.

He only deleted the messages because Nicole had gone through his phone once. Not that there was anything to hide from her.  But he didn’t want the hassle of another fight.

********

You waited at the restaurant for Sonny for half an hour before you just went ahead and ordered.  While you waited for your food, you texted him.  A reply came halfway through your sandwich – an apology.  He had deleted the original message, he said, and completely forgot.

You felt a pang but played it off.  Of course you were forgettable.  

He apologized three more times before promising to make it up to you. You told him about a performance you had in the coming week.  You were a guest performer with the Gramercy Chamber Orchestra and would be performing the cello for Schubert’s Arpeggione Sonata, one of the harder pieces for your preferred instrument.  You were nervous – and you rarely got nervous during performances.

Can I bring Nic? He texted.  I’d love for the two of you to get to know each other better.

Your mind immediately started to go to the meanest place (assuming that someone like Nicole wouldn’t be able to tell Schubert from Shostakovich), but you pushed those thoughts down.  It was completely unfair to stereotype, and you felt like a terrible feminist.  Just because she was gorgeous and well put-together didn’t mean she wasn’t nice or smart.  Or a music lover.  

You knew that part of your judgement came from your childhood.  Your mother had been a winner on the midwest beauty pageant circuit, and she had tried to transition to the role of stage mother once she married and had you.  That’s how your musical talents had been discovered so early, and that’s what won you more titles than you really deserved, but once you were old enough to rebel, you did.  It could have been fun – you saw plenty of fellow contestants with their mothers or aunts, laughing and genuinely enjoying the experience.  Not you though.  Your mother was too focused on winning for either of you to have any fun.  Even when you won, she still picked apart your performance until you felt tiny.

You kept up with the music lessons.  You abandoned the lessons in how to walk and smile around fake teeth. Your mother, in return, criticized you at every turn.  Your poor posture.  Your lack of care about hair or makeup.  Even when you found your own sort of aesthetic – eyeliner on regular days, a signature red lipstick for events – it wasn’t the right kind of makeup.  She even criticized the way you walked.  A lifetime of internalized judgement about beauty was sure to make you skeptical about Sonny’s girlfriend.  

The jealousy over the fact that she was Sonny’s girlfriend probably didn’t help.

You needed to be nicer, you chided yourself.  Maybe Nicole was a perfectly lovely person and you weren’t giving her a chance. Maybe instead of being jealous and giving in to your baser instincts, you could be kinder and expect something nice to come of it, like a new friendship.

Sure, you typed back.  Bella and Tommy will be there too. I’ll get two more tickets.

You explained to him how nervous you were and what a huge honor it was to play this piece, especially with a group of professional musicians who were world renowned.

It’ll be nice to have another friendly face in the audience, you told him.

Once you got through this performance, then you could focus on befriending Sonny’s girlfriend.

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Sonny had the entire evening planned.  First, he’d cook dinner for him and Nicole, then they’d go to your musical thing.  Afterwards, drinks to celebrate:  him and Nicole, Bella and Tommy, and you.  He was determined to make you and Nicole be friends.  He wanted you in his life, and he wanted his girlfriend to know that you were a friend – and nothing more.

Dinner was a disaster.  He made chicken parmesan and risotto, but Nicole only picked at it.  She scraped the breading off of the chicken and refused the risotto altogether.

“It’s nothing but carbs and fat,” she complained.  

“Sorry,” Sonny said, ducking his head.  “I can bake you another chicken breast.”  He stood up and preheated the oven, popping another piece of chicken into a dish, seasoning it with just a bit of olive oil and salt and pepper.

Once it was cooked, he slid it on her plate and she gave him one of her brilliant white smiles.  “Thanks, babe.”

“No problem.”  He sat back down and finished his own meal, now cold.  “I’m looking forward to going out tonight.  I think you’ll really like her once you get to know her.”

Nicole rolled her eyes.  “I’m not really into classical music,” she said.  “Can’t we go to that new bar in Tribeca?”

Sonny gathered up the dishes and started loading the dishwasher.  “It’s important to her.”  He glanced over at his girlfriend and watched her stick out her lower lip in a pout.  “Maybe we can head to that bar afterwards,” he added.  “All of us can check it out.”

Nicole stood up and came to stand behind him.  “Yeah, a double date with a fifth wheel,” she muttered.  Sonny felt her snake her arms around his waist, and he leaned back a bit against her.  “Or we could just stay in and make it a regular date with just the two of us…” she added, trailing a hand down his front until she was cupping him through his pants.

“Nic,” he said, trying to make his voice stern.  He could feel himself responding to her brusque strokes, and he glanced up at the clock on the microwave.  “Well, we have a little time before we have to leave,” he finally conceded.  

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You calmed your nerves the same way you always did:  you visualized yourself, alone, in deep, cool water. Surrounded by nothing but dark blue water.  Just you, floating in the cold and dark.  No sound – at first.  Then, as you surrendered to the cool and dark, the first notes of the piece you were about to play.  

No one else, nothing else existed.  Just you and the music.  No matter what, it was always you and the music.

When you strode out onto the stage in your sharp women’s tuxedo, your low heels clicking across the boards, you didn’t hear the applause.  You didn’t see Bella and Tommy in the second row, or the two empty seats beside them.  All you saw was your cello waiting for you and the slight smile on the conductor’s face.  This was the last piece of the evening.  The main event.

You took your seat, taking your cello and bow in your hands.  You felt like a witch sometimes with the instrument as your familiar.  A wholly living thing that you could work with your will.  And, in turn, it enchanted you.

Once you were settled, you gave the conductor the faintest of nods.  Then you began.

The musicians behind you were amazing.  The allegro flew by, and you almost fumbled on the adagio but didn’t. By the time the allegretto began, you and the cello were essentially one creature.  It was a sort of magic you could never put into words.

When the final notes faded and the conductor dropped his arms, you were startled back to reality by the thunderous applause.  You blinked against the lights and then blinked again as the conductor laughed at you and gestured for you to stand.  When you did, the audience stood up.  Then you were blinking away tears too and grinning so wide that your mouth hurt.

You found Bella in the audience and gave her your patented half-shrug, as if to ask, “not too bad?”  Tommy, looking uncomfortable in a button-down shirt and blazer, shot you two thumbs up.

It wasn’t until your gaze drifted to the two empty seats beside them that your smile fell.

When you went backstage to gather up your stuff (and receive congratulations from the professional musicians, which made you almost giddy from praise), you checked your phone.  No missed texts or calls from Sonny.  He probably got called in to work.  It happened more often now that he was with SVU, and you’d never hold that against him. His job was stressful enough without you piling on.

You met Bella and Tommy in the lobby, and you went out for a drink.  They couldn’t stay long – Tommy had curfew for his parole – but a couple of drinks were fine.

“You were so good!” Bella said, pulling you into a hug.  “I’ve never heard that much applause at any of your events before.”

Tommy nodded over his soda.  “I didn’t know the music, but it sure sounded great,” he agreed.

You sipped your own beer.  “I can’t thank you enough for coming,” you told them both.  You felt the usual tears of your post-performance high start to prickle behind your eyelids.  “I was so nervous.”

“I’m just sorry Sonny missed it,” Bella sighed.  You nodded and took another swallow of beer.

“Yeah, well…” you trailed off for a moment before continuing.  “Since he went to the Sex Crimes precinct, he’s been getting called in all the time.”

Tommy snorted.  “Sure,” he started, but Bella slapped his arm, and he focused on the tabletop.  You looked back and forth between them. 

“What?” you asked.  Bella sighed and Tommy looked up at you, sheepish.

“He sent Bella a text while you were backstage after the performance,” he replied, his face turning red.  “Let’s just say that he was committing sex crimes instead of investigating them.”

“What?” you asked again, confused.  

Bella sighed, louder.  “He and Nicole decided to stay in for a, uh…romantic night in.  Or so he told me in not so many words.”

“Oh.”  The buzzy feelings from your success dissipated in an instant, replaced by a burning jealousy. And, along with it, anger.

“He said he was going to try and stop by once we settled in at a bar,” Bella added gently, trying to soften the blow.  “I texted him when we got here, and he’ll be on his way soon.”

You shook your head and finished the rest of your beer.  “Text him back and tell him not to come.  I’m celebrating tonight.”  You flagged a waitress down and ordered three shots, which were promptly delivered to the table.

“I can’t drink…” Tommy started, and Bella cut him off.

“We need to get home before his curfew…” she said, but you talked over her too.

“These are for me,” you said.  You threw all three shots back, one after the other.  “I’m celebrating tonight.”  You ignored the look that passed between Bella and her boyfriend. You ordered more shots, then scanned the bar.  When the shots came, you downed those too.

“I’ll catch up with you later, Bella,” you said.  You pulled first her, then Tommy in for hugs, then waved them off. They gave each other that look again, but you ignored that too.  You shooed them away until they left, reluctantly, and only after you promised to text Bella when you were home safely.

You shouldn’t be so picky, Sonny had told you once. 

Too right, stretch, you replied in your head.  You made eye contact with a guy at the bar who gave you a brief smile and a nod.  You made your way over to him and let him buy you a drink.  And then another.  And another. Because you were celebrating tonight.

[justalilpearlie]

Introduction/Fun Pearlie Facts

Was abt time I did one of these.

Hello everyone, my name is Pearl, Pearlie or Sam/Sammy if you're feeling like it. Friends also call me Martini sometimes.

I am a minor, my labels... we dont talk about them (fem presenting ftm gay/mlm + trying out gendervoid and verinix + bigender??) uhmm and I go by He/She, tho mostly He/Him by strangers- I can She/Her myself and close friends/mutuals are allowed! (I also go by neos: Void/Moon/Sweet/It/Fluff/Love/Fizz/Paw)

I'm from Argentina, born and raised, never moved. Speak fluent english and spanish.

I got the 'tism and the adhd, aswell as BPD and a few other things I wont list right now! But yeah I'm psychotic (ooo scary word.. lmao)

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I'm an IRL of many, mainly c!Pearl (mcyt), Samuel Emily (fnaf [games canon]) and Shin Tsukimi (yttd). If you don't like it you can leave, block me, or whatever, cause you aint gonna change my life or how I am. I'm in therapy, which unlike random hate and harrassment online, does help me :)

I like to roleplay, draw, sometimes make playlists or moodboards.. And my biggest interests right now are Life Series (+ evo + new life), Empires1(+ a bit of e2) and FNaF! (i dont rlly like the books tho lol..)

I use kin tags for reach cause I'd love interaction from any fellow lifers or empires ppl, hermits aswell!! Tho I havent finished s8 or s9 yet...

Fictionkins, therians and traumagenic systems all welcome!

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DNI prefferably:

- Basic DNI criteria (proshippers, homophobes, transphobes, racists, TERFs, ableist, etc)

- Endos/non-traumagenic "systems" DNI. block me if u want, i wont argue abt it in the comments/reblogs. or interact if u want but im not gonna follow u back or anythin shrugs.

- reality checkers or anti-IRLs DNI. I aint "romanticizing" shit, I'm existing and living my life, if thats a problem to you too bad cause my psychologist aproves of what I'm doing, since I aint harming anyone and I myself am doing dandy.

- anti-kin also DNI cause most of my friends are fictionkins and if you talk shit abt my fellas idk i wouldnt like having u around much

CCs interact at your own risk. This is my domain, cyan man & moon lady. /hj

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"Disclaimer"

- I talk about MajorMoon (Scott x Pearl) a LOT, if u didnt notice by the acc theme. These are my romantic memories, its a gay ship, not woman/gay man, so if it makes u uncomfortable or u hate it or whatever then ur probably not gonna like my content lmao. COUGH, consider joining us if you do like what you see... /nf We're a small comunity of supporters.. just me.. and a few of my peeps... that was a joke, sir. /ref

- This isn't roleplay, its my main acc where im ""unapologetically"" myself, but if u do wanna rp life series/empires u can always shoot me a dm and maybe I'll give u my discord.

- I talk about myself (c!Pearl) using 3rd person in many posts tagged with main fandom tags. This is to cause less confusion to casual fans slash ""normies"" (lhj) that well.. don't know what IRLs are! Also that way I feel safer and don't have to worry as much abt getting harassed and such for my identity.

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Special People Mentions!! fps = * (1 or more.. wouldnt say in a priority sorta order but. more or less yea)

Family! <3 🌼@pehpurr* SISTER!! super duper cool, her art is great and you should check it out!! YOU. You're the brightest little girl (i say like ur not older than me) I'VE EVER MET ACTUALLY! You're so passionate and loving I freaking adore you!! I love you so much Scar, you're one of the best things to ever happen to me, Kanny &lt;3 ⚙️@gentlexmadman DAD!! you are my daaaad, you're my dad! woogie woogie woogie! ANOTHER amazing artist! mr "I know that guy-", very funny, Henry "Autism" Emily... the copper king, my father. Speaking to you is always comforting. Love you so much papa, you're amazing :)

Simply special <3 ☕@insomniac-coffeehouse** You're all simply so very special to me. I love spending time with you guys and playing stuff together, you mean a lot to me and I'm so glad I met you. I hope we're still close for this year and many more! You're incredibly talented, not only at art, at everything you do. You spark joy in my brain and my heart <3 From the bottom of my heart, I'm in love with the hope you bring to this world. 🍊Jack***, oh my dear Jacky, where do I even begin, sport... you really are my other half. Mi media naranja if you will. haha.. I love every second we spend together, I love your voice, I love your eyes, I love your smile, your laughter. I love your use of words, the way you speak, your humor, your seriousness and goofiness. You stiff fuck, you were made for me and I was made for you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You're my everything, mi vida, mi luz, mi estrella. Mi amor, mi mundo. <3

New friends! 🍓@strawberrystarfield I know we met fairly recently but you're all incredibly fun to talk to, your art is also amazing, your accent is real pretty (cough for a bri-💥), you're real sweet and I love reading all your thoughts and critiques about things :} (love ya Aspen /gen) 🏜️@fagdykegtws My right hand man! I know we just met through the rarepair server but oh my god we're in the same brainwave!!! You're so fun to vc and chat with and you got the best ideas ever fr fr, love ya Chewy, you're real sweet even w how lil i know you ;)

That's it folks, love yall and see you around!

[ama-ships]

If you know the song... You ain't even gotta listen to it for it to get stuck in your head~

[ignited-lovers]

I am disappointed because I don't have Error by Vixx in one of my ship playlists... But that may also be because I do not know what ship it fits the aesthetic of...

I mean I think I have countless ships it could work with but it's escaped me for so long...

[dr-diane]

DIANE DEL CAMPO

Dream Reality Character Intro

Short biography about her past;

~ Diane was born on 1966 February, 9th in Los Angeles and her mother is spanish, her father was a black american.

~ he was just 20 years, her mother 19 as they got her and became parents, her mother's family stayed in Spain and so her mother lived wither Mike's family together (his mother and brother)

~ she grew up in America with her father, Mike Treylon, who was a street musician in a small neighbourhood (ghetto kinda...) and her mother, who worked in a small cafè... her father was friends with Lionel Richie and Stevie Wonder.

~ she was 8 as she saw Etta James in a jazz bar from the window, since then she had a dream to become a singer one day.

~ At just 5, she learned how to play piano with the help of Stevie and Lionel. They also gave her vocal lessons, even if they didn't have much time.

~ at 6, she found out who jackson 5 were and who Michael Jackson was, and she had a poster in her room from Queen, Cher and Journey, the rockband

~ as she turned 8, she was on stage for the first time by the help of Lionel Richie. She had a powerful voice since she was little.

~ early december 1979, at 13 years, she wrote her first song, "My Immortal," as her grandmother died in 1978. With that song, she got even more attention. After a few days, she was in the newspaper and got a call from Dean Craigen that he would be her manager

~ shortly after Christmas, her manager told her he got a call that she could be a special guest in the AMA 1980 on January 18th [She sung 'my Immortal' and one cover song 'Think' by Aretha Franklin]

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What's her personality like?

She is cute, kind, and sweet. She is mostly shy but also bubbly... off stage, she is shy and sweet, but the moment she goes on stage or is about to sing she let's her feelings tell the story. A bit like Prince or Michael Jackson if you want to see it like this....

her voice:

her vocals [her songs]:

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🎶 playlist with her songs:

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what's her style like ?

She has a playful yet glamorous style that combines innocence with sophistication. Known for her preference for high heels paired with either short or flowy skirts, dresses and simple trousers, she creates a unique look that contrasts with her petite frame. Her fans adore her effortless blend of cute and elegant, with a wardrobe that plays on soft pastel tones and shimmering fabrics. Her signature look often includes statement earrings and a sleek, high ponytail or loose waves. She actually has natural curly/wavy hair.

stage presence?

On stage, she transforms completely, channeling deep emotions through her music. Despite her shy off-stage persona, the moment she holds a microphone, she captivates her audience with an intense energy that feels like she's telling a story with every note. Her performances are emotionally charged, and she often closes her eyes, connecting deeply with the music. Fans often describe her as a “petite powerhouse” who expresses herself fully through her voice and movements.

what are her unique vocal techniques or performance habits?

She often uses soft, breathy notes that build up into powerful, full-bodied belts. Known for her emotional range, she has a habit of doing unexpected ad-libs that add to her performances’ raw and genuine feel. During live performances, she’s often seen leaning into her emotions, sometimes even pausing to let the crowd sing with her, creating an intimate atmosphere.

Fanbase Details ...

Her fans, ranging from teenage girls to older music lovers, are drawn to her honest approach to music. They often identify with her shyness and sweet nature but love watching her transform on stage. Many see her as an icon of vulnerability, with some fans affectionately calling themselves her “Butterfly Hearts” because of her big heart and caring nature. Her actual fanbase name is "Butterflies" because her arm movements on stage looks like a butterfly sometimes and she loves butterflies.

media's opinion ?

The media often portrays her as the “sweetheart” of the industry, highlighting her kindness and humility. However, some critics initially doubted her due to her shy persona, not believing someone so reserved could carry a stage presence. She’s proven them wrong time and again with her powerful performances, and she’s gained a reputation as a “quiet storm”—seemingly gentle but fierce in talent and passion.

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[la-principessa-della-squadra]

giuro, ho letto tutti i tuoi headcanon e le tue storie e ti assicuro che sono divine. sei super talentosa!!😭😭🫶🏻💕

volevo chiederti se per te andava bene scrivere una specie di fan fiction (female reader) dove mostri quali sono gli artisti musicali preferiti della squadra (es: sono estremamente convinta che Prosciutto ama De André). magari sarebbe bello vedere i ragazzi che “bisticciano” perche’ ognuno di loro vuole mettere nel giradischi un vinile diverso e non riescono ad andare d’accordo sulle loro scelte.

Spero tantissimo ti sia piaciuta l’idea!!💕💕

-love dalla Sicilia🫶🏻

Duciiiii! 💝🥺

First thing first, Thanks a bunch for the sweet compliments and fantastic suggestions!

Adoro alla follia la tua idea, Unfortunately, my ask box for LONG submissions is temporarily closed :(

However I'm still taking SHORT Asks.

f you have a favorite member, ask them directly for a more personal touch. 🎶✨ 🎵✨

Meanwhile you can Check out these two posts to dive into La Squadra's musical vibes:

La Squadra's Playlist

La Squadra's Stands as Italian Songs

[its-all-papaya]

my chore list

assign me anything at any time <3 i'll update this list as things come and go!

👗 put away clean clothes

🗑 take out the trash

🧽 dishes

🛁 clean bathroom

☑️ bullet journal weekly spread x3

☑️ misc bujo pages x14

⏪ prev month wrap-up x3

📚 bookshelf

🎶 organize playlists

💅 nails

📧 answer/sort/delete 100 emails (give me a number 1-20 and i’ll share the driver ranked there in my personal list and my thoughts on them (without any hate)

↠ answered: 2, 4, 20

if you want to help me be productive but you're not feeling the questions, you can always AMA, just send the chore's emoji along with!! (these are just prompts to inspire YOU to inspire ME to keep my life together)