#Mod Soprano

[godtiers-for-real-justice]

that was meant for the hope mod :3 that one smiles more :3

ZOH ZYEAH ZLEMME ZLOOK ZTHAT ZONE ZUP

[planetarium-datesss]

Mod Soprano ✧˖*°࿐

She/Her

I'm the one that's gonna be writing the most angst lmao

My writing blog is @lokis-laugh! My blog rules are more detailed here and my kink list is also listed here on my blog!

Fandoms:

Obey Me! Shall We Date? (No nightbringer!)

Ikemen Vampire

Ikemen Revolution

Twisted Wonderland

More to be added

Whitelist:

Fluff/sfw

Smut/nsfw

Suggestive

Angst with/without comfort(I will write for heavy topics)

Comfort

All gender identities

Any variation of queer/lgbtq+ Mc or S/o

Neurodivergent Mc or S/o

I don't really have a character limit I just write for requested characters and others I think would fit the ask

I do allow mixing fandoms in requests but I won't write for the entire group of either for said request

bdsm/sub-dom, both nsfw and sfw

All characters are aged up to 18+ except for literal children (Luke Ortho, etc.)

Blacklist:

Pedophilia

Incest (includes demon brothers)

Yandere

DDLG/variations

No bathroom kinks!

Character Blacklist:

Luke (Obey me)(Only platonic requests)

Ortho(Twisted wonderland)(Only platonic requests)

Oliver(Ikemen Revolution)(NSFW requests for adult Oliver ONLY)

[classicslesbianopinions]

tony soprano in therapy voice: it's like. uh. uh. those greek guys. in the--the play.

tony soprano's therapist voice: what play

tony soprano in therapy voice: that play meadow dragged me to. her roommate was in it. or, wait. it might've been three plays. i don't remember. lots of intermissions, though. anyway, i thought it was going to be boring. turns out, those greek guys were onto something. how 'bout that?

tony soprano's therapist voice: how about that.

tony soprano in therapy voice: anyway. there was all this killing. everyone killing each other. and this--this family, they were all caught up in it. the dad killed his kid, his wife killed him, and then the other kids went and killed the wife. and then in the third play, do you know what happened?

tony soprano's therapist voice: what happened?

tony soprano in therapy voice: they had a fuckin court case about it! there's these--these--i don't remember what they were called. these women, okay? scary fuckin women. and they were running after one of the kids, you know? one of the ones who killed the wife. and he kept running, and then this goddess shows up and they start having a fuckin court case! i don't know. really makes you think, doesn't it?

i want to sit tony soprano down in front of the oresteia and see what happens. i'm not sure it would fix him but it would do something.

[glados-kisser]

okay im warriorsposting JUST a little.

I'm in a discord warriors RP group, and I run two characters right now (Embergaze and Maggotscorn). Since Ember's joined the group, I've had a few things planned for them.

1) I've known Ember is transmasc since they joined at age 4. 2) I've known Ember was going to try and find their mother Ember's mom abandoned them on the outskirts of clan territory when they were pretty young (semi-complex story behind it? their mom was 100% in the wrong, but it was...complicated.), and told them that she was going to come back for them soon. Ember is - god i love them - they are incredibly gullible, and a little stupid. They also tend to deal with issues they're experiencing by entirely denying them. This meant that up until VERY recently, they would still talk about their mom coming back all the time - they'd mention to their friends how they were gonna miss em when their mom came to get them, but maybe they could all come with? Or maybe their mom would be willing to join the clan. As Ember grew up though (sometime into their early warriorhood specifically?), they stopped talking about their mom as much. Very specifically, they didn't want to think about it anymore, because it was becoming clear that their mom wasn't coming back for them. Ember had been thinking of going and finding their mom for...awhile? But then their childhood crush / best friend got pregnant, and asked them to be her mate (the cat she'd had a tryst with wasn't someone she'd wanted to be with long-term). Ember agreed, and ended up parenting the kits - which they were glad to do! Being a parent is honestly something they'd wanted to be for a long time, and even though it was early (the pair of them had JUST become warriors - think of this as a married-with-child-just-after-graduating-highschool kind of situation - BAD.), they were VERY happy to have kits. UNFORTUNATELY at about this time, the leader saddled her with an apprentice too! So suddenly Ember was not only a parent, they were a fuckin mentor too. The pressure this carried with was! a lot! Ember did ... hmm. well! they trained their apprentice, and were able to pick up some of the slack with the kits. Unfortunately, their mate (Daffodilcatcher) is! a girlboss <3 She rejects one of the kits, and begins offering the other kit complexes right off the bat - Ember doesn't notice this much (and when they do, they try not to see it - they're a coward, and avoidant. Instead of protecting their kits, they tried to play damage control and favored the rejected kit).

Now, at the time of writing this, winter's come into full-swing and there's already been a death in the clan, with more cats falling ill now. The last two leafbares Ember's been in the clan for have been ass - the first one, ember got sick !! the second one, one of ember's closest friends got sick and subsequently died (as well as another cat ember didn't know well, but who was VERY important to a sort of father / big brother figure to ember, Shrikefrost - this lead shrike and ember to have a miscommunicative falling out, nixing him from the list of people they'd talk to).

So, with leafbare starting strong with a death, and Ember's apprentice graduated, and both their kids into their apprenticeship, they...decided they needed to go. They gotta get OUTTA here. So they do! They, like the coward they are, wait until the very last second to tell their family, telling each of their kits (and finally their mate) in turn only minutes before they planned on leaving the clan.

In their eyes, it was easier to wait until this moment, because if they said anything sooner, they would have to sit with the discomfort of their family not wanting them to go - being angry or disappointed. So if they just...bypassed that? That'd be perfect, as far as they were concerned.

So! Ember has now followed in the family tradition of abandoning their kids! What next? I spoke with the mods of the server, and got the go-ahead for some REALLY fucking interesting plots, which I won't detail here yet, but that are incredibly exciting to me. Ember is looking for their mom, and if/when they get back to the clan, they'll have officially transed their gender (dumb motherfucker . has been out here with she/her for TWO YEARS. every time i think something will show them that actually they aren't a girl, they've! missed it. they've just fucking missed it lmfao. i love playing a dumbass but playing a trans dumbass has KILLED me . legit they are the reason i brought maggotscorn in at 6 months so i could already have them all fuckin pronouned up.)!

Anyway. that's. what's going on in my wc rp that i've been thinking about SO much in my head :)

[thedurvin]

Why do so many Batman adaptations of the past few decades focus so heavily on Carmine Falcone and/or Sal Maroni. Are people really watching things set in Gotham City hoping to hear more about the completely mundane Italian-American crime families???

“But I want to make a grounded crime drama without letting weirdo personalities overwhelm the story” well then why the fuck are you setting it in the craziest city in one of the widest craziest universes. If you want to do a knockoff Godfather Goodfellas Sopranos just fucking DO THAT and stop tying it to the same continuity as the Riddler and Lobo and Gentleman Ghost and Doom Patrol and Dogwelder and Mod Gorilla Boss and that tank that’s possessed by the ghost of a Confederate general and that sentient planet that is a superhero. In comics continuity, organized crime turned out to be a cult as a front for Darkseid, Overlord of Planet Apokolips, to invade Earth. That’s the mafia story I want to see from a Sopranos knockoff set in Gotham City.

[octopus-soprano]

About Me (BSD OC!)

Name: Lumière Pendragon

Ability: Conductor’s Urge - As a singer, she prayed to be able to grow another arm to conduct the other singing parts. She quite literally did so, and now has tentacles appearing whenever she feels a strong emotion. (Wow, kinda directed to how angry she gets when altos mess up.)

Relations: Isaac Pendragon (Father)

Height: 4’11 (149 cm)

Age: “Eleven to fourteen. You guess which age is correct.”

Work: Erika’s School for Aspiring Singers

Sexuality: Lesbian

Likes: Solos, makeup, cats, hugs, her father.

Dislikes: Altos, boys, band kids, Gojo from JJK.

Rules:

NO NSFW! mod is a minor and like superrr asexual (LUMIÈRE IS ALSO A LITTLE GIRL)

racism and homophobia is a big no no!!

literally no flirting with her

Mod Info:

hey heyyyy!!! it’s @w3apon0fchoice :) yes, lumière is based off of me. i am a soprano and i do wish for another arm. for me i have school from 7:30 to 3:05 edt (think like nyc except im hella southern) and then i have theatre at 4:30 to 6:30 pm edt. i MIGHT text during theatre but its not likely. anywayzzz dms are always open and i’d love to rp with you guys!! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

TAGS: @paintedgrilledcheese

[prolibytherium]

Reddit fandoms trend towards being extremely stuck on character morality issues and will often disregard any degree of nuance in favor of labelling any bad person a sociopath incapable of human emotion. Reddit fandoms are often neutral-leaning-hostile towards 'shipping', and are often disinterested in melodrama and emotional nuances of their media to the point of outright denying or lamenting its existence. Reddit fandoms tend to be heavily dogmatic about canon as a concept and hostile towards interpretations of the source material that are anything less than explicitly spelled out as canonical, (with some exceptions for widely held pet fan theories)

Tumblr fandoms are less hung up on morality (outside of certain circumstances like when it can be used to label a blogging rival problematic, or when a character is a woman) and more willing to embrace nuance and grey morality, often to absurd ends where the worst guy on the planet is considered a soaking wet little kitten born in a cardboard box all alone. Tumblr fans will watch literally ANYTHING and interpret it as a romantic psychological drama-tragedy about queer suffering and yearning etc. Tumblr fans tend to be primarily interested in a version of their media that exists only in their own head, often to the point of being borderline unrecognizable as the source material.

tumblr fandoms and reddit fandoms are different in many ways but they share a commonality in many people having a dominating and singular focus on one very small aspect of the show (on tumblr it's almost invariably a ship, reddit tends to get more creative but is still often very obnoxious)

[dankxsinatra]

mods are asleep post tiny ass sopranos pistol

[ath3nasgard3n]

Know What I Want - Johnson x Fem!OC (Part 1)

Summary: None of the pinups Johnson loved ever loved him back. So when the bombastic and unapologetically cocky lead singer of the Bang-A-Rang's most popular jazz troupe, whose stage act is just as raunchy and ten times more explosive than that of the pinups, relentlessly pursues him, he has his reasons to be cautious. Little does he know that genuine love and a touch of insecurity lies beneath the singer's tantalizing surface.

Overview: Fem jazz singer OC, slight angst, mainly just worldbuilding in this first part, shameless self-insert, OC has a gay best friend, etc etc.

Word count: 1876

Notes: HIIIII I haven't published any fanfics since I was like 11 so I apologise if this is shite. I really wanted to flesh out the world that this character lives in so this first part is just a lot of that - I'm currently working on a part 2 that explores the depths of her relationship with Johnson a bit more. Hope you lot enjoy this!! xx

Diana Porter walked into the stuffy and crowded Bang-A-Rang, the Brawlers’ unofficial headquarters, at 5 o’clock sharp on a chilly Saturday evening. The biting cold of the winter’s nights was still clearly lingering, despite the sprouting roses and sudden cases of hay fever, as Diana rushed to get into the front door and shield herself from the cold. The loud music and abrasive wall of assorted voices and beer glasses slamming down on tables filled the air as her eyes adjusted to the usual harsh, bright-coloured lighting of the Bang-A-Rang. Smoothing her black mini dress down, she made a beeline to the front bar, the heels of her black Mary Janes hitting the hardwood floors with conviction.

“A Cosmopolitan, please.” She pulled a $10 bill out of her gold clutch, drumming her long crimson nails on the mahogany countertop. All she knew about tonight was that Moonlight Serenade were on at 7, the Bang-A-Rang’s booker had pulled some rocker outfit who were expected to be on at 8:30, and the Reveries were on at 10. Must be closing early for whatever reason, Diana thought to herself as the bartender handed her the pink glass filled to the brim with her favourite vice. Maybe they also secretly hate us for sandwiching some explosive rock gig between two jazz groups, she then thought. She held her glass up to her berry-stained lips before she heard a slick Cockney accent from behind her.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Lady Di herself,” Diana turned her head to reveal a scruffy black cat brandishing a fedora, a black tuxedo vest, and a uniquely thick pair of hipster frames that belonged to none other than Sonny Gordon, the Reveries’ double bassist. “When’d you get here?”

“Just now, Mr. Rollins,” they both chuckled as she gave his hand a firm shake, “How have you been?”

“Not too bad, just trying to make sure everyone’s sorted for tonight, you know?” He said gruffly to her as she nodded at him in understanding, remembering last week’s gig when their drummer, after drinking several double whiskeys two hours before the band’s set, decided to join a couple of the Phoenixes up the river without telling anyone. Sonny took a sip of his beer, his eyes briefly scanning the Bang-A-Rang to see if any of the other guys turned up before looking back at her, silently wishing for a change of subject.

“Well, give us a twirl, then!” he quipped as he took her hand and held it above her head. She threw her head back and laughed, doing a quick spin. “Going for a proper 60s mod look tonight, eh?”

“I was thinking Sabrina the Teenage Witch crossed with Carmella Soprano.” She responded.

“Yeah, no, that explains the tights. And the coat.”

The two turned back to face the bar and sip their drinks in a brief moment of silence, admiring the red backlights and assorted bottles of liquor. Checking her manicure for any chips before once again observing tonight’s Bang-A-Rang crowd, Diana piped back up. 

“Gawd, how are there so many Brawlers here already? Moonlight’s barely even set up yet.” The redhead gestured towards the sparse-looking centre stage, littered with a few amps and cords that were yet to be plugged into anything. Sonny turned back to Diana, looking scorned and a bit sheepish as he pulled a packet of Newports and a Zippo lighter out from his back pocket.

“Cop night.”

“Fark, now?” Diana whipped her head back around to him, gritting her teeth slightly, “Wasn’t that meant to be months ago?”

“‘Problems with funding’, Joel called it. As in, Matty fucked up because that puppy-eyed boy of his started freezing right up when some new copper pulled them over and a couple blokes from the state force got involved.”

“No way!”

“Yup. Had to wait for whatever legal bullshit to blow over before the Brawlers could host their little shindig,” Sonny explained as he brought a cigarette up to his lips and lit it.

“Wow, when’d all that happen? Johnson never said anything to me about all that…”

“Maybe a couple months ago?” Sonny took a drag from his cigarette. “You gotta stop hangin’ round with that one, you know.”

“You only say that because he scares you.”

“Hey, just because the man’s a doberman personified doesn’t mean I can’t criticise him otherwise.” Sonny frowned, his voice hushed. “He’s always away, Di. It’d kill ya.”

“Sound observation, Mum.” Diana joked and took the cigarette from Sonny’s fingers, flashing him a cheeky smile before bringing it up to her lips. She blew the smoke towards the front door. “What’s it to you anyway? It’s not like I got my panties all in a twist when the Les Paul guy left you behind exactly like I told you he would.”

Sonny finished his pint. “I suppose you’re right. It’s always those fucking guitarists, I tell you.”

“Ay, not Louis! He’s alright.”

“Yeah, righto. A gentleman and a scholar, Louis.” Sonny looked off somewhere behind Diana, with her eyes following his tracks to find the Reveries’ guitarist stood by the other end of the bar, toying with a pinup’s tassels and leering like nothing she had ever seen. She scoffed before the two Reveries broke out into giggles and facepalms. The fervour died down slightly. Diana let out a momentous sigh, looking off into nowhere in particular.

“Ah, fuck, I’m really gonna have to play it up for these cops tonight, huh?”

“I dunno? Just do what you usually do and then get the hell out of here.” Sonny caught the bartender’s attention, tapping his thick silver rings on the side of the pint glass with a quick ‘thanks, mate’ before getting a refill. “Unless, of course, you plan on seeing Johnson again.” His flowery emphasis on Johnson’s name earned an eye-roll from Diana before she spotted Louis once again from across the bar, gesturing for her and Sonny to come backstage. She nodded to him before grabbing her drink and turning back to Sonny.

“That’s enough from you, you East End prick. Grab your pint, from the looks of it we’re having a band meeting.”

“Yessir, Major Larrikin!” Sonny stiffened himself up like a soldier, to which the redhead scoffed at him and grabbed his arm to lead him to the back of the Bang-A-Rang.

Wafting through hordes of broad men in denim Brawlers’ jackets and tiny pinups done up to the nines, Diana held her Cosmopolitan up high and her head up higher, tossing her hair back and pulling her leopard-print fur coat further over her shoulder. She and Sonny eventually made their way through the rest of the crowd towards the back door, before Diana spotted Johnson at the Phoenix’s usual corner table, alone. His tall frame was laid out across the booth, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his usual cigarette in the other. Typically being the quiet, stoic backbone of the Phoenixes, there had been a recent shift in the tall brunette’s demeanour. Something almost imperceptible unless one knew what to look for, which Diana always did with him. 

Diana tapped Sonny on his shoulder and nodded over to Johnson with a quick ‘I’ll be there in five’, receiving an eye roll and a disgruntled ‘alright, then’ before he and Louis swung the back doors open. As they disappeared through the corridor, she smoothed her dress down and flicked some of her maroon locks back to the front of her head, turning back around and making her way towards Johnson’s table. When Johnson spotted Diana, she smiled at him sweetly before she sauntered over, retaining her confidence and usual brazenness as she sat down next to him in his booth, crossing one firetruck-red leg over the other.

“Hey there, doe eyes.”

Johnson took a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes locked onto Diana’s with a newfound intensity. He leaned back, placing his glass down onto the table and nodding towards her, the corners of his mouth twitching up slightly.

“Diana.”

Johnson's gaze flickered to hers, then to the floor, a slight flush creeping up his neck. He does not return her smile, nor does he comment on her overt flirtation. Instead, he dragged on his cigarette, the ember glowing as he inhaled deeply. His eyes darted back at her before his hand moved, gesturing to the chair across from him.

Diana looked back at Johnson, her expression clouded with confusion before she realised he was gesturing for her to sit across from him, not next to him. She closed her eyes and scoffed at him, clearly offended as she stood up and turned on a black heel to face him.

“The boys and I go on at 10.” Diana’s eyes shot daggers through Johnson’s. His gaze was languid, but not wholly uninterested. “Will you still be around by then?”

“Should be.” Johnson kept his cigarette pursed in between his lips as he spoke, inhaling deeply before taking it in between his fingers. “Matty’ll come around later.”

Diana hummed at his response. Her gaze was thick with bitterness and, ultimately, confusion, boring into Johnson’s unyielding expression. She let out another sigh, turning back around and making her way to the back doors, not wanting to expose herself to Johnson’s callousness again that night.

She had a show to put on, and if ignoring her second favourite vice would demonstrate her showmanship and dedication to her craft, then so be it.

-

By the time the clock hit 10, the Bang-A-Rang was teeming with deep blue uniforms and glittery dancers. The stench of booze and sweat clung to the hot air in the room as the Reveries took to the stage, warming up with a slow, bluesy rendition of “They Can’t Take That Away From Me”. Diana shed her leopard-print coat after the band’s first number, earning a few cheers and whistles from the crowd. Around half an hour into the set, somewhere in between “Too Darn Hot” and “I Wanna Be Loved By You”, she lowered herself down onto the edge of the stage in front of a table full of cops. Microphone in hand and four drinks deep, she slid a red polyester-clad leg right across the lap of a cop, taking his hat off the top of his head and placing it on her own before standing back up and flinging the hat over at him. As she brought herself back up onto the centre of the stage, she could’ve sworn she saw a pair of dark eyes piercing through its smokey sweat-soaked surrounds; piercing right through the singer’s sultry and impersonal demeanour. While she kept her image up for the rest of the Reveries’ set, she wondered how a man could act so cold to her and then, upon looking at her do her usual stage-act, immediately exude such intensity, such brooding… passion? Jealousy?

As she wrapped up a boisterous performance of “Blue Skies”, the band’s routine closing number, she pondered as she took her final bows with Sonny by her side. She wondered what Sonny would say to her if she told him all she had been thinking during the second half of their set. “Don’t be daft, Di.”

That’s right. Don’t be daft.

[annegirl13]

Tinker Impossible Wants Challenge

This family is solely responsible for the incredible number of children in this next generation. Not only do they currently have nine children (if you count Melody), but they are also the reason I installed the triplets and quads mod. Yes. Really. And apparently I am far too fond of clicking the random button because you will notice quite a number of twins in this neighborhood this time around.

Currently, Stephen and Wanda have: Melody, Aria, Harmony, Bass, Timpani, Soprano, Tenor, Abby (the redhead and the only adoptee so far), and Rhapsody. Aria and Harmony and Soprano and Tenor are two sets of twins. Abby was adopted when Soprano and Tenor were just babies, right before Rhapsody was born. (I think Wanda panicked a little bit about not making her goal before she became an elder.)

Stephen just became an elder this past round. melody went to college after around two and is currently in her junior year. I’ll do more about her later.

The challenge, by the way, is no longer just to have 10 kids. Whoever inherit the challenge will then have to do an impossible want for their aspiration. We’ll see where this all takes us.

[godtiers-for-real-justice]

ZWELL ZOUTSIDE ZOF ZWHATEVER ZTHE ZFUCK ZIS ZGOING ZON ZIM ZQUESTING ZI ZGUESS. ZI ZDONT ZGET ZWHY ZPEOPLE ZARE ZWORKED ZUP ZOVER ZRADIO ZSILENCE. ZITS ZJUST ZONE ZOMINOUS ZPOST.

[alethiometry]

mon mothma marrying her tradwife-wannabe daughter off to chandrilan aj soprano so that luthen can continue using her shady funds to keep modding out his dinky little cargo ship with shit like LIGHT SABER WINGS is so funny sorry i love the leftist infighting show

[shit-talk-turner]

What are you mods currently watching or reading? Any good series you’d like to rewatch or recommend? Gotta fill this hiatus with something more substantial and entertaining than pregnancy rumours and what Matt does with his time, lol.

lol this mod is reading a book on complex trauma called "what my bones know" that's very interesting and very good! in terms of series, I just finished the true detective series (don't know if I'd rewatch). but I'd rewatch the sopranos and mad men a hundred times. what about you?

[redrockbutch]

The great thing about getting older and dressing more like myself is that the longer time goes on and the more body mods I get, the more people are shocked that I only ever sang 1st Soprano and honestly same I'm shocked I can still sing up there after years of Not Practicing It

[roaring-eeveen-louder]

Guess we forgot to make one of these.

Hi, I'm Pluto, I'm 16 years old. I moved to Alola a few years ago with my mom. I'm the current Alola champ, have been for three-ish years now. On my off time I enjoy riding my Mudsdale Molly around on local trails. I'm not much of a talker, but if you ever want to battle I'd be happy to oblige.

aND HIIII, I'm MARS ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ I'm 14 and I'm a part time Team Skull grunt!!! Meaning I mooostly just visit when I'm not running around with Pluto ;D!!! I'm not much of a battler hehehe I didn't do good on my run of the island challenge (⌒_⌒;) BUT i still love pokemon and i lOVE a good adventure!!!!!!

Hi!! This blog is run by the same person as @aerial-aceing-it! That being me, @oasisofgalaxies!! Mod is an adult but the characters are minors. Absolutely no nsfw or suggestive content here.

My ask box is. always open so feel free to pop in and say hi!

Pluto's Team:

Primarina (Soprano)

Mudsdale (Molly)

Lucario (Waltz)

Vikavolt (Havoc)

Gengar (Mayday)

Charizard✨ (Karma)

Mars' Team:

Mimikyu (Scribble)

Stufful (Zipper)

Shuppet (Sock)

Munna (Sloomp)

Venipede (Scooter)

I love these two dearly and I hope you enjoy their antics as much as I do!!! <333

[iciatheguardess]

*shaking you*

MUSICAL TALENT

-mod kumo

Bro I love music too much

I used to do clarinet

I currently do choir (soprano)

I want to learn piano

I love music