#Melancholic Melanie

[magicalmysteryperson]

(song used: Bling-Bang-Bang-Born by Creepy Nuts)

Made an intro for a show that doesn't exist.

.....for characters that I just pulled out of my head.

Meet, from left to right... Phil, Sunny, Cole, and Melanie!

They are based off the four humors, which, back in ye olden days, were a personality classification system that was based on how much of something you have in your body.

Blood, Yellow Bile, Black Bile, and Phlem.

Sanguine people are super happy and outgoing, Choleric people are super angry and trigger happy, Phlegmatic people are chill and carefree, and Melancholic are pessimistic and anxious.

And I turned that into four, simple marketable characters that would've totally existed in the 2000s.

[isa-ah]

fuck it. isaiah

[alastor-simp]

Special Guest🎙🎵 - Alastor x Singer Reader

Whoosh!~ A cool breeze was blowing, giving you goosebumps. Your body was sitting on the railing of your bedroom porch. Just one more inch and you would tumble down. You were gazing at the sky, admiring the crimson red and the black stared orb. Peaceful moments like this were relaxing to you, despite the mast amount of pollution in the air. Heaving a sigh, you continued to gaze at the stars, humming out a song. That humming eventually turned into lyric, and you sang them outloud to yourself:

🎵If you weren't born with it You can buy a couple ornaments Just be sure to read the warning, kids 'Cause pretty soon you'll be bored of it Sexual, hey girl if you wanna feel sexual You can always call up a professional They stick pins in you like a vegetable

Kids forever, kids forever Baby soft skin turns into leather Don't be dramatic it's only some plastic No one will love you if you're unattractive

Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me Is it true that pain is beauty? Does a new face come with a warranty? Will a pretty face make it better? Oh Mr. Potato Head tell me How did you afford her surgery? Do you swear you'll stay forever Even if her face don't stay together Even if her face don't stay together...🎵

(Song/Lyrics Credit - "Mrs Potato Head" - Melanie Martinez)

As you continued to belt out the lyrics, an ominous shadow appeared behind you, watching you. Soon your song drew to an end. A sound of clapping hands appeared from behind you, making you yelp it fright. Turning your head back, you realized it was Alastor. He was smiling widely like a kid in a candy store. "Bravo, my dear!! What an amazing voice you have!" His feet carried him over to you, standing very close to the railing where you sat. Blushing, you casted your head down: "I'm not that good Al." Hands were placed on your face, pulling it back towards Al. "Don't be harsh on yourself, my dear! That was the best performance I have ever listened to! Why have you been hiding this secret from me?" Alastors hands continued to pinch your cheeks, his crimson eyes gazing at you with excitement. Pushing him back a bit, to leave your cheeks alone, you turned back towards the view. "I always had a fondness for music growing up. It was quite a shock to me when I realized that I could sing. I honestly suspected to sound like nails on a chalkboard when I first tried it out." Chuckling to yourself, you looked back at Al, who was laughing along with you at your explanation. "I imagined later on in my life I would make a career out of it, but I just never got around to doing it."

Alastor continued to gaze at your melancholic expression. He admired how passionate you were about singing. He himself adore music and he could sing as well. It pained him a bit that you never got to pursue your dreams. Leaning his body down, crossing his arms on the railing, he gazed at you, eyes flashing crimson. "Well I must say my dear, I'm already an instant fan! I wouldn't mind you showing off your talent during one of my broadcasts!" Almost falling off the railing in shock, you caught yourself. HE WANTED YOU TO SING DURING HIS RADIO BROADCASTS!!! "Y-you joking right?" Waiting for him to admit that he was joking. He laughed outloud. "Yes Indeedy! The wayward souls in hell would enjoy it very much, including myself!" His words were sincere, no distrust was spewing from his mouth. Twirling your hair with your finger, you looked down. "O-okay, if its alright with you." Alastor jumped back into his normal height, and wrapped his arm around your back, giving you a brief hug. "Excellent my dear! My broadcast starts at 11:00 AM, on the dot! Try to give some thought on what song you wish to perform. See you tomorrow, darling!" He was practically beaming, when he was talking to you. He soon disappeared, melding into a shadow.

It took you a bit to figure out what just happened. Alastor really wanted you to sing at his radio tower. You knew how much he valued his radio broadcasts, so you knew you needed to prepare yourself. Last thing you wanted was ruining the broadcast and upsetting Al. After that interaction with Al, you searched for what song you wanted to sing. Memorizing the lyrics and singing some parts out, making sure your vocal cords could handle it. You went to bed that night, nervous and excited for tomorrow.

**Tomorrow Morning, at 10:50 AM**

Sitting on a chair, you gazed around, taking in every little detail. Both you and Al were inside his radio tower, attached to the hotel. It was a cozy little studio. There was a giant window, looking down at the city. There was a desk and chair adorned with dear horns. A large stag head was mounted on the wall. On top of the large desk, was a set of microphones and buttons. Alastor was pressing a bunch of buttons, making sure everything was set for today's show. It still felt like a dream that you were in this situation right now. Maybe Alastor is a bit of a softie behind that evil radio demon status he holds. Settling down in his chair, he set his microphone cane in front of him, and adjusting yours at the same time. "Its showtime!" he says, smiling like the joker.

"Salutations! Ladies and Gentleman. What a good day to be on the air!" he started his introduction, causing you to smile. "Today's broadcast is a very special one indeed! Today I have a very talented sinner performing for all you people listening in! Allow me to introduce, Y/N!" His hand extended to you, like he was in a play. An applause soundtrack played as well. "U-um Hello everyone!" you stuttered in your speech, mentally cursing yourself for doing so. "HAHAHA! They are a little shy, but don't be fooled. They have a voice so incredible it will knock your socks off! Ready, my dear?" His eyes glanced over to you, making sure you were ok to start. Nodding yes, you took a deep breath, attempting to calm your nerves. Then you started to sing.

(Credit to Annapantsu. Check out her covers. Shes amazing!!!)

🎵Birds flying high You know how I feel Sun in the sky You know how I feel Breeze driftin' on by You know how I feel

It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good I'm feeling good

Fish in the sea You know how I feel River running free You know how I feel Blossom on a tree You know how I feel

It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good

Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don't you know Butterflies all havin' fun, you know what I mean Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean And this old world is a new world And a bold world For me For me

Stars when you shine You know how I feel Scent of the pine You know how I feel Oh, freedom is mine And I know how I feel

It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life

It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life It's a new life For me

And I'm feeling good I'm feeling good I feel so good I feel so good🎵

During your whole performance, Alastor was staring at you in shock. Your voice was heavenly!!! Not only did you sound spectacular, but you were singing his favorite genre of music, JAZZ!! Oh how delightful!!! Catching him staring at you, you gave a small wink. Radio screech! His heart starting beating out of his chest at your little action. Getting back into singing, you failed to notice the slight pink in his cheeks after you did that. Soon your performance came to end. "I hope you all enjoyed it." You said into the mic. Looking back at Alastor, you noticed he look slightly off. He was staring at you like a deer in headlights literally. Waving your hand in his face managed to alert him. "Heavens! What an amazing performance that was! Encore! Encore!" His radio staff began to play another applause, causing you to blush. "We will be right back! In the meantime, please enjoy this incredible song, Lets Misbehave by Irving Aaronson!" Alastor pressed a button, letting the song play, and also pressed another to mute his and your mic.

He didn't say a word after he did that. Oh no, did you mess up? He didn't appear upset when you were singing. Your thoughts were interrupted when a set of strong hands grabbed you. It took you a moment to realize that Alastor had brought you into a hug, a tight one at that. "Astonishing performance my dear! You did such an amazing job!!" His arms continued to squeeze you, rocking you back in forth in excitement. Giggling at his actions you returned his hug. The hug lasted longer then you suspected, especially knowing Alastors physical contact condition. "Um Al? You can let go now." Jumping at that, Alastor released you. "Y-yes my dear! Apologies! I had gotten overexcited!" You told him it was fine. Straightening his suit and fixing his hair, he looked back at you again. "Given that adorable smile on your face, I take it you are very satisfied as well!"

Smiling you nodded: "I admit I was very nervous in the beginning, but those feelings went away the minute I started singing. Thank you Alastor!" His eyes were tender, looking back at you. One of his hands grabbed yours, giving it a squeeze. "I'm glad my dear! Would you be opposed to becoming a part of my business? I would very much like to have you as partner during my shows! I can also put in a good word for Mimzy to have you perform at her club! What do you think?" His enthusiasm was exploding like fireworks, it was honestly adorable how giddy he was. Not even wasting a second to think, you squeezed his hand back. "Seems like we got a deal, Alastor!"

~END~

Tagging:

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[yourdarlingness]

　◞◟　Yuri　names · pronouns · titles　!

　　·　requested by @eyelessraven

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　◞◟　NAMES　✦

　:　Efulesse . Effuliene . Eloquainte . Eloquesse . Eloquette . Heavensent . Lexaria . Lyrica . Melancholi . Melancholine . Melania . Melaniesse . Metaporielle . Metraphia . Metraphorine . Novelle . Odeaira . Odirra . Oderielle . Proselia . Proselie . Quillara . Quillaire . Solumnia . Solemnia . Sonatae . Sonnet . Sonnetta . Sonnetto . Versana . Versiana . Verseona 　:　Anastasia . Ava . Avery . Cordelia . Elaine . Elissa . Elyssa . Elysia . Evangeline . Freya . Isadora . Lexi . Loraine . Melanie . Noelle . Noemi . Odessa . Odette . Ophelia . Rosalina . Rose . Serafina . Sonya

　◞◟　PRONOUNS　✦

　:　chae / chaer . chae / chapter . cry / crys . hu / hurt . kni / knife . mi / mir . mi / misery . ode / odes . shy / hyr . shy / hym . poe / poem . rhy / rhym (/ rhythm) . rhy / rhythm . ve / ver (/ verse) . ve / verse . 🔪 . 📜 . 📚 . 📖 . 📔 . 🖋️ . ✒️

　◞◟　TITLES　✦

　:　the poetess . the socially inept poet(ess) . the lady of poetry . the sophisticated [x] . the enigmatic elegist . (the / prn) melancholic verses . prn knife collection . prn shyness . prn eloquent writings . prn literary eminence . the (one / [x]) whose eloquence shown (through poetry) . prn metaphorical views / poems . prn wise words

[x] can be replaced with any nouns or terms you prefer

Words used ...

Eloquent

Lexicon

Metaphor

Novel

Quill

Solemn

Yuri's preferred words: Effulgent, Heavensent, Melancholy, Rose, Cry, Hurt, Misery

Poems: Sonnet, Verse, Prose, Ode, Elegy

[shirothesilly]

⁺ ⛧ ﹒ INTRO ! — ˚ 🌆  ⌢

＞＜﹐I go by Shiro/Yuu﹐🌕

🎧﹐They/he/she/fae + any neos/xenos | enby arospec lesbian :3﹐★

﹑﹒⟡ Main interests ! ﹒⤿ Tbhk, danganronpa (mainly sdr2), pmmm, bsd, splatoon, and more !! ^_^

⛧ ﹔🔮﹒DNI﹐ıllı — Homophobic, transphobic, ableist, racist, pr0shippers and disrespectful ppl in general

！I speak spanish, english and valencian | INFJ-T 4w5 melancholic-phlematic ELVF | I mainly listen to Chappell roan, but I also like other artists/bands like MCR, Korn, Mitski, MSI and Melanie Martinez (I do NOT support Melanie and MSI, I listen to their music on platforms like soundcloud where they don't get monetized)﹒🗝

[theaawalker]

melodies in bloom. [crybaby x y/n]

Pairing: CryBaby x fem!reader Song Inspo: We Fell in Love in October by girl in red Word Count: 1,728 Summary: Your return to K-12 Academy brings a mix of nostalgia and apprehension, amplified by the enigmatic presence of CryBaby, whose haunting music and mysterious aura seemed to mirror the school's unsettling undercurrents. As they gravitate towards each other amidst the eerie backdrop, you sense that CryBaby holds secrets that could unravel both the school's mysteries and their own intertwined fates. Warnings: extreme fluff Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

The sun blazed overhead, casting a golden hue over the school grounds as Y/N strolled through the courtyard of K-12 Academy. It was a new semester, but for Y/N, everything felt familiar yet filled with untapped possibilities. She adjusted the strap of her backpack, the weight of her textbooks a discomforting reminder of the academic challenges ahead.

Returning to K-12 felt like stepping back into a suffocating routine.

"Fleur!" Y/N called out, spotting her fiery-haired friend chatting animatedly with Angelita under the shade of a cherry blossom tree. Fleur turned, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she hurried over to Y/N.

"Hey, Y/N! Ready to tackle this new year head-on?" Fleur exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious even in the face of Y/N's skepticism.

Y/N smirked, tossing her hair defiantly. "Sure, let's see what kind of chaos K-12 throws at us this time."

Angelita looked up from her sketchbook, her hazel eyes observing the duo with quiet amusement. "At least we can count on it being eventful."

As they walked towards the school building, Y/N couldn't help but notice the familiar faces of Celeste and Magnolia sitting under the oak tree, their usual air of sophistication and drama already in full swing.

"Did you hear CryBaby's back?" Magnolia whispered excitedly as Y/N approached.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued despite herself. "Already? I wonder what she's been up to."

Celeste rolled her eyes, stirring her salad with practiced nonchalance. "Who knows. She's always been a bit... unpredictable."

Y/N nodded, silently agreeing. CryBaby—Melanie Martinez—had always intrigued her with her unique style and the aura of mystery that surrounded her. Y/N admired CryBaby's individuality and rebellious spirit, qualities she found herself drawn to amidst the conformity of K-12.

Later that afternoon, curiosity got the best of Y/N as she found herself standing outside the music room. She could hear the faint strains of a piano and CryBaby's haunting voice drifting through the closed door. Intrigued, Y/N pushed it open quietly.

Inside, CryBaby stood by the piano, completely absorbed in the music as she poured her heart into each note. Y/N leaned against the doorframe, captivated by the raw emotion in CryBaby's voice. The song was a melancholic melody that echoed Y/N's own feelings of restlessness and longing.

CryBaby finished the song, her eyes fluttering open as she turned towards Y/N, a surprised yet gentle smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, hey," CryBaby greeted softly, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Y/N smirked, her usual spunk coming to the forefront. "Hey there. Didn't mean to crash your solo performance, but damn, CryBaby, you've got some serious talent."

CryBaby chuckled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Thanks. I guess I just needed to blow off some steam."

They fell into easy conversation, discussing music, art, and their shared disdain for the stifling atmosphere at K-12 Academy. Y/N found herself opening up to CryBaby in ways she hadn't with anyone else, drawn to the authenticity and defiance that defined her.

In the dimly lit music room's corner, Y/N and CryBaby found themselves surrounded by a hushed atmosphere, broken only by the soft strains of a piano melody CryBaby was playing. The room seemed to shrink around them, cocooning them in a world of their own.

CryBaby's fingers moved effortlessly over the keys, each note carrying a hauntingly beautiful quality that filled the air with melancholy and longing. Y/N leaned against the wall, her gaze fixed on CryBaby, captivated by the raw emotion pouring out through the music.

"You have such a gift," Y/N murmured softly, breaking the silence that hung between them. CryBaby paused, her fingers hovering over the keys as she turned towards Y/N, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice a gentle whisper that echoed through the room. Y/N stepped closer, drawn to CryBaby's vulnerability and the unspoken connection that seemed to bind them together.

"It's like your music tells stories that words alone can't express," Y/N continued, her eyes searching CryBaby's face.

CryBaby's gaze softened, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and understanding. "Sometimes, music is the only way I know how to make sense of everything," she confessed, tracing the piano keys.

They stood in the quiet embrace of the music room, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them like a delicate melody waiting to be resolved. Y/N reached out tentatively, her fingertips brushing against CryBaby's hand. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through Y/N, a silent acknowledgment of the emotions stirring within her.

CryBaby turned towards Y/N, her hand instinctively intertwining with Y/N's, their fingers interlocking in a silent promise of solidarity and understanding. In that moment, amidst the echoes of piano keys and the warmth of their joined hands, Y/N knew that their bond was something beyond words—a harmony that resonated deep within their souls.

And as the music continued to play, filling the room with its bittersweet melody, Y/N and CryBaby found solace in the quiet communion of their shared passion and unspoken desires.

She turned to CryBaby, a playful glint in her eyes.

"You know, CryBaby," Y/N began teasingly, nudging her shoulder gently. "You're not as mysterious as you think you are."

CryBaby raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, really? And here I thought I had everyone fooled."

Y/N chuckled, the sound echoing through the quiet night. "Nah, I see right through you. Underneath that mysterious exterior, there's a softie who secretly loves cheesy romance movies."

CryBaby laughed, a genuine, unrestrained sound that made Y/N's heart skip a beat. Their eyes found each other naturally, fingers intertwining as they sat in the comfortable silence of the pastel parlor. Y/N felt a sense of ease and belonging she hadn't felt since she left home.

From that moment, Y/N and CryBaby's bond deepened, their unspoken feelings hanging in the air like a shared secret. An unsaid promise. To navigate the challenges of school life together, supporting each other's dreams and finding solace in their rebellious spirits.

Just then, a sharp feedback played in the school speakers. It must've went on for five minutes, way too long for Y/N and CryBaby to have to cover their ears.

"Attention, K-12 students," the Principal's raspy voice arose, "all must report to the grand auditorium for a final orientation before the hour. Any children who object will be sentenced to six weeks detention! ...That is all." So much for rebellious spirits.

As they walked hand in hand through the corridors of K-12, Y/N couldn't help but ponder how this semester would play out. Cruel professors. Power-abusing principals. Bratty boys. Cutthroat girls. Ghouls in ballrooms, snakes in covers, melodies of death, and worse. Despite the dissonance of their surroundings, she knew that her connection with CryBaby was a melody of its own—a vibrant tune that resonated with the beauty of two souls unafraid to defy expectations and embrace their true selves.

And amidst the chaos of K-12's relentless drama, Y/N knew that their bond was a testament to the power of authenticity and the magic of unexpected connections, even in that academic hell.

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[moirtre]

*    10 : 09 PM .    POSTURE:    jan. 13, 2016.

CHARACTERS:    melanie bae & yoon yeeun. WORDS:    739. WARNINGS:    swearing.

Easily attached. Those were the words noted by Yeo Joo-eun in Heri’s file after her 6-month trainee evaluation. Always a half-step behind, Joo-eun pitied the fourteen-year-old whose bold features never seemed to match her muted nature. Uninteresting, at most. Those were the words remarked by Jeong Ka-rin to her creative director when Heri broke down in the practice room at sixteen, heartbroken for reasons other trainees would’ve been overjoyed. 

Disappointment always seemed to hang over Heri’s head. Following her like a shadow, reminding anyone who glanced at her of the muteness that defined her personage. That muteness, somehow, never attacked her talent. Everyone knew Heri was talented— quite so. She was known for her voice, effortlessly high with a natural airiness. For her ear, musicality is embedded in her every thought. And for her kindness, like snow with its beautification of everything it covered. If it were not for the permanent sadness stitched into the creases of her eyes, Heri could have had her every wish. But self-sabotage never allowed for many wishes. 

Within the group, Melanie was regarded as Heri’s direct opposite. Where Heri seemed to dampen with melancholic disappointment, Melanie blossomed with poise— the same elegant poise that escaped Heri the moment she debuted. Jae-jin, the girls’ manager from the beginning, liked to joke the two were yin and yang. Melanie, known to scoff at any comparison between herself and Heri, liked to make the point that yin and yang were direct opposites, equal opposites. And Heri was never Melanie's equal.

No one quite knows when ‘Heri and Melanie’ became ‘Heri’s obsession with Melanie’. but sometime between their debut and Melanie's first solo project, Heri's eyes gained vitality. The muteness that dominated her bold features grew lost in a glaze of enchantment. For the first time, “possibly in her life” (Naira was known to scoff at any mention of Heri), Heri allowed herself to be. Casting a wish as blissfully as the white snow cataloged on gorgeous winter days.

“It's like she puts you on a pedestal,” Juniper mutters half-heartedly. Melanie's eyebrows raise, making eye contact with the group's leader through the mirror. 

“And you don’t?” She speaks with a laugh, drawing an unimpressed stare from Juniper. 

“Personally, I think it’s cute. like-” she pauses. “When was the last time she looked like- I don’t know… like she didn’t dread her existence?” Juniper giggles at this, deep dimples appearing in her pale, apple cheeks. 

“Can't remember.” 

Melanie hums in affirmation of her point. A brief silence enveloped the two girls before Melanie spoke up once more. “Apparently she’s pretty good at making songs. like, producing them.” 

It is Juniper's eyebrows that rise this time, surprised brown eyes watching Melanie and anticipating her next words. 

“Jae-jin told me they’re giving her a chance. She might end up producing something with Carter for some kids’ show.” 

“So they're like… testing her.” Melanie nods, “Yeah, Carter gets to evaluate her, see how good she really is—” 

“Potentially make her cry.” 

Juniper interrupts, adding in the thought with a brief chuckle released from Melanie.

“He's excited about it for some reason. Don’t know why, really.” 

“Mels,” Juniper begins, sending the golden-haired singer a deadpan look. “Because he can be an asshole to her and get paid for it.”

She nods, slowly, pensive in her agreement. “He's mean for free, getting paid for it? That’s like- the perfect scenario for him.” Juniper mutters, shifting in her position perched on her closest friend's bed sheets. 

“How do you think it’s gonna go for her?” Juniper speaks up quietly, almost as if she was afraid of posing the question. Her gentle fear is validated through Melanie’s casual scoff accompanied by a roll of her eyes.

“Honestly? I don’t give a fuck.”

Juniper's eyebrows shoot up in surprise once again. Despite her increasing awareness of how much Melanie resented the group’s second-youngest, the depth of her disdain for Heri never ceased to catch Juniper off guard.

“I want her gone. If Carter can’t manage to do that, I’ll go to Trenton— shit, even Ka-rin if I have to."

Juniper breathes deeply, fear creeping into her eyes as she takes in the words of the woman she’s looked up to since she first entered the company. In that moment Juniper understood the depths of Heri’s reverence for the group’s most popular member.

And Juniper knew better than anyone else that when Melanie Bae wanted something, she would get it.

[shingansoul]

Comfortable (Trigun fic)

Summary:

Vashwood week day 6: " Just because I won’t be here tomorrow doesn’t mean I’m not here now. Can you acknowledge that I lived? That we lived?”

The ways Vash looked at Wolfwood were unlike anything else the undertaker had been privy to in his life up until now. And with it, the emotions they gave him were equally hard to define and face, but the least Vash could do in exchange was to take in the man before him and not the corpse he was waiting to leave behind.

@vashwoodweek

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The way Vash would look at Wolfwood when he thought the other wasn't looking tended to settle into one of three distinct expressions. Because he would try to sneak those glances or stare long and hard when he thought he wasn't being noticed, his own expression was left usually unguarded compared to when actually being spoken to. Wolfwood had made a point of memorizing them all, piecing together as he could the emotions usually left so safeguarded away behind the fake smile and tinted glasses.

There was the not as common but fierce one, a stern and frustrated thing that often gave him grit teeth and the sharpening of eyes. You could visibly see the blonde’s hackles raise and it was usually accompanied by a quick approach full of intent and some kind of fight. It was often a reactionary or even petulant look he would shoot almost exclusively Wolfwood, at least of their little group. It was the one he tried to hide least, it was pointed and full of something so close to real anger that Wolfwood often wished he saw it more, despite himself. Vash should get pissed off, for himself preferably but in general just the same was good too. Wolfwood was already tired in just their short time together from the plastered on entirely servicing persona. He knew there was something inhuman beneath that red jacket and behind blue eyes beyond compare, and he wouldn't be fooled. He wasn't the only wolf amongst sheep it seemed.

In contrast, the most oft one found creeping his face was something Wolfwood was nowhere near brave enough to put a name to. It held such warmth, such blinding fondness that it felt like Wolfwood would certainly catch fire under its intensity like the sun. It was a look that softened all of Vash’s already baby soft features and even if a smile didn't accompany it, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and the way his cheekbones pushed up, you could always tell. Affection like that, capturing someone's deep intense gaze like this was something Wolfwood was so terribly unaccustomed to. Even with Miss Melanie who in even his darkest days he never doubted the love of, it was nothing like this. Maybe only Livio with his golden hued and double lidded eyes, always seeming tired yet seeking out the older boy with a fervor unmatched could come close and even then….this was something else.

Vash latched onto him and let himself be guided along by the end of the first day they had met, an outright disconcerting amount of trust in a world like theirs. But Wolfwood saw that it wasn't trust, not at first, and at times not even still. He never gave himself away even as he let himself fall asleep without worry in the backseat beside him, even as he was comfortable enough to seek him out for his melancholic moments when the mask threatened to fall and Wolfwood had the shred of grace not to mention it. Was it for comfort? But what comfort could someone like him give with his bloodied hands, sharp tongue, and acrid heart acting without its own will? All the same, it was always Wolfwood the man sought out whether to ask him the most obtuse of questions to distract himself, to fluster on purpose to give himself something to smile about, the one he would sleep beside at night and lay his tired body against when they crammed into the single bed of a shitty inn they had booked for the night.

Vash had a vulnerable heart, but he was never open with giving anything of himself; he offered his most precious and fragile parts to the world to destroy and scar over and over, but anything of real substance was kept tightly to his chest. Maybe the reason was because of that very way of life that he learned not to give anything else. So why was Wolfwood, sharp teeth and cynicism on his breath the one he clung to?

It was that very thought that had come to mind once more as they made camp one night in their travels, out in the sands between towns, but thankfully despite the cool night air the winds didn't whip at sand to make it hard to settle down. The reporters had taken up the back and shotgun seats of the car for the night not wanting to bother with setting up a fire and the sleeping packs after a long day of driving which left Vash and Wolfwood to either camp out on the sand below or hike up to the roof. The choice was an easy one, and so Wolfwood found himself on lookout shift with Vash in and out of dozing in his lap. Wolfwood laid back with his legs propped up and knees bent, which Vash had taken as an opportunity and was quick to curl on his side next to the undertaker and with only a bit of hesitation he had taken to placing his head against the other's stomach. Wolfwood, with his head propped up against the railing had a view almost directly looking down at his charge’s face anytime he glanced down. He had thought he felt the other’s breath even out so with a cigarette to idly chew on more than taste and smoke between his teeth, he let himself boredly keep an eye out to the moons above and the stars dotting the sky around them.

After maybe half an hour and itching for something to do in the awkward position, he considered the blonde pressed atop him. His flesh hand had grabbed weakly at his pants, his fingers hanging half-in-half out of his pocket while his prosthetic was tucked under him. It couldn't have been comfortable, but he presumed it was probably some small attempt at not making Wolfwood uncomfortable with taking its weight or sharp edges himself. The undertaker huffed a chiding sigh from between his teeth, and with a small shake of his head he leaned into brazenness and reached down to start loosely scratching his blunt nails against the shaved part of Vash’s hair. It had a nice texture against his skin and it was enough movement to keep his finger joints from getting stiff. And so they stayed there like that, content in the moment to just soak this in and not think about tomorrow until the suns were up and responsibilities were shouting in their ears.

Wolfwood found himself nodding off after a while, his cigarette long since burnt to the cartridge and cooled and his eyes getting a bit of that sting tiredness brought. He reached up with his free hand to rub at the bridge of his nose, a groan on his lips without much thought. When his vision was clear again he was greeted with baby blues staring back at him, an indecipherable look on their owner’s face. Vash’s expression was a bit neutral, seeming to study Wolfwood’s face with an intensity as if he were seeing him for the first time. Or rather, perhaps for the last time going by the growing somber tone his attention seemed to bring on. Here was the third look he had noticed, and it was the one he hated the most; Vash looked at him the way a mourner looked at a corpse in a casket, taking in the last vestiges of the person before him despite how he was warm and breathing against him this very moment. Wolfwood grit his teeth, irritation setting in and a reprimand or indignant comment on his lips, heat rising in his chest as his thoughts rolled around in ways he wished they wouldn't. 

‘Does he think so little of me? That I'll just keel over? How can he look at me like that when i'm the one leading him to a death sentence? I'm not dead yet, I won't die here on this stupid journey, not before I get back and nobody will take that from me.’

But the more he looked into searching sad eyes and almost crestfallen expression at this point, the more he felt his impulse to bark and bite abate into something kinder. Wolfwood let himself take a deep breath, Vash’s expression shifting to one of more aware interest as he felt more than watched as Wolfwood gave an equally dramatic exhale. He dragged his fingers against blonde and brown hair forward to rest the back of his knuckles against the soft warm skin of Vash’s cheek. 

“Wolfwood?” His voice was soft and unsure, like he was scared to speak as if that would be what chased off the undertaker.

“Quit mournin’ me when I'm still right in front of you.”

The blonde would have likely balked in shock if he wasn't held captive, practically cradled now between a hand and still raised legs against Wolfwood’s abdomen. He looked gutted, to be blunt, like something had just taken everything out of him all at once. He floundered a bit, opening and closing his mouth as he struggled to come up with anything he could say in face of the other’s words. Before he could land on anything however, Wolfwood pressed on.

“People like us aren't built to last out here like this, y'know. Whether it be some stupid draw of the cards or our choices throwing us right into a hole in the ground the result is the same.” He paused, lightly pressing his knuckles a bit more firmly against the other’s face, both asking for attention and to cement the place of contact. “But just because I won’t be here tomorrow doesn’t mean I’m not here now.”

He grabbed the hand gripping his clothes and he guided it up to press against his sternum, his hand overtop to hold it in place in case Vash tried to pull away.

“You feel that? Can you feel that I'm alive right now? I can feel the warmth of your skin and feel your breaths against me, I can feel that you’re alive right now too…Can you acknowledge that I lived? That we lived?”

Vash bit his lip to try to keep it from quivering, his legs to the side tightening up to pull in further in the already curled position in the small space. Wolfwood waited, his dark eyes refusing to break contact until he got what he was looking for. Vash remained wordless, his eyes quickly glazing over with tears and he inhaled sharp, a sniffle following as he tried to choke down the sound bubbling in his throat. Wolfwood kept waiting, pressing the other further by now firmly holding his cheek, rough fingers cupping the edge of his jaw. That was enough to break the last of his resolve it seemed as Vash let a soft sob burst past his lip and he almost scrambled to lurch upwards into an unsteady sit. The undertaker let a lazy smile reach his lips and he leaned forward just to pull the blonde down into his chest atop him, his face pushed maybe a bit too roughly into him but the blonde didn't complain. Instead it seemed he tried to push himself even further against the warm tanned skin in front of him.

“Please….Don't die….”

“I don’t plan on it, blondie. Not anytime soon anyways, I have things I need to finish before I can do that. ‘Sides, who else can keep your skinny ass alive even when you throw yourself into open fire, ah?”

He was answered with a wordless mewl, an aborted attempt at a response he guessed and he felt Vash shake against him. He loosely draped a hand against his back, fingers idley sliding up and down against the notches of his spine through his coat as he could find them through the thick fabric.

“Say it, would’ja?”

“Wolfwood…”

“I want to hear you say it. I don’t care if you don't believe it, I want you to say it. Then you have to try, you wouldn’t let me down would ya needle-noggin?”

Vash hummed weakly, shaking his head no a few times but Wolfwood once more just sat and waited, his touch never wavering.

“I….I am alive, I have lived. I’m still.. I'm still here..,” He paused to sniffle wetly and ended up rubbing what was most definitely snot against Wolfwood's shirt. “You…you’re alive…You’re….you’re right-”

“Right here, spikey. And at least until JuLai, I'm not going anywhere you aren't coming with me either.”

Vash nodded once, more a jerk of the head really, and he let himself fall the bit of distance left between them as he now laid against Wolfwood rather than sat being pressed into him. Wolfwood chuckled softly, pulling the edge of the other’s red jacket out to at least cover his chest and stomach as well. If he was a mattress then the other could be a blanket. It wasn't the most comfortable he had ever been on really any level, but…it certainly wasn't the worst.

[misterrobobote]

Uh hi sorry for waking you up but uh can we see sa family moment beetwen Lefty, Rocestar Freddy and Lena?

Sorry for not answering earlier, I needed to put on pause for studies. Thank you for your understanding.

As for the question, I will say that the moment would occur perhaps some years after the events of a "breath of hope". Now it's time for action.

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Lena and Logan were on their way home. Although the accusations against Lena had drastically diminished since MadTrap and the others had been knocked out, there were still other kids who were telling rumors about her. But there were others who said that Lena didn't deserve to be with them because she was different. It was racism pushed to such a point. Lena was demoralized that so many people hated her. But there was a minority who found this idea absurd and who were on her side. Among them was Logan.

"Lena esque sa va" asked Logan, to break the rather melancholic atmosphere that the two of them had. Lena stopped walking and turned her head towards Logan.

"No!!! All is not well. I can't make it! I don't know how to handle the situation. I don't know why he hates me so much. What did I do to make him hate me so much?" with despair before lowering his eyes.

"Lena" Lena looks up to see Logan. She speaks again "Lena, if he hates you so much it's because they are jealous of you or afraid."

"Really?" a little confused.

"Yes. My mother told me that the students who are excluded are the ones that others judge as outsiders. Those people sometimes have talents they don't have. My father also told me that these people live a life that is not interesting and that they bother others because they have a better life than them."

Lena was really confused, how could people do that? She found this idea totally absurd, but she decided to believe it.

"You know, Lena, when you came to class, I saw you present yourself. I also saw the others see you and how they called you a witch when Melanie fainted. I really felt sorry for you. But even now, they still do."

"What should I do Logan. Should I change so they'll stop bothering me."

"No, Lena. Just stay the way you are. You know, I'm your friend because you are. Even if people say bad things about you, the ones who will believe you are the people who are good and know you."

Lena was really moved by what Logan, just said she had become a philosopher. It was the first time in her life that someone said such honest words to her after Melanie's death.

"Thank you so much, it means a lot to me. Friends for life."

"Friend for life."

The two give each other a big hug before they part and go their separate ways.

Lena reflects on all that was going on in her life. She tries to do her best to appreciate the world for what it is. She was not far from the house when she saw her mother and father waiting at the entrance of the house. Lena ran in their direction before landing in their arms. The three of them gave each other a huge hug and then Lena recounted every detail of what had happened during the day.

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Yes, that's it. I didn't have any inspiration as to how the three would interact. But I improvised.

[saintfelina]

American traditional tattoos would fit you so well. I usually see them on girls with vintage pin-up aesthetic and they're very beautiful but i've never thought the tattoos could convey a different mood and tone, like on you i feel it'd be girly and snappy and personal, slightly melancholic, idk how to explain it but it feels very "girl you met and can't forget for the rest of your life"

thank you!!! american traditional is truly my fav style of tattoos and its like the prelude to those pastel melanie martinez-esque tattoos that have been popular for years now and idk....i just feel like if theres any tattoo im getting it'd be those!

[fewsystemsinonebody]

host

system: misty/woodsy nicknames: many animal form: none look: height - short eyes - hazel? hair - brown, to her arms, sometimes dyes it green skin - light communication: - głos się waha od dziecięcego po doroślejszy w zależności od sytuacji/nastroju/towarzystwa (age regressing), baby talk - makes weird noises, especially right after fronting - creates her own words and twists them, wymienia r z l w słowie np garelia czy kernel - squeaks when she sees a tiny dog like chihuahua or a pug - prefers gifs over emojis, her fav emoji is poop but not to use, just collects stuff with it how they move: - sleeps with her fav stuffed animals, doesn't sleep on the front anymore - shuffle shoes when walking - makes weird poses and faces - very expressive - can spin around due to autism or stim with hands, covers ears when in panic or rocks back and forth, also jumps up and down when happy and claps etc. - lubi nosić smycz od kluczy czy coś innego do skubania jak się denerwuje music: fav genre - likes variety of genres, especially christmas vintage music, alternative/indie and 80s? but mostly melancholic music lately… fav bands - Ashbury Heights, Alphaville, Temples, Rome, Simon & Garfunkel, Hole, Melanie Martinez, Tegan and Sara, Dead can dance, Queen? fav songs - Logical song, People are lonely, Letter to God, Swim by Boy epic, Flowers by Miley Cyrus and Benee - Green honda, Hollow - Dons and Rim tim tagi dim - Baby lasagna but loves many other songs too *usually uses yt instead of spotify like others, loves music videos most often chooses silence over music, hates musicals and opera (probably we all do) other info: - marzy o karierze w interior design and decoration, chciała zostać detektywem lub iść na kryminologię, kochałaby na różne sposoby pracować przy filmach - świetnie czuje się przed kamerą - she's like a sidekick - MORE gender/sexuality: - she/her, asexual, aromantic

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Dear diary,

Blythe dolls are kinda famous for being adorable and beautiful art collectors dolls.~

With slim bodies and oversized head, Bambi big doe eyes and perfect hair it's no wonder they are so pretty~

I kinda wish I looked like them as for their body figure and had pretty big eyes with perfectly gorgeous hair~

I'd love to be able to pull of fashion they are clothed in too. I'm including some with my own remarks as to each~

~Blythe dolls beautiful crafted~ ↙️

Lana del Rey ~ elegant graceful coquettish girlies^~

~Avril Laverne body double & ellise/Melanie vibes^~

~™Omg sooo cute cuties ~ girly girls super sweet^ ~

^sarcastic melancholic loner vibes/autumn girly~

[pusha-t2024]

Songs About Cups

If you've never thought about cups as a source of musical inspiration, you're in for a delightful surprise. Cups have found their way into the lyrics and titles of numerous songs across various genres, each bringing a unique story and emotion. In this post, we're exploring the Best Rated Songs About Cups that have captured the hearts of music lovers around the world. From country anthems to pop hits, these tunes make you appreciate the humble cup in a whole new way.

1. “Red Solo Cup” by Toby Keith (2011)

About This Song:

Album: Clancy's Tavern

Released: 2011

Artist: Toby Keith

Genre: Country

Key Lyric: "Red Solo cup, I fill you up, let's have a party."

Toby Keith's "Red Solo Cup" became an instant party anthem upon its release in 2011.

The song celebrates the ubiquitous red plastic cup, a staple at American parties and tailgates.

Keith's lighthearted lyrics and catchy tune make it a fan-favorite, often played at social gatherings.

Interestingly, the song’s simplicity and relatable content contributed to its commercial success.

Keith himself has mentioned that the song was meant to be fun and not taken too seriously.

2. “Cup of Loneliness” by George Jones (1957)

About This Song:

Album: George Jones Singing 14 Top Country Song Favorites

Released: 1957

Artist: George Jones

Genre: Country

Key Lyric: "All my friends 'tis bitter sweet while here on earth we stopped."

George Jones' "Cup of Loneliness" is a heartfelt country ballad released in 1957.

The song reflects on themes of sorrow and redemption, resonating deeply with its listeners.

Jones' rich, emotive voice adds depth to the song’s poignant lyrics.

Written during a time of personal struggles, the song captures Jones' emotional state.

It remains a classic in the country music genre, celebrated for its raw honesty and soulful delivery.

3. “Sippy Cup” by Melanie Martinez (2015)

About This Song:

Album: Cry Baby

Released: 2015

Artist: Melanie Martinez

Genre: Alternative/Indie Pop

Key Lyric: "Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup."

"Sippy Cup" by Melanie Martinez is a dark, alternative pop track from her debut album 'Cry Baby'.

The song deals with heavy themes like parental negligence and substance abuse.

Martinez's haunting vocals and eerie instrumentals create a chilling atmosphere.

Released in 2015, the song quickly gained attention for its bold storytelling.

Martinez has said the song is a commentary on masking deeper issues with superficial fixes.

4. “Cup of Coffee” by Johnny Cash (1966)

About This Song:

Album: Everybody Loves a Nut

Released: 1966

Artist: Johnny Cash

Genre: Country

Key Lyric: "Dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend."

Johnny Cash's "Cup of Coffee" features on his 1966 album 'Happiness Is You'.

This melancholic track talks about the end of a relationship, symbolized by a cup of coffee.

Cash's deep, resonant voice brings a somber tone to the song’s narrative.

Written during a turbulent time in Cash's personal life, the song is imbued with genuine emotion.

Its straightforward yet compelling lyrics make it a timeless piece in Cash's discography.

5. “One More Cup of Coffee” by Bob Dylan (1976)

About This Song:

Album: Desire

Released: 1976

Artist: Bob Dylan

Genre: Folk Rock

Key Lyric: "One more cup of coffee for the road."

Bob Dylan’s "One More Cup of Coffee" is a standout track from his 1976 album 'Desire'.

The song blends folk and rock elements to create a haunting melody.

Dylan's lyrics tell the story of a farewell, steeped in a sense of longing and finality.

The song was written during a trip to the French Quarter of New Orleans, adding a mystical vibe.

The evocative imagery and Gypsy-inspired sound make it a memorable piece in Dylan's catalog.

6. “Cup of Tea” by Kacey Musgraves (2015)

About This Song:

Album: Pageant Material

Released: 2015

Artist: Kacey Musgraves

Genre: Country

Key Lyric: "You can't be everybody's cup of tea."

Kacey Musgraves' "Cup of Tea" is a charming track from her 2015 album 'Pageant Material'.

The song promotes self-acceptance with its catchy refrain, “You can’t be everybody’s cup of tea”.

Musgraves' witty lyrics and soothing voice make the song both relatable and uplifting.

It was written as a reminder to stay true to oneself despite others' opinions.

The song's lighthearted approach to a universal message resonates with many listeners.

7. “A Cup of Coffee” by Katy Perry (2008)

About This Song:

Album: One of the Boys

Released: 2008

Artist: Katy Perry

Genre: Pop

Key Lyric: "Cup of coffee and an overdose."

"A Cup of Coffee" is an unreleased gem by pop sensation Katy Perry, recorded in 2008.

The song explores the simplicity of spending time with someone over a cup of coffee.

Perry's playful and flirty lyrics set a relaxed, intimate tone.

Although it didn’t make it to any of her albums, the song is cherished by her fans.

It showcases Perry’s knack for turning everyday moments into catchy pop melodies.

8. “Bring Me Your Cup” by UB40 (1993)

About This Song:

Album: Promises and Lies

Released: 1993

Artist: UB40

Genre: Reggae

Key Lyric: "I've got the bottle, bring me your cup."

UB40's "Bring Me Your Cup" is a reggae classic from their 1993 album 'Promises and Lies'.

The song is about seeking solace and comfort, metaphorically represented by a cup.

UB40's smooth rhythms and soulful vocals make it a relaxing listen.

The song was released at a peak period for the band, adding to its popularity.

Its easy-going vibe and relatable lyrics have made it a fan-favorite over the years.

9. “Cups” (“When I’m Gone”) by Anna Kendrick (2013)

About This Song:

Album (soundtrack): Pitch Perfect

Released: 2013

Artist: Anna Kendrick

Genre: Pop

Key Lyric: "You're gonna miss me when I'm gone."

"Cups (When I’m Gone)" by Anna Kendrick became a viral sensation after appearing in the movie 'Pitch Perfect' in 2013.

The song features Kendrick performing a rhythmic cup-tapping routine.

Its catchy melody and unique beat made it an instant hit on social media.

Originally a folk song, Kendrick's version brought it mainstream popularity.

The song’s success was unexpected but welcomed, cementing its place in pop culture.

10. “Cup of Coffee” by Garbage (2001)

About This Song:

Album: Beautiful Garbage

Released: 2001

Artist: Garbage

Genre: Alternative Rock

Key Lyric: "You tell me you don't love me over a cup of coffee"

Garbage's "Cup of Coffee" is a poignant track from their 2001 album 'Beautiful Garbage'.

The song deals with themes of heartbreak and closure, marked by a conversation over coffee.

Shirley Manson’s emotive vocals add depth to the song's somber lyrics.

Released during a time of musical experimentation for the band, it stood out for its emotional rawness.

The song’s haunting melody and relatable theme make it a standout track.

Conclusion

From reflective ballads to upbeat anthems, these songs about cups offer something for every music lover. Whether you’re in the mood for a heartfelt country tune or a pop sensation, there’s a song on this list that will resonate with you. Next time you pour yourself a cup of coffee or grab a Solo cup at a party, remember these tracks and the stories they tell. Enjoy exploring these musical gems and perhaps, you’ll find a new favorite to add to your playlist. Happy listening!

[seneon]

I love ur grunge! Dabi…I was listening to Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez and the chorus reminded me sm of dabi and reader…could u make a angst to fluff scenario/fic about it TYSM LOTS OF LUV 🌺

★ TRAINING WHEELS ( GRUNGE¡DABI )

about. touya sticks around you through thick and thin. gender neutral reader. slight angst + fluff. wc of 500+

notes. sigh touya ily... grunge dabi ily... also apologies if this was ass im actually so tired rn i can't even see properly

your eyes melancholically gazed at the boy in front of you who had landed a soft hit on your head, lips moving in static silence as touya's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.

touya knew you weren't in the best condition right now, having to go through once and yet again another breakup with one of your new boyfriends. he knows you well enough to already expect what's coming next, and he's so tired of beating up the mere boys who broke your fragile piece of heart.

how do you not realise that touya todoroki stayed with you all this time because he has feelings for you?

feelings that touya felt like it will never ever reciprocate. he knows it is all futile too, so he kept his unnoticed feelings stuffed in a small little jar that had broken long ago.

it's so pathetic really, how he's always on your side no matter whatever illicit activities you commit. all while you're here, so oblivious to his feelings as if there is a wall that blocks his feelings to you. you never noticed it, always so indulged in whatever cute boys you see around the school just to get a taste of their lips.

the boy sighed and ceased his lecturing, knowing that it wouldn't even be registered into your mind from how many countless times he has to do this.

“just… don't do any other stupid shit like dating shitty guys, fucking dumbass. i’ve told you so many times already.”

his voice is coherent and clear now, not a single grain filters it as his words go through your mind like a lightning bolt that charges through.

you bring your hands up to rub your head where touya had previously knocked (or hit, you weren't sure). you eased the slight pain that rested above your scalp, gaze tearing from the boy to his foo fighters t-shirt that you bought for him for his sixteenth birthday.

“why are you still sticking around me…?” you asked in a voice that was so soft, it was like a whisper to touya.

he took notice of your eyes that held such a large amount of confusion. with one swift move, his arms are wrapped around you, embracing your broken little form as his fingers dig themselves into your hair to brush them.

“because i can't leave you alone.”

you melt into his touch almost immediately, feeling his warm envelope your entire body as his cheap cologne from the dollar store fills your nose.

from all the boys that you've taken into your own arms, you never realised how nice and comforting touya’s embrace is. you cursed the heavens for putting up the thick wall that separates you from the boy. you could've been hugging him all this time. you could've been in touya's arms all this damn time.

your lips could have been dancing with touya's lips all this damn pathetic time.

how could you not realise so soon that all these other irrelevant boys on this earth were just a piece for you to consume to contain your own feelings for touya?

well whatever, he's already kissing you and caressing your face so sweetly with such a gentle touch.

the training wheels on your bike are beginning to fall off from the taste of touya's lips alone, the main part balancing on its own with fingers that wipes your salty tears of relief away.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[isamukalimoew]

YA'LL I MADE A MELANIE MARTINEZ STORY BECAUSE I LOVE HER AND I JUST WENT TO HER CONCERT AND IT WAS AMAZING AND THIS STORY IS KINDA CRINGE BUT IDC ITS A STORY!!

Cry Baby!!

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The air hung thick with the scent of rain and sugar, a strange concoction that mirrored Melanie Martinez's own duality. She stood backstage, bathed in the soft glow of the stage lights, her crimson lips a stark contrast to the pale, porcelain skin. Her eyes, the color of storm clouds, scanned the swirling masses in the audience. It wasn't just the fans she saw, but a kaleidoscope of stories, each face a whispered secret waiting to be unveiled.

Tonight, she wasn't just Melanie. Tonight, she was a storyteller, a weaver of dreams and nightmares. Her stage, a canvas painted with shadows and light, was her playground. The music, her words, her every move, a symphony of emotions, raw and unfiltered.

The opening chords of 'Cry Baby' filled the air, sending a shiver down the spines of the audience. As she stepped onto the stage, the crowd erupted, a maelstrom of cheers and screams. It was a familiar feeling, yet a constant source of wonder. This was her kingdom, her haven, a space where she could be both vulnerable and powerful, both delicate and fierce.

Melanie poured her soul into each song. 'Dollhouse' was a hauntingly beautiful depiction of a broken family, its melody a melancholic lullaby. 'Sippy Cup' a playful yet sinister exploration of childish rebellion, a whimsical dance with darkness. 'Pity Party' a raw, cathartic release of sorrow, an anthem for the heartbroken.

With each song, she peeled back the layers of her own being, sharing stories of love and loss, of innocence and pain. The audience, hypnotized by her voice, her movements, her words, felt a connection, a kinship with the girl on stage, who dared to be vulnerable, who dared to be different.

The night culminated with 'Soap' a theatrical masterpiece. Melanie, adorned in a shimmering white dress, stood center stage, her voice echoing through the venue. As she sang, the stage transformed into a tableau of emotions, reflecting the tumultuous journey of a woman grappling with love, betrayal, and ultimately, self-discovery.

As the final notes faded, the crowd erupted in a thunderous applause. Melanie, bathed in the spotlight, looked out at the faces, brimming with awe and admiration. She had shared her heart, her soul, and in return, she had received a wave of love and acceptance.

She knew, as she took a final bow, that this was more than just a concert. This was a shared experience, a moment of connection between an artist and her audience, a testament to the power of vulnerability and the beauty of shared stories.

For Melanie Martinez, the stage wasn't just a platform, it was a mirror, reflecting the complexities of human emotions, the darkness and the light, the pain and the joy. And as she left the stage, she knew, with a certainty that warmed her soul, that the stories would continue, both on stage and off, echoing through the lives of those who had dared to listen.

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I wrote this story like a month ago so I don't really know what what it's about. Like I wrote all these stories a long time ago and I'm just now posting them cuz I forgot to post them but now they're posted. So get to reading!!

[faenvy]

intro post 𓋼 𓍊

༄ hi, i’m lyra!

༄ 18 year old fairy

༄ sagittarius sun, pisces moon, aquarius rising

༄ i’m in the tcc, my favorite cases are columbine, jodi arias and sandy hook.

༄ tw ed!!

༄ diagnosed with bipolar type I

༄ infj 4w5 melancholic

༄ my favorite musicians are björk, grimes and melanie martinez.

༄ “….I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.”

ᝰ 🧩🧚🏻