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okkotsuus · 2 months

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"YOU'RE AS BEAUTIFUL AS THE DAY I LOST YOU" (katsuki b.) !

features: katsuki bakugo

contents: fantasy au. angst. hurt/comfort/more hurt. mutual pining. barabrian!katsuki. fem!reader. childhood friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again. kidnapping. grief. crying. implied panic attack. major character death. no beta we die like men. 3.9k

notes: i've been yearning desperately to make bakugo say stoick's famous line from httyd2 (my second favorite movie)... if there's interest i'm considering continuing this into the canon verse with it being these two 'reincarnated'.

tagging: @saexy (for enabling and encouraging me in killing off characters) & @meristryker (for enabling me in the gc like a real one)

never in all his life did the great katsuki bakugo think that he would ever love someone enough that he could die. watching the loving smiles of his parents, the gentle caress of his father's hand to soothe his mother's unbridled anger: it made his stomach churn.

yet, at the tender age of seven, while on a trip to a nearby village to discuss the war shifting on the horizon, he finds himself absolutely smitten by their chieftain's daughter. wide e/c eyes peeking out from behind her mother's leg, hands clutching onto the hem of the long skirt.

katsuki finds himself enamoured in that instance, seeing sweet you, looking at the boy with such curious eyes. he stomps over to you: temper even fiery in his youth. his hand grabs onto yours as he hauls you out from behind the safety of your mother.

under the dim candlelight of the meeting room, flickering flames cast dancing rays across your skin. his chubby little face is scrunched into a scowl, tugging you out of the room and into the courtyard with a tenderness that betrayed his expression.

"i'm katsuki and you better not forget it!" his pitchy voice calls, still dragging you behind him. he looks over his shoulder, soft red eyes narrowed in what was an attempt to be intimidating.

but when he sees the relaxing of your eyelids, falling slightly in contentment, with a warm smile that rivals any feeling of victory: the mask of indifference slips in a blink of an eye. red dusts over the slops of his face, baby-fat painted the same carnelian as his eyes. his small hand grips tighter onto yours, as if he never would let you go.

your chubby little face stretches as your smile widens into a toothy grin, eyes crinkling at the corners. "got it, katsuki, i'm y/n!" he swears your voice is just like the lullaby his mother would hum while rocking him to sleep, bringing a rush of warmth through his chest.

that day, katsuki bakugou falls terribly in love with y/n l/n.

the two of you are deemed inseparable, hands always connecting like opposing poles of a magnet. pinkies intertwined stronger than any woven cloth. it's as pure and innocent as it can be.

if one were to see y/n, then it was irrevocably certain that katsuki was a few steps away. it sends rumors spiralling through the lands that there will be a union between the bakugo barbaricum and l/n dynasty. you're only eight when there's an attempt made for your hand.

the thought of two families as powerful as you and katsuki's joining was a fearful thing to many. it spelled doom for many weaker civilizations, those who had dug their own graves with their actions.

your family, blessed be you to have been born to loving parents in a world such as this, easily rejects the many proposals. the l/n dynasty is in a state of power where they are not forced to fend for their village: allowing you this freedom.

running through the streets of his stronghold, chasing each other for the sake of some game that was the farthest thing from either of your minds. katsuki feels whole when you are at his side. the world doesn't seem so ugly, he doesn't feel so angry, everything sings the hymns of the heavens.

he can't pull his ruby eyes off of your form by the age of fifteen. the katsuki you had known, baby-faced with a slight stutter, has began to fill out into a man. his shoulders broaden and begin to carry thick cords of muscle. the chubbiness of his cheeks begins to give rise to sharper angles. his whiny voice is pushed aside by a more gravelly tone. he shoots up like a sprout, hunching over slightly in faces that used to fit him so easily.

but he isn't the only one who is growing into his frame. your shoulders soften at the corners, collarbones visible with every slight movement. your baby fat begins to settle and collect on your hips, rounding them. those toothy grins of yours become framed by pretty lips, always looking soft as a pillow. clothes that used to drape over your like a sheet now feel tighter in certain places, stretching over curves that popped up overnight.

the two of you don't know what to do with yourselves, stolen looks when the other isn't looking. you still hook pinkies, but the touch sends flares of heat running up the back of your neck. it's like you were just meeting each other for the first time all over again.

katsuki feels like a damn sap with the way his heart thunders under his skin: threatening to burst out. he's too taken to notice the heat that was rising to your face whenever he was around, the way your hands nervously would grip onto the swaying fabric of your skirt. too blind to see that you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you.

hurried words, lingering touches, sneaking glances, the two of you had every hint of love right in front of your faces. yet, there's a hesitance that lingers in the back of young minds: afraid that falling in love would end up with no one catching them.

unsurprisingly, katsuki is the one who jumps first. it's a quiet night, the moon is high in the sky. his breath puffs out in front of him like smoke, winter beginning to show herself once more.

you looked too beautiful under the soft azure glow that the celestial sky casts upon you, he simply couldn't bear another moment without you known how much his very soul ached for you.

on the eve of his sixteenth birthday he whispers the words like a prayer, voice softened and gentle for once in his life. "y/n... you plague my every waking thought, i cannot let my heart beat any longer without it being yours."

e/c eyes widen as your head snaps to him, lips parting in shock. katsuki beats you to it, rough palms (once baby-soft) cupping your cheek with a tenderness he was unaware he possessed.

the stars illuminate the sunkissed slopes of his cheekbones, showing the fine lashes that fan out over his eyes. katsuki was ethereal, in every sense of the word, it catches your breath in a hitch. your mind stumbles through everything you could say right now, desperately trying to find the perfect response.

but when the pads of his thumbs drag over the apples of your cheeks, leaving a buzz in the wake of his touch, all rational thought leaves as you allow words to flow like a stream. "i have loved you longer than i have known you, katsuki." your voice is hushed, only filling the small space between the two of you: like a secret that only he and you would ever know.

it sends a trill up your spine when his eyes visibly soften, his face had been growing more and more sharp by the day but only when he was with you did the curve of his cheeks soften. he turns back into a boy around you, as you turn back into a girl when held so gently between his hands.

katsuki surges forwards, nose clumsily knocking against yours, teeth colliding with your own. he's inexperienced, never having kissed a girl, much less even though of kissing anyone but you. you both are a mess, giggling softly through messy pecks smearing over each other's faces. it feels like you're both those giddy kids once more, chasing the other through the cobbled streets of your village. he makes your heart sing.

it was even harder to be apart from him now, hands fully clasped together as you walk through the streets of either of your hometowns. yet, no one is surprised. neither of your parents nor his even bat an eye when you announce the courtship at a family dinner.

love is as natural as breathing for you and katsuki. inherently you have always known exactly what the other needs. he knows just how much you like the wildflowers that grow en-route between your homes. you know just how much he likes when you rise on your tiptoes and press a kiss against the corner of his lips.

it's young and dumb, a rush of big emotions and smiles that stretch your cheeks so far they ache. once you both are eighteen, katsuki turns the courtship into a betrothal. an elegant gold ring, with a garnet slotted right in the center, it sits pretty on your ring finger. his band is thicker, small e/c gemstones scattered along the surface. when in battle he loops it through a chain around his neck: pressing a kiss to the ring before charging forwards.

the world has known y/n l/n and katsuki bakugo have been in love for nearly twelve years, official for three, and betrothed for one. the bakugo barbaricum and the l/n dynasty have began making their plans to unify upon the wedding. it sparks a wave of unease in the badlands.

all it takes is an emissary sent from the dark forest for your world to crumble into shambles. a demon who seems to be the land's scourge reincarnated, hand that turn all to ash, pillages your beloved village. he comes in tow with a mimic and a fire mage. destruction rains as you are brought to the center as their singular demand is you.

your eyes lock with the demon's red eyes, a color that had made you feel so safe until now. the hair on the nape of your neck stands pin-straight as his hand extended towards you: palm up.

a flurry of emotions rush through you like a burst dam, memories of katsuki at the forefront. you want to be selfish, to damn him and his band of criminals to hell, to fight back despite the gravity of the situation. but he is bringing terror upon the people you swore to protect with your life.

so, you step forwards, soft hand sliding into his own. never had a rough palm felt like daggers against your skin, never had you so violently despised the way carmine shines in the light of blue flames.

to save your people, your family, the home you have known your entire life: you go. swept away in black mist. the last thing you see of that place is the bakugo horde rushing towards the gates, your eyes lock with katsuki's before the void claims you.

katsuki lets out a guttural scream as her charges head first into the miasma, falling onto the ground as the last wisp flows just through his fingers. his fist slams against the ground, hands gasping at the dirt you had just been on. he allows himself to cry in front of someone other than you, a wail echoing through the ruins of your village.

that day, you disappear off the face of the realm. no matter how many search parties are sent into the dark forests in the badlands, they all return empty-handed (if they return at all). katsuki keep his ring around his neck, so it beats against his bare chest with every movement: like a reminder of how it felt when his heart actually beat .

scars wind around his arms, around his biceps, over his forearms, across his shoulders. his face is hardened, permanent frown on the lips you used to kiss so tenderly. he's angrier than ever, fuse short as his attention span.

he is a shell of the man he had been, going through the motions of survival but never truly being alive.

this persists for a grueling two years. for seven-hundred and thirty days. for seventeen-thousand five-hundred twenty hours. he is separated from the only person that has ever felt like home, the woman he has loved longer than he knew how to read.

he masks it behind his ego, boisterous laugh to hide the ringing in is ears that hadn't been able to stop. he's more violent the field, less forgiving when in training with kirishima. the explosions that thunder from his palms produce a blackened smoke that lingers and settles in his lungs like a fog.

yearning hits him late at night when he lays alone in bed, a bed that you had once shared with him. silent tears pour, running down the sides of katsuki's face as he stares blankly up at the ceiling. his breath feels short as his chest heaves to get air in. the man's mind is clouded with the look on your face as those bastards took you. he can still remember every single little twitch of your expression when you finally saw him. he remembers the way your breath hitched. he remembers the tears that began to pool at the corners of your eyes.

but, most of all, he remembers not seeing you: for what feels like the first time in his life.

katsuki cannot recall when he finally fell asleep, or if he ever even truly did. his dreams are plagued with you anyways, so the line between memory and dream is thin as a tightrope.

he has a dream that he makes it in time to save you and wakes up alone. that one sticks with him for months, hanging over him like a shadow. if he was only a minute sooner, a stride faster, reacted quicker. maybe you would be in his arms right now instead of gods know where.

relief comes in a rumor that circles in a tavern that a woman with h/c hair and e/c eyes was spotted wondering through the dark forest. katsuki doesn't hesitate, he makes no effort to send out a scout party. he rides at dawn, horse hooves beating against the grass in a frenzied gallop as he makes his way into the badlands.

none of the rouges or thieves hope to stand a chance with him, the smart ones don't even try. he vanquishes the less fortunate with a single swing of his cutlass. the man doesn't stop to rest, only to water his horse and allow it to graze while he catches a brief nap.

his horse comes to a stop right outside the dark forests, whinnying in rejection to enter. katsuki doesn't blame the poor thing, this was the kind of place people went with no intention to come back from. he dismounts, not tying his horse off: it would return with a whistle.

the forest is eerie, yawning opening that is reminiscent of a gaping mouth. but he didn't fear. because at this point, he'd rather not come back if it meant he wasn't coming back with you.

footfalls crunching against leaves and sticks echo through the dim lit treeline. the canopy is so thick that it completely obscures the bright sunlight katsuki has just been under: the perfect place for criminals to hide. the trees creak and groan, as if the land itself was breathing and living.

only when he hears the snap of a twig does he stop, his head snaps around, a flash of h/c darting just out of the corner of his visions. the man's heart stops as he stumbles to pursue, not minding the whipping of low handing branches against his face. not when he could see you darting through the underbrush.

he finally sees you in the full when you run into a path dead-ended by brambles. it's really you. y/n, his y/n.

but you look over your shoulder with such a forlorn look it makes his heart ache in his chest. you don't believe that it's really him. "toga, this isn't funny, it's cruel to keep making me see him." your voice is rougher than he remembered, as if your throat had been worn. it makes his fists clench at his sides.

the mimic had been wearing his face, just to torment you?

just the thought of it sends a rage burning deep in his chest. he has no way of knowing what you have been through. katsuki couldn't protect you: like he always feared he would fail to do.

his steps toward you are hesitant, ruby red eyes softening the second he sees your face. his heart is pounding out of his ribs, it makes him wonder if you can hear it.

a rough hand reaches up to roughly tug the chain that held his engagement band around his neck, the links snapping and clattering to the ground. he doesn't even look at it. with a gentleness, he holds out the ring to you.

your eyes dart back between the metal and him, hands tentatively reaching for it. the thundering race of your heartbeat is all you can hear. your hands, once soft, now rough as his bush against his own as you roll the ring between your fingers.

katsuki's heart breaks when he feels the callouses on your fingertips. he lowers slowly to his knees in front of you, tears fighting their way to prick at the corners of his eyes. he looks up at you like you are the light in the world, a goddess before him. in a way, you are, because he had prayed to every deity to hold you again, even if it was only once more.

"you're as beautiful as the day i lost you." his words come out in a rasp. thick emotion coursing through his chest; nearly choking him.

he watched your eyes widen, tears pooling as you too crash onto the ground. your arms wrap tight around his neck, face pressed side-by-side with his own. strong arms encircle your waist in an instant, pressing you closer with an urgency.

"katsuki... oh gods, katsuki..." you don't even know what to say, just repeating his name like a desperate prayer. your cheeks are wet and your chest aches but you don't care, because he's finally here.

lips clash desperately, just as messy as the kiss the two of you first shared five years ago. it's a mess of teeth and tongue as your fingers tangle into ash-blonde hair, his hands finding the back of your head and your hip. he sucks the breath out of you, as if wanting to absorb you into his being.

and you'd let him if he asked.

carmine eyes search for e/c, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls back to study your face. it's like you never left. your eyes are tired, there's some grime on your cheeks, a soft scar above your eyebrow that you've had since you were thirteen.

the softest smile spreads on his face, forehead pressing against yours as his lashes flutter shut. katsuki lets out a deep sigh, one he had been holding for nearly two years now.

warmth blooms in your chest as everything finally settles back into place like puzzle pieces. your hearts beat in sync, you draw breath when he exhales, everything is right in the world once more.

but your heart skips a beat as your eyes open to see that cursed white hair with horns peeking out from below it. tomura shigaraki. a wicked smirk on his lips as he's leaned back against a tree, simply watching.

your hands grip tighter onto the back of the shawl draping over katsuki's shoulders, breathing turning shaky and ragged.

no. no. no. they couldn't take this from you. not again. not after how hard you fought to escape the league just at the fleeting chance of being able to see the man you love. this had to be some cruel joke, right? a trick of the light, maybe...

even you aren't naive enough to believe that, your eyes close as you lean against katsuki, head burying into the crook of his neck. your fiddle with his hands to slip the ring back onto it's rightful place on his third finger. a part of you had already resigned to being ripped away again.

after two years with the demon, you learned firsthand what shigaraki was capable of. and you were not going to allow katsuki to find it out as well.

your legs shook as you stood, a weak smile given at your lover's confused look. "i'll always love you, 'suki, you know that." his eyes widen as his head nods, brows furrowing.

"then let me keep you safe."

carnelian irises widen in realization as his head turns to look back, growl ripping from his chest at the sight of the scourge of the realm's protege. his hands immediately reach for the hilt of his sword, explosions popping in his palms.

but you're already beginning to approach. katsuki seizes you in one arm, hauling you away like the day you first met. he runs through the forest with you: knowing that shigaraki would not allow the both of you to leave.

he bounds over winding tree roots, holding you steady and tight against his chest. the impending sense of doom begins to crawl up the back of his neck, but he needs you to be safe.

with you in his arm, he stumbles out of the forest, shrill whistle leaving his lips as the sound of hooves grows closer. with ease he sets you up on the saddle, but he does not join. you realize immediately what is about to happen. "katsuki-"

"no. it's my turn to keep you safe, y/n. i've always loved you, and i always will. in every life i will find you, and in every life, i will protect you." his words bring tears to your eyes as you desperately stake your head, sobs bubbling past your lips.

shigaraki creeps out of the forest and he delivers a harsh smack to the horse's haunches, sending it galloping away. within a second later a hand is reaching through katsuki's chest, mocking laugh against his ear.

"how heroic. i'll make sure you die slow, barbarian."

never in all his life did the great katsuki bakugo think that he would ever love someone enough that he could die.

that was until he lay on the edge of the forest floor, lifeblood leaking from the gaping hole in the center of the chest. but he wasn't anguished: because he died for you, the only person who he would ever love.

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str4wberrysp1derz · 2 months

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humansofnewyork · 1 year

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(53/54) “It’s a beautiful word in itself, Mitra. Someone who has no idea of its meaning can appreciate its beauty. Mitra always had a genius for beauty. She knew it completely. She wanted it around her at all times. Even now she keeps a book of Hafez by our bedside. It’s always in reach, and whenever she finds a verse that she loves, she will bring it to me. She still trusts me to find the melody. Poetry is one of the things that she still remembers best. Because poetry is music. It sinks into the memory. Even if you can’t remember a word, the rhythm will guide you. The rhyme will give you a hint. Recently we were reciting a poem from an old book, and one of the words had completely faded. It was a poem that we both used to love. And I was so mad at myself. I kept trying to remember the word, but it would not come to me. Then suddenly she said it. It made me so happy. It doesn’t hurt when she forgets anymore, but it makes me so happy when she remembers. To know that the memory is still inside of her. That she is still holding on. Our lives are just a fistful of memories, ice melting in our hands. And Mitra’s ice is melting faster than mine. But she still has more memories of me than anyone else. And I have a lifetime of memories every time I look at her. And until the last moment, until the last ice has melted, we will still be us. Our entire lives we’ve been on two different roads. But the horizon was always the same. It was an unwritten promise: that no matter what happens, I will keep you. Even when we disagree, I will keep you. From a distance, I will keep you. In the dark, I will keep you. In the deepest pit, I will keep you. Even if you lose your country, even if you lose your eye, even if you lose your memory, I will keep you. We will still be us. It’s the only thing we ever agreed on. We always agreed on us. It’s one of the earliest principles of Iran. It’s where she gets her name. Mitra, the God of Promises.”

میترا واژه‌ای بس زیباست. حتا اگر درونمایه‌اش را هم ندانیم، زیبایی واژه را درمی‌یابیم. او نبوغ ویژه‌ای در زیباشناسی دارد. به درستی با آن آشناست. دوست داشت پیرامونش همیشه زیبا باشد. هنوز دیوان حافظ را کنار تختش می‌گذارد. هنوز هرگاه شعری دلپسند از حافظ ‌بیابد، به من می‌دهد تا برایش بخوانم. هنوز باور دارد که من آهنگ درست شعر را زود پیدا می‌کنم. اگر نتوانم، یاری‌ام می‌کند. شعر، یکی از چیزهایی‌ست که هنوز به یاد می‌آورد. شعر موسیقی‌ست، پر از آهنگ و نواست، در گوشه‌های مغز جایی دارد. اگر واژه را فراموش کنید، آهنگ‌اش شما را به آن می‌رساند، راهنماست. چند روز پیش شعری از کتابی کهن را می‌خواندیم. یکی از واژگان خواندنی نبود. شعری بود که هر دو دوست داشتیم، دلم گرفت، به یادش نمی‌آوردم، ناگهان او واژه را در جایش نشاند! چه مایه شادمان شدم. فراموشی‌های او دیگر مرا نمی‌آزارند، اما هرگاه چیزی را به یاد می‌آورد بسیار خُرسند و خُشنود می‌شوم. می‌دانم که برخی خاطره‌ها هنوز در او زنده‌اند. هنوز آنها را نگه‌داشته است. زندگی مُشتی خاطره است که مانند یخ در دست‌هایمان آب می‌شود. یخ‌های میترا به آب شدن شتاب بیشتری دارند. او بیش از هر کس دیگری از من خاطره دارد. و من خاطره‌ی یک عمر زندگی را مُرور می‌کنم هرگاه به او چشم می‌دوزم. تا واپسین لحظه، تا واپسین تکه‌ی یخ، با هم خواهیم ماند. همه‌ی زندگی‌مان، دو تا همراه بوده‌ایم. اما افق و کرانه‌‌هامان همواره همسو بوده است. کاخی بود پیرامون ما. سوگندی نانوشته: هر آنچه هم که پیش آید، تو را نگه خواهم داشت. هم‌اندیش نباشیم، تو را نگه خواهم داشت. بر بالاترین فراز‌ها، تو را نگه خواهم داشت. در ژرف‌ترین گودال‌ها، تو را نگه خواهم داشت. اگر میهن‌ات را از دست بدهی، اگر چشم‌ات را هم از دست بدهی، حتا اگر حافظه‌ات را از دست بدهی، همچنان تو را نگه خواهم داشت. ما همچنان ما خواهیم بود. این یگانه چیزی‌ست که ما همواره بر سر آن هم‌رای بودیم. این یکی از نخستین آرمان‌های ایران بوده است. سرچشمه‌ی نامش. میترا، ایزدبانوی پیمان‌ها

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x--daughters-of-darkness--x · 2 months

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The 100 songs that changed metal (by Metal Hammer)

74. Within Temptation – Ice Queen (Mother Earth, 2000)

In the 90s, symphonic metal was more a glittering garnish than a scene in itself, something bands from Therion to Celtic Frost would sprinkle on their music to make it sparkle. And while the genre would start coming together into something more tangible towards the end of the decade, it wasn’t until a few years later that a song would emerge to put symphonic metal on the map.

That song was Within Temptation’s Ice Queen. A complete volte-face from the gothic doom of the Dutch metallers’ 1997 debut, Enter, it appeared on the follow-up, Mother Earth, in a flurry of lavish arrangements and fairytale histrionics. Buoyed by vocalist Sharon den Adel’s crystalline voice, it pushed metal towards a new frontier, quickly whipping up a buzz in mainland Europe. Ice Queen can take credit for being symphonic metal’s first major hit, pushing women to the forefront and influencing a brand new generation of bands.

81. Evanescence – Bring Me To Life (Fallen, 2003)

Evanescence’s debut single, Bring Me To Life, turned vocalist Amy Lee into a megastar. Arriving in 2003, when mainstream music was dominated by hyper-masculine men and overly sexualised pop stars, with her billowing long skirts, corset tops, arm socks and steely self-confidence, Amy redefined what a female artist could be, becoming a role model for millions of misfits and dreamers everywhere.

Despite its crunchy guitars and a rapped verse, courtesy of 12 Stones’ Paul McCoy – which Amy has since said she was forced to add by their label – Bring Me To Life’s cobwebby, goth fragility also brought something fresh to nu metal’s dick-swinging party, extending the mainstream’s flirtation with the genre for a little longer – as of 2019, it’s sold more than 3 million copies and has passed more than a billion streams on YouTube and Spotify.

82. Arch Enemy – We Will Rise (Anthems Of Rebellion, 2003)

We Will Rise was a huge song, not only for Arch Enemy but for the new generation of 21st-century melodic death metal they spearheaded. Guitarist Michael Amott had already laid down the melodeath blueprints with Carcass, while Arch Enemy themselves had already made three albums with singer Johan Liiva, but neither they nor anyone else had made an anthem quite like this.

As well as propelling the genre as a whole to greater heights and popularity, it provided a bigger platform for Angela Gossow – a hugely influential figure and one of the first prominent female vocalists to not only try but absolutely nail an extreme metal style. “Her emergence as a metal vocalist was, without hyperbole, revolutionary,” Svalbard’s Serena Cherry told us recently, and we’re not arguing.

84. Nightwish – Nemo (Once, 2004)

Nightwish didn’t invent symphonic metal, but alongside peers Within Temptation and Epica, they popularised it and packaged it to the masses. By 2004, the Finns had already established themselves as a major player in Europe, but with the sumptuous Nemo, they broke through on an unprecedented level.

No longer a niche concern in the geeky corners of the metal world, symphonic metal, in all its lavish, overwrought glory revelled under a global spotlight. Nemo’s fantastical magic, sparkling piano refrain and stirring melody has endured – it’s still the band’s best-known song – but its lasting image comes via its gothic music video, and then-singer Tarja Turunen singing in the snow in a blood-red coat. Nemo showed metal at its most fragile and beautiful.

95. Babymetal – Gimme Chocolate!! (Babymetal, 2014)

If elitists were tearing their hair out at the likes of Ghost, Bring Me The Horizon and Limp Bizkit being considered ‘metal’, then they might as well have just reached for the clippers for this one. The sight of three young Japanese girls rocking choreographed moves and singing sugary-sweet, J-pop-infused choruses about chocolate over heavy metal riffs was as shocking as it was delightful.

Babymetal hadn’t just broken the mould for metal, either; they’d given the West a fuller glimpse into the uniquely Japanese phenomenon of idol culture, and given the cutesy world of Kawaii a bigger global platform than ever. Overseen by band mastermind and producer extraordinaire, Key ‘Kobametal’ Kobayashi, Babymetal were unlike anything our world had seen before: equal parts hyper-polished girl band and full-on heavy metal experience, with their mysterious Kami Band backing musicians as formidable as any ‘proper’ metal band you could name.

Cynics moaned, but with the likes of Rob Halford, Metallica and Corey Taylor throwing in their support, the trio quickly transcended their ‘gimmick’ tag to become a legitimate force in the modern metal landscape.

99. Spiritbox – Holy Roller (Eternal Blue, 2022)

Spiritbox were already firmly established as Ones To Watch by the time Holy Roller, the first single from Eternal Blue, exploded like a hand grenade in the summer of 2020. Once those first, colossal riffs rang out, however, it was clear that the Canadian troupe hadn’t just levelled up considerably – they had successfully repositioned themselves as one of the most exciting and vital bands of their generation.

Backed by a memorable video inspired by Ari Aster’s disturbing Midsommar movie, Holy Roller was the perfect crystallisation of the last decade-plus of evolution in metal, packing djent, metalcore, nu metal and more into a massively crushing (but seriously catchy!) three minutes. “This song was never intended to be a single,” explained vocalist Courtney LaPlante later. “Our mission statement was, ‘Let’s make the most ridiculous song that we can.’”

#sharon den adel #within temptation #amy lee #evanescence #angela gossow #arch enemy #tarja turunen #nightwish #babymetal #courtney laplante #spiritbox

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kirbybecomesastarwarrior · 3 months

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Lady Celestine... do you know about the Arthurs from the other AUs does it bother you?

Sir Arthur: It's good that you bequeathed the name "Wart" to me long ago... Now I can be told apart from all the other Arthurs~

Lady Celestine: It's the gift that keeps on giving Wart~

(Celty getting all the forehead kissies)

@kirbyoctournament

The whole "Wart" & "Merlyn" nickname started out as a gag/reference (when I was originally writing their relationship ). Then this whole name scheme became layered like a dang lasagna... it became emotionally meaningful.

My Wart: You can be & and deserve to be loved "warts and all"

My Merlyn: You're amazing & incredible, just the way you are.

I'm bringing the feel train up next week be prepared~

And anon thank you for the question~ Though admittingly I wasn't sure if you were referring to the evil Sir Arthurs out there (sounded like it)... or that there are other versions of Sir Arthur in general. (So I did an all-encompassing answer, hope that's enough~)

And I'm not gonna lie... I love me some corrupt evil / morally grey Sir Arthur shout out to @galapathy, @zombiecicada, @thewinterraven

Great fantastic with their Sir Arthurs be zesty, & spicy in all the right ways! (STICK IT TO THE GREEN MAN~) And guys let me know if there are any others, I'd like to know more please~

Shout out to some other incredible & fleshed out takes on Sir Arthur:

@quanblovk, @doggirling, @deafeninggardenerpanda

For those who don't know in the original draft, Srir Arthur was supposed to be the villain in the series. (or the surprise villain so to speak~) However, once the rewrite happened and created Sir Uther in the au...all his evil went into him. But I wanted to "have my cake and eat it too..." so Sir Arthur (or Young Arthur) is a redeemed baddie~

And now "he's a certified good bean"

I took this one character from the Kirby anime who only had less than 5 minutes of screen time and gave him a convolutedly long and heartbreaking backstory just for the sake of bridging the "Kirby game verse" & " Kirby anime verse together" and to prequel all the events of the anime:

JUST FOR THE SAKE OF WORLD-BUILDING & EMOTIONAL STORYTELLING TO MAKE THE PEOPLE FEEL!

I'm not saying the power of love "fixed" him or anything; Arthur was always good at heart but his talents were being used by a truly rotten man who was snuffing the light out of him for his own selfish and nefarious purposes... lost his way~ (nearly became a mini Uther~)

Celestine didn't just save Arthur; Arthur saved Celestine as well~

(also this is why it took me so long Lady Celestine up until this point because writing romance is tough, and I wanted to create a truly wholesome & balanced relationship between the two of them. )

I'm really going to be getting into the meat & potatoes of their relationship. And hopefully, by the end, you will all fully understand why they love each other... I've been saving a lot of Celarthur content that's laid dormant in my deck.

Now that week 3 of the Kirby OC Tournament is on the horizon... I believe the time has come to pull out all the Aces in my hand and get you all emotionally invested... I hope you are all willing to ride this wave with me~

And cry a bucket of tears with me, look forward to it!

#kirby oc #lady celestine #sir arthur kirby #cannon x oc #celarthur #merthur #kirby oc tournament #kirby anime #hoshi no kirby #krbay #kirby right back at ya #I'm bring the feel train soon children get ready to cry~#sir uther

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p0intlessp4rasites · 2 months

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intro!! i need mootz ;(

-i love mall goth stuff!! however i do consider myself to be newer to the culture so i wont consider myself a mall goth yet <3

-i LOVE music. the love i have for music is INDESCRIBABLE. i LOVE IT. SO MUCH

-i use they/them <3

-im a infp

-i play guitar

-ima lesbian

SUM MUZIC I LIKE!

-korn -kittie -jack off jill -slipknot - heart shaped hate - evanescence - my chemical romance -pierce the veil - deftones -falling in reverse - mindless self indulgence - system of a down - bring me the horizon - linkin park - hole - orgy -babes in toyland-kidneythieves - my ruin- murderdolls -grlwood -sleeping with sirens- scars on broadway

SUM VIDEO GAMEZ!

-class of 09 -sally face - doki doki literature club -fnaf

TV SHOWS/MOVIES!

gravity falls - k-12 - freaky friday - camp camp - coraline -invader zim - spiderman across the spider verse - the ghost and molly mcgee -my little pony -death note -k-on -the hollow -dance moms

interact: alt people and nice ppl!

dni: meanies.

please dont go on my acc to be hateful and hurtful! everyone is accepted here as long as theyre not mean ❤️❤️

also gimme band recs plz

#y2k #mall goth #gothic #2000s #90s #intro post #mutuals #alternative #my little pony #goth #kerrang #hot topic #2000s mall goth #90s mall goth

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blazingstar29 · 1 year

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new Maverick headcanon that after the layton mission Iceman and Slider stay out on deployment whilst Maverick teaches at Top Gun. Without Goose, without friends he gets lonely so he starts going to church. Not because he's religious, not because he wants to repent his sins (though the guilt still weighs heavy) but because he wants to feel apart of a community. And he's straight up honest about it. When the old ladies start asking him about bible verses he just says 'I don't know any', and surprisingly they respect that. Maybe they see the dog tags and dark circles but someone will bring him frozen meals and some of the families invite him for dinner. He holds their hands and says Amen and that's enough for some reason. He's never had to do so little to be accepted.

Maybe six months down the line Ice gets shore leave long enough to come through Miramar. He arrives in town late on a saturday, with no way to find Maverick, no cell or address, he heads down to the base early on Sunday morning to find someone who knows.

"He'll be in Church," the gateman says. Ice's eyes nearly pop out of his head. Hesitantly he begins the drive to the only church in town, wondering what sort of religious nut Maverick's become. By the time he gets there the sermon must be over, but the guard was right. Maverick's there, sitting quietly with his hands shoved in his leather jacket to fight off the chill.

His boots echo painfully across the building's walls. He slides into the pew and watches the look of surprise spread across Maverick's face.

"Ice," he whispers.

"Hey Maverick. What are you doing here?"

Maverick gives him a look. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." He gives him a look, now your turn.

"I like it. It's nice to be apart of something."

He smiles gently. "Mav, your in the Navy. Your already apart of something."

"I know. I don't believe in it. Carol does, I know she believes that Goose is up there watching out for all of us. And I feel him when the sun hits the horizon and there's a glare on my canopy. I dunno. I they just accepted me. They were happy to have me. It doesn't feel like that in the Navy. They invite me round for dinner and stuff."

Ice watches him thoughtfully. "That's nice."

On their way out, a sign for donations catches Ice's eye and he digs for his wallet fumbling with the coin pocket. He wants a way to say thank you to these people for looking after his wingman when a plaque catches his eye.

Thank you for the generous donation of $700 from Lt. Pete Mitchell in memory of Lt. Nick Bradshaw.

He feeds a hand full of notes into the acrylic box.

#top gun 1986 #icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell

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of-pale · 4 months

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You let me know, everything's alright

The twins were stuck between a rock and a hard place, battered like fish n’ chips. They struggled to stand, recuperating in a brief moment of peace in the bloodstained field. Not a true peace, as the tension for another inevitable battle charged the air.

“Hey, bro.”

“Yeah?”

“Remember that cheesy song Dad used to sing to Mom? The one with all the funny chanting bits?”

“Why…?”

“I can't stop this feeling~”

“Really?”

“Deep inside of me~”

“Is this.. really the best time?”

“Girl, you just don't realise, what you do to me~”

“...”

“Aw, come on, Verge. You know the words. Just entertain me for a second, it’s not like we’ve got an audience right now.”

“I don’t…”

Vergil hesitated for a moment. This was beyond foolish; why bring up some pointless song at a time like this? They should be planning for the next attack, they should be looking over their injuries, they should be—Damn it all.

“When you hold me…” Vergil struggled to sing the line as his lungs didn't feel up to the task, but Dante waved in encouragement to keep going. “...in your arms so tight.”

With a wince, Dante threw an arm over Vergil's shoulder and cheekily pulled him closer. Vergil didn't want to waste energy fighting it, but if he was honest with himself, he didn't want to fight it. It was… “You let me know, everything’s alright~” Vergil finished the verse.

Dante grinned at him, satisfied to have lifted their spirits, continuing, “And I’m~” He finger-gunned towards Vergil with his free hand, making him scoff. Still, Vergil played along, finishing the line.

“Hooked on a feeling~”

Dante turned his finger gun towards the horizon where more demons had gathered and were clearly heading their way.

“I'm high on believing~” the twins sang together, standing up straight in preparation for the inbound battle.

#dmc #devil may cry #good bro Dante lifting the spirits #convincing Vergil to roll with it deserves a medal #why couldn't they continue on with the song even when the demons show up?#lofi beats to stu- *cough*#old pop song karaoke to slay demons to #Sparda was intrigued by all the chanting bits in the song but ended up enjoying the lyrics too #Eva has heard some things #Sparda's swordsmanship is legendary but his singing?#might be legendary for a different reason #guy's still a demon at the end of the day #'Blue Swede - Hooked on a Feeling'#no sadly I've not seen 'Guardians of the Galaxy' but the soundtrack for the movie seems great

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lavenderchqn · 2 months

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𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸 — TABLETOP TROUPE CUTIES 𝑅𝐸𝐷 𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑆 — lyney x f!reader smau

𝑆𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 —

Second year of university should've been everything you thought of it - more studying with human interaction sprinkled throught... What it definitely wasn't supposed to be was an investigation saga where one of your friends goes missing out of nowhere

“Charlotte, I swear to heavens— slow down!” You did your best to catch up to the girl whose excitement turned her walking speed up to an 11. Hearing your pleas, she stopped turning around so you could join her.

“Sorry!” She scratched her cheek lightly. “I’m simply too excited about the club days! You can simply see articles writing themselves.” You sighed, finally managing to get to her.

Charlotte had become your friend, the moment you stepped into your shared room. Whoever had thought that putting the same major students together was a genius! The flow of inspiration shared between the two of you was simply amazing and boosting each other to constantly do better.

While at first, you had found her personality to be overwhelming, as the first days of university had happened you managed to get used to her energy levels. You would never be able to match them… but at least it was the thought that had counted.

“We’re here!” She stopped before one of the rooms, dubbed “Table Troupe Club”. You’ve known of the existence of what it entailed… But you still racked your brain at the explanation of your roommate choosing this club specifically.

“Why this club?” You asked confusion in your tone. “I’m sure there are other clubs that would be more beneficial towards your studies, than a role-playing game”

“For starters, it sounds like a lot of fun!” She put her hands on her hips, as she began explaining. “Besides, being a stellar journalist means you need to be well-versed in multiple genres.”

Charlotte was correct in her reasoning — to create good pieces, especially reviews, you needed to know your source material. Inaccuracy was the first step to losing your job, after all.

“Oh it is a ton of fun, trust me!” A high-pitched voice made the two of you suddenly become aware of your surroundings. It belonged to a blonde with the most beautiful curls you'd ever seen. “Would you like to try it out?”

After agreeing, you quickly learn that she was called Navia. Thanks to some chit-chat, you’ve learned that she ran the club alongside a friend of hers.

“Is this your first year here?” She asked, setting the two of you up with teacups and freshly brewed tea. Charlotte answered for the two of you, mentioning how you were both studying journalism.

“While it’s a challenge to throw yourself into this career, I feel like there’s still undiscovered horizons of tasteful journalism.” You said, thinking of all those times when journalists were out of line. That was the last kind of them you wanted to become.

“Admirable.” A lower voice said, bringing out some dice. “Nowadays, all you seem to hear is about journalists overstepping their boundaries,” Clorinde said, taking her seat at the central spot of the table — as the person running the game.

Navia seemed to agree with you, humming while placing some snacks in the reach of your hands. “Hopefully one day I’ll be able to read one of your articles.” She smiled.

This lovely moment was disturbed by the slam of a door, and a girl quickly shutting it behind her.

“O-oh.” She said, awkwardly. “Sorry— I didn’t realise anyone was here…” She whispered while backing herself into a position that allowed her to get out of the room.

“Are you alright? Do you need any help?” Navia walked up to her, keeping her distance to not scare her further. The girl shook her head, muttering something so quietly, that none of you managed to catch it.

“It’s just… loud outside.” She sighed, her body finally showing signs of calming down. “I thought I could take a breather in a quiet room...”

“You’re very welcome to stay with us,” Navia said, smiling from ear to ear. “We’re much more quiet compared to some of the people outside.” With that, it seemed like the girl was finally composed enough to agree.

Thanks to this, in some way grandiose, entrance… it was the five of you in the club room right now. Navia was still attending to her host duties, talking more about the concept behind the making of the club and such.

“Oh, Miss.” She turned to the latest guest. “Can I interest you in some tea?”

At the simplest mention of the beverage, her ears perked up. She has now taken her place at the table, next to you. “I’m Lynette.” She said. “Tea would be lovely, thank you”.

Navia poured a cup of tea for Lynette, who accepted it with a quiet "Thank you." The room settled into a comfortable atmosphere, each person finding their place in this newly formed group.

"So, are you ready to dive into the world of role-playing games?" Clorinde asked, her purple eyes sparkling with the upcoming challenge. “I’ll make sure to go easy on you since it’s your first time playing”

Charlotte’s eyes sparkle with the same energy that had brought you here in the first place. "Absolutely! I can't wait to see what this is all about. ”

You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of anticipation. "I'm ready to give it a try.” Lynette also mentioned that she was ready to participate.

Navia clapped her hands together. “Wonderful! Let's get started then.”

Clorinde began explaining the basics of the game, detailing the roles and rules. The more she spoke, the more you understood Charlotte’s excitement. This wasn't just a game; it was a chance to tell a story, to explore new perspectives and thus expand your horizons as a journalist.

"Now, let's create your characters," Clorinde said, handing out sheets of paper and pencils. "This is where you get to decide who you want to be in this world."

You glanced at Charlotte, who was already scribbling furiously, her mind clearly racing with ideas. Lynette, on the other hand, seemed more reserved, carefully considering each choice before committing it to paper.

As you began to fill out your own character sheet, you found yourself getting lost in the possibilities. What kind of person would you be in this fictional world? What skills and traits would define you? It was a liberating experience, allowing you to step outside of your everyday life and explore new facets of your imagination.

"All set?" Clorinde asked after a while, looking around the table.

Everyone nodded, the energy in the room charged with anticipation.

"Great. Now, let's embark on an adventure.”

Clorinde wove a tale that drew you in from the first sentence. You found yourself fully immersed in the game, navigating challenges and making decisions that would shape the course of your journey. Charlotte's infectious enthusiasm kept the momentum going, while Lynette's quiet determination added a layer of depth to the group dynamic.

Navia, true to her role as host, made sure everyone felt included and engaged. Her character has taken a supportive role, giving the three of you to experience the world that Clorinde was creating. They must’ve played together a lot — their energy was truly in sync.

As the session progressed, you lost track of time, caught up in the excitement and camaraderie. It was only when Clorinde called for a break that you realised how much time had passed.

"This is truly amazing," Charlotte said, her eyes shining. "I knew that Tabletop Troupe was fun, but I didn’t realise it was this fun!”

You nodded, feeling a sense of contentment. “You’re a remarkable storyteller, Clorinde.” She acknowledged your compliment with a “thank you.”

Lynette, who had been mostly quiet, finally spoke up. "Thank you for letting me join. This has been... really nice."

Navia smiled warmly. "You're always welcome here, Lynette. We're glad to have you.”

As you sipped your tea and munched on snacks, you felt a deep sense of connection with the people around you. This club, with its mix of creativity and collaboration, has given you a new perspective on storytelling. Charlotte was absolutely right earlier with her views on expanding your knowledge leading to becoming better at capturing your thoughts.

While you couldn’t put it to the test at that exact moment, it reminded you of the childhood wonders that made you want to become a journalist in the first place.

The day ended with the three of you joining the club, as well as exchanging contacts. This day was just the beginning of a new adventure — both in a world created by your shared storytelling, and also your journey of becoming a fully-fledged journalist.

𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆 — 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 — 𝑁𝐸𝑋𝑇 𝐸𝑃𝐼𝑆𝑂𝐷𝐸 date of posting — july 12th 2024

#lavv.writes #lavv.redlines #genshin impact smau #genshin smau #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #lyney x reader #lyney smau

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