#I hated musical with a weird passion when I was younger

[noiirem00n]

zombies 3 am I right guys

[zerokurokawa]

Hanma falling inlove with a girl who beat him up at first meeting because he messed with her brother lmao then after a while they become friends because he doesn’t stop bothering her. He throws rocks at her window and loudly sings for her and stuff lol. And reader being more of herself around him (she’s actually really sweet but just don’t mess with her people lmao).. maybe a little bit of nsfw? Thank u in advance 🫶🏼

Falling For You | Hanma x Reader (Slight NSFW, MDNI) <3

Getting beat up by a girl was not on Hanma's agenda when it came to fighting and being one of the top delinquents of his time, however, when you found out that he had messed with your younger brother, you took matters into your own hands. You beat the total shit out of him with one kick, knocking his tall self to the ground and leaving him to practically drown in a puddle during the pouring rain. 

You had caught him off guard in the back of an alleyway and confronted him about picking fights with your younger brother who was in Toman at the time. With you beating him to the ground, you'd expect him to stay away, right? You were wrong. Hanma then became intrigued by you and wouldn't leave you alone after that. 

He would catch you out and about, offering to buy you things such as food or even steal you jewelry from the local shops. He'd follow you home and make it seem as if you were the one that needed protection. After a while of him doing this, you decided you kind of liked his presence and kept him around. After all, you were getting something out of it. 

Once you began to notice his weird antics and the way he would subconsciously flirt with you, you began to flirt back, teasing him about his height and build and would always joke about how easy it was to of taken him down, especially since you were a girl, after all. 

You had grown fond of him, wanting him around more often and even calling him a few times just to hangout. This only brought his interest back towards you even further as he began to increase his obsession with you. 

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It wasn't long before you started hearing him play music and sing really loudly outside of your window at night, begging you to come outside and take a ride on his bike. He would even throw pebbles on some nights or call you back to back just to get your attention. Eventually, you gave in and went on that bike ride that led you further into his grasp. 

One night, he took you back to his apartment and you were cozied up to him, lying on the couch while a movie played in the background. He moved slightly, looking down at you seemingly wanting to do something more than just cuddle on the couch. 

"What? What are you staring at?" You asked, while he was staring into your eyes, 

"I just thought maybe we could... have a little fun." He smirked. 

"Fun how?" You smirked back, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Before you knew it, he had you pinned to the couch, tugging at your clothes, and kissing all of your sweet spots. 

"You know what I mean," He started, "I want you, and I know you want me too." 

You giggled as he began to tease you, tickling you and touching all of your turn on spots. You knew what he was after, and you were going to let him. One thing led to another and both of you had ended up half naked, lying on the couch, in each other's arms. 

"I need to confess something... before we go any further." He said, beginning to unbuckle his belt. 

"And what is what?" You asked, shifting yourself underneath him. 

"I think... I know... I'm falling for you." He smirked, leaning down to give you a very long, passionate kiss. You broke away from the kiss, breathless, as you thought to yourself about how this might be wrong. You were fraternizing with someone who was against everything you stood for. You were meant to hate him due to what he did to your brother, but here you were, in his arms and down to your underwear. 

"I think I'm falling for you too... Shuji." You said with a slight hesitant tone to your voice. You knew what would happen if the others found out. You knew they would be upset and you knew for a fact that your brother would never approve. But, before you knew it, he was all over you and you were all over him. Something about it felt wrong but at the same time, it felt right. You wanted him and there was no turning back now. 

You had fallen for the enemy. 

(A/N: I hope you like it, all the love to you <3)

[lolamarlowe65]

Slash x reader

“𝓜𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓶𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮.”

“She can take my soul for the record, I don’t give a shit.”

one shot x reader

disclaimers : age gap (modern day slash), smut, thigh riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slash’s feral internal dialogue, cursing, smoking, rough stuff, grown girls stuff <33

4.6k words

AO3 link

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y/n pov

I started to work as a staff member for Guns n’Roses a few months ago. Everything is great as fuck. The music, the job, the mood all around the band. In overall, everything is going well. My relationships with the band members were super friendly and they made me feel quickly as if I was part of the gang. But there is one thing. One person. Him. Slash. The moment I started my job here he immediately started teasing me. Nothing big. He tells me how much of a weird chick I am, he gives me smug smiles anytime he sees me as a way of saying “here comes the freak”. It has never felt as if he hates me or anything, it just amuses him to see me rolling my eyes to his puns. When I first discovered Slash, I admit that I developed a crush on him, you know the “rockstar crush”. I didn’t start to work here for that, but seeing him almost everyday was definitely a plus, well, if he didn’t drive me crazy with his provocations. It is a plus, yes, but I actually never thought of trying anything with him. I am a younger chick in whom he’d see no interest, apart from a way of having fun. I wouldn’t mind but that would be too complicated to manage with this job. Honestly, most of the time, his jokes make me laugh. I look at him with a pissed off grin and say “haha” or I stick out my tongue. It became a game between us. To the words of Duff “leave the girl alone man”. Apparently, Slash doesn’t listen to his best friend’s advice because he never stops. If we weren’t so different or if I knew him a little better I would say he’s flirting with me. “What a weird chick you are.” sounds like a love declaration coming from a man with such an attraction for creepy stuff. I do think about it as flirting sometimes. Mostly the days when I'm not in the mood for his jokes I imagine he’s flirting with me, helps me to not actually kill him. Being with a man like him wouldn’t bother me, actually, I would love it. He isn’t only hot and cool. He is interesting, passionate, peaceful but wild and genuinely beautiful. Beautiful on the inside and on the outside.

I am a person that’s pretty impulsive. When I feel frustrated, I will go for it, even if it means breaking my own promises. I try to hold myself back, but I have no desire to be perfect. I smoke, I have a high body count, anger issues, I keep doing the same shits over and over again and failing. But I also have skills that I don’t hide, I am strong minded and the way I see it : it has never really helped me with my relationships to people. Especially men. Labeling me “weird chick” is not original Saul. I’m sure most women are like me. But the world doesn’t see it I guess.

Today, I am not in the mood. We’ve got some problems with the gears, the venue isn’t ready and my hormones are working on me. Everything in me is boiling, every emotion. I can manage my emotions and impulses, hormones are not an excuse to be an asshole. But in this type of job, you have to take a lot of shit from people you don’t like so the band themselves don’t have to. Granted, they had to confront them in order to make their band what it is today but man, this isn’t easy. So, as for today, frustration will be my motto. One person pisses me off, I will send them to their grave.

As if it wasn’t enough, we’ve asked me to bring some guitar gear in Slash’s backstage room. I have purposely avoided him since the start of my shift, which is not easy when you are working for him. So far it seems to work, changing hallways last minute, not going to the crowded places and most importantly, his backstage room. From the glimpses of him I saw thorough the day I could tell you how beautiful he looked. He always does, but today it’s working on me. Which is frustrating me even more because I want to see him as much as I want to avoid him. His style didn’t change much from any other day, the sunglasses, the leather jacket, the hat and one of those shirts he has the secret of. It’s just that today is a day where my mind said fuck off to any type of morals I may try to have and I have to manage it as best as I can.

Before going into his backstage room, I made sure he wasn’t around. As I enter the room and leave his gear I can’t help but stop in front of the mirror before heading out. I contemplate my reflection, my eyes lingering over my body. The sadder part with those days is that I feel like I can’t and will never be understood or loved. This doesn’t bother me the majority of the time because it’s probably true and I have made peace with it a long time ago. My emotions are on the verge on days like those, so I let myself grief this fact. I wouldn’t say I look beautiful. I wouldn’t say I am satisfied with my life right now. Even if it is going slowly in the right direction. I let out a tear thinking of all this and whip it away quickly.

“- Looking good y/n, trying to cosplay a zombie?” Slash laughs.

Shit. Just what I fucking needed.

“- Not today Saul.” i answer, rolling my eyes.

He is standing right behind me, I can see his smug smile and I know his eyes are playful even if they are hidden behind sunglasses.

“- Wow, Saul? Did somebody give you food after midnight?” he jokes.

I turn around and look at him with defiant eyes. He needs to be teached a lesson. You don’t piss y/n off like that. Slash or not Slash. I don’t know what I am about to do, but that’s definitely going to be interesting.

“- Fuck you. Did it ever occur to you that your teasing game might piss me off?” i ask, sassily.

“- And what are you going to do about it?” he teases, again, big smile on his lips.

“- Well… I could do that.” i say in a provocative tone.

I slowly wrap my fingers around the sides of his sunglasses and remove them off his face. I let them fall on the floor. I want to stay defiant to his eyes, I want to keep holding his gaze. Being nice and clean, putting away his sunglasses nicely is not in my scenario today. There’s a look I have never seen on him before. A fire in his eyes. He holds my gaze as hard as I hold his. My breath becomes heavier as I approach my lips dangerously to his. I can feel his chest go up and down heavily. It’s working.

“- See. Pretty annoying right?” i smile.

Fuck. The swift of breath from his lips too close to my smile is actually going to drive ME crazy. What an ass. Making me feel this way. I must stay focused. He smiles back at me, hinting his approval. He understood that we entered a game and he is letting me play. Let’s see how much I can push him before I make him mad. He doesn’t say a word, waiting for my next move. I step back and close the door. I remark that Slash is studying me, looking at my body, his stare lingering over my ass and hips. At this instant, the teasing game turned into lust.

I breathe heavily, getting him to stare back into my eyes.

“- Careful where your eyes linger big boy.” i incite, biting my lower lip.

I approach him again, purposely making him take a step back in the direction of the couch behind him.

“- I could also do that.” i smirk.

I grab his crotch. His cock hardens immediately at my grip. My pussy gets wet at this simple touch. I didn’t know how much teasing and keeping a person on edge could make me feel that much desire. Or maybe it’s Slash. Probably both, this raw, pure, lustful desire. Everything in my head is torn apart and I question everything. Did he start teasing just for fun or was he trying to hold back everything I am about to unleash right now. Was it his way of making me a part of his life? And why didn’t he make me understand this obvious desire we have for each other earlier. Fuck. I need him.

I hear him groan and get even bigger in the cup of my hand. I push him on the couch. A big guy like him wouldn’t flinch from a light push from me. I’m not weak but I did not push him very strongly. He let himself be pushed, waiting for my next move. His legs are spread and I take a seat on one of his thighs.

“- I don’t know what you want from me Saul, but I will take what I want. Is that okay?” i ask languorously.

He doesn’t talk, he just bops his head with an audacious smile, answering affirmatively to my question.

“- Good.” i chuckle.

I dispose my lips on his neck. Biting slightly making sure to leave all the spots my lips went to stay wet with my taste. I start kissing his face, all the spots I can, expect his lips, leaving him on edge, teasing him. As I do just that, I start rubbing my clothed cunt against his thigh. I feel him gasp, both for the frustration on his lips and in his pants. I leave a mark in his neck, right under his ear only for me to go above and nip alternatively on both his ears.

“- Mmmh… Fuck.” i curse in between moans.

I rub against his thigh ruthlessly, my thrusts are short but harsh and my pleasure grows more and more. My back arch and I end up using my hands to support myself on his shoulders. I throw my head back and I hear Slash groan. A frustrated groan, making me even more thrilled. Knowing that at this right moment I own him just for my only pleasure makes me even more horny. His thigh is so comfortable, imagining how his pretty cock must be almost brings me to my release.

It’s getting harder for me to hold on. I don’t want him to touch me, I want to keep him on his limit so I take it upon myself and rub as good as I can on his leg.

“- Saul! Fuck that’s good!” i cry.

I pant heavily and I feel my jeans getting soaked with my cum. My legs shake and squeeze around Saul’s leg and my cheeks are all blushed with my effort.

I won.

Slash looks like he is about to explode. Good for him. He looks mesmerized and embittered. That’s what you get for being a little bitch like that. A wild mess lost in his thought. What a magnificent view.

I kiss his lips very quickly and lightly before smiling while putting myself together. Even if this kiss was quick, I had never felt such soft comfortable lips.

“- See. That’s what you get for teasing me.” i playfully say, getting off him.

Saul stays still on the couch, his eyes on fire and I walk toward the door, happy to have pushed his limit, ready to resist his game.

Slash pov

What a fucking bitch. A beautiful mess, out of breath and still taking away mine. She is lighting herself a cigarette. Like she is gonna get away with this. I can’t hold on anymore, I have to make her mine. I have to have her all for me, I have to fuck her and make her come again but this time around my cock. I have to make her my girl.

Truth is, ever since she started working here she drives me crazy. She is one of those women that don’t give a shit. She has no mind about being perfect, she’s completely detached from reality, she does her things and she doesn’t take shit. She’s a weird chick some might say, but I absolutely adore creepy shits. Her wilderness and emotions are always so honest. I have held back for the past few months because she’s much younger than me. I’ve never felt as if I was worth dating a chick like her and I was sure she would say no. I’d rather tease her and at least have some kind of interactions with her than avoid her all the time.

Before she could open the door I push her against the wall. Her eyes look like a lost puppy. I take the cigarette out of her mouth and throw it in the ashtray on the table. She had all the time she needed to get away, but she stayed here. Back against the wall still high on her orgasm. Watching her pleasuring herself on my thigh was both a torture and delight. I wanted to touch her and make her come with my hands. She refused and left me on edge. The only thought in my head was among the lines of “What a bitch, I want her.” I come back to her and put one of my hands on her waist pushing her more against the wall and the other in her neck, my fingers playing with her jawline. I breathe close to her mouth for a few seconds, teasing her as she did. She seems to take frustration way harder than me because she looks pissed and starved, and this makes me even more out of my mind. I take her lips hungrily, I kiss her, starving for her tongue. Fuck, I shouldn’t be so crazy about her but here she is, moaning in my mouth begging for my tongue to play with hers. Such soft lips. So tender and matching mine perfectly.

“- You shouldn’t have done that y/n. I will not let you get away, so if you wanna go, go now.” i say to her, drunk on her scent.

She moans as I take the back of her thighs and wrap her legs around me. Still against the wall, I wait for her answer while kissing her collarbone.

“- Hmmm… do it.” she almost whispers.

“- Do what?” i tease.

“- For Christ’s sake! Do it! Fuck me fuckhead!” she laments.

“- Your desires are orders madam.” i answer her playfully, smiling in the crook of her neck.

I go back to her mouth, mixing my tongue with hers while I tease her thighs with my hands. I can feel her wet cunt on my lower stomach and her laments desperate to deal with this ache. To hell with it. She deserves it. I rip her thin shirt away to expose her tits to me. She will take my shirt. Fuck it. She doesn’t wear a bra and I can access her perfect tits immediately. I lick and bite them mercilessly, teasing her more and more. I can’t wait to enter her but I just want to hear her beg for me.

“- Saul… mmhm… stop.. mmh… fucking around… mmhm… and fuck me already!” she pants, out of breath.

“- I fucking love the way you curse all the time.” i tell her, biting the skin around her nipple.

I remove her pants and underwear. What a pretty sight. What a pretty cunt. I could make this my meal for the rest of my life. I’d never starve. I put her back against the wall. I want to show her how bad I’ve wanted her for the last months. I want to show her what I wanted to do to her every time she’d pass over me in a hallway. How hungry, how bad I have been craving her. I unbuckle my pants and let my dick free. Her eyes got bigger and she opened her mouth to the view of my hard cock. She looks at it like she got to have a taste of her favorite meal and it drives me crazy. I give her no time to comment before I push her head against the wall kissing her lips as I bury myself deep inside of her. She’s so fucking wet. Fucking hell. I know I’m stretching her out. I can feel it. I love it.

“- SAUL!” she gasps, gripping my back. “It’s so fucking big!”

“- Shh.. I know you can take it. Scream if you need to baby, I don’t give a shit if we hear us.” i answer, moving in and out of her.

I pound into her fast and hard, making her moan each time I shove myself deep into her. She’s so damn hot. She feels so good. That’s it. I’m taking her with me. Her face becomes a mess as she cannot seem to catch her breath correctly. Between kisses, her mouth stays wide open, sometimes, she bites her lips, letting out small whimpers. I love it rough and she’ll love it too. I can tell she already does.

“- Saul… aahh.. that’s fucking good aaahh don’t stop.” she screams.

See? Told you. I give her one last hard pound and lift her up grabbing the back of her thighs. I’m still inside her, my cock hitting her deep every step I take. Her little whines are a melody I am more than happy to work on. She tries her best to hold onto me and makes my hat fall as she moves her arms around my neck. Whatever man, I have been wearing this hat since ages, her, it’s the first time. As I throw her on the couch my dick slips out of her, leaving me without her. What kind of fucking witch is she? Seconds out of her and my cock already misses her cunt.

“- Turn around.” i command, removing my shirt.

She smiles defiantly and executes herself. I waste no time and shove my dick back into her as I push as deep as I can. I keep her head buried in the couch as I mercilessly pound into her. I hear her whimper in pleasure. My mouth next to her ear, laughing, biting it slightly.

“- This is what you fucking get when you’re being a bitch.” i whisper in her ear.

I continue my rough pounding leaving trails of kisses all along her back. I know I’m about to come, how can I not when I’m banging her? Trust me though, I’m far from being finished with her.

“- AAH SAUL! I’M COMING! PLEASE! COME IN ME! FUCKING DO!” i hear her scream, muffled on the couch.

Just what I fucking needed. Hell yeah I will my love.

Not long after I come into her pussy still pounding as I feel her legs shake and her cunt getting tighter. She fucking came all over my cock. Just like I said I wanted her to. I grab her by the hair and bring her to my chest. She turns her head to me. She’s a mess with her hair all over her face, sticking with her sweat. Out of breath and panting for air. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful, as usual. I give her a wet sloppy kiss, removing the hair out of her face.

“- Good girl.” i tease into her ear.

I put her back on my side and lift her up again to sit her on the table. I still need her. I’m hard again like a fucking horny teenager. She makes me into this sex depraved slave succubuses love so much. She can take my soul for the record, I don’t give a shit. She can be the devil, a witch or an alien. To me, she's first and for all the woman I want, the one I desire and I want to be with. Bitch, witch, baby. Something like that. And in her eyes, I’m probably just the fucking dumbass who dared touching her. That’s okay. I’m cool with it. If she always looks at me the way she does now, I’m cool with it.

Sucking on her tits, I shove myself into her again, immediately pounding her hard. Her legs shake uncontrollably so I lock them up around my waist. She lies down on the table playing with her tits, moaning and biting her lips.

“- Oh my god that’s so good. Aaahh… Continue.” she cries.

Putting my hand around her neck I bring her back to my chest. Her back arches frantically at every movement I do inside her. So that’s why she was lying down. I slow down and move little by little inside of her to see how she moves her ass and back around on the table.

“- FUCKING STOP THE TEASING ASSHOLE… AAAH” she whimpers.

She puts her arms behind my neck and lets her nails sink into my back. With her head buried in the crook of my neck I laugh and go back to my hard pace. Hearing her little cries makes me the happiest man on earth. I hold her with one hand on her back and the other in the back of her head. At this instant, it’s like she is all mine. Like she could break if I let her go.

“- There babygirl, take it all, like the good slut you are. I know you love it, don't hold back.” i kiss her forehead before leaving her head to fall back in my neck.

“- AAH FUCK YES THAT’S GOOD! I’M SO FF-UUL IT’S SO B-BIG!” she whimpers.

Her fucking voice drives me crazy. She bites and teases my neck violently as a way to show me she is still holding on. I’m sure my back is all scratched and marked by now, but i’ll let her take everything off of me if it means I can get to fuck her brains out like right now. I groan, knowing I'm almost there, when I feel her legs squeeze around my waist and her back arch I know she’s also about to come again. I embrace her tightly as I screw her as fast and deep as I can.

“- AH…MHH… HAA… HM… SAUL… YES! YES! YES!” she comes screaming my name.

I come in her again. She stays like that for a few minutes. Panting, all naked into my arms. I hear her broken voice laugh slightly.

“- So that was it… all this teasing.” she laughs again.

“- You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck your brains out, teasing me back like that was not a good idea.” i answer.

“- Oh it definitely was a good idea. And I’ll do it again.”

“- No need to. I’m not letting you go. You’re mine now.”

She moves around to be able to look at me in the eyes. Her arms still wrapped around my neck and her cheeks still all flustered.

“- I am?” she smirks.

This smirk could make me fuck her again right now. Yes she is. I have been tortured by her presence for the past few months, now that she’s here I'm not letting her go. I move around to get a cloth to clean her up with. When I go back to her I catch her shy smile as she turns her head on the side.

“- Okay.” she almost whispers, smiling slightly.

I can’t resist taking her chin to turn her head to me to kiss her deeply. There was a chance it was a pure unique act of lust for her. A chance she’d left and say “never again”. A chance I’d taste her pussy only once with my cock, trying to forget how much I want to eat her out. A chance she’d realize I was older than her and she’d get away from me. Looking at the clock on the wall I realize it’s time for the show. What a great fucking day. Fucking the chick I’ve been thinking off non stop since months, playing on stage and then get back to fucking her. The two things I love the most. After the show, I’ll steal her away and get her back with me. What the fuck is the manager gonna tell me anyway? They don’t need her as much as I do.

“- Show’s gonna start baby. Let’s get the job done.” i wink, my hands resting on her waist.

I take my shirt and put it on her. God she looks so hot in my shirt. She should only wear that. She gives me a doubtful stare.

“- It’s okay, I’m hot anyway.” i smile.

Her gaze is playful as she goes down on her knees. She licks her lips and grabs my penis in her hand. She kisses slowly the tip of my cock. I take a deep breath and her smile goes feeble.

“- See you later big boy.” she brightens up again.

Bitch.

There she puts it back in my pants to only leave me my belt to put back on. Bitch. She’s lucky I can hide my bulge behind my guitar, she’s lucky we don’t have time. On the floor, I see her grab her thong that she slides into my pocket.

“- Eye for an eye.” she teases.

This isn’t fair. I give her my shirt, she gives me a piece of art. Putting her pants back on, I light her cigarette again and put it in her mouth.

“- Always finish what you started.” i say, getting her hair out of her face.

“- Whatever.” she rolls her eyes. “Go do your job.” she stops. “Play as good as you always do.” she smiles, cupping my face in her hands.

“- Coldness with a tinge of consideration, exactly what I love.” i kiss her neck, before letting her slip away to get out.

I hear her laugh evaporate as she disappears in the hallway. I know she’s playing around, she stays composed like her legs weren’t still shaking seconds from now. How fucking cool she is.

The show went great. When I get back backstage I see her there, cheering the end of this awesome show. She put on a leather jacket. After the show, we generally answer interviews and talk with some fans to end up having a little party all together. Not as wild as in my 20s, but still not very well-behaved. Tonight, I don’t give a shit, I have other businesses to attend. I greet the guys and let them know I’m going.

“- Where you going man, something to do?” Duff asks me.

I arrive in front of y/n and lift her up over my shoulder. She gasps and laughs.

“- Yeah man, something urgent! Might take me a long time, might kill me. Just in case, y’all can start looking for a new lead!”

“- Dumbass.” i hear her answer, which makes me laugh.

I fucking love her bitchy tone.

I admit. She won.

y/n pov

Here I am, being carried around like a sack of potatoes by the man I thought I could never have. I had the best sex of my life and something tells me I’m about to get it again. If I knew, I would have teased him back a long time ago. He said I was his.

In truth, he’s mine.

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“Face of an angel with the love of a witch”.

A/N : i wrote that when i was horny as hell, clearly came from my delusions, i love the idea of slash having this feral internal dialogue because he just wants you so bad! enjoy loves <33 (slash if you read this i’m ready for your love ;))

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Autistic Casper HC's

This was requested by @no-see-um-incorrect IM SO SORRY THAT POST WAS JUST MESSING UP FOR SOME REASON??? But here's the version that actually has things and isn't half asked bc I tried posting it early to see if I can edit it more-

Charlie knew you were autistic ever since y'all became friends.

He knows what types of textures you hate and how to avoid you touching them.

I feel like he's helped you a lot with your overestimating before and knows how to help you calm down.

Charlie has defended you a lot over the years you guys have been friends since there was some assholes that thought you were weird and made comments.

Charlie loves listening to your hyperfixations because of simply loving the passion you have for it.

When you make noises Charlie would sound them back, I can just see him doing it idk how to explain it.

Has tried to buy you stim toys and other things so you can used them if you feel overestimated in a situation.

When yall were younger and went to the skate park and it was really loud he would give you headphones and give you your Walkman to listen to music.

If you have safe foods I can see him getting them for you if you run out of them! He might accidently get the wrong brand but it's the thought that counts.

If he has a question he means it genuinely even if it does sound kinda mean he just a lil dumb-

He has a lil journal (I feel like he got one after leaving the crime life behind to write his thoughts down) and there's lil notes about you so he doesn't forget anything.

If you ever think he's mad at you he isn't he just thought of a cute gift he could give you that links to your hyperfixation!

Also if you think spam texting us bad don't think that bc Charlie honestly probably prefers texting!! (Lil hc)

Yes, there will be bumps only bc he is a lil clumsy but don't ever think he doesn't love you for who you are.

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

my horrible horrible Batman/bruce Wayne headcannons

He’s half Sicilian and half Jewish. I will take this to my actual grave/srs

the real reason he can walk away and fight people with broken bones and while bleeding out is because he has an undiagnosed pain disorder. Like the one where you can’t feel pain at all. And has never realized it ever, and the batfam are completely oblivious too. Thomas Wayne (his dad) had it and never noticed either.

he sings songs to his kids, but really really bad covers. On purpose. He also has a secret YouTube music channel called “bats in the belfry” where he uploads his good guitar/vocal covers. He accidentally goes viral, and juggles a triple life as a semi-famous songwriter and singer. No one knows it’s him though, not even the league.

Thomas gave bruce all his old medical texts, and used to teach him first aid when he was little. little bruce loved it so much.

bruce actually has his doctorate in chemistry, engineering, medicine, biology, botany, and he took some random courses about the bats of Gotham and then studied veterinary medicine.

he proudly displays his many doctorates he earned in the same 3 years, in the library where no one see them.

his best friend forever is Harvey dent, even though Harvey and Harv are twoface. he does not care and randomly rocks up to his house with some good brandy, and invites them to his house always and forever.

bruce is actually a good dad, he's just also oblivious and accidentally hurts his kids feelings.

he actually hates being called bruce, and considers it his deadname. he actually one time when he was poisoned got out the name change forms filled them out with the name Bat Bruce Wayne and got his name changed and then he started feeling better after being poisoned he realised that he changed his legal name to Bat Wayne and he could not change it back. he tries to lie about it but he still has to sign forms with his legal name, no one has figured it out yet. everyone just assumes Bat Wayne is like his 9th kid or something.

bruce despite being rich as balls actually hates being rich with a passion, and literally throws his money at anything he can. when he was younger he tried desperately to get rid of all his money via charities, investing in local Gotham shops and chains, and literally paying for any health or medical care thing he could. sadly that only made the entire city of Gotham love him, and sadly he just got 30x the money he put in. and he still doesn't know how. it basically turned into a one upping where bruce tried everything he could to get rid of his money but all that happened was people started to love and adore Wayne tech and Wayne industries, and bruce Wayne's constant stream of donations to literally every single charity he could shove money in their hands. it backfired horribly and now he has a LEGION of international Bruce Wayne fans who literally give him money. he hates every single moment.

he has a weird thing going on with joker, they made out a couple times and they both refuse to ever bring it up. (bruce would have killed him if he didn't kinda have the hots for him and thought he couldn't be redeemed.)

he singlehandedly is keeping all of Gothams diverse bat species alive and well, he also has like 1,000s of pet bats in the batcave.

his favourite colour is actually yellow, but he just likes that black is stealthy.

he actually has tons and tons of scars, and no one really knows because bruce always wears fingerless gloves and long sleeves. they just think it's a fashion statement, bruce just likes covering up his scars.

he started a conspiracy that batman was actually not real and just a cryptid, he leans even more into it as Bruce Wayne.

he picks up all his kids and spins them around at random, because he loves keeping them on their feet.

he's low-key on and off dating both Catwoman and Harvey, while having work husband Clark Kent be his teammate.

the media completely forgets bruce literally has multiple doctorates some times. and when he publishes any work he does everyone is like "oh look it's Bruce Wayne, not THE Bruce Wayne of Wayne tech. science Bruce Wayne of the same name. because the playboy billionaire doesn't publish in scientific journals" and then one time he was invited to give a lecture on poison ivy's plants and the critically endangered Gotham wild rose of which there is only one left and of which he is currently keeping safe in his plant house. anyway everyone was fucking shocked and bruce put on his serious scholarly tone and started talking. while in a yellow Gotham U jumper with coffee stains on it while looking like he was in a car crashes aftermath only moments earlier. (he just forgot to set his bones again.)

bruce has autism and OCD. his special interest is gray ghost, and he fucking hates bright lights. (sun glasses indoors kinda guy)

bruce keeps like 50 photos of his kids in his wallet, 1: because it's funny 2: because he does not bring a phone with him anywhere.

and lastly, when he was doing his tour around the world to learn all types of fighting and escapism. he also learned he was horrible at cooking, just downright destructive.

[moltengoldveins]

so it’s been about a year and a half since Technoblade’s passing. I’m not ready to talk about it, but let’s be real. I’m never going to be. We have what we have when we have it, then it’s gone. I didn’t talk enough about him while he was here, so I’m doing it now.

I was really active in the MCYT fandom when I was younger, ages six to twelve or so. Then again for about three years before Techno’s passing, joining early 2019 as far as I remember. Techno was the first online figure I’d encountered with even a passing resemblance to my own sense of humor and philosophy on life. I respected him a lot, and grew to love the community because of the environment he cultivated. He was also a big figure in my journey towards realizing I was ace. I’m not about to speculate on him or his tastes, but he didn’t base his humor around sex or romance. He never really brought it up. He avoided the topic when other people did, and he was Still Funny. He was still loved and valued by his fans and community. That was really big for me. That someone could ignore all that stuff and still be loved. That Will and Tommy and such never made him feel lesser for being uninterested.

His character kept me invested in the DSMP. His humor helped me through the worst parts of Covid. I’d already read The Art of War, but his love for it made me appreciate it and the rest of the classics so much more. The stories and art, the music and headcanons, all of it irrevocably altered the way I tell stories and the way I view the world. He helped me articulate a lot of my moral code, and concretely understand a lot of my beliefs. His relationship with Philza, both in character and out, also helped me. I had no idea friendships could be that intimate without being romance, and my friendship with my best friend is significantly closer now. My family has lost a lot to cancer. At the time of Techno’s announcement, I’d recently lost a grandfather to lung cancer, my other granddad had just barely fought it off, and my aunt had dealt with blood cancer as a kid, leaving her incapable of having kids. I’ll admit: I panicked. I hated cancer with a passion and I still do: I couldn’t fathom loosing another person to it, public figure or otherwise. I was never allowed to interact much with the internet while I was a minor. By the time I wasn’t one anymore, watching fandoms from the sidelines had already become habit. I never stepped in, never commented, never sent any messages in chat. I think I did it to maintain emotional distance. I was there for years, every stream, every video, cheering and screaming and chanting with the best of them, but entirely silent. I only really got close to breaking out of that weird sort of limbo once. It was some random stream, late in his illness, when a timer went off for his meds. He ignored it, cracked a joke, and even though I was at work I spent the next ten minutes thinking about it. “Just go take your meds, idiot.” I kept muttering to myself. I think I scared a coworker. I had the chat open and my fingers on my phone when he noticed the rest of chat yelling at him and took them, so I didn’t say anything. I never did. I regret that immensely now. I wasn’t any further removed emotionally because of my distance. I just felt like I’d never done anything of value when I could have.

I don’t think I really… processed it. When he died. I wasn’t in a very safe environment anyway, as my family had no idea I watched his content, much less cared so much, so I couldn’t emote much externally. What was I gonna say anyway? “Oh, some random guy on the internet died of cancer and won’t be making stuff anymore, darn, what a shame.”

So I didn’t process it. I went on as normal. I didn’t engage with any media made after his passing and I let the hurt fester. Everything was ✨fine✨… and then a few months later, I got a call while at college, “Grandad has cancer again. He’s probably not going to make it this time.”

Yeah. Yeah that. That hurt. A lot. That semester became a painful mess of travel and sickness and missed classes and hard conversations with a dying man I still love more than anything. I was kicked out of my apartment without warning the day I got the call about his death. When I got the chance to breathe, it finally hit me, and I just sort of broke down. And the person I was grieving? Techno. Not my grandpa. Not at first. It was like I’d blocked the pipe up, and the first stuff to come out was the stuff that’d gotten stuck first. i sat down and cried about it. I reread Passerine for the first time since he’d announced the cancer. I started writing again on things I hadn’t had the heart to touch. I found Grandpa’s old dog tags and I haven’t taken them off since. It was… ok. I guess. But I still wouldn’t watch his videos. I couldn’t watch any of the other DSMP creators, especially not Phil. To be frank, I was also dealing with a lot of doubt in my faith at the time. Techno was the first person I’d ever known who died without being a professing Christian. I still don’t know what’s happened to him, and at the time I didn’t know what to do with that. I couldn’t tolerate the idea that, according to everyone around me, someone so funny and noble and kind and strong willed would end up parted from God or lost or whatever you think the afterlife might be for people who don’t ‘get everything right.’ And most of the people in my church circle are painfully callous when it comes to people who aren’t ‘in the right,’ who don’t die ‘correctly.’ I still don’t really know what to do with that, except for the fact that I hate it, and I don’t think it’s Christlike. I don’t think I’m going to find peace on that for a long while. I might wait until I die and see what happens. So I figured it was done and over. I’d been sad, I’d come to terms with it, I’d moved on. But I wasn’t… really acknowledging how much it mattered? And I wasn’t reengaging with the fandom at all. I assumed I never would. But recently, I made a friend. We’ll call her Jamie for privacy’s sake. Jamie’s really similar to me, but she’d never really interacted with the DSMP fandom. She was asking for fic recs and before I even thought about it I’d recommended Passerine. Then Bones in the Ocean. She loved them, then started asking who Techno was, so I mentioned the Potato Wars videos, and before I’d had the chance to flinch I was watching them with her, laughing and rolling my eyes and trying my hardest not to cry in front of someone who hasn’t the slightest idea why I’d be so emotional. But I watched them. And that evening I put a Philza stream on. I’m not done mourning Techno, the stuff he stood for, and the community he built around him. But I’m done hiding it. I’m sharing the art and the half-finished fics and the stuff I still laugh at years later. I’m gonna find time somehow to join Phil’s streams, and actually talk to people instead of watching from a distance. I’m gonna talk about it with people. I’m gonna buy merch. Because I loved him, in that same weird friend-brother-online-stranger way he seemed to love us right back, and I still do. He’s still here, in a weird way, making us laugh and cry and fight every battle with flawless confidence and our heads held high. It’s not easy, but he’s not dead until we let him stop. He’s not gone until we all decide he doesn’t matter anymore. And we’re Chat for crying out loud, that’s never gonna happen. Technoblade never dies.

[doorrobloxstuff]

LORE: Seek, Seekblings and Seeklings

Seek (It/Its)

Sort of imposed ‘leader/manager’ figure of the hotel. It keeps lists and assigns chores to the hotel’s denizens.

Also has..more..private tasks that it itself oversees to completion.

When not doing any of its multitude of things it assigns itself. It is either stuck somewhere on Figure’s body or chilling in a nearby wall and reading a book (or taking care of its children.)

DRAMA QUEEN with the WIne and ThE SkUlLs and ThE stuFF

Loves its suits and can sometimes be seen wearing them.

Born with chronic anxiety that it keeps all bottled in like the rest of its problems. Besides, it needs to help out its siblings!!

Not much can be said about it other then the fact that all it’s eyes are different colors from how many it snatches so heterochromia seek!!!

Has explosive fits of pure and unadulterated passionate anger in private. Doesn’t do this often though.

STUBBORN.

Also ✨traumatized✨ but at a really young age so it’s had time to simmer.

Loves wine like it’s sibling eyes and will often take Figure out for wine sipping dates.

Figure has all the brain cells. Seek needs its Figure lol.

Jeff’s child..not a happy relationship.

Twins with Hide, very close :)

Eyes is it’s older sib.

Had another parent.

Married to Figure <3

Parent of Snare, Screech and Mystery entity. Seek really just said “just three pls.” And they are YEARS in between each other.

That and having Snare nearly killed Figure so-

Unlike Rushbush who can’t keep their goddamn hands off eachother for five minutes.

Ehhh I’ll let you guys ask for the rest.

Hide (It/Its)

Shy creature. Spread across the hotel like Seek, just more sneaky with the placement of its eyes.

Likes food. (A lot.)

Like looks Seek, but blue tinted like Jeff.

Has horrible panic attacks during and after hunts that takes hours or even days to recover from. The chronic anxiety is ramped up to 100.

Stutters a lot.

Has a HUUUUUUGE crush on glitch. Yes, it’s siblings, Glitch, literally everyone in the hotel are very much aware of this.

Wouldn’t mind adopting an asked if it was small enough and could confirm it’s actually a child.

Just gonna take awhile and there’s a whole bunch of stuff involved.

It likes wings and worked out a deal where if Rueben (who can leave the hotel) catches some birds he’ll trade with it.

Arguably scarier then Seek when angry.

It likes wings.

Good friends w/Timothy. Likes to learn its secrets.

Keeps the closets nice and clean :)

Has a little music box. Doesn’t remember where it got it but very it’s precious to it. It’s one of the few things that can calm down its more anxiety attacks.

Actually really good at chores and Seek trusts it with more delicate stuff.

Only one of Jeff’s children to still speak to him.

Seek’s twin!! Really close with it.

Younger sibling of Eyes. Occasionally they hang out.

I’m gonna develop this one through asks :)

Eyes (They/them)

Whirrs and beeps like a little geiger counter when happy!

Talks in multiple voices but is a singular being.

Not much to say about design wise just looks like

Then proceeds to do the weird whispery stuff they do in canon.

Used more as a scout or an alarm (rather then an actual intruder catcher) but is sometimes caught off guard. Updates other entities through whispers where an intruder currently is positioned.

Can teleport, but still has yet to perfect the art.

Actually has a really refined taste in wine and literature. Likes nuttier wines. bUt nObODy ASkS AbOUt iT. (They are annoying about it.)

Horrible anxiety worse then Seek’s but not as extreme as Hide’s.

More so anxiety attacks then panic attacks. (Yes, There is a difference.)

ABSOLUTELY FUCKING HATES JEFF I CANNOT MAKE THIS UP

Has a casual thing with Jack that might grow serious with time.

Actually really mature despite being a little parrot like thing.

Has secrets

Older sibling of both Seek and Hide.

Plays the violin

Actually pretty good friends w/Halt.

Has terrible allergies hence why ^

Screech (It/Its)

(Art not by me btw I just thought it was funny. ^ )

Middle child + iPad kid energy

Loud as fuck

Rueben regrets giving it an iPad for Christmas because you can hear its primal screeches at three am.

Can also teleport (learned from its nibling Eyes)

Still learning how to hunt and mostly just takes big bites outa people or animals for sustenance.

Likes to occasionally prank its older sibling

Good friends w/Dupe and Sally

Cannot do chores for the life of it.

Might have ADHD or Autism??? Maybe even both??? Still deciding I’m more pointing towards ADHD honestly.

Has a more bipedal form it uses sometimes

Got all its looks from Jeff lol.

Likes to cuddle w/Snare and play on the iPad with it. Occasionally takes it on little adventures.

Actually really careful around books thanks to Figure but would absolutely tear stuff apart.

Has managed to sneak out of the hotel through grandpa’s backpack. GL has never noticed LMAO.

Will play w/the askers just ask nicely.

Is unaware of the crush Dupe has on it.

Siblings w/mystery entity and Snare :)

Ask to figure out more <3

Snare (It/Its)

Built like Figure but can melt into a bunch of vines plant-like vines like seek.

Has one eye like Seek

sharp teeth like figure.

If you decide to draw it think..figure but with a bunch of predatory plants on its back.

Little baby. The youngest out of all the siblings and is a super young child/toddler

Has a few predatory plants scattered around like pitchers and sundews that it shares nitrogen with.

Still learning to respect non-predatory plants within its boundaries. It’s a little guy it keeps eating them or choking them out.

Has sundew-like whiskers and little pitchers it’s it likes it’s bugs

Originally it assisted Rush in hunts incidentally. It doesn’t like people stepping on it’s surface lung system (that’s what those holes are for) so it’s developed sharp ends.

Then after it managed to help Rush get someone, it started to encourage it and that’s how their partnership began.

When people started stepping on it, it developed keratin to counteract it and prevent damage.

Friendship/mentorship with Rush! Views it almost like a third parent.

The hotel’s nickname for it is “Sne Sne” “little sundew” “pokey”.ect (bonus points if you can guess which nicknames are from who)

Little spoiled vicious baby.

Mystery entity (It/It’s?)

Lol you know the purple one? The one El-Goblino mentioned?

That’s a Seekgure kid, the eldest.

Doesn’t have a name yet and won’t till floor two is made.

You don’t see it a lot. Mostly spends its time on the second floor or occasionally visiting the rooms gang.

Older teen/ Young adult, around the rooms gang’s age.

 I dunno maybe it’ll end up with A-60 or somethin I’m leaving them deliberately vague because “purple” and “creepy” is all we get from Gobby’s dialogue.

Big sib at college vibes.

Boom! Done! Up next is the intro, then rooms gang!!

[gorey]

It's just so weird now trying to find a "peer group" when our life has been inconsistent in such ways that the circles we felt most connected to initially in life were these hyperperforming academic type kids bc that's like. what we Were too. before the episodes started. I know a lot of people talk about "gifted kid burnout" or whatever and like. We do not value or even believe in Intelligence as a metric any positioning of ourself as being above others due to the fact that we used to get good grades is completely worthless to us but it's not about that. It's about not only having your deepest passions and dreams (in our case professionally pursuing astrophysics which was/is our special interest) become completely unattainable but also losing access to basic freedoms bc you're too fucked in the head to make enough money in any job at any prestige level to house yourself feed yourself etc etc, watching those around you who you were once on par with excel and integrate into academia and industry while you feel like you've totally lost the plot and are just waiting around to die. bc there's no salvaging this. Those who were once our peers are now light-years away from who we are now and from the way we exist and move through the world. There were others from other places but the people we were closest to in our later high school years no longer speak to us. There's literally only one person we can think of that we like. Relate to in any way in terms of worldview and spirituality and what sounds like a good time. It was the three of us for a while, him and me and my now-ex. the breakup didn't affect our friendship with him and we're hopefully seeing him again later this month but every time we hang out with anyone even if we love them to bits we want to eat glass. Nostalgia for our other ex's vast and easygoing high school friend group that survived into college and after that we were never truly a part of bc we were from another town and also like three years younger than everybody but they were kind to us. It was a group we could socialize with and not hate ourselves terribly afterward. They were kinda normie but if you looked close not really. Wish we had gotten to know the nonbinary fem section of the group better but we were intimidated so we mostly just chilled with the cis dudes. it didn't feel like a peer group but it did feel safe and they liked our music taste and shared their weed and were all around solid folks. we just dream of like. one day being in a group as in 4+ people who are chill and likeminded and communicative and have some perspective on the shit we've faced so we don't feel like a complete disaster. maybe one day we'll be able to create that for ourself

[daidoruyume]

Chapter 1 Miyuu and midnight☆RAINBOW

I always made sure people saw me as a very normal person. I was quite gifted in some areas, but I liked the feeling of not standing out and being average. I felt like it was just perfect to be so “normal”. I had been living in Tokyo for college for two years, being at the ripe age of 20, and had even made some friends, who definitely didn’t know that side of me. If you know me a little better, you might think I’m talking about the fact that I’m a lesbian, but that’s not the case, since I was already out. It is a much more complex and passionate thing… it is something that lies deep within me, something I’d never dare to tell anyone about. It is about one person, so important to me I had to see her face in every inch of my room so I could feel inner peace. Someone I’ve spent tons and tons of money for someone I loved more than I loved my own reasoning and senses. It was about her, Yamamoto Miyuu, my favorite idol. 

 I was 15 years old when midnight☆RAINBOW had its major debut. Until then, my interests were merely literature and I didn’t care much about music, but one day, I found them on Twitter and it changed my life forever. Miyuu was 17 years old at that time, and she shined brighter than all of the other members combined (as much as I loved them). The group had some interesting additions, Yuzu, who was half african-american, half Japanese and Ayumi, who was transgender. I thought that was quite amazing! They received a lot of backlash at first, but they slowly built a fanbase and even made it to the budokan. I will explain about each member so I can make it more clear why I love Miyuu so much. 

 The oldest in the group, Nishijima Keiko, debuted at age 20. She’s very lady-like, but has a strong, deep voice. Unlike most idols, she has a larger figure and weighs around 70kg. But the group has this beautiful harmony, and she doesn’t stand out in a bad way. She even started her own brand of underwear for girls with a bigger body, since she always struggled to find bras and panties that felt comfortable. She’s also a great cook and even released a cookbook with recipes she learned from her father, who has a restaurant. She was born in Okinawa but moved to Tokyo when she was really young, only spending her summers there. Keiko, in the beginning of the group’s history, always kept her honey-colored wavy hair in a very tight, big red bow. She started wearing different types of bows lately, but that’s really “her thing.”

Next in line is Satou Satomi, who has always hated the combination of her last and first names. She’s the most boyish in the group, but she keeps a dark brown long hair. Her hobbies include photographing and watching movies, and she even has a YouTube channel where she posts reviews of her favorite ones. She’s really into some weird stuff, though, like foreign movies in black and white which I don’t get at all. She and Keiko are best friends in the group. 

 Miyuu is next, but I’ll like to talk about her later. Fourth is Anna, who is Miyuu’s younger twin sister. They’re fraternal, so they don’t really have the same face. She’s the “it girl” from the group, always dressing pretty and fancy. She knows a lot about hair and make up, so she usually comes up with the designs so the staff can replicate. She has long, straight bright-red dyed hair and she’s always very cute. She’s known for being very different from Miyuu and loooooving to party. Papparazzis always have so much luck with her, capturing her at night clubs. 

 Fifth is Rin, which is how Watanabe Kaori likes to be called. Kaori > Kaorin > Rin. See? She’s “the sexy one”, always liking to show off her moves and charming voice. Rin usually pairs with Miyuu to play pranks on the other girls, and she, in her own words, loves to annoy the youngest member, Ayumi. She gave nicknames for every one of the girls and makes jokes all the time. Actually, her backstory is very sad, since she grew up poor and had to raise her brother on her own, because her parents were very abusive and did drugs. She had her rise, though, after years of struggling, because of her amazing talent. A video of her singing “Blue light Yokohama” went viral some years ago, and it helped make the girls more famous. She also gave a presentation once telling which animal each of the members would be. While wearing a onesie. And then she did a weird dance. She’s… one of a kind. 

 Next is who we call Yume, Kakizaki Yumeko. She was born rich, but sooooo rich, and you can see it. She’s always dressed in very expensive clothes, and she keeps long, white hair that goes down to her knees. Her chara is to be quite mean to the other members, while in reality she’s very fond of them. She’s very smart and almost followed her dad’s career — he’s a doctor —, when she stopped everything and had the realization she needed to be an idol. She has a petite body, almost child-like, and seems to be very fragile, although she hates to be compared to a kid. She has pointy fangs and could probably kill anyone with only a stare. She’s also the one who does burikko sometimes. Who doesn’t like some fanservice?

 Then we have Yuzuna, or Yuzu, as we usually call her. She actually has two names she signs her posts with, either Stella Campbell or Tachibana Yuzuna. She’s way taller than the other members and oftenly made fun of her low intelligence. It seems that it’s most likely a case of laziness, since her family is very wealthy and both parents have graduated from prestigious universities in the USA and in Japan. She also speaks, alongside Japanese and English, fluent Mandarin and Spanish. She’s great at sports and will dress very boyish in these scenarios, but she also loves wigs and high heels and she will dress very femme-like when she wants to. She’s very complex, in my opinion, for being so… gifted, it seems, and yet, when you look into her eyes, you might have the feeling that her head is empty. She doesn’t care about being academically smart, though, and she confesses she didn’t try to do well at school and doesn’t intend to go to college. 

 Lastly, we have Kaneko Ayumi. She’s the youngest and lives up for it, always being made fun of because of how tiny she is. Despite her looks being very juvenile, she’s the smartest member and plans to have a long-lasting academic life. She was also born in a wealthy family, but she wasn’t very lucky since her dad was always opposed to her transition and she lost her mom at a young age. Her name comes from Ishida Ayumi, a singer her mom liked a lot. She’s also tech smart and really into games and energy drinks. It’s said she doesn’t have a good sleep schedule, either. Also, she’s the cutest thing in the universe. I love Miyuu, she’s my everything, but not even beauty can defy cuteness.

 Now, the moment you’ve been waiting for… Miyuu. She’s quite tall, 1,74m to be exact. She has long blonde hair and eyes so bright you can see your entire soul. She’s the passionate leader of the amazing midnight☆RAINBOW and she’s so, but so amazing. She’s a talented actress, having played in dramas and voice acted for animes, she’s an artist, who paints beautiful things and also a mangaka, and she even writes stories with the members! She’s just so… amazing at everything she does. She’s quite boyish sometimes and oh boy, if she’s not gay, then I’m not gay either. Miyuu has the prettiest smile and the prettiest tears. She’s always so dedicate to everything, and loves the girls so much… she’s so pure… and, of course, she has noticed me many times! She always likes and sometimes even answers my comments, and I’ve met her countless times during their promotions. She even once said “I love you to me!” Well, I mean… she’s an idol, her job is to love us fans, but… it felt so special. Still, she’s quite silly (her, Anna and Yuzu are “the dumb trio”), unless it’s about art, English or history, then she can answer anything. But that clueless side of her is so cute, oh gosh, I love every bit of Miyuu… I almost forgot to mention, but she’s one hell of a guitarist and a rapper! She’s seriously so amazing and idol-like. On stage, she can do anything!

 About me? Well, aside from my immeasurable love for midnight☆RAINBOW, I study Portuguese at an amazing university here in Tokyo, since I have family in Brazil and would like to be closer to them. I have a part-time job as an English teacher nearby and, for hobbies, let’s just say that I like to write fanfictions. I’m really excited because there’s going to be a concert in a week, and I’m quite known in the ☆light (starlight) fandom on Twitter, under the username of @miyuuhanabi. I don’t like using my full name online, but since you can read “hana” as “ka”, too, it could be read as “miyuuka”! See how our names combine? We even have the same “Yuu” kanji. It’s perfect, it’s destiny!

 ☆☆☆

 I have quite a few ☆light friends, but my best friend is Kaho. She’s from Osaka, so our friendship is mostly online. Which doesn’t make it hard at all, since I don’t have so much free time anyways. Her handle on Twitter is @nijikeistarlight because Keiko is her oshi. She’s coming to Tokyo next month so we can go to the concert together, which is only available for the fans who sign their fanclub, and, of course, as the hardcore fans we are, we do. I had barely finished my work day when I logged into my account on Twitter. Miyuu had posted! Her stuff always made me so happy. It was about 6 PM. 

@miyuukiway

Kei-chan is cooking dinner for all of us! ☆light, how was your day? Did you have fun? Please rest well ~ We’ll have a live at 9 PM, prepare for good news.

 What could it be? I soon commented. 

@miyuuhanabi

I’m so excited! I won’t miss this live for anything! 

 And, as Miyuu had just posted that, she was still online and liked my comment. It was quite common, but I got happy regardless. I soon messaged Kaho on LINE about Miyuu’s tweet.

Yuuka: Ka-chan! Did you see Miyuu’s latest post?

Kaho: Which one? You know if it’s not directly about Keiko-chan I won’t click desperately.

She seemed to have opened it and read it when she sent me the next message.

Kaho: I bet it’s comeback news! 

Yuuka: Oh my God that would be so awesome. Who do you think would be the center this time?

Kaho: Well, it was Kei-chan last time… so I think it will be someone else. Krystal Ent. is very fair. I hope it’s Ayu-chan. 

Yuuka: Yeah, she had only one center. The other girls had more…

Kaho: But you want it to be Miyuuki, right?

Yuuka: Of course!! So she will have more lines… a solo would be good, too.

Kaho: You still wait for that mixtape.

Yuuka: Don’t make fun of me! Someday she will release a mixtape and she will be a very popular rapper.

 Gee, Kaho can be quite mean sometimes! I picked up my stuff and headed to my apartment which was only a few blocks away from the school I taught at. Arriving there, I could finally feel some comfort. My walls were decorated with posters, bromides, photo cards and chekis from midnight☆RAINBOW, and it was mostly Miyuu themed, of course. I had all of their CDs and DVDs, many towels, shirts, penlights and plushies. They were my everything. And Miyuu was the center of that Universe. My sun, which I revolved around with so much dedication and love. 

I decided to take a bath and cook some quick dinner, anything that wouldn’t take me too much time, so I didn’t intend on using Keiko’s cookbook (yes, I owned a copy!) that time. I needed to be fully prepared for the 9PM live. And, well, I had some homework too. But that I could get done with very quickly.

 ☆☆☆

 It was 8:50PM and I was starting to feel the thrills. The app they used to go live was created by their own company, Krystal Entertainment, and the lives were recorded, but I usually would record them myself in case they ended up deleting it. I never knew why I was so cautious, but, you know, “what if?”. I kept talking to Kaho and sipping from my teacup until they went live.

 “Hello! Shining bright in the night sky with our ☆light, it’s midnight☆RAINBOW!” It was their catchphrase, and how they opened their live. They started with some chit chat, asking if we were getting hyped and if we were excited. The chat was going crazy and, of course, I was one of these fans typing my soul out. 

“It’s been quite a while since we had our last single, right?” Miyuu said. She was so pretty whenever she talked… I loved her so much.

“That’s true!” Anna replied. 

“Which means, it’s time for something new…” Rin started suggesting.

“But we had six singles in a row, that can get a little annoying.” It was Yume’s turn.

“So, we’re releasing something better than a single!” Yuzu said.

“Better than a single? Isn’t it as good as it gets?” Satomi joked.

“Well, our last album was released almost two years ago.” Keiko said. This time, I received a message from Kaho with a few screenshots. She was going crazy over Keiko like I went over Miyuu. And then she would make fun of me, as if I was the only crazy one.

“That’s why we’re releasing a new album!” Ayumi was the one who revealed it to us.

“But there’s a lot more than that! We wanted to do it a little differently this time.” Miyuu started explaining. “Tomorrow, at noon, we will release the tracklist. I wasn’t going to spoil it, but I really want to.” She looked behind the camera. “Staff said it’s ok! So, everybody’s getting a solo, each one far different from the other! We want to show our singularity with it.” That was so… amazing… like, a whole song with only Miyuu? I love the other members, but that was definitely special! And, of course, I wanted to listen to the other solos too. “I hope you guys love it as much as we do. It’s a very special project.” She finished.

 After the announcement, they started talking about random things, and I enjoyed each minute until they said goodbye. Then, I chatted with Kaho a little more and went to sleep, waiting for the next day’s noon. But then, I found myself… at their concert?

[stargazingdruid]

Ao3 is being weird, so ya'll get to see the one shot here first!! Chosen one-shot to write was: Kaycee Hobbes regarding her younger sister, my original character and the female protagonist for "Overload".

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Kaycee wasn’t a big fan of background noise, particularly music. 

Even when she worked, or she had downtime and was mindlessly scrolling through websites (or, rather, still working….let’s just be honest here), Kaycee couldn’t stand the concept of listening to music while doing so. It wasn’t as if she hated music- admittedly, driving into work usually involved her blasting Led Zeppelin as loud as her car’s speakers could manage with her screaming to the lyrics. Sure, she was no American Idol Audition waiting to happen, but it got her pumped up for the long Morning Shift when she very clearly did not sleep the night before. Whatever works, right? 

However, when it came to Kaycee focusing on something- whether it was work or otherwise- the she could not fathom anything more than maybe the click of her mouse, the tap of the keyboard keys or the the audible sound she would make when she would sip her coffee. Kaycee was thankful that her co-workers, her fellow Devs, were courteous when they did their own thing in order to keep their momentum going- she knew damn well one of them listened to some YouTuber’s Let’s Plays while working on Magnificus’s area and the other who was in charge of Grimora had a huge passion for True Crime and Ghost Story Podcasts. 

That Dev, ((REDACTED)) her name was, she was definitely Kaycee’s favorite through mutual interests. The feeling was definitely returned, as when Kaycee’s birthday came around three months ago, she had seen that that same Dev named one of the skeletons after her. 

It definitely explained the reasoning behind why Kaycee was asked how she thought she was going to die, but “make it hilarious”. Dark Humor was really the best way to bond and form friendships, just ask Nurses and Doctors. Or, in this case, two overly worked game developers. 

Kaycee should reach out to her. ….To the other two as well. Well, maybe not one of them. One of them, she was going to still be mildly bitter for a bit longer. 

She *should* reach out to them. ….She wouldn’t, though. They didn’t get it. Or, at least, they were certainly pretending to not understand. This G L I T CH, a version of the world that looked so real, that Leshy had taken full control over, it had so many holes and needed to be fixed in so many numerous ways…but despite all of that, despite that it was so flawed, it was so fun. 

“This is literally how we dreamed it could be…a game that feels real….just needs a little tweaking, a little maintenance…” Kaycee whispered to herself, or maybe to Leshy- she was still on the fence whether he could hear her ot not, though he did seem to respond to her attempts at conversation- she really wasn’t too sure. 

A soft knock at her door, then it slowly creaking open. Kaycee didn’t flinch. She knew that familiar movement all too well. She waited for the usual greeting as well.

“You left the lights off again. At least open up a window or something to let some sun in.” Her voice was light with frustration, but nothing skin-deep. It was playful with the tinge of worry only a younger sibling could convey. Kaycee turned in her chair and acknowledged the teenager standing in the doorway who nearly looked identical to how she once looked when she was her age- the brown hair being mid-neck length and wearing more feminine clothes than what Kaucee used to wear being the contrast- one arm holding a backpack and the other with fingers resting on the lightswitch. She smiled wryly, but affectionately. Melody really never gave her a break, but that’s what she loved about her. Kaycee swiftly shut her laptop without looking. 

“Hey, kid.” came the usual greeting. Melody’s annoyed expression immediately melted into a smile.

“Hi, Sis.”

—----------

“Mom’s working late again?” Kaycee fished through her fridge to find something to drink for both she and her younger sister. She settled on some iced tea- Melody probably left it there last week- and poured a glass for each of them. Melody made an acknowledging noise, sitting at the small kitchen table with textbooks strewn about and a notebook prepared to be written in.

“Yeah, she complained about retiring again as soon as I turn 18 and go to college.”

“Tch, she said the same exact thing when I moved out of the house, but you know she’d lose her mind in only a few days. Woman always has to be busy or she becomes stirr crazy. ….Reminds me of somebody that I know.”

“Heeey. You’re the same way.”

“Yeah, I know. Such is the Hobbes’ women’s way. Grandma was just like that too, don’t you remember?”

“....She died before I was born, Kay.”

“.....Oops, forgot. Sorry.” Kaycee really could never remember that she and Melody (“Melly”) were a decade apart in age. When she was just turning ten, her mother realized that she was pregnant again and the bastar-....Dad, wasn’t too happy about that. They didn’t talk about him. It was better that way, despite Melody only having faint memories of him. Well, that was according to Melody that “she only had faint memories”, the asshole left the three of them when she was five, so she could possibly remember more than that. …That was for a therapist to look into, though, not her ‘I am clearly not mentally stable whatsoever, but we’re just going to ignore it until it actually becomes a problem’ older sister who sometimes had to take the role as Mom and Dad when her mother was too busy working double shifts to make ends meet. 

Oh. She forgot about that.

“Let Mom know when you go home that I’ll be sending her another check once I get paid next week, okay?” Kaycee reminded Melody, who wrinkled her nose slightly in puzzlement.

“You know that we’re doing okay now, right? You don’t have to keep helping Mom so much- maybe save some for yourself? You make enough where you could live in a much bigger apartment, or even rent a house.” Melody was worried. She always worried about her. It kind of made her laugh- wasn’t she supposed to be the older sister here? 

“Just do it, okay? Mom knows why and that’s all you need to know until you’re older.” Kaycee snickered and nearly choked on her drink when Melody puffed her cheeks in an inhale- she really had the perfect ‘chipmunk with nuts in mouth’ expression when she got like this, it was hilarious. 

“I’m not a kid anymore!”

“Oh, wow, thirteen isn’t a kid anymore? News to me since you’re not allowed to date until you’re way in your twenties on my watch.”

“T-That doesn’t mean I’m not more grown up! I’m turning fourteen soon too!”

“Ooooh, watch out, we got a Big-Shot over here!”

“You’re terrible!” Melody couldn’t keep up the charade of actually being angry and cracked up, Kaycee taking that as a sign to laugh her absolute ass off. It took a bit for the sisters’ laughter to die down before the older girl decided to put on her ‘second parent’ pants for a second.

“Okay, so what homework do you have to do? Don’t skip like last time, alright? I know Geometry sucks ass, but keeping up that GPA will get you into that really good highschool Mom mentioned.”

“Ughhh, she had to tell you.”

“Duuuuh, yeah, she told me. Look, the uniforms will be annoying, but I’ve googled the name and website. It’s a good school, especially for Music. You have no problem in that department, but your academics. ….Like I said, even if it’s hard and annoying, we’re going to push you through it. You’re smart, I know you are.”

“You’re biased.”

“Yes, I’m also honest and blunt. I’ll tell you when you’re being an idiot, but I’ll also tell you when you’re smart. Melly, you’re extremely intelligent when you put your mind to it- don’t just focus on music, alright? You’ll become one of those puns since your name literally IS Melody and your favorite subject is Music.” Kaycee grinned softly at Melody’s fluster.

“M-Mom probably didn’t do that on purpose.”

“Oh, considering the rest of the family is musically inept? Yeah, no, this was not predicted. ….Actually, tell you what, I’ll motivate you- one of my coworkers is in charge of the music for our upcoming game-”

“Oh! I wanted to ask you about that-”

“You know I can’t tell you anything, Melly. NDA and shit.”

“Ugh. Lame.”

“I know, I’m the worst. Anyway, where was I- right, my co worker. He’s in charge of the music for the game and I’ve talked about you to him. Some games….they DO need actual singing voices for their music…” Kaycee trailed off, smirking when she saw her little sister’s eyes light up and her whole body demeanor perk. Got her. “Get a good grade on these next few tests, study your butt off, I’ll even help you if you need help with Math and shit. You do that and I can see about playing one of your performances for him to listen to.”

“You’d….really do that?”

“Yep, but remember that you are still a kid- don’t give me that face, you are practically a fetus- and it’ll probably be a long time before you could actually participate in a project. But, I can at least have him listen to your voice and I can let you know what he thinks. Give you that motivation to keep going, right?”

“....Fair.” Melody slumped back in her seat, kicking at the legs somewhat. “I wish I was old enough already.”

“Eh, you don’t have much longer. Trust me, it goes by fast. Just don’t do shit that I did at your age- pretty sure I’m the one who gave Mom her first dose of long gray hairs.”

“No, you did. We’ve talked about it.”

“Damn. Wow, thanks you two.” Kaycee burst into another laugh, picking up her now empty glass of iced tea and putting it into the sink. “You gonna stay the night or do you need a ride home later?”

“Ride home? Mom and I are going to a Farmers’ Market tomorrow. Did you wanna come with us? I know Mom’s been missing you.”

Kaycee stalled. Inscryption flashed into her brain.  Leshy flashed into her brain. She didn’t want to leave him alone. No, No she couldn’t. What if she left and came back and he left her all alone again? She didn’t want to be alone anymore. 

“Sis?” 

“....Nah, sorry, I’ve got some deadlines I need to keep up with. Do you want to order pizza or something?” Kaycee hastily fished out a twenty dollar bill from her pocket and handed it to Melody. “Order something for both of us, yeah? I’ll come and eat with you when it gets here. I better see at least two of those worksheets completed when dinner gets here.”

Melody sighed and nodded, pouting a bit over Kaycee’s rejection to spend time with her and their Mom. It was always like this, lately. 

“Yeah, alright.” Kaycee noticed Melody’s body language and felt the coldness around her heart melt even moreso than usual. Her sister just had that effect on her, despite every bullshit in her life…or rather not in her life. She hated the thought of even causing a single tear in her eyes, but the game…it was not even a desire anymore. It felt like it a compulsion.

An Obsession.

A disease that was now crawling its way through her bloodstream.

Kaycee ruffled the hair of her “Mini Me” abruptly, physical affection usually not her forte. Melody, pleasantly surprised, seemed to cheer up and gave that bright smile Kaycee adored so much. With how sad her mother was and how jaded Kaycee had become regarding the world, Melody was the “little light” in her life that gave everything some form of meeting. To make sure she was okay, to make sure she was safe and to make sure nobody would ever dim out that light was Kaycee’s true priority. 

Inscryption was Kaycee’s necessary. 

Leshy was slowly becoming what her world revolved around. 

To be as good of an older sister as she could, to make sure Melody did not become as fucked up as Kaycee and that the only person she valued above anybody else continued to smile and use her talents for something good to add to this shitty, shitty world…that was her priority.

—----

“Sorry about that. Had things to take care of.” Kaycee apologized with genuine sincerity to the screen of her laptop, a pair of greenish-blue eyes staring back at her before spiralling into an endless dance of liquid gold. Her door was slightly ajar, yet she once again sat in the dark. 

“May we continue to play, then? I have been itching for another game, Kaycee.”

“Yeah, of course! I’ve been thinking about working out different modifications to make the game more challenging for both of us-”

‘It’s so Late in the Night, my mind is drifting away, then I dream about the times I wished for a new, happier day…If a hand could reach out right now and save my life somehow….’

A gentle and flowing singing voice echoed in the apartment’s thin walls- the crisp clarity and melodious tone of each word very pleasant on the ears of any listener. Kaycee halted her ramble, a soft smile becoming its replacement as she heard the piano music from the electric keyboard she kept specifically for Melody. She picked a pretty sad song this time to practice. It was pretty, though. She liked it, though she was definitely giving her some loving bullying for practicing singing instead of doing her homework. Again. 

‘I’ll face the sun again as soon as this dreary night ends….’

“Who is that?”

Leshy’s voice did not lose its calm demeanor, though it did hold some curiosity. Kaycee tensed, eyes wide. He heard her. …He heard her. That means…he could hear her too?

“....That’s my little sister.” Kaycee smiled slightly, letting herself relax again to the softness of Melody’s singing voice breathing color and atmosphere back into her usually silent and gray home. “Her name is Melody. I call her Melly.” 

There was a silence for a moment. Kaycee wondered for a minute if she was hallucinating Leshy asking her specific questions. She wouldn’t be surprised.

“She has a beautiful voice.”

The genuine compliment from the gravelly voice inside her laptop’s speakers  made the walls around Kaycee’s heart, even briefly, crack open again. She smiled less like an older sister and more like a proud parent who could not get over that the way she was able to prove that Leshy could hear her, that he was “real”, was through the only person in Kaycee’s life who she would take a bullet for, no questions asked. 

“I’ll face the sun again as soon as this dreamy night ends…”

“Yeah. She does. She’s the only background noise that I like.”

END 

[oceanwithinsblog]

alright guys i can't keep my mouth shut anymore, i need to SCREAM and VENT about Glee (aka the tv show that i've been binge-watching for the past few weeks AND my new obsession) because AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

spoiler alert : i might mention important plot elements or character arcs etc. so if you've never watched it before, be alert!

k so let's start by clarifying an important point here - i have spent my whole adolescence hearing my friends talk about this show... i have no idea whatsoever how i resisted to urge to watch it till now (for the record, i'm almost 25) because THIS IS TOTALLY MY SHIT !!!!!!!

the high school setting, the fact teenagers are portrayed by a cast in their 20s, endless pointless drama, crazy plot twists, jaw dropping dance numbers, wide - though at times questionable - representation of various communities (e.g. queer ppl, black ppl, asian ppl, disabled ppl etc.), cover song performances (and at some point original ones!) that leave me speechless ... like - HOW DID I SKIP THIS SHOW FOR SO LONG ???? HOW COULD I IGNORE ITS MAGNIFICENCE FOR ALL THESE YEARS ?????

tbh maybe i should be worried about the fact it feels so close and personal since i'm a grown-ass adult ☠️ (very bad at it, too) but i find it all brilliant, ridiculous and inspiring/comforting at the same time. i think watching this show is healing (or at least rocking and hugging tightly) a lot of my inner-child-related unresolved business. especially when it comes to discussion and portrayals of queer experiences, i find Glee pretty “educating”, accurate and amusing, too.  honestly, i sort of regret not giving it a chance before ‘cause i  know my younger, high-school self would have appreciated it a whole lot. i mean, asexuality still hasn’t been mentioned so far, but the multiple queer characters (and cast!) are really great. maybe the show would have also encouraged me to follow my passion for music and dancing (and dare i say singing although i’ve never in my life taken a single singing class?) after the hurtful break-up i went through with my dancing crew before the pandemic :’(

anygays, i’m now watching the first half of season 3* and let me tell you - i’m SO HOOKED. this season has been C R A Z Y since the first episode istg i can’t tell you how many time i’ve soffocated my screams with my pillow so far JSKJSK actually, just to give you an idea, i present you with a short list of what’s been making me go bananas so far

rachel’s mom returning to mckingley high for a part-time job as the mentor of a second opposite glee club

puck following his “dad insticts” and making a move on shelby just so he can spend more time with baby beth (???) 

quinn putting on a rebellious emo act and then pretending she’s all good and clean because she wants beth back by destroying shelby’s reputation (???) (what the hell btw i’ll never get quinn and her weird unlogical reasoning)

emma and will being a couple and living together OUT OF NOWHERE ???? (they’re the cutest even though i fairly can’t put up with mr. schuester + i would have preferred to see them dating before the big getting together reveal but whatever AS LONG AS EMMA IS HAPPY)

mercedes LEAVING glee club so that she can shine (this one hurt ngl mad respect for her tho)

brittany showing what she’s made of and running for school headgirl (YAY YOU GO GIRL!!!!)

rachel and finn finally working on their relationship to be a healthier couple (i still find rachel SO DAMN ANNOYING at times but it’s getting better compared to the previous two seasons + i must admit finn is just an off-brand troy bolton to me so far #sorrynotsorry)

sue declaring war to the whole arts department AND RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT ?????? (she’s so iconic and i love jane lynch so damn much istg it was heart-wrenching to see her on-screen sister pass away but sue is such a multifaceted character you can’t make me hate her EVER)

but most importantly …

SANTANA AND BRITTANY ARE FINALLY DATING ??? OMFG YES !!!! GIVE ME SAPPHIC ROMANCE !!!! (also i think they’re the most perfect combination of self-awareness, girl power, bitchyness, dumbness, crazyness, pureness and humor ever i’m loving both their character archs through the seasons for now)

kurt and blaine’s whole storyline !?!?!?! they’re my absolutely favorite duo ???? the emblem of a strong, powerful yet cute and innocent gay love ???????? istg they emotionally evoke so much in me T______T idk how to explain it, it probably doesn’t even make sense but i love seeing them on screen and i wish the best for them T________T theyr relationship is so incredible wholesome and wonderful ISTG kurt has been the apple of my eye since the very beginning of the show (no matter what crazy or incoherent act he put up in s1) and i must admit i was a bit suspicious of blaine throughout s2 but now i just plain adore them and feel like drowning in my own emotions and tears every time they appear

*which i've read could be the last proper good season according to many online comments ☠️ (i pray the awesome combination of factors that drive me crazy about this show won’t magically disappear from season 4 onwards lol)

i don’t know how to end this rant also because this post makes no sense whatsoever but let me say that i love kurt, especially, and lately i've had multiple episodes of mirroring in santana (e.g. will i ever understand if i'm actually biromantic or sapphic? who knows). not to mention, i have huge expectations for the self-discovering journey of that karofsky kid (seeing him in that gay bar the night blaine and kurt broke the rules was such a pleasant surprise!) and idk i just look forward to every main plot and subplot of this season in particular 🥹💖

i might be aware that my life is hitting rock bottom right now, yet i’m conscious enough to acknowledge this show is slowly becoming an anchor for me… to start feeling excited about life again, to start creating new dreams for me, to try and believe a bit more in myself and to pursue my interest in music and queerness alike. in short, to start living again.

ps. expect me to post a great lot about glee from now on jksjks

[zhayilaa]

im currently listening to blonde by frank ocean sobbing lol. i really, really miss my dad. and i don't know why. he passed dec 16 last year and yes of course i've missed him since then but not this hard and deeply. like when i think of him my chest gets heavyyy. he's always ALWAYS on my mind. i was a big daddy's girl. i always was proud to have a dad like him. he was so cool. i feel like when you have older siblings, you look up to them and copy their clothes, their interests, be annoying and stuff. im an only child. so in a way i looked up to my dad like that. i am in love with music. he had a big love for all kinds of music ever since he was a kid. when i would buy a new vinyl i would look to him for validation. he loved cooking. i mean it was a passion of his, he didn't find that passion till later in life but it was a big love language of his. i want to learn to cook a lot of my favs he cooked when i was a kid like his french toast i loved, and his stir fry. and his fish tacos. his tacos de lengua was BOMB. i feel like i can't talk to anyone about this. whats so weird is i wish i could talk to my own dad about losing him. his dad died when he was only 13. he was younger then me. he would be the perfect person to talk to about this. he would know how to comfort me. i hate that he's gone. this is so unfair. i miss him so much.

don't think anyone will see this, but if you do sorry for maybe being weird or too personal. lol.

[fullofpossibilities]

I mean, if we can do it for Wes we can do it for others. Here watch:

Miss Mohawk over this is River McLain, Ember’s still living younger sister. She just barely remembers Ember, then called Amber (made that up not canon) and how much her parents use her as an example of what not to be, even after her death. Both hate how controlling their parents were (I’m somehow picturing a family in between Average to Well-Off and wanting to watch their reputation to appeal to their rich neighbors kind of deal). 

One thing that they did appreciate was the music lessons they were both required to take, using music as a means of escape, soon discovering more...”passionate” forms of the art. When not using her as an example, their parents like to pretend that Ember ever existed (which I think would tie into Ember’s “to be remembered” obsession). 

In rebellion, after her sister’s death River decided to actually follow Ember’s example in her lifestyle choices (in this au, Ember would have run away to become a rock star and ended up being betrayed by her bandmate/boyfriend and burned alive in the studio....for some reason that I can’t explain it honestly just fits what I have going on in my head). She cuts her hair, listens to her sister’s songs, all while pursuing her own career in art (I can’t explain it, she’s giving me punk artist vibes). 

......why does this weird song originating from Amity sound so familiar to her?

I need to know more about this background character in Bitter Reunions

[mochasandwich-blog]

i wrote this on may 2021, im 22 now i do not think i feel the same way as my twenty year old self.

I make sure not to give anyone the same endearment because my best friend told me it was weird to call someone that reminds you of another. i do not care about pet names anymore, people exist just the way as they are in my life. the space they take up does not need to be labeled, what i call them does not matter anymore.

When I chop onions, I cut the roots last because my ex told me when you hurt the onions the onions hurt you back. Thus, the reason you tearing up. fucking NOT do it anymore. i do not want to be influenced by a person i killed so many times in my head; i cleansed myself of his existence to the breaking point i do not remember the pain he inflicted on me and the reason why this rage still lives within. i pretend he does not exist, my 16 to 19 self was my defining moment at the same time it never existed (a facade i put on everyday to keep me sane).

When I see someone with scars on their wrist, I make it a habit to never ask why. When I was in 12th grade I remember my best friend sobbing on my shoulder with a cast on her left wrist, asking me repeatedly "baket" and both of us did not know the answer. my being is wounded and scarred, renewed birthed to hardened. coldness does not mean it is tough, it is a precaution to not let anyone slide in carelessly ever again. Still, my heart would forever remain tender for this girl.

I always pinch someone's pinky when I'm comfortable with them. My mom always do this to mine when I was younger, it has stuck to me ever since. NOPE CREEP, I STOPPED DOING THAT HONESTLY WHATTA WEIRDO

Whenever I eat jjampong, I always remember the guy that I owed a jjampong cup noodles to. I was 12 and we spilled it while laughing in the tricycle's passenger seat, swearing I'll make it up to him next time. I'm 20 now, both of us still remembers that I never did. BITCH AHAHAHAH dudes a fuck up now, honestly never changed, his parents even hated him or so i heard. hate is such a strong word, but its like how your parents could loathe you at a certain degree and you still would be their son anyways typa way.

I already knew artic monkeys in 11th grade because another friend of mine introduced it to me, but was never keen on their music. I started listening intently because the boy I liked was a passionate fan. We dont talk anymore (char we still do pero we'll presume him dead) but I still listen to the band. I make it a notion that I liked them because I just do, and it was not for him. OHMYGOD THIS DUDE I COULD NOT EVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS DUDE fuck i am twenty-two now??? AND hjdfcjsbhfesh god, pathetic. i still love his song recos, ngl. how do you want it slaps so hard i cant even. unfriended me on facebook, does not reply on insta anymore, yet stalks me religiously on tiktok. dude, please. AND WE'RE MEETING ON NOVEMBER fml.

I remember my bestfriend telling me she does not write her poems on paper because she felt disgusted by her thoughts that would forever be etched onto something. I realized that I also do. I now hide my little scribbles of typed poems and prose in posts, pictures and my phones notes; never written it on paper ever again. true!! i still do. though she is not my best friend anymore. funny how i used to call her that, maybe we really once were inseparably close. maybe part of her life i shared and we'd rely on each other so heavily upon. we grow older now, funny how now we’re so alike than ever.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

228 of 223

What do you look like right now?

I have a red hoodie with A Really Cool Print™ and Grey cargo trousers that are cool as well. Just my hair is messy as usual.

When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?

Just before he left to work.

Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

Warm. I hate cold weather.

Where did you get the underwear you are wearing right now?

H&M.

Where did you sleep last night?

In my bed lol.

Do you secretly like anyone?

Yeah, I kinda have a tiny bit of feelings for a guy named Maxim, here I said it. But other than that, I’m open about who I like.

Who was the last person to make you laugh?

My husband.

Anything annoying you right now?

Not really.

Is there any emotion you’re trying to avoid right now?

No, not really.

Have you done anything embarrassing lately?

My whole life is embarrassing incidents XD

Are you excited for winter?

Not at all. I hate winter with passion.

Do you like/love someone?

I feel like I answered this already.

Do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

No, I love him. By the way, it’s weird to think “boy” about a dude aho is almost 51 years old XD

Do you miss anyone?

Yes, my parents and my sister.

Have you held hands with anyone in the past 48 hours?

No. Even me and my husband don’t hold hands, we don’t like it.

What are your plans for this weekend?

We’ll see what life brings. Probably groceries.

Ever been to a bonfire party?

Yeah, when I was younger.

Have you ever been on a horse?

No, I haven’t.

If you could teleport, where would you go?

To my parents.

What is your favorite dish at a Chinese restaurant?

All these little thingies that are starters.

What is your favorite fruit?

Strawberry.

Were you a 80’s or a 90’s child?

I was born in 1990, so 90s, definitely.

Do you enjoy listening to techno music?

Yeah, but I like EBM much more.

What time do you usually fall asleep?

Around 23:00.

When was the last time you went to the mall?

I think I was in Kortrijk last time, about two weeks ago?

Does a mango smoothie sound good to you now?

Ew no. The taste of mango is awful to me.

How many of the harry potter books have you read?

None.

Don’t you just hate commercials?

Doesn’t everyone? I love the Whiskas commercials, though.

How many of your friends play world of warcraft?

None I know of.

Who else in your house is awake right now?

I’m alone if we don’t count cats, but they’re both sleeping.

Are caterpillars more cute or disgusting?

Disgusting.

Would you rather receive roses or sunflowers?

No.

Are you going to take more surveys?

Not right now as I’m going out, but maybe at the evening.

Is your dad bald?

No, he’s not. He’s not even fully grey. You wouldn’t believe he’s 70.

Does your job involve working with people or operating a cash register?

Working with people, yes. Operating the cash register, no.

Who is the most boring, or dullest person that you know of?

That fkn moron who was harassing me over messages on Instagram. What a boring idiot. I can’t believe anyone actually likes him. From what I saw, nobody actually does.

Is your local weather a bit on the bi-polar side, or is it fairly predictable?

It’s both at the same time. Man, this is Belgium.

How long was your last phone conversation you had?

57 seconds. With my husband, we always get to the point.

What smiley face do you use most?

XD

Does crying actually make you feel better?

I don’t cry, so no idea.

Are you happy?

Yes, I am. Not 100%, though.

What’s the last thing you drank?

I think Vanilla Coke.

Do you think someone has feelings for you?

My husband loves me, that’s for sure.

How long do you have until your birthday?

Two months and something.

Do you know anyone who has been arrested?

Yeah, my Dutch asshole neighbour.

Who is the closest person in your life, emotionally speaking?

My husband, my dad, my sister. No particular order.

Do you remember the name of the first bar you ever went to?

Nah. Probably one of these beach bars.

Were you of age?

You’re always of age in my country. Not gonna go into details.

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Hey Storm

I was wondering if you can help me out with some claims I'm seeing circulating from a certain tiktok video...personally I know it's all wrong except but I don't how to correct this information without having sources of the truth......I don't know if you'll see this...

Well Jesus. @/savejungkook9 on tiktok should be reported for mass spreading misinformation. And trigger warning for mentions of suicide.

Namjoon has never had a heart condition?? And the only surgery he had was a septum deviation surgery on his nose. It went smoothly and his life was never at risk?! And the band + bang pd played a prank on him in the early years where he got "scolded" as BTS's leader and was asked for his last chance if he would like to go solo because he could make it solo or stay with BTS. And he choose BTS. You can watch that video here, its from 2014 from Mnet

Jin stopped Suga from committing suicide.... in their fictional universe during HYYH BU.... Nothing to do with real-life, just their fake CHARACTERS. Good lord. My post over hyyh bu here for anyone who wants to read more about it.

Yoongi did have a car accident pre-debut. He was hit by a car while he was riding his bike doing his delivery job. It's what caused such bad damage to his shoulder at the time and what he ultimately had shoulder surgery for to give him more mobility and help with his pain at the end of 2021. His parents weren't supportive of his rapping career aspirations at first, he spoke about that as well before, but they are very proud of him now. And he alluded to struggles with suicide or self harm, at least major depression, in the past during his song The Last. That's what that flatline sound many believe is what that means. He also mentioned his shoulder injury in that song too.

Jhope has never said that his dad thought he was a disappointment. He did say that his dad opposed his doing nothing but dance practice at first when he was younger but his mom supported him during his song MAMA. And he did talk during a vlive about how his dad wanted him to focus more on his studies and less on dance and that he once danced in front of his dad with no music for him to show his passion when his dad asked, but that now more than anyone he is supportive. About 57 minutes into the vlive here

Jimin had some concerning diets and issues with wanting to lose weight and the idea of needing to keep his perfect abs, but he didn't starve himself to almost dying. That's an incredible exaggeration. They ALL also did some concerning diets in those earlier years. Jimin took it a bit farther, but nothing like that. And idk what they even mean by Tae's. Changed because of Jhope getting hate? I've never heard anything like this. Of course when Hobi was going through a hard time, he was there for him and supportive and encouraging and of course Tae had grown and changed through the years, but idk what implication is being attempted here but it's an odd thing to say. Lol and for JK, "for his family?" Again, what does that even mean? Of course he left his home at a young age, he became a trainee at 13 years old and was there through his MIDDLE SCHOOL GRADUATION. That's young AF, but it wasn't FOR his family, it was to chase after his dreams of becoming a singer?? Again, what's with the weird implications here??

What an odd tiktok to make. Why is that app so full of misinformation or half information? Just to confuse people? 😭