#I've always been here..! 🎙️

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INTRO TIME!!

I'm Kennith!! My pronouns are He/they/xe/it/color!! I'm a cohost of the Blue Bug Collective (@dreambuggz)

I like bright colors, stuff from the 80s, and learning about culture! (I do not appropriate it, I just like to learn!)

I'm a Kennith Simmons fictive!! Detached, but I still use his name and consider him a face claim, and will occasionally roleplay as him!

DNI: Basic DNI, Pure Syscourse blogs, endos, LGBTQ+ antis, people who harass people for ANY reason (including things on this dni list!!), radqueers, anti-kin

Thin Ice: Kanye fans, IRLs, aplatonic (I am HEAVILY platonic, this is less for me and more for you), people who ID with/as Christopher Pierre

I'm bodily 15, so don't be a weirdo!! People over 18 can interact, but only under 18 can flirt with me or use pet names. Nicknames are fine from any age.

Tag list!!

#I'm already here.. 🎙️ - From the ask box!

#I've always been here..! 🎙️ - personal text posting

#Turn the volume up folks, listen to the words I say now! 🎙️ - Info / Important

#You're a f*cking idiot, and there's static pouring out of your mouth. 🎙️ - Discourse posts / reblogs

#And on the screen as clear as can be, it's a colorful display! 🎙️ - reblogs

#We're screaming again again again again!!!! 🎙️ - Multi-reblogs (when i reblog something, someone reblogs and i respond to them)

#Well after all, it's a television show! 🎙️ - Requests

I take requests for userboxes, moodboards, and PFPs! Just ask :D

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🎙️ just saw your post asking about blog recs…step up to the stage bc i need some!!!!

BLOGS RECOMMENDATION <3

— mostly jjk, but also chainsaw man and aot

*taping the mic* okay here are my nominees with some fics recomendations as well

disclaimers!

lemme start saying so plot is everything to me, pwp can be hot but i'll hardly remember it afterwards, that being said here's some writers that can do both great plots and hot scenes.

also while digging i realize i wasn’t following some of those and if you noticed im sorry im dumb but i truly love your writing.

i tried to tag every active blog i could remember but it’s possible i forgot a few since i’ve been reading more jjk recently. if i forgot you im so sorry please don’t take offense.

many blogs i loved were deactivated, rest in piece great works they had.

everything i read i reblog under the tag #recs

@thekillingmoonmoon ofc moon is the first one i think when the topic "best writers" come up, i freaking love her and everything she does its not even fair to pick one thing so im picking 3, this super passionate toji work that i re-read at an alarming frequency (which btw i consider my own personal gift). yakuza choso and yuki aka the hottest duo ever. the cherry on top is her kishibe series (just realized i gotta catch up on)

@rinhaler - luxe is def on my top 3, she comes up with very organic scenes. even if it's a simple plot she can develop it so originally. I recently read her underground fighter!sukuna and i'm still thinking about it.

@laudthingcat has the best headcanons in the jjk fandom hands down, it’s the perfect dose of hot funny and cute, pick anything from her masterlist it’s guaranteed you’ll have a good time reading it. when you moan their name in your sleep in particular gives me butterflies

@meownotgood is obviously the best aki writer out there, you can see the love for aki in their words and how they write him so well and so into character. arrival in tokyo is truly a masterpiece, they also have a +100k words series i've been wanting to read for a while but i want to rewatch chainsaw man first hehe, i'm 100% sure is fire tho.

@kentoangel roma writes choso like she's in love with him and you can tell. shes always on my for you and even her snippets are *chefs kiss* special kudos to stepbrother!choso

@kentopedia i just realized i'm assigning a writer per character and nanami is definitely rylie's. the domestic lovely way she writes him makes me forget canon.

@tojisun another blog that is very often on my for you page. cannot talk about toji fics without bringing up sun, everything she writes about him has me furiously nodding. not to mention simon and konig, just talking about them makes me wanna run to her blog and binge read everything

@chocochipsushi 's bodyguard toji is unforgetable to me, i wish i lost my memory so i could read it all again for the first time. bodyguard toji is the definition of living rent free in my mind, whenever i have to deal with annoying coworkers i immediately think “bodyguard toji would not allow them to talk to me like that”

@suget one of the greatest geto writers for sure, they have so many geto works, i was going through their blog to find the one i read more recently and there was so many others i haven’t seen! another writer i could very easily spend a whole day binge reading. btw this cult leader one was recommended to me and i fell in love with it <3

@staryukis has the cutest gojo drabbles

@tonycries brooklin baby was recommended to me by moon and it had me by the neck! also they have many other works im hoping to read soon as well

@mommypieck isayama created reiner but they created subby reiner

@titan-fodder ‘s the tinniest notion The Best Reiner fic in all the existence of the universe (tw: stepcest kinda?)

@nanaslutt mma!toji made feel every emotion possible so intensely

[wilbursprincess]

Atp I've requested so much I feel like I should join the anon list 😭

so could I be 🎙 anon?

but an idea since I'm here,Wilbur teaching you how to play guitar WOULD BE SO WHOLESOME,like if you missed up a chord he would be like "it's okay,i missed up that chord aswell darling when i was starting"

i have a soft spot for wholesome shit if you can't tell

“Wrong Chord, Love”

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None! All wholesome <3

Omg yes! Such a good idea!!! Also hello 🎙️ anon, we share a soft spot for wholesome shit it seems!

Fic below cut!

“You’re so good at playing guitar, Will,” I say, smiling at him where he sits, tuning his instrument at my feet. “How’d you get so talented?”

Wilbur grins, leaning back to wink at me. “Time and practice, baby. It doesn’t happen overnight! I wasn’t always this good.”

“Well, how do you learn guitar?” I frown, toying with his soft curls. “I’ve always been curious.”

He looks up with an excited grin. “You want me to teach you the guitar?”

“If you want to?”

Wilbur beckons me into his lap, setting the guitar on my lap. “I always want to teach you about what I love, darling.”

He fiddles with the tuning for a moment. “Ok, love, put your fingers like mine,” he says, demonstrating a position that looks like a recipe for finger cramps.

I do my best to copy it. “Like this?”

Wilbur giggles. “Not quite.” He gently slides one of my fingers back and the other to a different string, which is immediately more comfortable. “Feel better on your fingers?”

“How did you know?” I reply incredulously, giving the strings a gentle strum, surprised that the sound it makes is akin to music. “What kind of witchcraft is this?”

Pecking my cheek, Wilbur shows me another note. “Once you’ve learned this note and one more, you can play a song.”

I strum the guitar, wincing at the strange sound. “Like this?”

Wilbur sighs. “Not quite, baby. Not quite.”

15 minutes later, I can vaguely distinguish between three notes, and play them on request. “Now, want to learn a chord?” Wilbur asks as I’m strumming away, “It’s not hard, I promise.”

I move my fingers the way he tells me, strumming the chord as he asks and wincing.

“It’s ok, darling, I messed up that one too when I was learning. Let’s try again, ok?”

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OPEN MIC AT WATERBOMB!

insp. by @venusvity <3 The girls are also mentioned at the end of the post. Feel totally free to have your ocs attend their show or to have OPEN MIC at your oc’s.

🎙️‧₊˚ ⭑.ᐟ ⋅ 𓂃 THE OUTFITS!

— For such a special event, they were given full control over their appearance on stage. So after a week of planning, the members settled on wearing silly shirts and denim for funsies. It was really on brand with the group’s fun and carefree image, so fans went absolutely feral over them.

— Hada’s t-shirt was literally a joke! Like he literally got it made specifically for the festival. It was supposed to stay as a cute memory within the members, but ended up going viral and having to be added to the group’s official merchandise.

🎙️‧₊˚ ⭑.ᐟ ⋅ 𓂃 THE SETLIST

— DINGA

— Suzue’s ment.

"My dear Chanters! Welcome to our show. We’re beyond excited to be here; you guys have no idea. We absolutely love Waterbomb, right?" She turns to her group mates, who nod enthusiastically. Hada and Diwa, already armed with water guns, approach Suzue and aim their guns at her playfully.

"Oh, no. Don't you dare! Not just yet, please. This makeup took forever. See, Chanters? This is what I mean. Waterbomb is always so much fun, and we love having fun in our performances. You guys were the loudest crowd last year, but I expect you to top that today. We will too, promise! If you know this next song, sing along. It's SOUR CANDY! So sweet, then I get a little angry." She giggles cutely as the music kicks in.

— SOUR CANDY

— Diwa’s ment.

"Yass, I love this song! How’s it going, Waterbomb?" The crowd roars back. "Sounds like you’re having a blast. Today’s show is packed with surprises. I don’t want to give too much away, but I might just…spit it out." Diwa pauses, giving a cheeky grin like she's up to no good. "I could really use some backup vocals, Chanters, so everyone sing along!"

— SPIT IT OUT! Diwa’s solo

— River’s ment.

"Yo, Waterbomb! How was Diwa’s performance? I'd say she fucking killed it!" The crowd screams in agreement, and Diwa takes a dramatic bow before running to one of the big water guns on stage. "Man, I don't know if I can top that. But I hope you guys will help me out too. I've been thinking about how to make this performance unforgettable. What if we...record a TikTok together? Hey Suzue! Bring your phone." Suzue briefly leaves the stage and returns with a phone in hand. After a couple of minutes of prep, everything is set to record. "Alright, let’s do this, Chanters. This is ANY SONG? I hope you know the dance!"

— ANY SONG? River’s solo

— WORK

— Hada’s ment.

"Chanters… We’re nearing the end of this amazing day. It’s been a pleasure to be here with you. I hope you’ve had as much fun as we have, you guys are the best crowd anyone could ask for. Really! We’ve got one more song for you. It’s my favorite from our latest mini album and it’s super special to me because Diwa and I wrote it together. Please, Chanters, sing as loud as you can with us. This is TASTE TEST!"

— TASTE TEST

🎙️‧₊˚ ⭑.ᐟ ⋅ 𓂃 THE SHOW!

— OPEN MIC’s third Waterbomb! The hype was real, guys! Everyone was crossing their fingers for the group to be confirmed for Waterbomb Seoul. When it finally happened, fans lost it.

— Usually, OPEN MIC is known for their epic live shows. It's so much fun seeing the members doing their thing on stage and having a great time, hitting every note flawlessly. But let me tell you, Waterbomb was on another level!

— For the setlist, they chose all of their forever fan favorite tracks together with their most recent trendy songs like TASTE TEST, featured in their last mini album.

— From all of the member’s solo songs featured in both their mini albums and OPEN MIC PARTY series, only two of them were chosen to be performed. Fans were a tad upset about Suzue and Hada not performing one of their songs, specially Hada’s </3 GIRL, a fan favorite.

— Diwa’s choice of song was also…unexpected! Everyone was expecting her to perform her latest solo release, GOOD LUCK XO, which was even trending on TikTok at the moment. Our girl did not speak a word about the reason behind the decision, which made everything even weirder!

— Two words: blonde River. Long-haired blond River, actually. Which is even better, if you ask me. It was so unexpected, given the fact that he likes to keep his hair natural or in some dark color. So yeah, his choice for the festival was not on people’s year bingo cards. But everyone went crazy over it!

— River recorded a TikTok while performing his solo ANY SONG?, doing its little trendy choreography with the crowd behind him all while Hada soaked him with one of the big water guns.

— This little trip down memory lane resulted in the song re-entering the charts at #4, and Chanters bringing back the trend with a new twist under the hashtag #ANYSONGSummerEdition.

— After their show, the group was spotted in the crowd at WayV, Taemin and Venus’s shows. Diwa and Suzue also went to see Nayeon, while River and Hada popped up by Loco’s show.

— They took over Instagram with pics and vids from the shows plus then just genuinely having a good time, singing and dancing along to their favorite artists. One of Suzue’s clips of Ten from WayV went viral, and now it’s one of the most used fancams on Twitter.

🎙️‧₊˚ ⭑.ᐟ ⋅ 𓂃 THE STILLS!

from left to right: Diwa, River, Hada & Suzue!

[darcydarlingdabbles]

Until the Devil's Last Dance~ 1 & 2

Here's a little preview of something I've been working on~ Follow on Ao3

Hazbin Hotel ₊⁺⋆ RadioApple ⁺⋆ 50s Omegaverse AU

🎶 Chapter 1: The Way You Look Tonight🎶

🎙️ “Ah, such a timeless classic, don’t you think, my darlings? There’s something irresistible about the way one looks when they’re completely unaware of their effect on others. Tonight, we’ll witness a little magic unfold, where eyes meet, and the world tilts on its axis. Now, sit back and let the music take you to the night where everything changed...” 🎙️

🎶Someday, when I’m awfully low.

When the world is cold. I will feel a glow.

Just thinking of you. And the way you look tonight. 🎶

The scent of cigarette smoke and gasoline clung to Lucifer’s leather jacket as he tried to blend into the shadows at the corner of The Red Horizion’s bar.

Red velvet ropes and crystal chandeliers were a far cry from the bloody trenches that still haunted his dreams. But he was used to taking odd jobs…and fancy-ass supper clubs paid in steak.

Which would be worth all every sideways glance he was getting in the meantime.

Lucifer's well-worn clothes, inked hands, and scuffed boots stood out like oil stains on silk among the tailored suits and cocktail dresses. He tried to comb some order into his blonde hair, forever tousled by the wind that rolled through it whenever he got on his bike.

The alpha might not be tall and imposing, but he was strong for his size. He could hold his own.

And the stares and murmurs from the elegant crowd prickled at his nerves.

With a sigh, Lucifer rolled up his sleeve, revealing the intricate black tattoos snaking from elbow to fingertip. That usually kept the hostile looks at bay—for fear that their disapproving stares lead to meeting the eyes of the disreputable drifter in their midst.

As a plate of medium-rare steak appeared, the alpha’s stomach growled.

“Your place always this hopping?" Lucifer observed, cutting into his meal.

Peter, the host and seemingly reluctant fulfillment of the chef’s work arrangement with the head chef, shrugged. "Friday nights at the classiest place in town, you know how it is, sir."

Lucifer didn't, not really.

He’d been out of touch with the classy parts of the world since the war—and being dishonorably discharged meant he wasn’t likely to find his way back in to any pearly gates any time soon. And Peter seemed to know it.

But the alpha grunted in agreement anyway, focusing on his food as the booths and the dance floor filled.

Lucifer found himself considering a hasty retreat. He was about to ask the preppy little beta host if he could wrap it up to go, when the entrance doors swung open.

And a vision in red entered the room.

🎶Tearin' my fear apart

Touches my foolish heart🎶

Lucifer couldn't tear his eyes away. all thoughts of leaving evaporating like mist in the morning sun.

The newcomer cut a striking figure, lithe and graceful with an air of refined elegance. Bright hazel eyes sparkled behind round glasses that framed by a face dancing on the edge between masculine and feminine.

A practiced smile played on his lips as he approached the coat check.

Lucifer's nostrils flared instinctively, but from this distance, he couldn't discern if the stranger was a beta or an alpha.

As the man removed his overcoat, Lucifer's eyes widened. Shamelessly taking in every slender curve and line.

Beneath was an ensemble of deep crimson button down and jet black vest, tailored to perfection and utterly eye-catching. It was a bold choice, especially if...

Could this man be an omega?

The blonde alpha dismissed the idea with a snort, before taking up his brandy and having another gulp.

Omegas favored pastels and softness, and males were more than rare.

Probably just some dandy alpha trying to make a statement. Not that it mattered to him—he'd gladly tumble into bed with anyone if they looked like that.

The alpha shook his head, transfixed.

Lost in his appreciation, Lucifer forgot himself. He knew he was staring, his gaze lingering far too long to be polite.

He silently prayed he wouldn't get caught ogling the beautiful man like some kind of creep. But luck was not on his side tonight.

As if feeling the weight of Lucifer's stare, the stranger turned. Hazel eyes, bright behind round glasses, locked with Lucifer's own.

🎵 Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm

And your cheeks so soft🎵

Lucifer's heart stuttered in his chest. Embarrassment heated his cheeks at being caught red-handed. He braced himself for a scowl, a glare, any sign of the man's displeasure with his uncouth leering.

Instead, to his shock, the stranger's practiced smile melted into something warm and inviting. Brownish [ink lips curled at the corners, transforming that polite expression into a grin just this side of wicked.

Lucifer's mouth went dry. wondering if those lips tasted as sweet as they looked.

A melody soared in Lucifer's mind, drowning out the chatter of the supper club. Leaving nothing behind but this resplendent stranger.

🎶There is nothing for me but to love you.

And the way you look tonight.🎶

The spell was shattered as abruptly as it had begun.

A smarmy-looking alpha stepped between them, effectively blocking Lucifer's view. Irritation flared, hot and sharp, in the biker’s gut. He barely resisted the urge to grab the interloper by the collar and yank him out of the way.

But then Lucifer heard it—that name, even spoken in the alpha's oily voice.

"Alastor, there you are!" The man boomed, grating on every nerve the blonde.

Alastor.

Lucifer rolled the name around on his tongue, savoring the way it tasted in his mouth. It suited the red-clad man perfectly—unusual, memorable, with a hint of some old world charm.

Just like Alastor himself.

Lucifer’s annoyance melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through his chest.

The greasy-haired man placed a possessive hand on the small of Alastor's back.

It was subtle, blink and Lucifer would have missed the way Alastor's nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the touch.

"I have a reservation," the alpha announced loudly to the host. "For Vox. The best table in the house, of course."

The alpha was clearly showing off, staking his claim on Alastor in front of everyone.

Lucifer rolled his golden eyes. Subtle as a brick to the face, that one. Might as well try to mount his date in front of everyone—though from the look on Alastor’s face, he’d sooner kill Vox.

As the leaned back from the host’s stand, Alastor's face smoothed into a pleasant mask.

The transformation was flawless, like unpleasant expressions never marred his perfectly bronze face.

Lucifer smirked. It seemed Alastor was less than impressed by his date's bravado.

The pair made to move towards their table, and Lucifer couldn't help but smirk as he observed their awkward dance.

"After you," Alastor said, his voice melodious despite the hint of sarcasm Lucifer detected.

Vox missed the nuance entirely, striding forward with a self-satisfied grin. Apparently, his alpha ego apparently too fragile to let Alastor walk in front. Alastor followed docilely enough.

Maybe Lucifer was projecting. As soon as the alpha's back was turned, Alastor's eyes rolled skyward in exasperation, rewarding the watching alpha with a little chuckle.

🎶And that laugh that wrinkles your nose

It touches my foolish heart🎵

Lucifer tried to drop his eyes as Alastor glided past, his lithe form was drawing every gaze in the room. This Vox guy really shoulda walked behind him, cause damn that ass on him—

—the drifter's nostrils flared, suddenly overwhelmed by a scent so intoxicating it made his head spin.

Sweet, alluring, and unmistakably unclaimed omega.

With a hint of something deliciously bitter. Like black coffee.

"Oh dear," Lucifer muttered to himself as his mouth watered.

Hazel eyes met gold once more as Alastor walked by.

One perfect eyebrow arched, a silent challenge, and Lucifer felt his cheeks grow warm. Caught staring like some lecherous alpha - how embarrassing.

He ducked his head, abashed. But then Alastor laughed

A musical sound that sent shivers down the alpha’s spine, and all was forgiven. Perhaps Lucifer’s interest wasn't entirely unwelcome after all.

Though it wasn’t hard to be more interesting than the omegas proper and pompous date.

🎶With each word your tenderness grows

And that laugh wrinkles your nose.🎶

Vox's grating voice cut through the moment. "Alastor! What's the holdup?"

Alastor's smile never faltered, but Lucifer caught a flicker of annoyance in those captivating eyes.

"Coming, dear," he called back sweetly.

As Alastor sauntered away, Lucifer released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Well," he murmured to himself, "this night just got a whole lot more interesting."

From his spot at the bar, Lucifer had a clear view of Vox and Alastor's table. He tried not to stare but found his gaze drawn back to the couple again and again.

It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion.

Hell, he needed to get outta here before he got himself into trouble.

Instead, The blonde alpha focused in to try to hear them across the room.

"What can I get for you folks?" The waiter's voice drifted over.

"I'll have a whiskey rye, please," Alastor replied, his tone smooth as silk.

Vox's hand shot up, cutting off the waiter. "No, no. He'll have a strawberry daiquiri. That's more suitable for an omega, isn't it, doll?"

Lucifer watched as Alastor's eyebrows shot up, a flash of indignation crossing his features. It was gone in an instant, replaced by a practiced smile, but Lucifer had caught it.

"Of course, darling," Alastor acquiesced, his voice syrupy sweet. "Whatever you think is best."

“Unbelievable” Lucifer snorted into his drink.

As the waiter scurried away, Lucifer found himself settling deeper into his barstool. He should leave, he knew that. But the tension radiating from that booth was palpable, and he couldn't resist seeing how this trainwreck of a date would unfold.

🎵Lovely, never, never change

Keep that breathless charm

Won't you please arrange it?🎶

His eyes drifted back to Alastor, noting the tight set of the omega's shoulders beneath his crimson blouse. Even from this distance, Lucifer could practically feel the waves of irritation rolling off him.

The blonde alpha shook his head.

Vox was either oblivious or uncaring, completely blind to the omega's growing irritation.

This date was doomed before it even began.

Maybe, just maybe, Lucifer would get his chance to chat with Alastor after all.

He settled back against the bar, content to watch and wait for the date to go down like the Titanic—he'd be ready to swoop in with the lifeboat.

One way or another, he was determined to get to know the captivating omega in red.

🎶Cause I love you

Just the way you look tonight🎵

2 That Old Black Magic

🎶That old black magic has me in its spell 

that old black magic that you weave so well🎵

Alastor's fingers tightened imperceptibly around the stem of his glass as Vox launched into yet another self-aggrandizing anecdote. 

The supper club's jazz quartet provided a soothing counterpoint to the alpha's grating voice, their mellow tones a balm to Alastor's fraying nerves.

"...and that's when I told the network executives, 'Gentlemen, the future of entertainment is television!'" Vox boomed, slapping the table for emphasis.

Alastor's painted-on smile never wavered.

 "How fascinating," he purred, the words tasting like syrup on his tongue—and this omega hated sweets.

If only the fool would shut up long enough for Alastor to excuse himself to the powder room.

He took a delicate sip of the ludicrously colored drink he’d been given. Vox’s good sense to pick The Red Horizon club did not extend to his selection of cocktail, and his personality left much to be desired. 

He didn’t have taste. Just flash with no substance. 

But…The omega agency had certainly matched Alastor with worse prospects.

"Of course, someone in your position couldn't possibly understand the intricacies of my work," Vox continued, oblivious to Alastor's disinterest. 

The omega felt a record scratching inside his brain and his temper flair.

He knew the intricacies of entertaining, and he knew them well. Not that anyone knew him for his work in radio.

The last time he attempted to mention it to Vox, he got offered a job— as the man’s ‘cute little secretary.’

Over his dead body.

"Oh, I'm sure that's true," Alastor murmured to appease the alpha, and keep him talking while the omega rested his chin on his hand. His gaze drifted across the dimly lit room, settling on the now familiar figure at the bar like a reprieve.

The blonde alpha was staring again, golden eyes fixed on Alastor with an intensity that sent an invisible shiver down his spine.

Alastor was no stranger to hungry alpha gazes, but this...this was different. There was a pull there, a black magic he couldn't quite name.

Absently, the omega traced the rim of his glass with one elegant finger. 

The crystal sang softly, a faint counterpoint to his date’s endless droning.

"Are you even listening to me?" Vox snapped, jolting Alastor from his reverie.

"But of course, darling," Alastor lied smoothly. "Please, do go on. I'm simply enthralled by your tales of corporate conquest."

As Vox launched into another self-important story, Alastor's attention drifted once more to the mysterious alpha in the leather jacket. Their eyes met across the crowded room, and Alastor felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the little bit of liquor.

🎶Those icy fingers up and down my spine,

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.🎵

The blonde alpha's golden eyes widened, as if he'd heard the soft chime of Alastor's glass from across the crowded room. 

Ridiculous, of course—the band was in full swing, couples twirling across the dance floor. And yet…those eyes held Alastor captive, warm and earnest in a way that made his breath catch.

A genuine smile tugged at Alastor's lips, unbidden. For a moment, the rest of the world faded away.

🎵That old black magic that you weave so well 🎶

"Ahem." Vox's pointed cough shattered the spell. "I said, don't you agree?"

Alastor blinked, realizing he'd been caught, again. He poured on the charm, leaning in with practiced interest. "Oh absolutely, my dear. Your insight is simply unparalleled."

Vox preened, but his satisfaction was short-lived. He twisted in his seat, following Alastor's previous line of sight. 

The rough-looking alpha quickly averted his gaze, suddenly fascinated by his empty glass.

“"I see.” Turning back, Vox's lips curled in distaste. “Perhaps if you'd chosen a more demure outfit, you wouldn't be drawing such tawdry attention."

“Oh? Whatever could you mean by that Vox?” Alastor's smile didn't waver, though something cold settled in his stomach as he simpered. "Why, I was ever so mindful to dress nicely for our evening out," he purred, voice dripping with honeyed charm. "After all, you were kind enough to share your…opinions on my wardrobe choices with the social worker after our first two dates."

Inwardly, Alastor seethed. 

Such was the lot of an unmated omega in this alpha-dominated world—constantly scrutinized, constantly judged. He smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from his perfectly tailored vest, thinking bitterly of the hoops he'd jumped through to meet Vox's exacting standards.

Before the dark-haired alpha could respond, a waiter rematerialized at their table. "Good evening, gentlemen. Are you ready to order?"

"Ah, yes," Vox said, puffing up importantly. "I'll have the filet mignon, rare, with the truffle reduction." He barely glanced at Alastor before continuing, "And for the omega, perhaps the poached salmon salad? I’m sure you want to be mindful of your figure, after all."

Alastor's smile became brittle, though his voice remained light. "How thoughtful of you, darling." His stomach growled in protest, mourning the loss of a proper meal. 

These arranged dates were half about the food, after all—a way to indulge beyond his usual means.

As the waiter departed, Alastor sipped his drink, thinking longingly of the hearty gumbo he could have made for a fraction of the price of this overpriced lettuce. 

But needs must be met, he supposed. At least the music was decent.

🎵I should stay away, but what can I do?🎵

Alastor's gaze drifted to the new frilly cocktail Vox had ordered for him, a saccharine concoction topped with a plump maraschino cherry. 

A treat, the alpha had said—Alastor would rather a dry red wine. Since he wasn’t allowed his whiskey.

With deliberate grace, he plucked the fruit from his glass, bringing it to his lips. As he did so, his eyes wandered across the room, seeking out the blonde alpha at the bar.

Their eyes locked just as Alastor bit down, the cherry's sweetness popping across his tongue. 

He held the alpha's gleaming gaze…just restraining himself from tying the stem in a knot with his tongue. That would be laying it on a bit thick, wouldn’t it?

🎵Darling, down and down I go, 

round and round I go 🎶

"I must say, your network's latest programming schedule is simply fascinating," Alastor sighed, seamlessly returning his attention to Vox. "Do tell me more about your fall lineup."

Vox preened, oblivious to Alastor's wandering attention. 

"Well, since you asked..." He launched into a detailed monologue about ratings and demographics.

As the waiter set down their meals, Vox paused his vainglorious speech. "I'm glad you're not eating too heavily tonight, dear. I'm quite looking forward to showing you off on the dance floor later." Vox leered.

Alastor suppressed a shudder, imagining Vox's grabby hands pawing at him under the guise of dancing.

 "Oh? How lovely," he lied smoothly. "But surely you were about to tell me about that thrilling new game show concept?"

Vox's eyes lit up, and Alastor settled in for another interminable story, his mind already calculating how long he could delay the inevitable groping on the dance floor.

♫ ♫ ♫

As the last morsel of food disappeared from their plates, Alastor dabbed at his lips with his napkin, his mind racing for an excuse to postpone the dreaded dance. 

A flash of inspiration struck, and he turned to Vox with a carefully crafted smile.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment, darling," Alastor cooed, rising gracefully from his seat. "I simply must freshen up"

Vox waved him off. "Don't be too long, sweetheart. I'm eager to…show off my moves."

Oh, Alastor could not begin to explain how he was not Vox’s sweetheart.

Alastor's smile tightened imperceptibly as he glided away from the table, his steps measured and unhurried despite his desire to put distance between himself and his boorish date. 

As he passed the hostess stand, a thought occurred to him.

Pausing, he leaned in conspiratorially to the Peter, the club host. "Pardon me, but I couldn't help but notice the gentleman at the bar. Might you know who he is?"

He might expect the smiling blonde beta’s face to light up with gossip-fueled glee, but instead, it soured. "Oh, him? That's Lucifer. He's a friend of our cook.” Peter leaned close. “I wouldn’t let yourself be tempted—you can judge that apple by its skin.” 

The omega kept from shooting a scowl at the boldness of the beta—this was not the place or the time. 

Though, from here, he could see what Peter meant. The skin of the blonde alpha’s forearms held more ink than the Sunday paper.  

"Lucifer," Alastor murmured, savoring the name on his tongue. A sudden warmth bloomed in his chest, spreading through his veins like liquid fire. 

He'd never felt anything quite like it before.

🎵 I hear your name and I’m aflame.

Aflame with such a burning desire. 🎵

Alastor barely had time to settle back into the plush booth before Vox's meaty hand clamped around his wrist. The alpha's eyes glinted with a possessive hunger that made Alastor's skin crawl.

"Come on, dollface. Time to show you off," Vox growled, yanking the omega to his feet.

Alastor's smile strained as he stumbled after the alpha. "My, aren't we eager?" he quipped, trying to maintain his composure.

Vox's grip tightened as he jerked Alastor close. "You bet I am. Been waiting all night for this."

As the band struck up a lively foxtrot, Alastor found himself desperately trying to find his footing. 

He was an excellent dancer. Being a tall omega meant he often lead others of his designation and female betas while the men and alphas were off to war. 

Alastor could finesse any partner.

But Vox's movements were erratic and forceful, completely at odds with the music's rhythm. Each time Alastor attempted to fall into step, Vox would drag him in another direction.

The oaf wouldn't know rhythm if it bit him in his oversized head. 

The brunette longed to take the lead, to show this buffoon how it was really done. But societal expectations chained him to this farce of a dance.

"Isn't this great?" Vox bellowed, oblivious to Alastor's discomfort. "You're lucky to have such a talented dance partner."

Alastor's smile twisted into something closer to a sneer. "Oh yes," he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'm positively overwhelmed by your... enthusiasm."

As Vox continued to manhandle him around the floor, Alastor's contempt grew. 

His eyes darted around the room, seeking an escape—or at least a distraction. They landed on the bar, where a pair of golden eyes met his own. 

 🎵The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine🎶

Vox's hand slid lower down his back, yanking Alastor flush against him. 

The omega's nose wrinkled at the alpha's overpowering cologne as Vox's hips ground against him in a vulgar parody of what should be done on a dance floor.

"Now this is more like it," Vox purred, his breath hot on Alastor's ear. "You know, as this is our third date,”

“So it is,” the omega said, hiding the wariness in his tone with a lilting tease.

“So.” Vox blundered over the beat of the music. “ I've got certain…expectations."

Alastor stiffened, his lips holding no hint of a smile. He leaned back, trying to put some distance between them. 

"My dear fellow, I believe there's been a misunderstanding. The matchmaker was quite clear about your preferences for an unmated—"

"Untouched," Vox interrupted, his grin predatory. "And why do you think that is, doll?”

Alastor's eyes widened, his carefully crafted facade cracking.

"I…I beg your pardon?" He stammered, genuinely caught off guard for the first time in years. His mind raced, searching for a way to extricate himself from this increasingly uncomfortable situation without causing a scene. “I’ve no idea what you could possibly be implying.”

“Oh, don’t play like that, a male omega can’t play coy.” Vox huffed, forgetting the pretense of a dance as his pawing hands held Alastor. “I want to be the one to plant the first flag, if you catch my drift."

Alastor pushed against Vox's chest, but barely escaped an inch. "I'm afraid I'm not interested in that sort of…arrangement, sir. Perhaps we should call it a night?"

Vox's grip tightened, his expression darkening. "Not so fast, sweetheart. Do you have any idea how much I spent on dinner? On this whole evening?" He leaned in, alcohol-laced breath hot against Alastor's cheek. "You owe me something for my trouble."

A flicker of genuine anger flashed in Alastor's eyes, quickly masked behind his practiced smile. 

The audacity of this utter buffoon.

"Now, Vox," Alastor said, voice dripping with false sweetness, "I don't recall agreeing to any form of transaction. Surely a gentleman such as yourself—"

His words were cut short as Vox's hand suddenly grabbed his ass. 

Alastor froze, eyes wide with shock and indignation. His mind reeled, searching for a way to salvage the situation without compromising his carefully cultivated image.

Though he longed to show yet another entitled alpha what he was capable of. 

But he hesitated, acutely aware of the eyes upon them, of the delicate social balance he had to maintain. 

For a moment, Alastor found himself truly at a loss, his usual wit and charm failing him in the face of such brazen disrespect.

Just as Alastor's composure threatened to crack, a ringing voice cut through the tension.

 "Pardon me, gentlemen. Might I cut in?"

Before either could respond, a blonde figure slid between them, deftly maneuvering Alastor away from Vox's grasp and into his own. Alastor found himself whisked onto the dance floor, guided by sure hands and twinkling golden eyes.

🎶Cause you’re the lover I have waited for.

The mate that fate had me created for. 🎵

"Lucifer," the alpha introduced himself with a roguish wink. "I hope you don't mind the interruption."

The omega’s relief was palpable, though he masked it with a coy smile. "Not at all," Alastor' sighed gratefully. "Though I’m afraid I must protest when we are caught by my proper date—as a matter of principle."

“Whatever ya need, doll.” Lucifer grinned, falling easily into step with his new partner.

“My name is Alastor.” the taller man  corrected, caution moderating his tone, knowing his history of putting boundaries before alphas and how they reacted.

Lucifer just smiled, and said. “Whatever ya need, Alastor.”

And just like that, this pint-sized alpha earned his first genuine smile of the night as he stole the omega away.

🎵Under that old black magic called love🎵

🎙️ “Care to dance, darlings? Up next, ‘Sway’ by Dean Martin will leave you breathless.” 🎙️

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(where I can actually format nicely and each chapter has a radio man intro and outro~)

[your-sweet-cookies]

🌈💻🌼🎙️📚🎀🥇📌🏆

𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog

@prosopagn0sis - I always adored how Softie designed the layout of its blogs (be it its main or its RP blog), so it's definitely an ace when it comes to aesthetically pleasing blogs!

@kuinaoflight - There's something about how Elle knows how to choose the best quotes or images to adorn her Kuina RP blog with, that makes it simply amazing! This, along with the calming color pallet she's chosen for the background and text, make her blog a delight to look at and explore!

@hinataxsunshine - I always found Adrian's blog to be one of the nicest/cutest blogs ever! It just has something about it that speaks innocence and serenity, which fits perfectly the vibe of his OC, Hinata.

💻 ― excellent writing

@niragixpsych - Although she doesn't think her writing is any good if you ask her, Psych's talent in writing surpasses most expectations with the amount of thought and care she puts into every interaction. It's a true delight and pleasure to write with her and her blog is one I'll always recommend with the utmost happiness!

@aggwaseon - I love their writing because it's very versatile and detailed. You can tell the Mun puts a lot of effort into their threads, and even if lately they haven't been very active, I can guarantee you that this Mun right here knows precisely what they are doing and they are doing it with passion, dedication and care!

@kuinaoflight - Her talent at both writing Kuina as a character and stories in general is amazing! I always loved reading her threads and the amazingly well crafted answers to the RP memes that make even the most common of prompts feel uniquely written and personalized to the person who sent them. Looking forward to continuing reading Elle's amazing work and see how she'll continue improving even further! <3

@hoodedchishiya - There's a reason why this blog is my all time favorite Chishiya and that's because Alex's writing is usually 1000000/10, both when it comes to writing our favorite snarky cookie addict blonde and storytelling in general. I swear man, if I hear you say one more time that your writing sucks, Imma make it one of my to do list priorities to remind you daily that your writing is beyond excellent!

@artsspi - I really enjoy writing with them because they put a lot of thought and effort into each of their OCs and the threads we write together. I'm always looking forward to reading your replies!

@officerconners - The Mun does an excellent job at portraying Drake and every interaction is fun and captivating to read! They know how to write anything, from silly stuff to the most serious of action packed moments full of suspense!

🌼 ― creative headcanons

@niragixpsych - I always love reading Psych's rendition of Niragi and the headcannons she comes up with, they are very unique and interesting, especially since they add an extra layer of depth and complexity to NIragi's character, while also showcasing his human side.

@triggerhappymilitant - Nyx's headcannons about Niragi are another one of my faves when it comes to headcannons about Niragi. They are always interesting to read and I feel like she always manages to showcase Niragi's utmost essence in her own rendition of the character and its background!

@hoodedchishiya - If you want a fresh and unique version of Chishiya, this is the blog to seek. Again, just like his talent for writing in general, this man's creativity when it comes to reimagining Chishiya in a very unique, yet true to the core essence of the character, is baffling! I told you, I could listen to you ramble all day about your ideas and hcs about Chishiya and I wouldn't grow bored!

🎙️ ― great to talk to

@daikichixkarube - Karube's Mun is one of the most adorable and fun to talk to people I've ever met! I love talking to her on a daily basis and she always knows how to lift my mood or make me laugh! So she will always be one of my favorite people to talk to and one of my bestest of friends!

@niragixpsych - She's very supportive and I can count on her to always be there for me! When I'm sad, Psych will lift my spirits up; when I am stuck with a dilemma, she'll do her best to give me some suggestions and help the best she can; and her friendly talks full of affection will always warm my heart! I love you, don't you ever forget that!

@kuinaoflight - Full of life, sunshine and with the golden heart of an angel, Elle is a delight to talk with! She knows how to make a conversation fun, how to cheer you up or fuel your creative juices with her ingenuity! I especially love our fun conversations on our favorite TV shows and the funny things we come up with sometimes, like back when we put together a compilation of cat gifs and memes relating to the AiB characters!

@hoodedchishiya - We've had our differences and ups and downs, but once we got to know each other better, he's really a great conversation partner! Even if we don't talk much (and maybe sometimes I probably end up annoying him), he never fails to make me laugh, smile or feel better if I am upset. So no matter what other's might say, you are actually a great friend to have and a great person to talk to!

@twentyfourhourtitts and @hinataxsunshine - I put those two together because they are like siblings to me and I love our little funny conversations (which I really miss sometimes when our group chat falls silent for days on end).

@lillyontheborder - She's a new addition to my friends group, but I can assure anyone that Lilly is a great friend and a great person to talk to! She knows to listen to you and she will do her best to help!

@risa-of-spades - Risa has always been a great listener and supportive pillar of our community and for that I feel like I owe her an endless amount of gratitude and appreciation! She's always there to show her love and support to each and every one of us and if someone needs a shoulder to lean on, they can always count on her for that, as she'll never shun anyone away!

@officerconners - This Mun is a ray of sunshine and delight to talk to! Plus, they know how to give good advice when you need it! A great friend and an amazing conversations partner!

📚 ― nice threads to read

@niragixpsych, @aggwaseon, @artsspi, @triggerhappymilitant, @hoodedchishiya, @kuinaoflight, @officerconners - Mostly for the reasons stated above + some have really funny threads too along with the more serious threads in nature.

🎀 ― all-around kind person

Everyone mentioned previously. uwu Love you all! 💗

🥇 ― well-developed oc

I feel like everyone in this community that writes OCs do an amazing job in writing their characters, so it would be impossible to tag every single one of them. But even so, know that the AiB RP community has some of the greatest well-crafted original characters you'll ever meet!

📌 ― a staple on the dash

Everyone I mentioned thus far are staples on my dash and I wouldn't have it any other way!

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

Again, everyone I mentioned above are a 10/10 in my book: great people with great hearts, amazing talents, outstanding writing skills and are infinity/10 friends! And I want you all to know that I love each and every one of you! Never forget that! <3

[everlastiingiimmortals]

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Shoutouts!! Closed (for now)!

🎀 ― all-around kind person @hxkerwxlf! EKR is super duper nice and chill! I love seeing them on the dash! I love seeing Silvie! The kind of person you can just vibe with on the couch in peaceful silence yknow what I mean? We don't talk super often but it always lifts my spirits to see a reply or a dm or a commentary post from them.

🌼 ― creative headcanons @lunaetis 100%. It's such an absolute delight seeing Eden on the dash, and I absolutely adore the way Hina took the Trailblazer and made Stelle her own. Eden is so distinct in my mind due to the amount of effort and love Hina has clearly poured into her and I just. ough. squishes Eden in my hands. Very excited to write with Hina and finally answer that ask where Eden bit Jing Yuan LMAO

🎙️ ― great to talk to @stardustaces is super sweet! We don't talk often and I've not had a lot of time to dedicate to plotting and such here but I do enjoy chatting with Ace and seeing them on my dash. I adore Sei too, and am always looking forward to hearing Ace's thoughts on potential interactions or their own headcanons.

🥇 ― well-developed oc @as-above-rp has some wonderful OCs, a few of which I've been blessed to see develop from ground zero! I can so confidently say that there are several of Kai's OCs that I would consider my favorite OCs just in general, and that's just due to the sheer love and work that they put into their babies. Absolutely incredible fandomless/multifandom OCs!

[brother-genitivi]

pulling the uno reverse card to say hello???? your bg3 thoughts???? anything you'd like to share with the massess? 📸🎙️ what's the wildest thing you've done so far what are the basics for your ocs?

HEJHKFSSJ hi merhaba hello I have SO MANY thoughts (I've played up to 1/4 of Act 3 before restarting so I'll try and be vague)

WOW. What a game what a GAME!! I have never got attached to so many side characters. I love that I can give them closure and conclusive ends to their arcs, and they're not even main characters. I love that as a player, I can have an influence in my environment. I love that I can challenge my companions and be challenged, and that opinions don't simply change overnight. There's development. There's so much satisfaction in the companion character arcs. Also some of the dialogue options are straight up FOUL in classic Larian Studios style. ok this is getting long sdksjlkds;

I can actually have consequences to my actions. Playing a good character FEELS good, rather than it being 'oh I need to please (companion) and I know this choice will help'. Some of the companion quests made me cry. I burst into tears at Astarion's. tbf I cry at everything but I just djnvhfadklcKLD;

I've done some wild shit... speaking of, I flung some at someone's face and started a fight. Walked into the barn and saved the situation by saying 'this smut would sell well in bookshops'. Got beaten to an inch of my life by a hottie who took a LOT of pleasure in my screaming, then I said I enjoyed it. Vandalised a portrait of Vlaakith... in front of Lae'zel. Shoved a man into lava. Got a statue of myself to put in camp. It's really big. And obnoxious.

I've only been playing one oc really, and that's Safaa. She's a seldarine drow and bard. She spent the entirety of her life living in a drow village in the Underdark, adopted by her mothers after her parents died under mysterious circumstances. Safaa meets her first love after a group of circus performers are waylaid on the road and seek refuge in her village. She's utterly enamoured by them, or rather their intimate knowledge of what the world looks like under sunlight. One of the performers, a young, handsome half-drow takes an interest in her.

He tells her about the world above. She tells him about her paintings. They walk arm in arm speaking of things meant only for each other, always giggling about inane things. She reads to him when the words don't make sense to him. He teaches her to play the flute, how to dance. She's young and infatuated with the first person to express romantic attention towards her. She believes she loves him. He stays with her in her village long after the other performers move on. He promises to take her to the surface, to show her the sun.

He doesn't get the chance. Their relationship doesn't get the chance to bloom. He dies. No one knows why. Bad luck, perhaps. And Safaa is utterly convinced it's her fault. People she loves seem to drop like flies around her. It must be her fault. She adopts a 'stay away from me, I only cause death' attitude and isolates herself from her family. She makes her way to the surface, but before she has the chance to cherish the sunlight, she's snatched onto the nautiloid.

She romances Astarion <3 she is the epitome of sunshine mired in guilt, and he's a vampire. Do you see the- do you see the vision do you s-

Here's the girl in question

[jamieroxxartist]

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"I've never given up on where I wanted to be (in the music industry), however, when life pulls you in so many different directions, it sometimes takes you off-guard, and it becomes very easy to lose sight. I believe everything happens for a reason, and although I feel I'm always at the wrong place at the wrong time, somehow that led me to the right place at the right time, to say ‘It's now or never’ after meeting Bryan and Doug. The energy the three of us have, working together, and their dedication is so exciting...I know this is just the beginning of something spectacular."

Her single, “Bulletproof” was released on January 9th, 2020, Ashley’s birthday. The song raced to the top of the iTunes country singles chart in South Africa, also becoming a #1 radio hit on the New Music Weekly country chart. New single, “What’s Her Name” is being released on March 25th, 2022.

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[lazar-codes]

🎓📖🎙️ for the studyblr ask game? :)

Thank you for the ask!!! This was super fun to do!

🎓 a teacher/mentor figure that has had a huge impact on your studies?

I don't think I have a teacher/mentor figure in my current/official field (i.e. health science/programming), so I'm gonna go with one from my unofficial field (art). In elementary school I never did well in art class and always disliked it (I only liked it because it took 2 hours out of the day from other classes). Well, on the first day of grade 6 my teacher came up to me and said "I heard you don't like art", to which I replied "sorry, but no. I'm just not good at it". She then said that she'd make it her goal to make me like art by the end of the year, and I didn't believe her. However, she gave me my first A in art class, and even though it came from something as trivial as a grade, I ended up becoming more confident and believing that I can actually do art. Since then, even though I haven't taken any art classes after that year, I've been doing art for myself and have really enjoyed the process of doing art. Well, I tell myself that I do art for myself, but in truth I think I do it for that teacher, because she was the first person to actually like my art.

📖 a book/reading from your field you’d recommend/really enjoyed?

Ok, I really like reading non-fiction, so here are some books:

Science/biology:

The Icepick Surgeon: Murder, Fraud, Sabotage, Piracy, and Other Dastardly Deeds Perpetrated in the Name of Science - Sam Kean

The Tale of the Dueling Neurosurgeons: The History of the Human Brain as Revealed by True Stories of Trauma, Madness, and Recovery - Sam Kean

A Taste for Poison: Eleven Deadly Molecules and the Killers who Used Them - Neil Bradbury

The Code Breaker: Jennifer Doudna, Gene Editing, and the Future of the Human Race - Walter Isaacson

Patient Zero: A Curios History of the World's Worst Diseases - Lydia Kang, Nate Pedersen

Computer Science/Programming:

A Brief History of Artificial Intelligence: What It Is, Where We Are, and Where We Are Going - Michael Wooldridge

User Friendly: How the Hidden Rules of Design Are Changing the Way We Live, Work, and Play - Cliff Kuang, Robert Fabricant

Other:

Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Men - Caroline Criado Pérez

🎙️ someone in your field, dead or alive, that you'd like to have a conversation with?

The only person that comes to mind is probably Rosalind Franklin and tell her that we've been taught who she is and that she hasn't been erased from history, though I fear I'd be too stupid to hold a conversation with her. Or Sam Kean, author of two books listed above, mostly so he can tell me cool science history.

[sensoryseekinganakin]

🌈🦋🌻🎈🎙️💌

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Chapter 7 of You Have Got An Open Mouth, And I Have Got An Open Wound... 😭 no one on earth is ever going to understand how long it took me to write that stupid hair cutting part. That was the most frustrating work of fiction that I've ever willingly written.

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

I'm very rarely insecure about posting a fic because I'm very difficult to embarrass in any public way. I worry sometimes about starting controversy, but having really good friends who understand me helps me not worry about that. I get a little bit insecure or nervous when I know that something I'm very passionate about is about to be read as silly, but only in certain specific cases and probably not the ones anyone would expect.

🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?

I haven't ever truly wanted to give up before because I know I'll always come back. Taking breaks is okay! I get discouraged sometimes when the intentions or themes of what I write are misunderstood, but I will always keep writing, even if it's temporarily only in private.

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

I think my style changes a lot, but people who have read what I write are probably better at gauging this than I am -- I just write it and I don't have any purposeful style. I will say that my prose has changed drastically between when I first started writing obikin and now, and my works from more recent years are very differently organized and written from my much earlier writing that isn't on Ao3. I think that my word choice and figurative language have also built on themselves over time and the more I write the stronger those become. What does everyone else think?

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

I would LOOOOVE a podfic of the first chapter of Does It Hurt You? Do You Like It? Can you imagine? With sound effects??? I think about this a lot.

No One Asks Me for Dances Because I Only Know How to Flail could be an interesting audiobook and God Am could make really fun audio porn (sorry for choosing a non-Star Wars option). All of these are titled after song lyrics, so the intro/background music is already chosen!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I'm excited about the palpakin fic that I teased in an ask game thing a couple months ago, which I'm still working on and close to finished with. It's short, but everything takes me a long time lately. I'm also excited to proceed with Does It Hurt You? Do You Like It? once I pick up steam again. Recently I was inspired to write more Wintergirls fanfiction, which I started, but I'm not sure if it will go anywhere.

Here's the playlist that I've been writing my palpakin fic to (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/404qAv3CjhVOUcCjSkEeha?si=2c7d5ffb0dc34c5f)! I'm probably going to title it after lyrics from Beauty School by Deftones.

[sometimes-love-is-enough]

i have a lot here - feel free to only answer what you want!

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💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

If I had the time and patience and inclination, I'd rework Eucatastrophe from the ground up. There's a lot of it that, in retrospect, I wish I could have done better. Mainly stuff to do with the mirror-people, and the pacing at the beginning.

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

I love analysis and speculation the most, tbh. When people are throwing around theories and/or connecting thematic bits to other bits, I'm having the best time.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

Characters, probably - a good plot can often be ruined by bad characterisation, worldbuilding is okay but a million times better with characters to drive it. I can forgive bad grammar and spelling if the characterization makes me happy enough, figurative language isn't strictly necessary, but god i love characterization.

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

I expected like, two people max to be interested in Syzygy. Because it's a niche fic for a niche pairing with an extremely niche concept and a very high wordcount. Needless to say, the amount of people who've been enthusiastic about it - in the comments, tags, and/or my inbox - has just been delightful. Thank you all.

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

least kudos'd fic - the lavender for luck remix I did from Janus's POV! I really enjoyed taking the flip side of the limited perspective of that fic, and I think I nailed what I set out to do there - make a fic that would be satisfying to someone who read the original and wondered 'hey, what about Dee?'

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

The answer to that one is almost always 'the one I'm writing right now'. (Seriously. Mystery Longfic podfic would make me Yell.)

But actually, for real? I think Cassandra Fallacy would make a great podfic with a narrator who's willing to do a Janus impression and keep it up, relentlessly and to the point of being infuriating, for several hours.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

uh, sword fights. through writing this i have discovered the EXTREME joy of writing sword fights (and gun fights) (janus brought a sword to a gunfight) (he's fine just full of hubris and one (1) hole in his skin) i don't know if you guys will enjoy reading them as much as i've enjoyed writing them, because it's notoriously difficult to write enjoyable fight scenes of any type, but........ i hope i'll get it right. because, as mentioned above, extreme joy.

[hauntedfalcon]

🎙💌 for the fic writer’s ask please!

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

genuinely, any of them!! consider this blanket permission. I would be especially thrilled if someone took on any of the CritRole fic I've got up, because I'd love to hear a podficcer's take on the character voices

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I wish I had something actively in progress right now to share! here's a bit of the last thing I fiddled with:

“Congratulations on the happy event,” said Cerrit. 

Loquatius laughed, barely audible. Here, with the city landed on its mountaintop and with its climate wards powered down, his breath fogged the air. A novelty. Maya had walked all the way here breathing out dramatically and declaring, Look Dad, I’m a dragon! 

“When you go back in,” Cerrit continued, “would you tell the First Knight and the Alcald of Cathmoíra that they can send their children with Wrayne? I’ve eliminated her first. Forgive my selfishness; the kids are getting tired.” 

“Not at all,” Loquatius said. “I wonder if I might trouble you for a favor in exchange.” No, this was not the beat, and they were both going to be terminally stiff and formal. 

Cerrit tilted his head and looked away from the hall and the beautiful people, one of whom was a murderer, at his oldest friend. Loquatius’s golden Herald visage was put away now. The night was too dire for that. 

Pupilless eyes still on the reception, Loquatius said, “Would you speak with Laerryn next?” 

This was what Cerrit expected; he didn’t blink. He also didn’t answer directly. “You remember Senior Sightwarden Folsen?” 

“Improbable name. I remember.” 

This was where he would take a long draw from a pipe, if he had one. Cerrit blew a plume of breath out of his nostrils instead. “Folsen always said, all other things being equal, the person who finds the body is usually the killer. I don’t see this being quite that neat, do you?” 

Loquatius shook his head. One of the caterers had happened upon the grisly scene in Patia’s bathroom, and screamed prodigiously. There was no connection between her and the victim, no motive, and only the scantest opportunity. 

“Did you get a look at the body?” Cerrit asked. “Looked like it went through a thresher.” 

“What about a forensic dialogue?” 

“First thing we did.” Divine magic was occasionally useful for more than just smiting things. “He didn’t see his killer.” 

Loquatius’s brow furrowed but he still didn’t look at Cerrit. “Cuts, you said?” 

“About a thousand. And a gash on his forehead, where someone slammed him into the tile wall, but that wasn’t what killed him. He was on his back, head toward the wall. He took the first hit, then turned around, and still saw no one.” 

“Your boys would have found a weapon by now. So it must have been a spell, or a spell scroll.” They both knew what kind of spell left cuts like that, all over a body. “Someone went in after him, invisibly, attacked, and then became invisible again before he could turn and look… so a spell and a ring?”

He glanced to Cerrit, to see if they were on the same page. They were, and hell if Cerrit didn’t miss sifting through a case like this, but it was not seemly for a lieutenant of the Eyes to discuss details of an active investigation with the Herald of Avalir.

Loquatius seemed to realize this at the same time, and scrubbed the interest from his face. He went back to being a vaguely bored rich bastard. “Well, you have theories of course. Otherwise you wouldn’t have cleared your wife so soon.” Emphasis on your. 

The urge to raise his feathers was strong, but Cerrit resisted. He said, “A man is dead. Keep it in your pants a while longer.” 

“I—” Loquatius shut his eyes, breathed in through his nose, tried again. “You’re right! You’re right. I would like to consummate my marriage while it’s still my wedding night. But that is out of my power. You, however, should prioritize eliminating people with verifiable alibis first, and Laerryn hasn’t left my side this whole evening.” 

And what else could Cerrit expect him to say? “Not even to take the air for a minute?” he asked softly. “It’s a big crowd in there.” 

“I’ve been casting calm emotions every once in a while. Least I could do, after inflicting all this spectacle.” Loquatius’s brows drew together, painfully earnest. “Pinch. She hasn’t left my side.” 

Cerrit did not insult him by looking down at the Ring of Honor. Instead, he turned his gaze back to the hall, where Laerryn sat at the wedding party’s table, looking very calm indeed. 

There were a lot of ways to slip out of a room. And there was a lot more to proving innocence or guilt than an alibi. 

Especially when the deceased was the suspect’s supervisor, the Architect Arcane himself.

He set one hand on Loquatius’s shoulder. “Go back to her. And settle in, friend.” 

The mask of vague boredom slipped to show the dismay underneath. “It’s not our fault he happened to die here,” Loquatius muttered, sounding younger than his hundred-odd years. 

But he took Cerrit’s advice, and Cerrit remained expressionless as Loquatius straightened up and strolled back inside, stopping first at Eaedelus Okiro’s table, then at the end of the wedding party’s table to speak to Evandrin and Zerxus, and finally moving to kiss Wrayne’s cheek as she left with the collected children. 

Only then did Loquatius resume his place beside his bride. The seat on his other side, for the best man, would remain empty with its champagne flute undrunk for as long as Cerrit was about this work.

He blew out another puff of breath. The work of exonerating, or charging, Laerryn Coromar-Seelie would consume the night. And if Cerrit let himself believe he was doing either one of those things, he would start to ignore evidence to the contrary.

[kylorens]

İlkay Gündoğan Interview with AA Spor

AA Spor interviewed İlkay and asked a lot of great questions and I decided to translate some I wanted to share into English. I would have added all of the videos but unfortunately Tumblr only allows for 1 video per post, so I'll instead put the Twitter link instead. If you want the rest, lmk and I can translate them later.

About the Germany - Turkiye friendly match on 18th

It will certainly be a special match for me. Playing against Türkiye for the first time will probably be a bit weird. After all, it's my home country, my family's home country. It's our country my grandma, my grandpa lives in. Of course, there's still a strong connection (between me and Türkiye). There always was, and will be, with Türkiye. I try to visit at least once a year. I like spending the holidays in Türkiye.

Me, as well as my family, we are very happy that Türkiye is qualified for the EURO championship. Especially since there are millions of Turks living in Germany, in Europe. I think it will be great for Türkiye, for the Turkish people. After all, except for my team (Germany), the only team I support is, of course, Türkiye.

I hope (Türkiye and Germany) won't draw the same group. (laughs) Of course, I'm not sure if that's a possibility but inşallah that won't happen. Maybe… I think a semi-final, or a final (against each other) could be nice actually.

Who do you have in mind in the finals?

Actually, I would want to say Germany and Türkiye but for me… I mean, this time it's just a friendly. But if it was a final match, one between my friends, that would have been an entirely different situation for me. It would have been a lot more difficult and more awkward, weirder. That's why, I'd be happy to see either Germany or Türkiye in the semi finals. I'd be happy to see them both at once too.

About Galatasaray's performance in UEFA Champions League

I've seen a Galatasaray better than Bayern München, better at finding more positions, at ball possession. It was very good football. I saw a Galatasaray that deserved 3 points at the very least. (But) Champions League is a completely different competition. That's why you have to seize every opportunity you get there, unfortunately Galatasaray couldn't make that happen in the first match. I think they deserved the 3 points (there). But I guess it wasn't meant to be. İnşallah they could at least rank 2nd or 3rd and continue in Europa. Their chances are almost the same right now, (only the) Copenhag and Man. Utd. matches at home are left. I see a Galatasaray team that can win them both. İnşallah they do and finish the group ranking 2nd.

Kerem is very good, I love watching Kerem. Icardi, of course, he's a player that have showed himself in Europe, either in PSG or Inter Milan. Wilfried Zaha - a footballer I know very well from Premier League. He's a football player that spent a great time in PL. Individual duels, shots, assists, goals… He's a footballer I really like.

Apart from them… Lucas Torreira - very hard-working in midfield, he controls the ball very, very well. Muslera - he's been the goalkeeper for so many years, he's a very experienced keeper. I think he's also very important for the team. I mean, there are so many players to mention actually… Hakim Ziyech, Sergio Oliviera at midfield… Sacha Boey at right back. There are actually a lot to mention but… I mean Galatasaray has a very good squad. Actually, (we talk) with the Bayern München players we have here (German NT); they really find the (Galatasaray) players quite well, they say they play really good football. I hope for the best*, inşallah they can qualify.

*He says "Hayırlısı bakalım" and there's not a direct translation in English. Literally, "Whatever that's the best will happen, we'll see".

About Arda Güler

Arda Güler went to Real Madrid. He's a really talented football player. Actually we talk with Antonio Rüdiger here sometimes, he too finds him well a lot. Of course, he's a bit behind physically. And with two injuries, he didn't have a great start for his Real Madrid career of course but I think he's very talented. Mesut Özil also said the same for him back then. If there's any Turkish player that's like him, the first one to name is Arda Güler. I think he's got a very bright future.

[scarletsaphire]

✨🎀🎈💞💥🎙️💌💌💌

No those three at the end aren't a mistake, I know you have lots of WIPs and I wanna hear about them (insert activethreat emote)

✨-What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit):

Hmm. I'd say Ten Lives (The One Worth Living) but I think I might be biased and just want to talk about my Johnny, Kitty, and Shadow ideas more. I like them a Very Normal Amount I prommy.

🎀-give yourself a compliment about your own writing

There's a post that I've seen plenty times before that I think about all the time that goes something along the lines of "I'm having creative ideas above my skill level!" or something like that, for when you have a great idea but just don't know how to execute it the way you want. I legitimately feel where I am at a point where that isn't an issue for me with my writing? I think most ideas I can execute within the general sphere of what I want them to be; I might not always like them, and they might not always be what I consider "good," but they are comparable to the original idea.

🎈-describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

It tends to change based on the type of thing I'm writing. And how much sleep I get. I like a lot of shorter sentences, followed by one long rambling one for most kinds of prose, since most of my prose is an ooo ouch my bones type of prose. It does change all the time though, so that might be different in a few months. It certainly wasn't what I preferred until like, August.

💞-what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

hm. augh. mm. thats a toughy! I'm going to say worldbuilding, because I often find myself more interested in the worldbuilding that the Actual Story I'm Trying To Write (its why a 30k first draft of a novel is fitting, completely unfinished, in my google drive. The current guys suck. I want the old ones. But the old ones only work as history for the new guys. Its sad.)

💥-find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

I'm ngl I completely thought it was gun safe but First Concert! It's a pretty short one, but it does what I sought out to accomplish; combine Dora and Ember's interests in a way that illustrates their differences but also shows that they're much more similar than you'd think.

🎙️-which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

I have literally never put thought into that ever. If I had to choose, probably All In The Name Of Love or Strength of the Past And Weights of The Present, mostly because they're my favorites.

Welcome to WIP hell! See, you'd think that it would be a problem, having two of my WIPS be EI so I can't talk about them, and one being one you know so much about already. You might think that would hinder me somehow, in being able to tell you about them. YOU'D THINK!!

💌- share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Chapter 2 Of Cover Blown: I love pitch pearl man, I really do, and with what I'm planning for this one I think it is going to be about as good as my pitch pearl can get (Dreamwalker excluded dw). I love putting guys in situations, especially when those situations involve bad injuries and babbled confessions.

Speaking of Dreamwalker, I'll add this here too, because while you might know a lot, I always have more. I love how I'm writing the ghosts, just across the board. They are all pieces of shit in the Funniest Way, especially since Danny is a whole ass child right now. You're scheming about a nine year old babes, calm down. He hasn't even lost all his baby teeth yet.

As for the last one, I'm going to put it under a read more. TW for bugs and Danny rotting, but its ok he's fine with it.

Bug Boi (title to be changed later) has been shelved indefinitely for. Many reasons! I have. So much to write. Bug Boi is, for those who do not know. Where I put as many bugs into the boy as possible. He loses organ privileges and instead becomes the landlord for a hoard of different bugs. He loves them, and they love him, and when they die (as bugs often do) they give him their little bug souls as a thank you so he because More Bug.

Anyway, I recently learned about the scorpion fly, who looks like this:

It is so cool, and has recently (idk how recently) been seen in forensic entomology, meaning that I can put these fuckers into Danny's eye sockets or esophagus or wherever else and be. Not technically wrong!! I have no idea if Bug Boi will ever be taken off of my list of to be written, but if nothing else it gives for me a place to put bugs.

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"I've never given up on where I wanted to be (in the music industry), however, when life pulls you in so many different directions, it sometimes takes you off-guard, and it becomes very easy to lose sight. I believe everything happens for a reason, and although I feel I'm always at the wrong place at the wrong time, somehow that led me to the right place at the right time, to say ‘It's now or never’ after meeting Bryan and Doug. The energy the three of us have, working together, and their dedication is so exciting...I know this is just the beginning of something spectacular."

Her single, “Bulletproof” was released on January 9th, 2020, Ashley’s birthday. The song raced to the top of the iTunes country singles chart in South Africa, also becoming a #1 radio hit on the New Music Weekly country chart. New single, “What’s Her Name” is being released on March 25th, 2022.

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