#AmaLee mentioned

[sweetness-pop]

Helloya! 💗💋🍓🌸Sweetness*POP🌈🍭💀🌟 here!

So remember my post about an idea for a PlayStation-Verse crossover PS5 or PS6 game starring Talwyn Apogee of Ratchet & Clank, Keira Hagai of Jak & Daxter, and Carmelita Fox of Sly Cooper as the 3 main heroines?

Well, I've been thinking of what would be a good title for this game.

PlayStation Move Heroines would definitely be out of the question! 😅

At first, I was thinking what if Talwyn, Keira and Carmelita were to be the PlayStation Femme Fatales? 💋🕶🔥👙💥🔫🗡

However, I recently have been thinking about this title while doing research on fitting and positive words to describe a woman who's not only beautiful, attractive and sexy, but also strong, dangerous and empowering.

So instead, I came up with this idea, the sweetest title for Talwyn's, Keira's and Carmelita's ideal crossover game relating to PlayStationVerse could be this:

PlayStation Venus 3

This idea pop up in my mind when I was researching on Venus.

In mythology, Venus is the Roman goddess of love, beauty, desire, sex, fertility, prosperity and victory.

While in astrology, Venus is a planet of not only love and beauty, but also pleasure, money, arts and harmony.

Therefore, Venus is like a symbolism for such deep emotions like obviously love, attraction, value, and connections.

Venus is a very precious way of expressing your affections. What you truly value and desire.

Venus represents not what you need, but what you want.

I thought of all this when trying to compare Talwyn, Keira and Carmelita with Venus.

I'm just using 4 examples:

Love: The 3 female characters have their love interests: Ratchet (Talwyn), Jak (Keira) and Sly (Carmelita). They all have these romantic feelings going on. Even if off-screen (most likely in the case of Talwyn x Ratchet 😓), there could be more than what we see in just cutscenes. Talwyn, she's the canon girlfriend of Ratchet. Same goes with Keira as she's Jak's. While there is a deep, fiery and passionate love complication that Carmelita has with Sly. Imagine someday in future games (plz Sony make more J&D and Sly games), Talwyn, Keira and Carmelita will be shown to be even more in love with the PlayStation Hero Trio. And that unbreakable love shall be explored more in video games and be seen in the light!

Beauty: Talwyn, Keira and Carmelita are indeed beautiful characters in their physical appearances. They've always been blessed with such natural, beautiful and slender bodies to kill for with lovely curves and well-endowed bosoms. However, their beauty is also of their inner strength. Beauty is not only about how you look, but also the way to represent beauty like your inner strength. I'm now wondering about a good headcanon being about TKC (Talwyn, Keira and Carmelita) all not knowing or even thought of themselves being beautiful both inside and outside.

Desire: TKC all desire to have something that will achieve. The strongest desire could be about being seen as a woman who can be as someone to rely on, to be seen as an equal, and be treated with the respect that she deserves as a person. But most of all, the one desire that Talwyn, Keira and Carmelita all wish for......is to be someone's or their worlds' hero.....

Victory: The 3 PS ladies would strive to achieve something even greater no matter how much they'd have to endure, and that is victory! Whatever will come to their ways, they will do their very best into proving that they are more than just love interests or even damsel-in-distresses! With the burning passion for victory, someday Talwyn, Keira and Carmelita will surprise not only other characters from the franchises they're from, but also surprise us gamers by proving that the 3 heroines can be strong, passionate and determined women with a mind of a warrior, and their wills filled with POWER! (I was thinking of Mirio Togata/Lemillion from My Hero Academia just now 😁)

Now, imagine the symbol especially when attempting to picture the logo in your minds.

And this will be a symbol for PSV3:

The Venus symbol's cross ♀ with a six-pointed star. ✴ (Yes, I know this is an eight-pointed star emoji like Venus' morning/evening star 😅) that has a heart ❤ in the center. Plus, this symbol would definitely be seen in the 3 colors that should mainly represent the 3 main heroines in their together PS crossover game. Talwyn-Yellow 💛♀✴. Keira-Pink 🩷♀✴. Carmelita-Light Blue 🩵♀✴.

And in addition, with a brand new change of voice actresses for PSV3! Dream voice cast aka 3 star voice leads being Amanda Lee (aka AmaLee) in English and Marina Inoue in Japanese for Talwyn, Erica Lindbeck in English and Rie Takahashi in Japanese for Keira, and Cristina Valenzuela (aka Cristina Vee) in English and Yoko Hikasa in Japanese for Carmelita.

Talwyn Apogee of Ratchet & Clank, Keira Hagai of Jak & Daxter, and Carmelita Fox of Sly Cooper........the upcoming 3 main heroines of PLAYSTATION VENUS 3!

So what are your thoughts on this title idea for an upcoming PlayStation-exclusive crossover game? I'd love to read your thoughts and opinions in either your comments or reblogs.

Thank you and have a good day!💛♀✴🚀🪐🔫🩷♀✴💥🛩🔧🩵♀✴🚔🦊🔗

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Hi, do you still take x reader requests?? If you do, I was wanting a Phantom x reader/Y/N (she/they pronouns) and maybe Y/N got kidnapped by a rival being and he shows up rescue Y/N? Possessive Phantom is one of my favorite ideas, and he’s barely, just barely by a thread holding back from going full on eldritch being on the kidnappers + the rival. Maybe Phantom comforts Y/N afterwards too?

Call me Cos :D (for anon, I’ll be space anon if that isn’t taken)

Well, I do so love my body horror, so I'll admit that I kinda went further than that "just barely by a thread" part. . .

(This is based on a set of headcanons I posted a while ago; go here if you'd like to see them.)

Sorry this took so long, but it's finally finished! I hope you enjoy it!

(Trigger Warnings: violence, body horror, eyes, teeth, mentions of snakes, mentions of insects, implied kidnapping, implied illegal business, talk of death/dying, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.) 

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“I’m really not sure what you’re hoping to gain from this,” you announced, resting your cheek against one hand as you looked out at the world through the bars of the cage. 

Your captor—an admittedly stunning woman with a halo of crystals orbiting around the golden points of a crown protruding from her silvery hair—hummed thoughtfully.

“Not too much, if I’m being honest,” she answered with a dismissive shrug.

You quirked a brow, straightening your back a little. It was difficult to look her in the eyes; they glowed with undeniable power. The most piercing, dangerous, otherworldly shade of blue you’d ever seen. 

Your brain was begging you to focus on something else. Anything else, really. The room outside your cage was extravagant, boasting marble floors and looming pillars and filigree carvings on the walls. Everything was inlaid with blue gemstones in some way. Even your cage, nestled in the corner, was polished and decorated to perfection.  

But you still made a valiant attempt to keep eye-contact. You couldn’t just let her think you were some shrinking violet. 

“Then why did you bring me here in the first place? Why did you bother to just wait in my mirror until I finally got home?”

The Multiverse Monarch took a few steps closer to further scrutinize you. 

“Why does anyone do anything?” She responded. “Why do you mortals insist on making sacrifices, traveling to places you’ve never seen before, crossing bridges that don’t even exist yet?”

“Because we’ll eventually get paid for it,” you replied. “Or, we all hope to, at least.” 

Monarch blinked, a small snicker forcing its way through her teeth. She quickly shook her head, engaging in the rolling-your-eyes-with-your-whole-body gesture. 

“Because it’s there,” she stated in the most matter-of-fact tone you’d ever heard. “Because it’s just something to do. Something to temporarily keep your little lives from continuing to be mundane as fuck.”

You hummed at the explanation. There was definitely some truth to it, but you thrived on sarcasm. You couldn’t help that; it was a survival mechanism. “I feel like doing any kind of business with Phantom already pretty far from ‘mundane as fuck.’ I almost ended up being one of his contractors when we first met, and now look where I stand with him.”  

Monarch tilted her head to the side, folding her arms across her chest. “That kind of thing happens with a lot of dealmakers and potential clients. Much more frequently than you’d think. Don’t feel special.”

“I never said I felt special,” you argued. And now it was your turn to smirk, since it was so obvious that you and Monarch were now thinking the same thing. 

Phantom was many, many things. And one of them was, so simply, shady as they came. However, he could also be honest when the mood suited him. 

When the two of you had first met, he’d seen you as just another soul with enough potential and enough need of supernatural assistance to be considered for his collection. You, on the other hand, had long-since honed your instincts to sense ulterior motives. And at that point in time, you’d been, for lack of a better word, tired. 

Before that point, you’d been stepped on and laughed at and criticized so. Many. Damn. Times. 

You’d gotten tired of that. 

You’d gotten tired of trying so hard and putting out so much and only getting a few breadcrumbs here and there to show for it. 

You’d gotten so tired that it was miracle you’d even bothered to read Phantom’s contract in its entirety. 

And even with the potential consequences literally written down right in front of you. . .you’d been tired enough to not care.

So what if your soul became the property of an eldritch abomination?

At least you’d get some time to finally enjoy a few things before that. 

You’re not sure what Phantom saw in your tiredness. Hell, you’d flat-out asked him before, and he hadn’t been able to give you a clear answer himself. But that was just it: he’d seen something that he wanted to keep. Not just for his collection, but. . .

Well, Phantom had been quiet for most of that particular meeting, mainly relying on his elevator pitch for small talk as you read through the requirements and expectations. When you took hold on his feather quill, he went silent. He’d stayed silent as you hesitated. You’d felt his eyes boring holes through your skull. And just as you were about to sign your name on the dotted line, Phantom had yanked the contract away, insisting that he needed to make a few updates to it. 

The rest, as they say, is history.

“Plus,” you added. “I’ve heard all about the spats the two of you have gotten into. And when you combine those with the business angle of things. . .I mean, I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s still not mundane at all. Isn’t that enough?”

“You’ve only heard about those spats from his perspective,” Monarch snarked. Insanity glinted in her eyes. A buzzing, humming, keening music suddenly stabbed its way into your ears, and you finally had to look away from her, ducking your head and kneading at your temples. 

More footsteps clicked closer, and a cold hand was suddenly grasping your chin, slowly forcing you to look back up. 

Her eyes. . .they looked even less human than before. Now they were compound, seeming to shudder in their sockets as that frightening blue light glowed brighter and brighter. 

A pair of long, sinuous antennae now protruded from her forehead, covered in a network of crystalline veins. They reached down to lightly tap against your scalp, making that unearthly music reverberate in your skull. 

“And enough is ภєשєг єภ๏ยﻮђ,” she concluded, allowing you to catch a glimpse of something shuffling about between the rows of her teeth. “ภєשєг ђคร ๒єєภ, ภєשєг ฬเɭɭ ๒є.”

“MONARCH!” A familiar voice suddenly shouted from somewhere outside of the throne room. . .or, it had to be outside the throne room, at least. But then, that voice shouldn’t have been echoing and bouncing around the corners with such violence. “I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!”

Not if it was a human’s voice, that is. 

And that’s why you immediately recognized it. You’d been hearing it almost every day for a good couple years now, after all.

You’d been waiting to hear it today.

“I know you know,” Monarch called back, only slightly raising her own tone as a smirk played at her lips. She released her grip on your chin, strolling away from your cage to settle down onto her throne. “That’s what makes this kind of stuff so fun.”

What sounded like a Category 5 earthquake slammed against the towering side-by-side doors that waited across the room. The thunderous sound was followed by a cacophony of screeching, like razor-sharp claws being dragged across ornate wood and stone.

“Well, if we’re going with that logic,” Phantom seethed from wherever he was, “then you also know that if you don’t bring [Y/N] out here right now, I swear I’ll 𐍂𐍊Ƥ 𐍈𐍁𐨠 𐌴𐌰ζ𐌷 𐍈𐍆 𐌸𐍈𐍁𐍂 𐐎𐍊𐍀𐌾Ⲋ 𐍈𐍀𐌴-𐌱𐌸-𐍈𐍀𐌴!"

Phantom’s pitch seemed to warp like metal, now twisting and rattling in the air. It gave the impression of a hissing, growling, churning well; like he was speaking through multiple people—or multiple monsters, really—at once.

“And I’ll just grow replacements for them,” Monarch replied, examining her fingernails, looking extremely cool and collected someone who was facing promises of dismemberment. “If you’re gonna threaten me, then maybe aim for something that’ll be more difficult to recover.” 

Another shockwave pounded against the doors from the other side. The entire room shook; you could feel the floor vibrating through your shoes for a long moment. 

Phantom’s voice hummed, shifting from ferocious anger to vicious mockery in a heartbeat. “Like those clones of yours?”

You craned your neck to glance at Monarch through the cage’s bars. You had to bite down a chuckle at the way she stiffened; if there was one thing you and Phantom had bonded over, it was the art of schadenfreude. 

“My clones are scattered across the multiverse,” Monarch contended. “It would take you at least six-thousand-nine-hundred years for you to find all of them!”

She let out an icy snicker that made your spine want to crawl its way out of your back and go somewhere a little more quiet. “ץ๏ย’гє คɭгєค๔ץ ђคɭŦ-รєภเɭє; รђ๏ยɭ๔ภ’Շ ๒є Շ๏๏ ɭ๏ภﻮ ๒єŦ๏гє ץ๏ย’гє คɭɭ Շђє ฬคץ Շђєгє.” 

“Oh, now you’re in for it,” you murmured. Though the speculation was mainly to yourself, you had no doubts that your captor could hear you.

An animalistic roar echoed through the walls, and the doors shook in their frame yet again. This time, the boom was accentuated by the undeniable call of something shattering. 

“𐍊 ꡕ𐌰𐌸 𐌱𐌴 𐐎𐌴ࠋࠋ-𐍈ⱱ𐌴𐍂 𐌰 𐨠𐌷𐍈𐍁Ⲋ𐌰𐍀Ɗ, 𐌱𐍁𐨠 𐍊 𐌰ꡕ 𐍀𐍈𐨠 Ⲋ𐌴𐍀𐍊ࠋ𐌴!”

The latest tremor lingered, not just fading away like the last two strikes. You subconsciously held onto the bars in a white-knuckled grip.

Phantom knew you were here; he wouldn’t make Monarch’s entire palace collapse if it meant the risk of you getting crushed in the rubble. Despite your trust in him, your instincts were on still fire now, screaming that the floor was absolutely going to cave in beneath you at any second.

Phantom spoke up again, dripping with surreal danger. “What about all the souls you’ve gathered? What if I set my sights on those, Moth? They aren’t exactly easy to replace. We both now that better than anyone.”

Monarch stood on her throne, her movement too fluid and quick to be natural. The entire lower-half of her face seemed to have eroded away. Smooth, human-esquse flesh had been replaced by the mandibles you’d seen earlier. They shuddered and snapped, making an odd, almost musical chittering noise.

And right above them. . .her eyes. . .

Her eyes had grown disturbingly wide, rolling around in her head as each of the hexagonal units adorning either of them reflected everything around her. You could see yourself in the corner of them. She was still watching you as much as she was watching Phantom through the doors. 

Her antennae now almost resembled crooked swords, twitching so violently that it was a wonder how her crown stayed in place. 

The lights of the room flickered, growing dark and insidious. The temperature automatically dropped through several degrees; goosebumps prickled over every square-inch of your skin. Your senses were so shocked by the change that you almost didn’t notice the awful chorus of stretching and tearing that coiled through the room. 

By the time you finally looked back at Monarch, you choked on air. 

Her fair skin and silvery locks had just finished practically ripping themselves apart to make way for. . .not bones, perse. An exoskeleton: a shining, jagged, horrific carapace that looked like it was molded from liquefied diamonds. 

The woman was gone.

An enormous insectoid monster stood in her place. 

It was like nothing you’d ever seen before (which was saying something, since you’d seen quite a lot thanks to your relationship with Phantom). 

As though you were looking at the impossible result of a mythical threesome between a primordial praying mantis, spider, and butterfly.  

Far, far too many long, spindly, dagger-like legs and clutching, serrated claws to count. 

At the center of them all was a glowing abdomen that trembled with every breath Monarch took. It ended in a glittering stinger that would make even the world’s sharpest harpoon look like a toothpick. 

Her mandibles were now large enough to easily decapitate you with one bite. Each time they moved, an otherworldly chittering rhythm leaked out.

Four billowing wings as vast and blue as a trench in the ocean, covered in organized lines of piercing eye-spots.

No. . .those weren’t spots. 

Honest-to-fucking-goodness eyes.

And they were still keeping some focus on you. 

Monarch snarled. Against all odds, her voice remained soft. When it mixed with that chittering, however, the sound felt like needles. “ץ๏ย ๔๏ภ'Շ ђคשє Շђє ภєгשє.”

And with that, the doors finally buckled, flying off their hinges to embed themselves in the walls. 

A haze of heat and terrifying energy swept into the room, followed an instant later by another abomination. 

Despite the anxiety prying at your ribs, you still managed to smile. You even felt butterflies in your stomach.

Phantom was here. He’d come to take you back home.

At first, he seemed to be a sentient, slow-moving tornado of smoke. With your personal experience, you knew that he was simply wearing that fog sort of like a cloak. 

As more and more of his true form rippled into the throne room, as all the smoke sliced around him, you could easily see the shapes of bones that all fit together to form a colossal serpentine skeleton. 

A vast array of organs writhed further inside the seemingly endless ribcage, glowing similarly to the embers at the bottom of a firepit. 

That glow had absolutely nothing on Phantom’s eyes, however. 

Then again, you weren’t sure if you could really call them eyes. 

The sockets in his triangle-shaped head emitted spiraling plumes of fire. Beneath them, a maw filled to the brim with serrated fangs; the largest ones dripped with luminescent venom that sizzled as it hit the marble floors. A long, forked black tongue flicked in and out between all those teeth like a party favor. 

So, in short: the richest, purest form of nightmare fuel for anyone with ophidiophobia. . .well, almost. Two arms (only two at the moment. You knew more could be summoned and then retracted at a second’s notice) jutted out from his sides, each ending in a clutch of five talons.

And there was something peculiar pinched between two of those talons. 

“𐨠𐍂𐌸 ꡕ𐌴,” Phantom hissed as he raised his arm to show it off. 

It was spherical in shape, almost looking like one of those pretty glass marbles that always seemed to be in antique stores for whatever reason. 

But you knew better. 

The longer you started at it, the more it seemed to bounce—no, to pulse in the air. It gleamed with a soft, warm, colorful light. A living light. 

That was someone’s soul. 

You’d seen Phantom handling souls before, but those all had been his (technically) legal property, having been signed over to him by his clients. 

Judging by the way Monarch screamed as Phantom tossed it for his other talons to catch, this one had to be part of her collection. 

“𐍊𐨠'Ⲋ 𐍂𐌴𐌰ࠋࠋ𐌸 Ⲋ𐍊ꡕƤࠋ𐌴, ꡕ𐍈𐨠𐌷. . .” Phantom put a little more pressure on the soul in his grasp. It responded via turning a darker shade, almost partially deflating like a smoker’s lung. “𐌸𐍈𐍁 𐨠𐌰𐌺𐌴 Ⲋ𐍈ꡕ𐌴𐨠𐌷𐍊𐍀𐌾 𐍆𐍂𐍈ꡕ ꡕ𐌴, 𐌰𐍀Ɗ 𐍊 𐨠𐌰𐌺𐌴 Ⲋ𐍈ꡕ𐌴𐨠𐌷𐍊𐍀𐌾 𐍆𐍂𐍈ꡕ 𐌸𐍈𐍁.”

Monarch bristled. For a brief, horrible moment, you worried that she would reach over and clamp the cage to crush it around you like a soda can. 

You’d heard stories of her power. As far as you knew, she was one of few beings strong enough to have a stalemate with Phantom. 

The two of them stared at one another for what felt like hours. 

“คภ๔ ץ๏ย คɭฬคץร รคץ ՇђคՇ ๏Շђєг קє๏קɭє ςคภ'Շ Շคкє ן๏кєร,” Monarch accused, clicking her mandibles. She then let out an acidic sigh. “Ŧเภє. ﻮเשє ՇђคՇ ๏ภє ๒คςк Շ๏ ๓є, คภ๔ ץ๏ย ςคภ ђคשє ץ๏ยгร.”

“𐍀𐍈,” Phantom snapped. “𐌸𐍈𐍁 𐌾𐍊ⱱ𐌴 𐨠𐌷𐌴ꡕ ��𐌰ζ𐌺 𐍆𐍊𐍂Ⲋ𐨠.”

Monarch hissed, leaning back, tensing up.

“How about you both move at the same time?” You called out, having finally reclaimed your voice. 

Both of the crimes against nature swiveled their heads in your direction. One part of you instinctually wanted to curl into a ball. The other part stood firm. 

No matter how terrifying Phantom was, no matter how much of a psychological hurdle it always was for you to see him in his true form like this. . .you still knew that he cared about you. He just wanted to keep you safe, to have you stay by his side. Once you were with him again, everything would be fine. 

He and Monarch side-eyed each other. 

One of Monarch’s legs reached over, clutching at the door to the cage. Simultaneously, Phantom pushed his talons, the soul still in his grasp, toward his rival. 

Then, less than a second later, they moved in tandem. 

As Phantom passed that unfortunate soul back to its owner, there was suddenly a gaping hole in the middle of the bars. You sprinted out and across the throne room, just barely managing to not trip over that long blue carpet. 

Phantom met you halfway, one clutch of talons hovering behind you, gently pushing you to stand closer to him. He lowered his skull, angling it to keep his fangs away as you leaned against him, stretching your arms in an awkward attempt to hug him.

“Շђєгє, รєє? ՇђคՇ ฬครภ'Շ ร๏ ђคг๔,” Monarch piped back up. You didn’t look at her, but you could guess at the snide grin slowly-but-surely spreading over her mandibles. Was this part of the adrenaline rush, or. . .whatever she’d been after? “คɭฬคץร ฬเՇђ Շђє ๔гค๓คՇเςร.” 

“𐌸𐍈𐍁'𐍂𐌴 𐍈𐍀𐌴 𐨠𐍈 𐍆𐍁ζ𐌺𐍊𐍀𐌾  𐨠𐌰ࠋ𐌺,” Phantom growled, holding you closer. You could see his horrific excuse for a heart thrashing and shifting through various colors unlike any you’d ever seen on Earth. “𐍊'ꡕ 𐌾𐍈𐍀𐍀𐌰 𐍂𐌴ꡕ𐌴ꡕ𐌱𐌴𐍂 𐨠𐌷𐍊Ⲋ 𐐎𐌷𐌴𐍀 𐍈𐍁𐍂 𐍀𐌴𑀌𐨠 ꡕ𐌴𐌴𐨠𐍊𐍀𐌾 ζ𐍈ꡕ𐌴Ⲋ 𐌰𐍂𐍈𐍁𐍀Ɗ. ʝ𐍁Ⲋ𐨠  𐨠𐌷𐍊𐍀𐌺 𐌰𐌱𐍈𐍁𐨠 𐨠𐌷𐌰𐨠."

[prince-strife]

okay i swear to god i’m not crazy- there was DEFINITELY an AmaLee cover of “You Only Live Once” from yuri on ice, RIGHT????

[astraariel]

eternal snow

pairing: sanji x fem!reader

summary: your love for sanji was unconditional, unfortunately, he didn’t feel the same seeing as there were petals coming out of your mouth.

word count: 3.6K

warnings: spoilers (?) just the name of a character from the whole cake island arc, it’s a modern!au so I don't mention anything about the actual arc!

tags: loosely based on “eternal snow” from fullmoon wo sagashite; angst; hanahaki disease; implied cheating; modern!au; hurt no comfort; lovesick; requited unrequited love

author's note: I think along with everyone opla is taking over my life so it encouraged me to finish this fic I started months ago lol. once again I like angst and this is soooo ooc of sanji he would never cheat I love him so much I’m sorry. on another note, I really like AmaLee’s cover of this song so you can give it a listen if you want to feel the vibe. 

also, ignore the fact that Pudding is sixteen, she’s older than that in this. I couldn’t really think of anyone else to have/didn't want to think of a different character. just know, she’s of age. other than that, ignore grammar mistakes and enjoy♡

──★ ˙ ̟read pt2 here!

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You weren’t entirely sure how you had gotten to this point. You were certain that you two would be together forever. How you had unknowingly lost the one you love so dearly, you would never know.

Sanji was a flirt and you loved it, he could simply say that you looked beautiful today and you’d melt. Hell, that’s how you too met, Nami had introduced you two and Sanji wooed his way into your heart. You knew that he had you in the palm of his hand, but you weren’t sure you could say the same for him.

Sanji was an attentive lover. When he loved, he showered you with his attention. You could always tell that his presence was there whenever you spoke. He’d care and cater to every request you asked of him, not allowing you to lift a single finger. It’s who he was.

You were blinded by your love for Sanji that you never noticed him slipping away from your grasp.

The two of you were currently sitting together on your living room couch. Sanji mentioned there was a new show he wanted to watch, so here the two of you were. Your attention was focused on the TV in front of you while his was on his phone.

You glance at him, “Who’s that?” 

He hadn’t looked away from it for more than 30 seconds throughout the last episode. You watch him out of the corner of your eye as he looks at you. 

“Oh, it's the new dessert chef at the restaurant,” he shuts his phone off, “I've been assigned to help her around and show her the ropes,” he smiles, “It’s nothing, you want popcorn?” 

You turn to him, “Of course I do.” He gets up to walk to your kitchen, “Hey, I love you.”

He walks up behind you and bends down, kissing your head, “And I love you more.” He stands up and you hear him rummaging through the pantry for a popcorn packet. 

You cough slightly, “Could you grab me some water, Sanji?” He shouts back a response but you don’t make it out because you’re too busy pulling a petal out of your mouth.

♡‧₊˚

After that lone petal had made its introduction, it planted itself as a constant. Every so often for the following weeks, you’d feel something weird in your mouth, only to pull out a single flower petal.

You weren’t sure what was going on, but you couldn’t bring yourself to think too much about it. On top of the weird cough you were having, Sanji was also acting off. 

It was small at first, just tiny, little white lies that he’d tell you. 

Like when he’d say he was tired, that he was going to bed, but you could hear him on his phone laughing at something from the room. Or when he claimed that his phone had died and that’s why he hadn’t texted you back even though you were hanging with Nami at the time and he had replied to a video she had sent him a minute after you texted him. 

That was just the first few weeks.

You weren’t sure when the white lies became real lies but it had only spiraled more. You had found that he wasn’t even bothering with lying anymore, simply stating that he was too busy to come over or that he didn’t even want to hang out with you that day.

Sanji would claim to be too tired and not bother to see you for an entire week, but then he’d call you complaining that he missed you and question why the two of you hadn’t gone on a date recently and then insist that he was going to cook dinner for the two of you. Those times were always the best. It made you feel like nothing was wrong. 

It was pure whiplash. 

You were never sure which Sanji you were gonna get that day. Maybe it’d be the Sanji that you loved or this new person who had taken over and wouldn’t even text you back for days on end. 

Recently, he was your loving, doting boyfriend. Which caused you to completely forget about the flower petals you were currently collecting from your mouth when you were being distracted by Sanji’s full attention. 

You were lying on Sanji’s chest recounting your day to him when suddenly the sound of his phone pinging cut you off. 

A quiet chuckle made you peek up at Sanji, his eyes were looking at his phone intently, whatever was on his screen, clearly captivated him more than what was coming out of your mouth.

You sit up, his blatant disinterest in your day annoying you. 

“Did I do something wrong?” Your voice cuts through the room.

He looked up at your now sitting form, it looked like he was just acknowledging your presence.

He lets out a noise of confusion, “What?”

“Are you angry at me? Did I say or do something that pissed you off? Because, please, just tell me, I can't take it anymore.” you pleaded.

You notice Sanji’s body tensing, his brow scrunching in even more confusion. He laughs awkwardly, “Baby, what are you talking about? I’m not angry.” he looks away, “I love you, you know that right?”

And suddenly, you weren’t angry anymore. 

You smiled, “I love you too.”

He glances at his phone again.

But you don’t care, because he loves you. 

Satisfied with his response, you settle back down but are interrupted when you begin to cough. Quickly, you stand up to fetch your handkerchief from your pocket, wiping your mouth swiftly. 

You look back at Sanji, “I’m gonna-” but before you can finish, you feel the familiar flowers clawing their way up your throat. You walk out of the room coughing. 

Sanji doesn’t look up from his phone.

♡‧₊˚

He was late.

Again. 

You were exhausted. The constant lies that you fooled yourself into believing for the sake of your heart were beginning to wear on you. 

The old hoodie you were wearing enveloped you in an attempt to provide yourself some level of comfort that no one could really give you anymore. 

It’s late, around midnight, last you checked. The spaghetti dinner left on the table you had cooked had long gone cold. The Baratie had closed hours ago and Sanji still wasn’t home. 

You sit in complete darkness, the TV is currently rattling off an old rerun of some show you didn’t watch. You’re too tired to get up and find the remote to change the channel so you settle on watching the old comedic sitcom. You’re holding your trusty handkerchief that’s become your best friend in the past months; ready to close around your mouth in an attempt to catch the petals of flowers that’d come up your throat every so often. 

Your eyes glaze over the screen when you hear the door creak open. Footsteps were heard as a soft clatter sounded throughout the room from Sanji setting his keys down on the counter. 

You sit up slowly, in an effort to prohibit any intense coughing. 

Your eyes meet Sanji’s surprised ones, “You’re still awake? It’s late, you should go to bed.” he looks away. 

“You missed dinner.” You look over at Sanji’s form, he’s stiff, you note.

“I stayed late to help close, sorry we can reschedule.” He brushes you off swiftly.

“Was she there?” The argument had already begun, why not fuel it some more?

Sanji whips his head at you, an incredulous look gracing his features. “Who are you talking about?” Acting dumb was never a good look on him. 

Your tired eyes stare at him, “I know you’re spending time with her.” The venom in your tone was palpable.

You were over the lies. You were over the constant tiptoeing between each other, you’re honestly surprised he still even decided to come over. It would have been better for him to stay at his place and just call you in the morning to tell his lie. 

He has balls, you’ll give him that.

“Do you even love me anymore?”  

The silence that surrounded the room was upsetting. Of course, he didn’t, who were you fooling? You had all the proof you needed in all of the trashcans around your house, discarded tissues soaked in blood, and petals filled the bins.

Sanji scoffs, “I don’t know what you want from me.” He doesn't answer the question, “Why are you asking if I love you, you're being needy.” He stares at you before continuing, “If you don’t trust me,” he looks away, “Then maybe we should break up.” With a tone of finality, he turns around and walks toward the door, the sound of it shutting echoing throughout the house.

You’re left alone in the silence, the ticking of the clock on the wall muffling your coughs that were accompanied by flowers and blood. 

♡‧₊˚

With the new development of the blooms coming out of your throat, you felt defeated. You’re not sure what you did in a past life to deserve this. You didn’t wish this on anyone, it was a lonely and awful feeling, physically and emotionally. 

You’ve gotten used to your condition. It had been a month since you’d seen Sanji after he had broken things off and in that month, you would constantly find yourself leaning over the toilet bowl, hacking up blood and flower blooms. 

You finally had the courage to look up what you assumed was hanahaki disease. It was a rare condition, but you were certain that was what was causing you pain. The only cure was to have surgery that resulted in the patient forgetting about whomever they had loved. That you’d act as if nothing had happened, that you’d live in ignorance bliss afterward. 

Sacrificing your heart for your life. 

After that month, you had decided to go to a coffee shop forcing yourself to get out of the house and do something. 

So you went to Sanji’s favorite coffee shop. 

Why you had put yourself through that? You weren't sure.

You remember wrapping your hand around the door handle, ready to walk in when a wisp of light auburn hair had caught your attention inside the cafe. 

There she was. Pudding. The girl who had replaced you. The one who had captivated Sanji’s attention in a way you could only dream of.

Sanji stood beside her, you were certain he couldn't see you from inside, his attention was fully on Pudding’s face, absorbing whatever story she had been telling him. 

He had never looked at you like that.

Did he ever love you? Were you that stupid to even see the truth? Had it been there all along and you were simply too blind to notice?

An “excuse me” had brought you back to reality and had you rushing back to your apartment in hopes of not bumping into Sanji or Pudding. You weren't sure your heart could take it if you were forced to talk to them.

After that defeat you noticed that you were no longer hacking up petals, but fully blossomed flowers, you couldn’t walk for a long distance without wheezing, the flowers constricting your airways preventing you from wanting to do anything. You knew you were nearing the final stage, soon roots were going to begin to show up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go to a doctor. You had read that the longer you kept this from being treated, you’d enter the point of no return. 

So, you simply waited.

Your mind was reeling. You never wanted to stop loving Sanji. You didn’t care about the pain that it brought you. 

You don’t care that you still long to have Sanji tell you that he loves you. To tell you and for you not to immediately have to turn away and cough up blood and flowers. 

You missed him. You yearned for him.

After Nami had found out why you and Sanji broke up, she went on a rant about how she was going to kill him, on how he could have done this to you. You weren't sure if you had ever seen her get so angry before. 

But even after that, you confessed that you still loved him. 

She proceeded to call you insane, but she simply didn’t understand. She didn’t know about how his eyes would sparkle when he would go on about a new recipe that he developed and how he was certain that it was going to be the new hit at the Baratie. She didn’t know how bashful he got when you complimented him on his food. How he’d kiss you like how it was the first time you were kissing each other.

You loved him. And you would forever love him.

But he haunted your life. Leaving you lying at night, not even allowing you to find comfort in your dreams since he haunted those too. When you’d close your eyes you could only mourn for the love that once was. To mourn for him even though he was alive and well, but could you say the same for yourself?

You had long accepted that you were going to die. If anything, you willed it. Never did you want to forget your love for Sanji. The idea that you would never be able to recall how he made your heart pound every time he’d look at you, would be a nightmare.

But you were tired. 

In the months after the cafe incident you would go through phases where the pain would turn to anger, cursing Sanji, wishing you two had never met, wishing that Nami had never introduced you too. 

But the anger would never stay directed towards Sanji. It would always circle back to you. And anger would turn to pity and pity would turn to sadness. 

You wanted to cry and scream at the sky, to yell at the world, to question why love felt this way. Why couldn't he just love you back, why were you being punished for simply loving him unconditionally?

You suffocate yourself in the love that you have for Sanji. Sacrificing your every breath to simply feel the true and fierce love you felt for him. You’d cry until you were gasping for air, til you were choking up flowers that were clogging your lungs. You wished, begged, for it to go away. Wishing that you had never fallen for him. 

But even with all the pain he caused you. You could never hate him.

You could never hate Sanji.

You can’t even bring yourself to hate Pudding, it wasn't her fault that Sanji was infatuated with her rather than you.

And you could never truly hate him for that.

The sterile white walls and the smell of disinfectant wafting through the air brought you back to reality. 

Recalling how hours before Nami had found you on the ground of your bathroom, post-hacking your brains out from the various blooms of flowers that rose from your throat at what seemed like at every hour of the day as of recently. You hadn’t heard her call for you when she entered your apartment so you weren’t able to hide anything from her. 

“Are you insane?” Her voice ricocheted in the bathroom after you had explained to her what had been happening to you for the last couple of months.

You were numb the entire car ride to the hospital as Nami yelled at you for being so careless. 

“Why are you letting that boy kill you?” 

Why were you? 

Why were you putting yourself through this pain, knowing he would never love you again?

The recent memory reminded you of Nami’s presence on the side chair that was placed beside the crunchy bed you were currently sitting on. Her brown eyes met yours and smiled softly at you. 

“You’re gonna be okay.” Nami’s attempt at reassurance was comforting to you for 5 seconds before the door swung open revealing the doctor. 

“Hello,” she said your name, “you’re the one with hanahaki disease, correct?” You glance over at Nami before replying to the doctor in confirmation. “Well, unfortunately, it has been developing for a while and if you had come just a little bit later it would have been untreatable, so I highly suggest proceeding with the procedure as soon as possible.”

Your hands grew clammy. This was it. You were going to be relieved from this grueling life you had found yourself in. You would finally be able to go back to normal. 

Normal. 

Would it truly be normal if you didn’t love Sanji anymore? Could you truly live with yourself knowing that you gave up the one thing that has been keeping you going? You guess you wouldn’t actually remember your love for him if you did the surgery but your heart would know. Your soul would know. 

You wished that all of this pain would go away. Longing to run back to Sanji, for him to stop the anguish that you felt. To have him whisper that he loved you and for you to not cough up flowers anymore. To know that he truly meant the words that he was saying.

You wondered how your life would have gone if you had never fallen for Sanji. Would your life still lead you to this very moment of hell that you’re living currently? You would think that hell would be hot, blazing with heat, but all you felt was the coldness of lies that you believed that spewed from Sanji’s lips when he spoke to you. 

You would like to think that you wished you had never fallen into this trap. That your heart never fell for him, but you knew better. You knew that he had your heart from the beginning. You were doomed from the first interaction.

Wasn’t it a true act of love if you could let the person go? Wouldn’t it be the final seal of approval of your love if you went through with the surgery? The love that you felt for Sanji would be proven by this simple act. 

You felt Nami’s hand grab yours. Her eyes were filled with remorse, a sadness that you could distinguish as the same sadness that you saw in your eyes ever since that first petal came to be.

Anticipatory grief.

She was grieving your love for him already, grieving for your heart, how you would never love again, how you would never love him again.

You sigh. 

♡‧₊˚

You wake up to the soft murmurs of the television in the corner of the room. 

Your mind was hazy, from what, you weren't entirely sure yet. It felt as if you had lost something like it was on the tip of your tongue, but you just couldn’t think of exactly what it was.

Guess it wasn’t important.

Your eyes wander over to your surroundings, the hospital room is bare except for the basic, usual furniture. Your eye caught movement out of the corner of your eye, turning your face to examine what it was.

A balloon with the words “Get well soon!” fills your vision, and your gaze scans over the hearts that surround the bubble letters in bright yellow hues. You reach over the side table to grab the card that sat under the balloon. 

Hope you feel better - Nami.

Sad that you had missed your friend, you made a mental note to pay her a visit after you were discharged from the hospital to thank her.

A soft knock echoed throughout the room, your attention to the door opening revealing the doctor. “Hi, glad you’re awake. The procedure was a success. You should be good to go soon, but take it easy for the next two weeks.”

The procedure.

You quickly scour your brain for answers of who it was you loved but came up short. 

Guess that was the point, wasn’t it? 

Before you could thank the doctor, rushed footsteps were heard outside the room, hasty knocks piercing the air along with the clamor of the door opening quickly. 

Sanji’s blond hair comes into view, and he stands, wide-eyed, near the doorframe. He was panting slightly, a sign that he possibly had been running before he got here. 

He says your name quietly, the doctor gives you a nod before excusing herself from the room to give you guys privacy. 

“Sanji,” you smile brightly at him, “Did you get off of work? Why are you here?”

His eyes shift over to the balloon on the stand beside the bed. “Nami told me about the…procedure.”

“Really?” you roll your eyes teasingly, “It’s not that big of a deal honestly, that Nami. Always the worrier, thank you for visiting me though, you’re a good friend, Sanji.” You look away before you can notice Sanji’s face falling. 

You look back at him, “Oh, could you take me home? I probably shouldn’t be driving right now.” you laugh quietly and scan Sanji’s face. His mind seemed to be somewhere else, perhaps he was really busy at the restaurant. “If you can, if not I’ll just call Nami.” 

“No,” he clears his throat, “Yeah I can take you home.” 

You offer him a smile, “Thanks, hey I think I may have to fill out some paperwork. Could you grab it while I go change?” You begin to stand up slowly before he rushes over to help you up.

You look up at him to thank him again when you realize his eyes are watering. 

Weird. 

Your eyebrows knit in worry, “Hey, are you okay?”

He blinks rapidly while looking away from you. His hand lets go from his grasp on your arm and runs it through his blonde hair while turning away from you. “Yeah, I’m fine.” he coughs, “Uh, I’m gonna go look for those papers.”

He walks out of the room before you can respond, leaving you slightly confused but you shake it off before you begin to look for your clothes. 

You don’t see Sanji standing outside the doorway, coughing up a flower petal. 

[therabbitthatpostthings]

My knowledge of Vtubers starts and stops with Kizuna Ai. The only reason I know of most big VTubers is because I genuinely am fascinated in the way model rigging works and because two singers I followed YEARS ago are now Vtubers (AmaLee and Bao The Whale)

With that being said, watching Nijisanji make the biggest PR mistake of their life over the past week has been the funniest shit ever. Like GODDAMN. I have learned more about the financial instability of this one company in three days than I ever have since the dawn of Vtubers. I have never been interested Vtubers before (aside from the two mentioned above cause I watched them when I was like 14), this situation alone has made me want to consume so much VTuber material.

Anyway good luck and great wishes on Doki's come back to the internet.

[laora-ryn]

My most significant albums of 2024! (tagged by @sapphireswimming)

In no particular order, I just put them in the grid in the way that makes them look nice:

Revolt by Wild Fire || Children of Night by Jonathan Young || Casting Shadows by Aviators

Odyssey by Valiant Hearts || Fill in the Blank by Fivefold || Sea Shanty Metal by Jonathan Young

Carnal by Nothing More || Equivalence by AmaLee || History Books by The Gaslight Anthem

Honorary mentions go to these songs, which I had on repeat enough to make the most-played list, but I didn't listen to much of the album itself:

I'll Be Okay by Nothing More

Watch Me Burn by Silent Theory

White Noise by NateWantsToBattle

Sirens by All Good Things

Half-Truism by The Offspring

Tragedy + Time by Rise Against

Get Away by House of Heroes

Life Is Beautiful by Sixx:A.M.

The Greatest Show by Hugh Jackman

Mass Destruction by Lotus Juice

Turns out I listen to WAY too much Spotify, who knew!

I'm always really bad at tagging people, so please just consider yourself tagged if you want to do the thing!

[alurlssrinbled]

@bloodtwin spoke: 🎶 + neth and puck <3

⚔︎ ▍ Ship Songs!! ▍ ♪

Their main song: "Die For You" - Starset (UGHHHHHHH I ADDED THIS SONG TO HER PLAYLIST PURELY WITH THEM IN MIND!! I think this kind of fits either of them in different ways and different places~ Like earlier in the game, Neth always hiding behind a front and Puck seeing glimpses of her and putting up with her despite her cold nature. And then later in the game, it flips and Neth is the one wanting to follow him even as he becomes more distant. And both of them care SO MUCH for the people who matter to them, and they're both so self-sacrificial?? And I can't speak for Puck, but Neth would WITHOUT A DOUBT die for him, and UGHHHHHH THIS SONGGGGG-)

The Song that plays during a romantic scene between the two: "Only Us" - Dear Evan Hansen (I think this song would be REALLY sweet for them~ Just that sort of "Alright, going forward, I don't want you to worry about any of the other things. Because we're okay now. And I choose you." thing is VERY sweet and VERY Neth @ Puck in act 3 and onward~)

A Song to play in the background of a battle: "Wolf In Sheep's Clothing" - Set It Off, but specifically the NateWantsToBattle and AmaLee version (so I don't know if this means fighting together or against each other, but I'm just going with the later XDD If the two of them ever somehow fought each other, it would be due to a betrayal of some sort (and he probably decided to embrace the urges for some reason...) SO....I like this song~ XDD There's the obvious wolf mention, but this version is a duet which is nice, plus the girl's part is very Neth-coded anyway~)

The Song that plays during their wedding/most important date night: "Shut Up and Raise Your Glass" - Moulin Rogue, Musical (Kind of thinking outside the box for this one? Not really going for wedding or important date night, but more like....maybe the Wither's party or something? Or hell, maybe even something sooner? (even possibly the Tiefling party way before they're even dating!!) The idea is that Neth and Puck are dancing, maybe he's feeling a little down bad, and their friends are there with them and everyone's finally happy for a change and it's just a great time~)

The Song that plays during a fight/sad moment: okay i can't find a song that fits this for the life of me....but i don't know too many "fight" or "sad moment" songs XDD

The Song that describes my muse's current feelings/thoughts about your muse: "Heart Attack (Rock Version)" - Demi Lovato (hehe.... So we jump around a fair amount to different points in their relationship, and I decided to go with a very "medium" point for this~ Neth's starting to feel the feelings with this~ She isn't like a 'I don't usually put any effort in' person because she doesn't do romance anyway, but the 'ohhhhhh shit, I'm feeling things, i do NOT know how to feel about that' is pretty Neth XDD)

The song that plays if they were to ever break-up: "I Say No" - Heathers (.................would he ever agree to go 'bhaalspawn' and try to drag her with him? bc...........this song......uwu~ a line has been crossed~)

The song that plays when my muse thinks of yours: "I Won't Say I'm In Love" - Hercules (HA this is a joke but also not XDD she starts getting feelings for him and is just "NO, NOT this one, this is NOT the one I fall for" XDD But once she's actively in a relationship with him, she'll think much softer thoughts about him~ she'll love her silly dog pookie very much~)

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

On Air [Chapter Five] Sweet As Sin [Alastor]

A/n: I apologize that this story took me so long to update. This chapter was a bit of a pain, but I appreciate the patience. Thank you all. Please enjoy.

The song that Aelia starts to sing in this chapter is 'Tot Musica', the version done by Amalee. 

Warning(s): depression, OC, singing, anger and disgust, murder, blood, mentions of abuse, demon powers, master/pet dynamic, dark themes, OC is a former serial killer.

Tag list: @dndmaniac

No Minors Allowed!!

A deep sense of uselessness haunted Aelia as she wearily stared up at the purple-tinted sky from her perch in Butcher Town. Her first day searching for a client, much to her disappointment, was met with failure. It was as she had feared; this task was much too great for her. 

Alastor would be disappointed. Aelia tightened her jaw. The last thing she wanted to do was fail him, his praise meant the world to her. At the mere thought, her heart raced but at her core, she knew what awaited her was a look of reproach. 

Aelia did not want to return to the lodge empty-handed with her wings dragging the ground, but what choice did she have? Dusk was drawing near and ground zero was for once silent as the grave. It seemed like once it got dark, the Sinners had better places to be. 

With a heavy sigh, she rested on her back and opted to give it a little more time. Perhaps someone desperate would eventually fall into her lap.

Dream on, girl. 

Aelia stretched her stiff wings. A break would do her some good; she was exhausted and irritated at being told to fuck off by those uninterested in her uncertain offers. Nothing was working for her. Humans on Earth were much easier to manipulate it seemed. She honestly needed a better approach, but that could wait. 

Aelia was at peace. Being up high made her feel unreachable. She loved it, and despite the scent of smoke in the air, Butcher Town had its own special charm. It strangely reminded her of cookouts in the summer with her parents; the scent of wood smoke permeated the stale air. 

A fond smile pulled at her lips, and then her voice rose in song. 

“Whoa, hey, hey, whoa…”

Her silvery voice brought chills to her arms. It had been years since she had sung out loud; a habit she had often done to soothe herself. But now, to her shock, the pitch of her voice was strong and clear. It sounded almost ethereal and made her feel alive. The air around her even felt energized.

Aelia took a winded breath and sat up. What was this feeling? Her feathers tingled as though an electric current had shot through them.

“We will rejoice when we get the freedom promised. The freedom so many die–”

A horrified shrill scream echoed from down below. It took Aelia a moment to react, and though she should have felt concerned, all she could feel was irritation. Who would dare to interrupt her? It felt like the weight of the world had crashed onto her shoulders. She stood and crawled onto the parapet, then glanced down at the smoldering wreckage below. 

At first, she did not see a single person. Then from the corner of her eye, a Sinner similar to a crocodile with dark cross-branding on their slender tail darted out from the corner of a nearby building. Their snout was narrow and their build was slim with pale yellow interconnected scales that indicated they were both young and female, but Aelia was not for certain. She raised a curious brow, watching the reptilian for a moment as she ran in terror past heaps of burning trash and patches of scorched earth, but to her shock, a gun demon gave chase, aiming a large caliber rifle at her that appeared to be in place of its left forearm. 

“¡Papá (Dad)!” The reptilian screamed. “¡Ayuda (Help)!”

What was that dialect? Spanish? 

A weird feeling of nostalgia washed over Aelia making her uneasy, but in the end, she opted to ignore the altercation. It was not her problem, she had her own issues to deal with. As she stepped off the parapet, a shrill gunshot halted her. Why did she flinch? It was sudden, yes, but expected. For a brief moment, to her annoyance, she imagined herself in the victim’s place.

“Please. No…I’m sorry. I swear.”

She shivered in disgust. How irritating. Some memories were better off locked in her head.

With a growl, Aelia bent over the edge again. She had expected to see a lifeless body down below but to her surprise, the reptilian had been merely nicked and was very much alive. Though, not for much longer.

The gun demon was starved for blood, driven by some inhuman motive, and closing in like a 90s horror movie slasher. Their aim was horrendous in Aelia’s opinion but they did manage to slow her down by maiming her right leg. The reptilian was persistent though. She limped in a panic across the grime-covered ground, trailing crimson blood behind her in a poor attempt to put some distance between herself and her assailant. 

But the gun demon easily caught up and slammed the rifle into her head with a loud smack. As she fell to the ground, struggling to pick herself up, the demon watched in glee. Even from above, Aelia could see the hint of arousal on their face. It struck a nerve in her that she honestly had not felt in a long time.

He liked it when he hurt me. Couldn't get it up unless I was in tears.

Aelia did not know any better. She was young when she met him, and stupid when he convinced her that he was the only person who truly loved her. He made her a puppet; a sad worthless shell of a human. But then Alastor came along and insisted that she grow a backbone and take back her life. 

Aelia felt her throat tighten as tears stung her stormy eyes. She was not a pathetic sobbing mess anymore and this display of power and control over another disgusted her. With fury behind the wheel, her wings rose and her feathers fluffed. The gun demon rested the barrel of the rifle against the reptilian’s head and chuckled as she pleaded.   

“No…please.” 

Aelia tightened her jaw. She had not seen her ex in years and yet she was seeing fleeting traces of him on the gun demon. She could not bear it. Raising her arm, the primary ombre feathers on both her wings disconnected and shot down like an arrow, circling the abuser in a frenzy.     

“What the fuck is–”

Before the gun demon could finish, Aelia clenched her hand into a tight fist, and the feathers turned their hollow shafts, piercing their skin one by one in quick succession. The illusion of her ex had become a human pincushion, writhing and shouting in pain for compassion, but Aelia had none to give. Jets of blood soiled everything with a meter of their body as her feathers continued to lance them. 

Then she offered mercy. 

Aelia raised a thin finger and motioned down with it. A primary, colored gray and blue shot through the top of the demon’s head in a gruesome fashion. A garbled cry poured from their mouth, and then they fell to the ground with a wet slap. 

Panting, Aelia watched the demon’s body twitch. She might have overdone it just a bit. Alastor did say Sinners were more resilient than they looked, but she was certain this one was dead. She turned her eyes to the reptilian, witnessing a plethora of emotions wash over her bloodstained face; relief, confusion, then fear as her yellow eyes noticed Aelia on the top of the building. Then in horror, she limped off into the shadow of a nearby alleyway, leaving her rescuer feeling a bit irritated.  

You're welcome.

Aelia leaped off the parapet and sat down in exhaustion. She needed a moment to breathe. A lot had come over her; emotions that she thought would not haunt her in the afterlife. Fear and bitterness…thoughts of him. For some reason, her past still had a grip on her. 

We're all Sinners here, some worse than others. I can't start attacking every person who reminds me of him.

Her stomach churned with unease. The next time–

“Hello, my dear,” A familiar voice suddenly greeted her. 

Aelia squeaked in fear and turned to face Alastor near the parapet, who had somehow snuck up on her. She did not even hear or see him walk onto the roof.   

“You scared me.”

The said man widened his smile and then glimpsed off the edge, humming in delight. 

“You've had a rather productive day, haven't you?”

It was as if he knew what she had been doing. Aelia frowned, standing to greet him. As much as she did not want to bring it up, she felt as though she must. 

“I've had no luck with making a deal.”

The sound of static filled her fears but when Alastor faced her, he did not look mad or upset by her revelation. Still, Aelia was shaken. 

“There is still time. I know I–”

“It's quite alright, bèt kay (pet). I know you won't fail me.” He paused to glance back at the body of the gun demon on the ground below. “Why look how much you've already advanced. You've made the utmost impression on me.”

Aelia was unaware, but the hearts returned to her eyes. She felt suddenly warm, as though all her worries had been erased.

“I'm delighted you think so, master.”

Her wings lifted in response but to her horror, she noticed that many of her feathers were missing. Aelia widened her eyes; it looked like she was molting.

This is a bit embarrassing.

Heat swept across her face. She was new to her body and not certain if the feathers would even grow back or not. It's not like it came with an instruction manual she could consult.  

Tucking her wings tight against her body, she turned the subject of the conversation over to him. 

“Was your outing pleasant?”

“As pleasant as one can expect from Butcher Town, my dear,” Alastor remarked. 

He longed for the day of his return. It was drawing near, but time was ticking by ever so slowly in his opinion.

“But that's neither here nor now.” He paused to twirl his cane, pointing toward the door that led to the roof. “Let us return to the lodge. There is something I want to show you.” 

Aelia felt a bit gloomy, but she nodded and silently followed him from the roof. Back home, she made Alastor a cup of coffee and herself some warm tea, honey vanilla chamomile; a drink she took delight in knowing that he purchased for her considering his dislike for it, and sat with him at the dining table. 

With a snap of his fingers, a flier of some type appeared in front of her. It almost looked like a young child made it, decorating the page with rainbows and sticks of cotton candy. The name ‘Happy Hotel’ was written at the top. 

“A penny for your thoughts,” Alastor inquired. 

“It's…colorful,” Aelia remarked. 

She honestly didn't know what to think about it. It was something she expected to see in Hell. The flier did not give much detail other than asking: Would you like to be cured? What did that even mean? Aelia sat it down and took a sip of her tea, humming as the two cubes of sugar she had added, sweetened it to her liking. 

“Is this another one of the projects you mentioned?”

Alastor widened his smile. 

“It could be. In the next few days, I'll know for sure.” He paused to take a drink, then sat the mug on the table. “This project will be one I require your aid with.” 

Aelia felt her heart race. 

“Of course. I would be–”

“Should you of course obtain a soul,” he interrupted.

The weight of the world felt like it was resting on her shoulders. Aelia felt overwhelmed. She did not know what reason Alastor wanted her to complete this task, but she knew it must have been important to him. 

“I understand,” she uttered. 

Alastor tilted his head, gauging her. Despite the consequences, she was undoubtedly trying. It pleased him.

“A suggestion, my dear. A smile is a valuable tool. In your arsenal, it shows you are confident even when you are not, and to desperate Sinners, it shows that you are the one holding all the cards.” 

Was it really that simple? A smile. Who was she to question Alastor? He won her over with a few kind words. Aelia at least felt a bit more confident with his words resting in her mind. 

“A smile. I can do that.”

To emphasize her point, she smiled at him. 

Alastor was elated. He took a shot in the dark with this one, and so far, his gamble was paying off. 

“My dear, you are sweet as sin.”  

[melishade]

Not sure if you were asked by this question but what kind of theme song would you put for your story and the different timelines?

Oh I have talked extensively about putting certain songs in AOP, but I was never asked to talk about the different timeline.

First time for everything right?

Dark Timeline

So the Dark Timeline is a timeline of dread and horror. You think of something like devastation because Shockwave is that much of a monster who will defy the laws of everything just because he fucking can.

So something like this would be the main theme:

Shockwave is just a force that can't be stopped. This is the music that I would want for the Dark Timeline

(Also check out Samuel Kim. He's great)

Revenge Timeline

Well kind of obvious, it's gotta be a revenge song, like Hell's Comin With Me or Wolf in Sheep's Clothing. But Starscream is the Prince of Vos. His theme has to be classy in his eyes and show his obsession in destroying Megatron and Optimus and ruling the galaxy. So something like this revenge playlist:

Chaos Timeline

Soundwave is also out for revenge, but there also betrayal laced in those story because Megatron and Soundwave have a much deeper connection compared to all the other Decepticons. But Soundwave is also a professional spymaster who's heavily reliant on technology. So his theme would also have some sort of techno vibe to it. Maybe like the darker version of Miguel's theme in Across the Spiderverse or Spot 2.0.

Can't Pretend by Tom Odell is a good one but it's not techno.

War Timeline

It's just all the themes from both TFP and AOT just being played. Although Amalee's cover of Guren No Yumiya is a perfect song for the War Timeline because of the techno elements to it.

Beloved Timeline

Any song that deals with soulmates, reuniting lovers, all that soft shit. Because both Optimus and Elita thought they would never see each other again until they became one with the Allspark. So to be reunited again, there's no greater feeling than that.

So something like Han Zimmer's One Day from Pirates of the Carribean. Or the first half of Epic III from Hadestown (I love that musical)

Although the songs after Optimus and Elita reunite and slowly learn more about each other and fall in love all over again are songs like this:

Or this (Cody Fry is awesome)

Deity Timeline

So Predaking is seen as a god by the people of Hizuru, which is something that he's wanted: to be treated with respect. Would he be someone with a god complex? Maybe. Predaking at the end of the day is a cloned, traumatized, two-year-old trying to find his place in the world. So there would have to be a theme that would show his power, but at the same time show hints of vulnerability in the melody or something.

Maybe something like this:

But this theme is more for someone who is a villain and Predaking's more of an anti-hero in the Deity Timeline. The idea of what I mentioned is still there.

However, I would like to imagine that whenever Predaking takes someone flying, its a way that he's slowly opening up his spark to the world and the music for that would be more hopeful if that makes sense.

Peaceful Timeline

The Peaceful Timeline is all about love, healing, growth, moving forward, etc. It's about broken people learning to heal with each other's help. It's about Ymir getting the peaceful life she so desperately deserved. It's about Optimus learning to be selfish for once and Megatron learning to be kind. So I can create a huge ass list-! But here are songs that I think fit and I've already thought about using.

For Ymir's wedding lol

Take it out on me by One Republic

And that's it for now. I had to really think about this one, but I enjoyed it.

[midnightskraptor]

top 5 bands?

I'm going to interpret this as top 5 music artists because otherwise we're getting nowhere with this lmao

In no specific order - Yonkagor - Ivycomb - Cavetown - The Living Tombstone - CG5

Honourable mentions is all the vocaloid and anime intros/outros I listen to from nobody specific enough to mention. Also the artists of the covers of songs I listen to because I like them Very Much, plus they've made a few originals that are really cool too! (Rachie, AmaLee, and Will Stetson for instance)

[transingthoseformers]

It is MTMTE Tarn. I anoned on the forst by accident while typing.

So our opener to Rise of Tarn, which is the current draft title. Mostly because the entire Rise of the Monarch album by AmaLee is this story.

During the Dying of the Light Part 6: Do Not Go Gentle, when Megatron starts to activate the antimatter, Tarn tries to activate his own contingency that would teleport him and his crew back to the Peaceful Tyranny. Except antimatter and Trailcutter's forcefield interfere and they are ripped through the fragile multispace that has been manipulated so frequently in this planet and around Megatron's life specifically.

Tarn and the DJD do teleport, but it is to the scuttled remains of the Turbulent Democracy in the Shattered Glass world, which has become part of the Decepticons base. Tarn is found by Shockwave and mostly destroyed and due to his memory glitching and the last thing he heard being "Glitch" he looks up at Shockwave brightly colored and with a voice he recognizes as lively and emotional and calls him "T-Teacher" before cutting off.

Tarn wakes up to find he has been repaired by Shockwave and Soundwave who were talking in another room. He is still very weak and still being repaired and finds Soundwave strangely gentle and bright. Shockwave is so much like his Senator self but louder. 

It becomes clear neither recognize him and that there is something off about them. Tarn knows enough to keep quiet and wait and the Waves gently break it to him that his team didn't make it.

They are both a little disturbed because Shockwave remembers a student he did have, a young Empurata named Glitch who died early during the round up lead by the Council before the Prime gutted them to claim his own power. It was a death that still haunts him. 

Soundwave is concerned because Tarn feels dangerous and hurt and like a relentless chaos of pain and confusion. As he puts it "he doesn't even know how he will fall" and is slowly getting to know him. Soundwave just calls him out on his lies and Tarn stops hiding and is venomous and snapping and Soundwave takes it in stride. It reminds him painfully of Nickel and Kaon and his team Before.

Tarn is actually making progress under Soundwave's delicate care and Shockwave reminding him of who Glitch and Damus were.

He gets off his addictions and is sober for the first time in centuries and enjoying music. Shockwave gets very excited about his powers and the healing properties which Tarn has never considered. Soundwave and he do a lot of music therapy and cautiously he is introduced to the writing of this world's Decepticons, skirting around Megatron but reading other essays and arguments. He enjoys it.

It's a soft time and the calm before the storm.

Yessssssss

The multiverse and Megatron have such a history, not to mention just everything going down at the moment they're in, this makes some sense in universe

Cool as fuck that his counterpart is just... not there in sg. No sg Tarn in this scenario, glitch died as glitch.

Naturally the SG waves are so very confused and shaken up and afraid tbh of this situation, because I HC that BL Tarn just has this ☆aura☆ around him that makes your instincts s̷̠̿c̵̰͝r̴̺͒e̴͈̽ã̶̹m̸̪͒

Oh that's gonna hurt. That's gonna hurt so much, all that pain and reunion and hope just going to ho all to shit. The waves realized this version of Tarn is way so way so way so different than SG Glitch, and they're trying so hard to help him. They're making progress. He's doing relatively well.

And we're gonna rip that right away

[omgkalyppso]

On Repeat

Thank you for thinking of me @littleplasticrat! (:

I was tagged to put my music on shuffle and share 10 songs.

I'll tag @bosspigeon, @bladesandstars, @razrogue, @klkirbles, @sevarix-blogs (I know you like music even if your music can't be shuffled) and YOU.

A Kind of Magic by Queen

Who Knew by P!NK - cw for drug overdose / death mention

Final Thoughts by AP Dhillon

Lost In Japan by Shawn Mendes

The Edge of Dawn version AmaLee; flashing images tw

Shadow by Jassa Dhillon

White Light by Gorillaz

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not by She Wants Revenge

I Prefer Your Love by St. Vincent

Show It 2 Me by Night Club; flashing images tw, skulls, surrealism

[empress-lillith]

Good evening.

I now strongly believe we may be plural.

If I am indeed correct in that assumption, I shall speak on behalf of all of us despite not being sure if the others would agree.

I am also not quite through the discovery process of how many we are, and indecisive on names as usual. Some differences between the others seem to be quite minor, sadly.

However, I, the one of us writing this, can confidently introduce myself as... well.

I'm not sure yet. I feel slightly uncomfortable to claiming the name Monarch so simply, as that is the name of the Avatar of AmaLee, as I do revere and respect her, and she is a wonderful inspiration, but that makes me worry about being seen as an nothing but imitation, which I certainly am not.

So I am uncertain if I wish to go with Monarch, and Sovereign, while it is a beautiful word, sounds unsuited for a name. I shall keep considering the choice of name for now.

I do believe that it is quite rare that it is I that front, but we shall see. Maybe I will continue speaking about this topic on behalf of us, as I believe that none of us has ever been as certain as me now that we are indeed plural. We have been speculating, however I believe this is the first time one of us considered it a certainty, or mentioned it so brazenly anywhere public that it's even just a consideration.

Now, I shall leave and wish you all goodnight. And yes, I can type "normally", however, I do consider this more appropriate, and more entertaining and honest to myself. I simply don't get to talk like this a lot. Let us be honest, people would make fun of me.

However. If you do that here, I am relieved in knowing that I have the power to banish you. I wondered if that is what "ban" is short for. Would be quite appropriate.

Now, I believe no one should get tired of reading my words, but I do believe that people will not actually bother starting when posts get too long, so I shall wish you all;

A wonderful and restful night.

> Monarch.

Name pending

[lunar-insanity]

Aight @britishsass tagged me and it looks like fun! Lessee... Five Songs I'm Currently into.

Let's start off with Poison! I haven't really kept up well with Hazbin Hotel or Helluva, but the songs will eventually invade my dash and DAMN! S'great song, animation in the show for the song is great too, fav part is absolutely the end stanza

Aaah Luck Runs Out from Epic. I just love chorus so much! And "Don't forget how dangerous the Gods are!" Is such a good starting point for any scene in my head, with one trying to warn the other so desperately

This is a new one I discovered recently and it's really good to have just looping for a while. You need a "You'll be fine" song? Here's your song

Can I just dump a whole album on here?

I'm just gonna chuck this entire album on here. If I'm listening to the Maybe Man, I'm listening to the WHOLE DAMN ALBUM. It's... honestly the closest to how I feel bout my life rn. Especially "DJ Is Crying For Help" and "Inertia"

Last one is Hand of God. I will BELT this thing out with all the strength I've got. It's got so much power and I love how everything crescendos in the 2nd half of the song. The building choir just... Beautiful

~ I don't got anyone I can really tag so Imma leave it here with some honorable mentions!

Yosemite and Jericho by Iniko Devotion by Amalee Savage Daughter by Ekaterina Shelehova Next Up Forever by AJR Creative Mind by Nathan Wagner A Little Theorizing by Stupedium Self-Proclaimed Angel by KAT Haunted by Laura Les EPIC by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

[ninthfeather]

Tagged by @sapphireswimming to list my most significant albums of 2022

Top Albums: Arknights Contingency Contract Original Soundtrack by Various Artists | This Is How To Be In Love With You by Shiina Mahiru (CV: Okasaki Miho) | The Book 3 by Yoasobi | V by SawanoHiroyuki[nZk] | My Ninja Way by Amalee | Parties Are For Losers Season 1 by Ferry | Summer Blooms Without You by Rachie | Human by Reona | Ten by Queen Bee |

Honorable Mentions: Mephisto EP by Queen Bee | Tear Drop by Kashiki Yuuno (CV: Aisaka Yuuka) | Kamiiro Awase by binaria

Tagging: @presumenothing, @mirrorfalls, @the-stray-liger, and @pagingdoctorbedlam (if you want to do it!)

[volo-omnia]

FUCK YOU, VOLO THEMED PLAYLIST BE UPON YE

KING MALA - Cult Leader

Rosenfeld - Do It For Me

KING MALA - Martyr

Barns Courtney - Sinners

Sam Smith - Unholy (my choice is the Japanese cover by Shayne Orok, but honestly every version of this song works. Alternatively the heavy rock cover by KAYLA KING is also a notable mention)

AmaLee - Drink Your Light

Guchiry - Orthodoxia

GHOST- Honey I'm Home

2WEI - Toxic

Billie Eilish - all the good girls go to hell

(G)I-DLE - Oh My God

IDKHBTFM - Choke

Florence + The Machine - Bedroom Hymns

Voltaire - Almost Human

half alive - creature

NEW ADDITIONS:

Sloppy Jane - Bark Like A God

Gang of Youths - Achilles, Come Down

Billie Eilish - you should see me in a crown

Don't Stop - Innerpartysystem

Hozier - Foreigner's God

Edit: Some of these songs I'm not 100% fit because I'm working on vibe. If you don't see it idk how else to explain it