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I got bored and decided to decipher Rodrick Heffley's music taste to close this years-long debate once and for all.

This post will be on the lengthier side, but a TLDR is attached at the end of the post if you want the basic cliff-notes.

Disclaimer: this is a dissection of the film adaptation of Rodrick rather than his source material counterpart. Comparisons to the books are welcome but irrelevant to this analysis.

Soundtrack

During the roller-rink scene in the opening of Rodrick Rules, Rodrick and Bill take over the DJ table to sabotage Greg's moves on Holly. The song they play is "Cut Throat" by the all-female heavy metal band, Kittie. Aside from Löded Diper's music, this is the only song in the series explicitly used to establish Rodrick's music taste.

However, there's many songs off of the Rodrick Rules soundtrack alone that can be reasonably assumed to fit his music profile as well — for example, those used during the party sequence.

I wouldn't doubt if one or two tracks were intended solely as crowd pleasers, but let's not rule out the entire playlist.

In order of appearance, Rodrick's party mix includes: "Heart Heart Heartbreak" by Boys Like Girls, "Electric (feat. Miss Amani)" by The DNC, "Wait Up (Boots of Danger)" by Tokyo Police Club, "Shake" by Bikini Machine, "Move Like This" by Hammerwax, and "Jump In The Line" by Karl Zéro & The Wailers.

There's additionally three other, albeit more subtle, uses of background music to nod toward Rodrick's preferences.

The first instance is during the scene in Rodrick Rules in which Greg confides in Rodrick about his embarrassment from his failed "100 Years Ago" assignment. It's so quiet that it's easy to miss without a keen ear, but "Light Love" by Free Energy plays in the background, mixed to fit in with the ambience of Rodrick's bedroom.

The second is directly before the Löded Diper band rehearsal scene (somebody farted btw), in which Frank pulls into the Heffleys' driveway. "Rock and Roll Slob" by The Boneless Ones can be heard from the garage, once again mixed as part of the ambience.

The third again utilizes The Boneless Ones' discography, and is inserted during the opening sequence of Dog Days at the municipal pool. Rodrick explains it's "time to sell some CDs" for Löded Diper, and turns on his boombox (more on this later), blaring "Miss Fresno."

With the last two points in mind, one can assume the film universe is some twisted version where Löded Diper originally wrote and performed The Boneless Ones' discography (or something closely resembling it).

Band Tees

Rodrick mostly wears seemingly thrifted or upcycled shirts and graphic tees with witty/edgy prints, but there are outliers at times. For example, there's not one, not two, but potentially so much as five moments in Dog Days that he's seen wearing merch from Dead Kennedys, The Who, and Ramones.

While most of his band tees simply include the band's logo or iconography, the latter design takes it a step further by being specific to a particular song title: "Rock 'n' Roll High School" by Ramones.

There's another moment which this may be the case, but it's purely speculative on my end. The Ramones also have a song named "I Don't Care," which is a phrase featured on one of Rodrick's shirts. It's not an explicit reference, but likely a reference nonetheless.

Room Posters

Guns N' Roses, Brutal Truth (Evolution Through Revolution), Stars (The Five Ghosts), Buried Inside (Spoils of Failure), and Decibel are the most notable.

I assume Decibel is in relation to the 70's/80's Italian punk rock band, although I can't find any association between them and this particular artwork. If not connected to them, there's a possibility it may be to the metal magazine of the same name, but I have my doubts.

In this image giving an alternate perspective to Rodrick's room, just off-screen is a Metallica poster, based on the stylization of the ending A. Beside it is a Hanson Brothers poster, which was later replaced in Rodrick Rules with a duplicate of the Stars poster for some reason.

Among his collage of Löded Diper flyers, there's Danny Echo posters as well as Denounce and Billy Talent stickers receiving the Hidden Mickey treatment (also a cameo from the iconic cheeseburger phone on the table).

Of course, there are many other pieces of memorabilia scattered across Rodrick's room, but several of them are blurry from the camera's depth of field or are seen at angles which make them difficult to read or for reverse image sites to identify. So for now, this is the best possible analysis of Rodrick's room in regards to music.

Miscellaneous

An easy-to-miss detail lies in the infamous Löded Diper van. Within the final few moments of Rodrick Rules as Rodrick drops Greg off at school (01:31:52), there's a semi-clear shot of the van's dashboard. On it are a set of stickers, including one referencing Huevos Rancheros, an instrumental rock-and-roll group from Canada.

In Dog Days, Rodrick brings a personal boombox with him to the municipal pool. Along the top is a large sticker for Street Machine, a Czech hardcore/metal band.

Cut Content

In the second studio draft of Diary of a Wimpy Kid, on page 23, scene 43, more of Rodrick's favorite artists are revealed.

The nature of this may be written off as not canon, as it was added into the script while it was still a work in progress and the posters themselves didn't make it into the final product.

What sells it to me as remaining "silent" canon though is that TOOL and Slipknot are often lumped together with Kittie (previously mentioned) as they share an overlapping fanbase. This was more prevalent during the early 2000's within the mall goth subculture, but it's remained fairly consistent for other variants of metalheads over the years too.

TLDR

To recap, the various genres across all of the bands Rodrick is canonically into include indie rock, pop rock, punk rock, hardcore punk, hard rock, industrial, thrash metal, heavy metal, nu metal, death metal, sludge metal, and grindcore.

His musical preferences are punk, rock, and metal-centric but quite broad and inclusive of countries of origin and lesser-known underground artists (some don't break even 100 monthly listeners on Spotify). This leaves the door open for endless possibilities in terms of headcanons.

He's not emo despite popular fan belief, but I still think there's a chance some of his musical leanings could cross over with bands considered emo adjacent for their presence in the community. August Burns Red and The Devil Wears Prada come to mind with his music taste accounted for, but that's just my headcanon.

EDIT: 9/9/24

I've since made two Spotify playlists from my findings: one being what I imagine would be Rodrick's regular rotation, and the other being an extension of his party mix. I feel I've channeled him well, since a lot of his music taste is basically mine circa 2008/2009.

If you've read this far, thank you so much for your patience, and I appreciate any and all interactions left on this post. Happy listening!! <333

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Prongsfoot week 2024

DAY 1 - Last Year Participant: What are the first 5 things that pop to mind when you think about Prongsfoot?

1. They finish each other’s sentences. It’s very annoying for everyone else around them. They also keep repeating the same inside jokes and can’t stop laughing at them, which makes others roll their eyes at them but smile a little. They may be arrogant little shits, but they’re so witty with their wordplay. They probably come up with certain phrases and slang that become popular among their peers.

2. They're constantly looking at each other. Sirius has a tendency to glance at James when he doesn’t notice. He steals little moments to see him change his shirt, or yawn when he’s tired and ruffles his hair, or move his glasses higher up his nose when he’s focused on reading.

When James watches Sirius, it’s not very subtle. He stops what he’s doing and just stares. Sirius always notices but pretends he doesn’t. Instead, he makes sure his shirt rises just a bit when he stretches his body in the morning. He remains motionless on the Common Room sofa when he feels James’s eyes on him and reads the same page over and over again before realising he should probably turn the page eventually so he’s not too obvious himself.

When they’re lying next to each other in bed after a long discussion, Sirius’s gaze slips to James’s lips, lingering there before looking him in the eyes again. James has stopped talking and stares back at him. At his lips. Eyes. Lips. Eyes. It’s a game to them. Who will kiss first? (James.)

3. They’re physically close. James likes to play with a strand of Sirius’s hair when he’s thinking of a solution to a problem, and Sirius allows him to do it. Only James. No one else would even dare to try that. In class Sirius points at his notes where he has written James a little message on the side, and James automatically leans in to write his response, and their shoulders and knees are touching. Neither has a problem with this.

Sometimes they fall asleep together and wake up in a spooning position. They pretend to remain asleep a moment longer because it feels good and a little bit warm and fuzzy inside. It’s only when the one who’s the big spoon becomes a little too excited that it’s time to "sleepily" turn away. That is until one morning, they don’t but keep egging each other on until they’re dry humping.

4. James’s birthday gifts to Sirius tend to be a bit over the top because he wants to put a smile on Sirius’s face – and normally succeeds in it. Sirius gives James something useful, but usually it comes with Sirius’s own magical improvements if necessary. Both put a lot of thought and effort to their gifts.

5. James’s wand works well for Sirius and vice versa. They deliberately switch wands every once in a while so their wands regocnise the other user as well as the original. They think training their wands to become used to two people will give them an advantage in the war. It’s a way for their magic to work together seamlessly, and spells and hexes and curses to become stronger when they cast them at the same time.

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Name your favorite characters and why in absurd detail (if you want, or just name them)

Well, you asked for DETAILS, so have a sort of chatacter analysis/hot mess of ramblings for #1. This has a good amount of personal headcanons that I've built up and it's not 100% based on canonical facts. Also I HAVE only played 0, Kiwami 1 and Kiwami 2 (Majima saga is in progress) so I don't have all the facts. I AM NOT GOOD AT CHARACTER ANALYSIS, be warned. Also ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

1) Majima Goro! I find his truly kind nature masked by his 'Mad Dog' persona very fascinating and sad at the same time. The way he incorporated elements of Nishitani and Sagawa into that persona is interesting and telling of how much of an impact those two had in him deciding his path.

I'm entranced by his use kansai-ben (my beloved) and his playful tone of voice contrasted with the, at times, more serious voice that sends me right back to 1988. The way he switches from an almost mockingly polite speech style to his Kansai dialect in his introduction scene in 0 instantly made me curious about his true nature and backstory.

I think his way of showing off his tattoos by not wearing a shirt so civilians don't get involved with him (that's how I interpret it) is tragic and it's obvious his past has left him with deep scars and a fear of the people he cares about being hurt. He'd rather be alone than build bonds and then potentially lose more people.

The way he still loves Makoto deeply in Kiwami 2 after all these years, and how he sings about truly not wanting her to forget him, but regardless "not minding" it if she forgets him as long as she's happy, hurts me in a whole new way. The way he sings/screams those "I DON'T MIND"s as though he's desperately trying to make himself believe what he's saying, rather than directing those phrases at Makoto in his mind, breaks my heart.

His pretty much absent fear of death sends chills down my spine and makes me wanna cry because he was already saying he's been ready to die for a long time in a flashback from BEFORE he events of Yakuza 0. I dread possibly finding out more about his past.

He's witty and charming and his confidence draws me in. He dresses how he does and meets Kiryu as Goromi and pole dances for him as well with no problems, and all in all just doesn't care what people think of him. I know it's probably because of something tragic like him having given up on life so "might as well go out with a bang", but I want to believe he feels at least somewhat liberated when he does all that.

I'm obsessed with how he wants to witness Kiryu's journey down the path he could never follow himself. And he seems to genuinely want to support Kiryu's decision to follow his own principles. Their first conversation in Kiwami tickled my brain because in that moment he seems to "lock it in" that he'll place his trust in Kiryu's unwavering will to make his own path and wants to witness it. He wants to see if it would have been possible for himself as well, had the circumstances been different. Is it truly possible to stick to such "soft" values in the cruel world of the Yakuza?

When he saw Kiryu coming back after his decade in prison, he whipped him right back into shape because he wanted to keep witnessing Kiryu's journey and also keep Kiryu's principles alive by keeping Kiryu himself alive. Because he himself wouldn't be able to live by those values, he's in way too deep, he has a reputation to uphold. So when his brother returns to kill him (if he will try to kill him, Majima himself seems to think so), it'll be an achievement worth letting Saejima back in the family. Killing a legend and all that.

Majima seems to feel like he can let Kiryu in a tad more than others. Even if it's just fighting against or beside him and openly enjoying those interactions. Probably because he knows Kiryu can handle himself in a fight and he's near indestructible physically and mentally. Kiryu is, in a way, his equal when it comes to dealing with it when shit hits the fan. He's definitely at least fond of Kiryu imo, with him giving in very easily when Kiryu asks him to help the Tojo clan survive in Kiwami 2. And also with how uncomfortable he got when Kiryu bowed his head when he was asking Majima for help.

Majima also highly values the promises he makes; he fought those invading Sengoku thugs until he was battered and bleeding and barely able to stand because he promised Kiryu he'd be there to help. Weird move from a man who seems hell-bent on pretending not to care about anyone or anything besides his own interests, hmmm? He gave his word and he KEPT it. Because he doesn't make empty promises.

I love watching him when he's "on a break" during the Majima Everywhere storyline. It truly solidified the fact that the 'Mad Dog' is a mask for me. He's all hyper and "crazy" when others are around and he really lays it on thick, but on break? He's contemplative. He looks almost sad at times. He lets the mask drop for a second. The fact that he lets Kiryu see that instead of immediately masking back up is a whole other can of worms. Point is, the Majima from before is still there, underneath it all.

The way he thinks back on his time in Sotenbori is interesting. There's definitely trauma and anger in there, but the way he wonders about how his team is doing nowadays almost wistfully makes me happy. He had SOME light to hold on to in those dark times. He truly did care for his team and was fond of them. Also... him saying it wasn't in his nature to make a living using women like that made my respect for him soar. He truly respected everyone in his team, including the hostesses.

Also, just... ugh. The Doll Girl substory. The DAMN DOLL GIRL SUB STORY. I- THAT- 😭😭😭😭 O UG H

TL;DR: Majima because he's everything to me and he makes me experience thought spirals beyond anything I've went through before. He's tragic, he's fun, he's silly, he's hot, he's confident, he's strong, he's interesting he's kind and he's just... Majima.

2) Kiryu because he's sweet and wonderful and makes me weep and I wish he'd take better care of himself and I wanna hug him and give him soup and bring all his loved ones back to life. Please let this man catch a break.

3) Nishitani because he makes me feral and I want him carnally

4) Dojima Yayoi because... I mean... DAMN. She's fierce and extremely loyal, she handled herself extremely well in an environment that was probably rife with people who questioned her ability to lead. I'd bet my left boob she faced a lot of misogyny (direct and/or indirect) during her time as a chairwoman. But she kept going, head held high, with conviction and pride. Simply incredible.

5) Haruka is a sweet angel and I wanna protect her and I hope she will be happy forever. She stayed strong and still has faith in people even after seeing all the horrors of Kiwami 1. She's so resilient and brilliant.

[delicioussshame]

Now, have this porny fic set in the AU where TLJ is a supervillain. Warning: I literally just finished writing this and I haven't even reread it.

“This is not happening.”

“You lost the bet fair and square, didn’t you?”

“Nothing you do is fair and square!”

“Did anyone, any single person, notice the subterfuge?”

“Yes! Me!”

Tianlang-Jun gives him the disapproving look that response apparently demanded.

It is not Shen Yuan’s fault that people are idiots! They should have noticed that Shen Yuan would never ever have thought about wasting his time on an annoyingly long article proclaiming Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai’s influence on modern harem novel heroines. He would never shame himself in that way! The ladies deserved so much better!

But no, apparently, not even Binghe noticed that the travesty that was published under his name was written not by Shen Yuan but by his coworker, eternal enemy and possibly-maybe-sort-of partner, Tianlang-Jun. Shen Yuan’s heart is broken, shattered into pieces. His genius, his beautiful prose, his witty turns of phrase, all of that amateurishly imitated by Tianlang-Jun just to ruin Shen Yuan’s bibliography, and no one questioned it. To hear all of them, this was just something Shen Yuan would write.

Shen Yuan hates all his colleagues and students. They are 100% to blame for his current predicament. “We’re at work! We could both get fired!”

“Office hours are long over. No one is going to come knocking this late.”

“That doesn’t mean there is no one right next door!”

“You’ll just have to stay quiet then, won’t you?”

“Right, put this all on m-“

Of course Tianlang-Jun is going to shut him up with his tongue. He doesn’t have what it takes to debate Shen Yuan on an even playing field! If he would just let him talk, Shen Yuan would skin him alive.

Sadly, Tianlang-Jun does not know what playing fair even mean. It probably never crossed his mind to let Shen Yuan talk himself out of this ridiculous situation he’s trapped in, and out of the man’s hold, when he can just not let him speak and do whatever he wants on the egregious basis that Shen Yuan did kinda agree to let him do it if he managed to fool anyone with his attempt at mimicking him. Which he did, because again, people are idiots.

Also Tianlang-Jun is a supervillain and has no shame nor morals.

At least he thoughtfully cleared his desk before bending Shen Yuan over it. The last thing they need is students’ papers hopelessly stained.

He is not anywhere near as careful with Shen Yuan’s clothes. Goodbye nice shirt, you will be missed. “Hey! I need to be decent after!”

“I bought you a chance of clothes.”

Shen Yuan snarls. Like he has not noticed Tianlang-Jun’s tendency to repopulate his wardrobe as he wishes. Shen Yuan will not be wearing those slutty waistcoats to work.

But the shirts are nice. Damned old money.

His pants and underwear also follow the way of his shirt, until Shen Yuan is naked, spread over a desk and utterly embarrassed.

Tianlang-Jun, of course, feels not one sliver of embarrassment. “I don’t suppose I could convince you to relocate to my desk permanently? My own office hours would be so much more delightful.”

Shen Yuan glares. “You could also work elsewhere. Maybe you’d enjoy that more.”

“And be separated from you? How could I?”

The thing is, even if Shen Yuan cannot see him, he knows Tianlang-Jun means it. He knows his expression has turned soft. Even if he couldn’t feel it in the way the hands caressing his back turned tender, he would still know his smile did the same.

And because he knows, he doesn’t say anything more and lets Tianlang-Jun live his fantasy of fucking Shen Yuan over his desk, right here at the university they both work at, because “if we get caught you are obligated to bankroll me for the rest of my life.”

A gentle kiss over his nape even as less gentle fingers find their way inside him. “It would be my honor and privilege.”

Shen Yuan blushes. That asshole, again with saying things like that and meaning it! What is he supposed to do with that! He doesn’t know which is worst : being unable to respond out of embarrassment or because of the rising pleasure of the fingers teasing him open stealing his breath.

Tianlang-Jun’s other hand forces itself under Shen Yuan’s, finds Shen Yuan’s somewhat interested cock and decides to make sure it is completely on board.

Shen Yuan shivers and bites his lips. Quiet. The main goal here is to remain quiet. For all he knows, Shang Qinghua is right next door with an ear against the wall, eager for any inspiration for his next chapter. Shen Yuan knows he needs it. He can’t be making a sound, can’t be heard, can’t pant too loudly or let out one of those moans Tianlang-Jun always delights in tearing out of him.

Teeth pressing gently against the lobe of his ear. “Ready, darling?”

Is he? Is anyone ever ready to take that? Shen Yuan knows he’s never been. It always feels like too much, like this will be the time he won’t be able to handle it, and yet, he gets through it each time with tears in his eyelashes, throat raw and mind wiped by bliss.

Low laugh in his ear. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

That having been Shen Yuan instinctively spreading his thighs and pushing back against Tianlang-Jun, hips raised.

He will deny having done any of this on his deathbed.

Shen Yuan tastes blood on his tongue when Tianlang-Jun pulls out his fingers. He knows what comes next, and he must be silent for it.

He tries to focus instead on the push of the side of the desk in his belly, on the feel of expensive wood against his strained erection.

Please let the wood be unstained. He’ll never be able to exist in this room again if he enters and he’s faced by an unexplained spot.

He’s proud of himself for letting out nothing more than a gasp when Tianlang-Jun enters him, slowly, slowly, pushing Shen Yuan harder against the desk in a way that might be uncomfortable if Shen Yuan could spare the neurons to think about anything, anything at all. Alas, it’s too much to ask of him right now.

“Hush, we don’t want anyone to get curious and come looking, don’t we? You’re a spectacle only meant for my eyes.”

Shen Yuan bites down on his tongue harder, but not even the sting can keep him focused. He challenges anyone in his position to do so.

His sweaty hands slide over the polished wood, trying futilely to find purchase, to hold steady despite how his whole body is thrown forward with each overwhelming thrust.

Shen Yuan’s vision is blurry with tears and his mouth hurts with all the sounds he’s holding back by the time he comes, Tianlang-Jun’s cock inside him and the hand cruelly wrapped around him. But by the time Tianlang-Jun himself is done, Shen Yuan is a mindless mess over the desk, aches and pains far away sensations he’s almost blind to.

Shen Yuan trembles as Tianlang-Jun pulls out and the world slowly but surely reasserts itself. “Oh dear, I’m afraid I pushed you a bit too far. Oh well, I’m sure there is no one left at the university. I could probably carry you to the car like this and no one would be the wiser.”

That wakes Shen Yuan up. Carrying Shen Yuan’s naked and spoiled body all over campus seems like something Tianlang-Jun would love to do. “Absolutely not” is what he tries to say, but he ends up sounding more like “Absolty noth.”

Tianlang-Jun pulls out a towel and… a thermos? out of nowhere. “Let’s clean you up first. Can you sit up?”

Shen Yuan seriously does not want to sit up. That does not seem like it will be a pleasant experience.

“Roll over then. I’ll take care of you.”

It is still ridiculous that Shen Yuan trusts a supervillain, well, former supervillain, anywhere near him, and yet, here they both are, despoiling the ancient institution that is the university they are supposed to promote and respect.

Whatever. He’s tired. Tianlang-Jun won’t hurt him. This whole thing is his fault, he can deal with it. Shen Yuan can’t be bothered to do anything. He’s just going to close his eyes tightly shut and erase from his consciousness his current emplacement until they’re back into Tianlang-Jun’s nice house. That shouldn’t take too long.

“You were lovely. Thank you, darling.”

Shen Yuan really, really wants to tell him to stop with his nonsense, but for some reason, probably fatigue, he can’t be bothered. He settles for what Tianlang-Jun will certainly interpret as the slap he intended and not the caress he ended up with.

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

Temporary Fix

IM BACK

I’m making them apologise… well i tried, see for yourself. this is how long my promise to myself lasted not to use any actual 1D song titles *i have alternate titles for all 5 albums figured out, and some for the most famous songs, but i'm weak and temporary fix fits perfectly here, it’s not an actual song of 2ws though, just a chapter title, so i'm not actually going against my own ideals,, technically* 

special thanks to @ziptiesnfries for the chapter idea (and the general idea as well, as always lol)

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Taglist: @ziptiesnfries @fleur-a-whump @lumpofsand @risk606 @lordcatwich

TW: dehumanisation, bruises and scars mention, implied abuse, pet whump (lmk if I forgot something?)

Things have mostly settled back into rhythm. Tension rose every time he encountered the singer or the guitarist in the kitchen or the living room, but the house was big enough for Oliver to keep his distance. Even James steered clear of the other two as much as it was possible. When they reluctantly sat down to rehearse he kept to himself, his usual witty remarks and contagious laughter afterwards drained all the life out of their songs. 

Oliver found it increasingly noticeable as he listened from behind the closed door, the lyrics were meaningless, a mishmash of romantic cliches and syrupy phrases dropped into their laps straight from the soulless assembly line of the writer’s room of their management. 

The boys were undeniably talented musicians, and Oliver believed with all of his soul that if they were given the time and freedom to do so, their own music would still hit the top of every chart. 

He wondered what they would write about if they had the chance. He felt safe to assume they would not feel the need to end at least one line in every song in “girl.” The thought made him smile.

A few moments of silence followed the second to last song on their set list before a new catchy melody filled up the house from the living room, which temporarily served as a makeshift rehearsal room. There were only a couple of weeks left until the tour began.

If the song’s title was “Nobody in particular,” it would have made absolutely no difference to a single line in it. Oliver tried to imagine the mere impression of a person, they cooked up in the writer’s room. The small of your back is soft to place my hands on, the lines of your smile light up the sky, waking up in the old t-shirt I lent you, oh. He looked over at James’ unmade bed, with a stuffed animal that once resembled a bear sticking out from under his pillow. It was covered in one of the drummer’s shirts. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, as the boys got to the chorus of the song again. If it weren’t for the quickly fading scar on his right cheek and the colourful bruises up his arms, he would have felt bad for them.

Even he could come up with lines more meaningful, maybe even poetic. He loved to read, and spent his freetime cuddled up in his bed with books he could get lost in. The one he took to the first concert with was left untouched ever since on the top of the dresser. James looked at it with disgust, even asked Oli if he could throw it out, but he didn’t want to. He would finish it one day. Maybe after his scar had faded.

He leaned back on his pillow and closed his eyes. The volume of the music made it hard to follow the words on the page. He tried to imagine the song was about him, maybe that would help redeem the quality, after all that had to be the audience's contribution. It didn’t help. The power I feel, when I grab you by the leash, oh you, puppy, following my every wish. He rhymed to the chorus with his own twisted, hurtful version, but revelled in his own wit. He pushed away the memories of making up songs and tales for the kids, as he agreed with himself it was way too painful to think about. 

Not long after the music died down, there was a soft knock on the door. He looked up expecting it to open, but nothing happened, maybe he heard it wrong. James never knocks on his own door anyway. 

"Oli, can I come in?" Even muffled, he heard the rasp after hours of rehearsing in the singer's deep voice. He threw his book in the corner and untangled his limbs to slip off the bed in one fluid motion to kneel on the floor. He took a deep breath and tried to will his heart back in its place from his throat. 

"Y-yeah" he stuttered and hoped it was loud enough for Eddie to hear, because he was sure he wouldn't be able to repeat it. 

The door opened and the singer took a cautious step inside. Oliver looked him up and down warily, searching for a sign of danger in Eddie's poisonous green eyes; instead he was met with a sort-of-apologetic half-smile. He awkwardly combed his hand through his hair and cleared his throat before he started speaking.

"We're going out for the afternoon. Would you- Do you maybe want to join us?" 

"Who's coming?" Oliver asked cautiously.

"Just me and Will" the singer answered, averting his gaze. He knew it was wrong. Fuck no. If it was all of them, he would think about it. 

"Sure" he replied instead. 

"Good" Eddie nodded, his awkwardness slowly dissipating. Oliver felt like he was watching a deflated balloon animal take its shape again, as the singer straightened his back and fixed his hair again "We both owe you an apology" That they agreed on, however, he didn't continue, just nodded to himself and turned around "Come on then, puppy"

He got to his feet and followed as quickly as he could. 

Will was waiting at the front door, twirling the red leash Oli had just got, in his hand. He obediently lifted his chin so it was easy to clip on. 

The guitarist checked his phone before opening the front door.

"The car should be here any moment, we can go" 

They got out of the car in an alleyway and entered the music shop. It was well past closing time, only the owner was present besides them. It was a nice change of pace from constantly being swarmed by fans whenever they left the house.

The shop owner was a man was well in his fifties, tall, with a long beard, and as much as Oliver could follow the conversation he had been the one that sold both Will and Eddie’s first guitars. This happened way before the band was put together as a group to compete in the show that later got them where they are now.

The store was spacious, all kinds of instruments covered the walls, some Oliver didn’t even recognise. He was directed to sit on a pillow by the counter while the guys browsed. They seemed relaxed, eventually getting comfortable enough to hold hands. The pet frowned. To him it was clear how much of their tension that resulted in fights and eventually him getting hurt would be resolved if their contracts didn’t exist. The band, as an entity, never really existed,  they should have been a group of hired actors, for it to work on the long run, it was clear as day even to him. 

Oliver realised with horror just how bad he felt for all of them. It was wrong, so so wrong. Both the fact that he felt bad for the people, who were meant to rescue him and the predicament they had years long contracts forcing them to stay in.

“We should get going, thanks again” Will passed the bag of whatever they bought to Eddie and grabbed Oli’s leash. They expected the car to wait for them right outside. The chauffeur was nowhere to be seen.

“Where the fuck is he?”

“Maybe he parked somewhere else to wait” the guitarist shrugged and pulled Oliver with himself from the backdoor of the shop to the pavement to look around the length of the street.

A small red car rounded the corner, and he carefully took a step back, in case it came too close to the curb. It wasn’t their car, but it slowed down, not too far away from them and stopped. The pet felt his heart rate jump, the day had been so calm so far, no strangers around.

Oliver looked at the guys, confused, but they didn’t seem to care, or even notice it. Eddie was texting the driver, and Will looked the other direction.

Two girls got out of the car, with phones in their hands, talking in hushed tones. They looked nervous as far as the pet could tell, something one might easily mistake for excitement. He tugged on Will’s shirt to get his attention.

“Hey, guys?” One of the girls asked, not loud enough to shout, but a little louder than warranted by how close they were “Can we get a picture?” Oliver tried to mimic the smile both of them immediately put on, unsuccessfully.

“Of course, but our car is here any second now, I hope you don’t mind we don’t have much time” Eddie’s tone was gentle, with an edge the pet knew too well. The girls exchanged a look.

“Thank you” the shorter one said, her smile a little more convincing than the other’s. They took turns taking pictures, with both of the guys. 

The exchange felt horrifically unnatural, Oliver had a growing knot in his stomach with each second that passed. The driver was still nowhere to be seen.

“Can I take one with just, uhm, Oliver?” the taller girl asked, glancing over at him. The pet was pushed aside so far, standing off to the side awkwardly. Eddie huffed a laugh in disbelief.

“Puppy, you seem to have some fans yourself” he grabbed his leash and yanked him closer “Hold it, it’s more fun that way” he handed it to the girl. 

Oliver obediently looked at the camera aimed at him by the other girl, just as he had been taught. She didn’t click a picture, in fact both of them seemed frozen in time for a moment. 

When they moved again, barely a second later, the pet felt like he was seeing everything in slow motion.

He looked down at the girl’s hand, and noticed one of her bracelets in particular. It was plain white, with black text on it that said “All humans” in a bold font. She changed hold on his leash and yanked him forward.

“Run” she yelled and bolted with Oliver in tow. He stumbled forward, and only caught up with them so he didn’t fall. “We’re saving you”

This could not be happening to him. They opened the car door and tried to shove him inside. Finally his brain caught up, and he fought back. He was vaguely aware of the camera shoved in his face clicking some pictures, but his main concern was getting their hands off him. One of them managed to unbuckle his collar, the chequered one, James’ favourite and therefore his; it only fuelled his will to get away. Not having a collar on was unsafe, a collar meant he belonged, and so he fought with all his might. He was sure he’d bruise where he hit his head on the roof of the car, and his lower legs he hit multiple times. 

It didn’t last much longer than a few minutes, the two girls were pulled off him. The taller one by the driver the shorter by Will. Eddie held his phone to his ear with one shoulder, and held Oliver up by both shoulders, before he could collapse on the pavement.

“Heyhey, Oli, are you alright? Are you hurt?” He found comfort in the genuine worry from his voice.

He couldn’t hold back a sob as he nodded. He kept his arms by his side, dug his nails so deep into his palm he thought it would draw blood, anything to keep him from reaching up to his neck and face the absence of the collar. 

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls- Season 2, Episode 16, "There's The Rub", aka A Sheer Masterpiece of GilmoreDom, AKA Jess, Rory, And Paris Eat Together And All Is Right With The World-Part 3

Who's ready for more TTR? (PS: There is a link to all previous recaps including parts 1 and 2 of TTR in my pinned post, while I work on puting together a better master index. You can also search my Tumblr by specific episode name or season).

Anyone ever look at unofficial GG merchandise on places like Redbubble and Etsy? There are a bunch of phrases that always end up on crap. Oy with the poodles already. I smell snow. Etc etc. "Vicious trollop" is a very common one as well. But nobody was putting "Why Did You Drop Out of Yale" on anything, so I had to create my own custom merch.

The banter between Emily and Lorelai is so sharp and witty and wonderful in this episode, it reminds me why am I still watching this show in the first place and subjecting myself to the additional torture of analyzing every episode minute by minute (for the second time in 3 years), even though it so often greatly disappoints me or angers me. There are just some episodes where AmyShermanPalladino's light shines through and touches everything in her kingdom. None of these moments involve Dean Forrester.

Never have I ever been so excited to see these two little words. "Doorbell Rings." JESS JESS JESS JESS JESS JESS JESS JESS JESS JESS

When I tell you I literally squealed when she opened the door. If Gilly Girls was taking place in the 2020's, Jess would be a DoorDasher. I would have him deliver to the Forresters and spit in Dean's food. This is all too pure. My heart's a flutter. I can't snark on it. SaltyGilmores™ has been disabled. Look, I can't just regurgiate every single line and frame from this scene so I'll just post a select few things. Enjoy and #AdmireTheDeliveryBaby

Can we talk about the way she's looking at him? 😍 R: How come Cesar didn't deliver this? J: I volunteered. R: Why? J: I wanted to get out of the construction zone. Mmm, sure. I love when he does this shit:

He doesn't exactly sound surprised that one of the Gilmores didn't tip him. I will never cease, desist or yield in making "Rory and Lorelai don't pay for their food" jokes.

Should I instead make jokes about how this is the second time in a row that the Gilmores actually did try to pay him and he refused?

The last time we saw this shirt, he had a name patch over his titty. I really like this shirt and how we can see his scandalous bare forearms for once. Dear Baby Jesus, Milo is adorable. And the light on him is just perfect in this shot.

R: You're staying? J: Didn't you just invite me? R: No... J: You told me I could have all the food I wanted. That sounded Invitation-Like. R: You want to stay here and eat? J: Beats being at Luke's.

You will not be going anywhere, young lady. You sit right down at that table and have a literary debate with Jess and Rory, eat some fries, and don't get up until Dean Forrester barges in and ruins everything.

Jess Mariano's social anxiety is so palpable you could eat it. It is radiating from his pores with the intensity of a hundred suns. This anxious little nugget, who did not make even a second of eye contact upon meeting a new person, has the entire town of Schitt's Hollow quaking in fear of what atrocities he may be capable of. Oooh what have we here? A MINOR INCONSEQUENTIAL PLOT HOLE!

To be continued.

[quandaryqueen]

He has a serious relationship with S/O who has a kid. After some time he helped the kid with something and they went "Thanks dad." Without realizing.

Riddler BTAS, YJ, Arkamverse

Thanks dad

Edward Nygma X Reader

FIRST OF ALL THAT'S PRECIOUS OMFG 😍

💚 Young Justice

Children? Oh he fights them on a daily basis... He can't say that, can he? Ahh, fuck.

Look, he is one desperate cookie and those who glance upon him, he is latching himself to them faster than you can blink, regardless of who they are. A ten is still a ten even if they have a child from a previous relationship, he is willing to take any baggage, child included... N-No, he didn't mean to call the child a baggage--

Oh kids... Yeah, he doesn't really have a positive thing to say about them, especially when they're certain inconvenience that will render his plans collapsed because of them... But it's your child, they're an exception.

The little thing is tolerable for sure. A bit hyperactive, but what child isn't? A six year old who has a lot of question for the world, confused about socialising but his heart is at the right path.

Guess what their name is... Robin. An energetic gymnast with a penchant to ask plenty of questions, a known witty ass... Um yeah.

NO WORRIES, HE DOESN'T — ahem, he doesn't hate the boy at all! Even if he shares striking similarities with the boy wonder, he's checked just in case... Though sometimes he doubts himself, but then he is reminded that, in fact, Boy wonder Robin is no longer six years old, whereas Robin-Y/N's-son is only six years old.

Anyways, Edward picked up Robin from school for today and they greeted you with a concerning sight; your son holding a bloody handkerchief to their nose and your Edward's shirt bloodied with, presumably and hopefully, your son's blood... That is phrased wrong, but you know what I mean, right?

Edward then explains to you about Robin failing to secure himself in his seat and one abrupt halt after an encounter with a dumbass driver, your son was sent hurling forward and slamming his face against the seat in front of him. Oh Edward, our sweet Edward was a nervous wreck and it went a little something like this:

"Oh my god are you okay, buddy? Oh shi--oot. Oh no, oh no, oh no."

Edward bends back over the backseats, but to no avail, he resorts to leaving the driver's seat and entering the back. He nervously inspect your son, wincing when his fingers touched and stained with blood, but he pushes through his squeamishness and pinches Robin's nose, all the while, his free hand hunts for his spare handkerchief.

"Am okaaay," Beams your son with a nasally voice, his big eyes identical to yours looking up at Edward. "That's a lot of blood."

"Oh no, Y/N's going to kill me!" He squeaks, finally able to get a hold of a handkerchief before using it to pinch your boy's nose.

"Yeah, blood is hard to get off a white shirt... And it's brand new." Oh bless his heart.

"Whatever you do, don't tilt your head up," Edward says, absentmindedly wiping his bloody fingers on his shirt before reaching for the bottle of sanitiser in the glove box. Luckily, he spots a bag of wet wipes and opts to use it instead. "Give me your hand."

Robin puts a hand out and Edward got to work with ridding the red from Robin's fingers and palm. Robin switches to his other hand and Edward does the same. During the act, even in concentration and panic, Robin's nasally voice does not slip his ears.

"Thanks dad."

.... Augh 😫

💚 Arkhamverse

Children are not his thing, he'd like to stay away from those fussy miniature humans with underdeveloped minds as much as possible... But he is making an exception with this one that happened to be his favourite person's daughter.

At first he was a touch tense around your daughter, opting to lean away and at times, dismiss them as much as he can, until you scolded him to include her as a package that comes in the relationship and if he doesn't want that, then he should drop the relationship all together. Apparently he loves you enough thay he began to be less dismissive of the child.

... he supposes your daughter, Helen, isn't that bad. She's tolerable unlike other children. Curious little thing, fidgety, and a bit timid. At first she too was afraid of Edward, sensing that she isn't wanted to be dealt with, until he himself began warming up to her that the nine year old began to open up as well.

Peaking from the threshold of the kitchen, you spot Edward who had just crawled out his development facilities and freshly bathed, sitting across the counter from Helen as she moves between to the surface of the counter and the stove where a pot is boiling. Tipping your head upwards, to see a chess board on the countertop.

You remembered how Helen brought up yesterday she needed to enhance her puzzling skills to compete against other schools. She had only recently developed an interest to puzzles thanks to Edward and specifically towards chess.

"Are you sure that's your final move?" Edward asks after Helen has placed a piece down on the board.

Helen, upon being greeted by this question many times, began to analyzing and questioning her move. Noticing what he is implying, she takes her move back and places her piece elsewhere.

"Good. Remember, during a real chess match, you can't just hope your opponent does not capture your piece."

"Okay... Thanks dad."

Edward's game plan to destroy the child with a checkmate once again has been thwarted with a single word. Dad... DAD---

Short circuiting. Give him a moment to process. He got knocked off-guard so hard he lost to Helen. Well, she can't just call her opponent's 'dad' to catch them as off guard as Edward now can she?

💚 Batman the animated series

He is selective when it comes to children. On the other hand, he had made a demographic out of younger groups of people and kept them in mind when it comes to developing video games and on the other, he can find a few of them as obnoxious and he actively turn away from them just so he could act out the urge to smack a child.

But your daughter Meri was nothing but am absolute dear, Edward couldn't help but to simply adore the precious little babe! A polite young lady who is a touch playful and is an absolute delight to talk to! Edward couldn't help but to want to spoil the girl! ... If you'd allow him. Can he? Okay, not too much, just this Gameboy.

Meri doesn't play videogames all that much but when Edward introduced her to a Gameboy, oh boy, he might just make a gamer girl out of he. I mean, since the man has also the intricate knowledge about programming, he might get her interested in it as well! The process of which Edward was teaching her now to be accustomed with playing with one is something they bond over, at times where Meri couldn't bear a certain level she would tug in Edward's sleeve and ask him to help her out.

How could he say no to the face that resembled you??? Tasks and agenda are now thrown away, we must beat this level of Super Mario Bros. It will cost him his career as a Internationally renowned threat as a rogue, but he says it's worth it. Why, you may ask?

"YAY! Thanks dad, you're the greatest!"

Among the influx of emotions, the only implication of the absolute joy he feels inside leaks through his soft smile and he pulls your daughter against his chest and pats her head.

[itsclydebitches]

I'm heart-bent in my apartment

'Cause all that you left was your fart scent

Now that you're gone I wrote this song

'Cause all you left was the smell of your farts

I LOVE Ted's little song this episode because it's so, so good.

It's also kinda bad.

A long while back I wrote a post about Trent falling for Ted's way with words. After all, how can the man who claims to love writing not be enamored with someone who employs so many witty turns of phrase and metaphors, all of them nestled within beautiful, heartfelt speeches? Even considering that this is TV Land where characters usually know exactly what to say and say it without a single stumble, Ted is written to have a skill with verbal poetry.

This little tune is a perfect example of that skill. Ted comes up with a song right on the spot, that rhymes, using a term Keeley just made up, and it's frankly catchy as fuck. Even our skeptical duo are bopping their heads along. Plus, there's something legitimately compelling (to me anyway) about writing a Serious Love Song focused on a partner who was so bad for you all they left behind was a - metaphorical and literal - bad smell. Underneath the silliness, that's an interesting way to frame Keeley's breakup (given that talk of Jack is what inspired this), especially after all the "love bombing" she experienced. It makes me wonder if Keeley kept things like the first edition novel, or if all that's left of Jack are those bad thoughts and feelings associated with her judgement of Keeley's sexual autonomy, lingering like, you know, a fart.

So the little devil on my shoulder wearing the Tedependent tin hat is squealing that Ted wrote a kinda inspired country song on the fly while his writer dork is walking around in a Dolly Parton t-shirt.

Meanwhile, the sensible angel on the other shoulder is acknowledging that actually the song is stupid lol. It's about farts after all and look, for however impressive it is at first, Ted fails to land that last rhyme! Now, putting aside whether the final line needs to rhyme (that's an artistic conversation for another day) I kinda love that too because it feels representative of Ted's later speech. He starts the episode with an impressive song about farts of all things... and then fumbles the ending. Later, Ted will start another impressive speech about intestinal distress (don't think about Trent's "wreaking havoc on his digestive system" line dON'T THINK ABOUT IT) and then likewise fumble the landing with Colin. Did you really just compare being gay to liking a sport's team? Uh... yeah. Whoops. My bad. Ted Lasso is a show absolutely stuffed with parallels and I love when fun little connections like this pop up. Not only does the earlier song remind us of Ted's often childish approach to life (it's not a shock to hear him talking about destroying a toilet when he was just singing about farts), but the structure of the scene mimics what's to come. Like that childish reminder, the song likewise reminds us that Ted often starts really strong with fantastic creativity and intentions... only to struggle a bit at the end. That's life and complex character flaws ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[noisycowboyglitter]

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no surprise, I was tempted to reply..continued from here // @cursivebloodlines

Excitement had built in her stomach, a small shiver running across her skin. She knew where this was going, endless tickling. The kind that only stopped until she was breathless. Danielle wasn't thinking these days, letting her heart run freely, and by extension, letting her thoughts come out as they were. No overthinking, no polishing every sentence she meant to say. It was bound to get her, and as his smirk faded, she feared it had happened. She fucked up, said the wrong thing. His fingers were still on her waist, but no longer dancing. As if they had been frozen, time stood still. Her own slowly smile disappeared, waiting to see if he was just delaying a joke or witty response. Waiting. For anything, a laugh, a clarification request, anything besides silence.

"Well, yeah you know with the current situation," she began explaining, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it kind of was. They weren't exactly winning morality prizes here. Still, her words were quickly losing traction as he looked up at her. No amusement could be found in his eyes, no playful gleam. It confirmed what she feared. He was a broken record, repeating her last phrase, and she didn't know what to say to snap him out of it. Oh god. The excitement she felt in her stomach earlier dropped, leaving a pit in its place. Danielle held her breath, half-knowing she'd regret even asking. "What's wrong? Just say something."

It took a few more seconds, and though, not much was said - she could piece the puzzle together. Moment over. Danielle adjusted the hem of her shirt, covering her waist once more. She had let this get away from her too fast, too caught up in the moment to pause this before they caused more damage. One night was bad, but one night and every day together since was no accident. The reality was practically slapping her across the face. She was quick to interject, speaking over him, because this was not what she meant at all. "No no, I..that's not what I-" Their connection didn't feel wrong, it could never. But, they both couldn't pretend that they were doing this the right way. It was wrong. No matter how happy it made them. The remaining words caught in her throat as she listened to him. A million emotions ran through her. Shock, anger, hurt, embarrassment - all in a never-ending cycle. She couldn't distinguish where the shock was coming from. What was causing it? His tone or his words? He had never spoken to her this way, and the bitterness directed at her stopped her heart in its tracks. "What?" she breathed out, unable to find her voice. Danielle couldn't decide if she wanted to yell at him, cry, or slap him. She had never felt that way about him, and that scared her. "W-what do you think this is? Just some..some kind of sick fantasy in my head?" Her hands flailing in the air as she questioned him. Danielle's face burned with shame, not the flush he usually brought out in her cheeks. Each sentence struck her more than the last. "Oh, fuck you Logan!" How dare he? How could he use her own words this way? How could he even say these things about her? Even if he had not told anyone else, Danielle felt something shatter. A bit of trust, feeling betrayed that he used her words against her that way. Exposing it, even if it still remained between them.

Danielle had never spoken to him this way either, it was a day of firsts. Just not positive ones. Any other time, his tone would've been enough to bring her to tears, but indignation was holding her together. It was fueling her, more than any other feeling."You know that's not what I meant that day!" She had crossed her arms over her chest, self-consciousness flooding her. Though, it also kept her from smacking him to unleash some of the anger bubbling in her. "Screw you! I never wanted to-" being a mistress was no one's life dream. "But, that's what I am to you, isn't it? Your mistress." The words felt like hot iron in her mouth, how had she ended up here? Unintentionally, Logan had put a mirror in front of her. Forcing her to admit what she had become. It wasn't pretty, she'd die of shame if her family ever knew. But, wasn't Logan worth it? "As long as you don't end things with her, that's what you reduce me to! So how much do you really value me? W-what arouses me? More like this is what gets you going! You're living the life, you have me...you have her." It was a sad realization, Danielle was in too deep. Completely at his mercy. He didn't have to make a choice, as long as Natalie didn't know. "You haven't told her, why..because you like this? Or..or..because you can't afford to lose? If she leaves you, you have me..and if you get bored of me, you still have your girl." Danielle didn't want to think of that possibility. He hadn't talked to Natalie yet, and she hadn't said anything. Not wanting to push him, knowing that it was a difficult conversation. It also was something she couldn't do for him, no matter how much she wanted to. He wouldn't do something like that, but if he wouldn't...then why hadn't he told her yet? What kept him from it?

She stepped back, the desire to put distance between them growing. Danielle covered her face for a moment, letting a shaky breath leave her lips. This had quickly turned into a nightmare, the reality had been exposed. It was going to happen sooner or later, but she just thought they'd be on the same side when it all happened. Her hands fell to her side, "The way you're talking, I can't help but wonder if that's how you really feel about me. You got what you wanted after all, did it change your mind about me?" The possibility clawed at her chest, but she refused to believe it. Though, her words said otherwise. "Am I not that?" The dirty little secret, it sounded ridiculous. Something to laugh at, on any other occasion, except this one. "Or, have you told anyone about us? Shouted it from the rooftops lately?"

[iamthunderhearmehowl]

Halsin's Daughter Headcannons PT5: ✨️Names/Personality/Druid Subclass / Theme Songs ✨️

Oh wow. We're on prt 5???? Am I obsessed? Or am I basically making a new DND character to play in my next campaign 🤫🫣

Either way, I want you guys to enjoy this as much as I am.

ANWAYS

So I have 4 names lined up and a poll going on. The poll and all other posts related to Halsin's Daughter can be found here.

And may I just say that ya'll are going to make this hella hard for me bc everytime I look all the names are tied lmao.

The names:

Armelle - Means Bear

Faeryl - I think this one is super cute

Haelra - Similar to Halsin

Khalees - Not gonna lie, I got this one from a name randomizer

I'll make another post in 7 days letting yall know the winner. Could I have easily just flipped a coin and name her? Yeah but that's no fun!

Personality:

I'm still working on this one so bear with me (hahaha i hate myself lmao)

I think she would be really quiet. Hiding in the background, she normally wouldn't speak unless she is spoken to. She tends to keep to herself

Although she is a natural flirt and naturally charming; part of her knows that it's a defense mechanism. She's like this because she HAD TO be. She had to survive her life in the underdark and that meant winning her mother political favors via seducing people. It was survival for her.

She's actually really klutzy. She always knocks something over. IDK man she's like either super unlucky or just a bull in a china shop.

Dead ass would just be walking and minding her own buisness and her shirt would get caught on a door and she would fall backwards and accidently set the place on fire

She's also kind of a day dreamer. Most people would see her and think about how elegant she looks sitting at the tavern table with her legs crossed nicely, thoughfully staring into her cup

In reality - she's thinking about eating chocolate in her wildshape as a wolf. Would she die or would she just have really bad diarrhea????

Her thoughts are literally your google search bar at 3 am.

When she finally gets comfortable around people, she is a gem to be around: She's pretty funny + a mess.

Walking chaos honestly

Favorite phrases: "Why the fuck are you the way that you are?" "For what reason???" "It was an accident I swear" "You have 2 braincells"

She's not as serious as her father; but she did spend most of her time with Mol and Arabella who are both pretty mischevious and witty

Now once she has a mission or job to do it's a whole different story: Home girl goes 0 to 100 real quick

She uses wild shape to her full advantage

If she's getting chased on rooftop she'll just jump off and change into a crow in mid air

She'll also wildshape into a wolf and run at you at full speed only to change her self back right as she stabs you

Druid Subclass:

I'm still looking into this, but I think I would make her either Circle of Dreams or Circle of Wildfire.

I can see circle of dreams because she would be good aligned. And it's easy to see her playing with Pixies in the underdark as a child.

HOWEVER

Circle of Wildfire would make more sense because again this girl is just walking chaos. Like I said in previous posts she sees natures balance as chaos itself. What is normal to the spider is chaos to the fly. So Circle of Wildfire would make so much sense for her.

Again I am working on it but let me know what you think ❤️

Theme Songs:

This is honestly just for funsies.

HD's Theme Song: ⤵️⤵️

Dammon + HD:

lol can you tell that I'm a Sleep Token fan? Anways that's all I have for tonight! I'll be back for part 6 as soon as I can!

[undreaming-fanfiction]

15 Questions, 15 Tags

Thank you Cass from @henderdads for the tag! Answering on my side because this is where I'm most active.

Nickname: Undreaming/Arakanga

Height: 165 cm / 5′4″ I think? Smol.

Last thing I googled: postal rates from Czechia to Canada. Also the spelling of Terry Pratchett's name for this tag list.

Song stuck in my head: Horrible Histories: We're The Thinkers

# followers: 773, tiny but it's all about the dedication and medication! (and I love all of you that read my stuff, smooch!)

Amount of sleep: any number between 2-8, usually mostly 3 at a time. Almost no deep sleep in that too. I'm a permanently exhausted pigeon. Also, daylight makes me sleepy.

Dream job: musical singer or stand-up comedian.

Wearing: A t-shirt with cacti and "WHAT THE FUCCULENT" sign

Book/movie that summarizes you: Good Omens maybe? Just winging it in face of impending doom and trying to throw in a few witty one liners when I'm at it.

Fav song: Okay, so it depends on the mood, time in my life, current star alignment etc, but a song that has been with me for decades now is Elevation - U2.

Aesthetic: ANYTHING. EVERYTHING. Goth. Rock. Cottagecore. Dark Academia. Fairycore. All fucking rainbow. Cluttered academical mess. I change every few years and sometimes every few months and sometimes every day and I love it.

Fav authors: H. P. Lovecraft (yes, I know. Yes, I still like his works), Stephen King, Terry Pratchett, Agatha Christie, Robert Graves

Random fact: I have hypermobile wrists. It's a great party trick, if I forget my gloves I can fold my hands into my sleeves. My friends make fun of me that in my case, the phrase that "one hand doesn't clap" doesn't apply (true)

Tagging @hoples @legitcookie, @steddiealltheway and @sidekick-hero if you want to share! Also feel free to take this as a tag if you want to share some info about yourself!

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Exploring the Baylen Levine Merch Store: A Deep Dive into the World of Baylen Levine Merchandise

Baylen Levine, a prominent YouTube personality and social media influencer, has captivated audiences with his unique blend of humor, adventure, and relatable content. With millions of subscribers and followers across various platforms, Baylen has become a household name in the world of digital entertainment. One of the ways fans can connect with their favorite content creator is through the Baylen Levine Merch Store, where a wide array of merchandise is available for purchase. In this blog, we will take a deep dive into the Baylen Levine Merch Store, exploring the range of products, the design aesthetics, and the impact of Baylen's merch on his dedicated fanbase.

The Baylen Levine Merchandise Collection

Baylen Levine's merchandise collection is a testament to his creativity and the connection he shares with his audience. The store features a diverse range of products that cater to various tastes and preferences. Here are some of the key items you can find in the store:

T-Shirts: The cornerstone of any merch store, Baylen's T-shirts come in various designs, colors, and sizes. They often feature humorous slogans or references to his popular YouTube series, making them a hit among fans who want to wear their love for his content.

Hoodies and Sweatshirts: For those looking to stay warm and cozy while repping Baylen, the store offers a selection of hoodies and sweatshirts. These items often feature eye-catching graphics and are perfect for casual wear.

Accessories: From phone cases to stickers and posters, the Baylen Levine Merch Store has a wide array of accessories for fans to choose from. These items are great for adding a touch of Baylen's unique style to everyday life.

Limited Edition Drops: Baylen occasionally releases limited edition merch drops, creating a sense of urgency and exclusivity for his fans. These drops often feature special designs or collaborations, making them highly sought-after by collectors.

Design Aesthetics

What sets Baylen Levine's merchandise apart is its distinct design aesthetics. Baylen's merch is an extension of his online persona, characterized by humor, adventure, and a touch of quirkiness. Here are some design elements that are commonly found in his merchandise:

Humorous Graphics: Baylen's merchandise often incorporates witty and comical graphics that reflect his lighthearted and entertaining content. These graphics might include caricatures of Baylen himself or illustrations related to his adventures.

Catchphrases and Quotes: Fans of Baylen will recognize his signature catchphrases and memorable quotes featured prominently on T-shirts and other products. These phrases create an instant connection with his audience.

Adventure-Themed Art: Given Baylen's love for exploration and outdoor adventures, many of his merchandise designs feature elements related to hiking, camping, and the great outdoors. This resonates with fans who share his passion for exploration.

Bold Colors and Typography: Baylen's merchandise often features bold and vibrant colors, along with eye-catching typography. This design approach ensures that his merch stands out and makes a statement.

Impact on the Fanbase

The Baylen Levine Merch Store is not just about selling products; it's about fostering a sense of community and connection among Baylen's fans. Here's how Baylen's merch has impacted his dedicated fanbase:

Sense of Belonging: Owning a piece of Baylen's merchandise creates a sense of belonging among fans. When they wear or use these items, they feel like part of an exclusive club of Baylen enthusiasts.

Supporting the Creator: Purchasing merchandise is a tangible way for fans to support their favorite content creator. Many fans are more than willing to invest in Baylen's merch as a way to show their appreciation for the entertainment he provides.

Engagement and Interactivity: Baylen often engages with fans on social media, encouraging them to share photos of themselves wearing or using his merchandise. This interactive element strengthens the bond between Baylen and his audience.

Collector's Items: Some fans view Baylen's limited edition drops as collector's items. They eagerly await these releases and often resell rare items within the fan community, creating a secondary market for Baylen's merch.

Conclusion

The Baylen Levine Merch Store is a testament to the power of digital influencers and their ability to connect with their audience on a deeper level. Through a diverse range of products like Baylen Levine Hoodies, unique design aesthetics, and a commitment to engaging with fans, Baylen Levine has successfully turned his online presence into a thriving merchandising business. His merchandise not only allows fans to express their love for his content but also fosters a sense of community among his dedicated fanbase. As Baylen continues to create entertaining and relatable content, it's clear that his merchandise will remain a significant part of his online brand, strengthening the bond between him and his supporters for years to come.

[wishing-stones]

How do you imagine the reader?

They're a reader insert with an out-of-verse call name, so I try not to ascribe any physical traits to them that break the illusion. (Which is, coincidentally, why I never use y/n or just put a blank in the space of a name. I always just say that someone says their name outside of dialogue, so it doesn't distract from the story at all.)

They have a personality (that's kind of wry and no-nonsense) but that's about it. They're there for you to project whatever appearance you want onto them-- be it your own, a character's, or whatever else you want. The only strict physical trait they have is a complete, able human body. (As in, they aren't missing any limbs or digits.)

However, I do have an image in mind when I write them. I'll slap it under a read more so people can read it or not, if they'd rather keep their own image in mind!

I imagine Ren as a female-bodied, kind of spindly individual of average height and kind of slim build. More limb than body, but as of present, they're pretty toned from working out and training. I see them having medium length strawberry blond hair in either layers or a more tame wolf cut, kind of wavy and long enough to pull into a short ponytail. Medium skin tone, blue/green eyes, and not especially curvy. Might or might not have very, very defined freckles.

I also imagine them with either the trait of Integrity, or the trait of Bravery. A case could be made for Patience and Perseverance, too, although the latter would absolutely draw commentary from Cross and Baggs, who are both familiar with it. The only traits I don't see them having are Justice (because they accept bribes and have kind of grey morals) and Determination (for the simple reason that it's a very rare trait and they would have gotten piled on instantly for it. Nightmare might not have wanted to keep such a dangerous human around.) Kindness... is up in the air. They could have it, but it's not one that I see them having very frequently.

They dress pretty casually in jeans and a t-shirt most of the time, with lighter outer layers and a preference towards sneakers. They have a collection of t-shirts with fun graphics on them or witty phrases. They like cute, comfy pajamas though, and have a fuzzy, light purple bath robe that they practically lived in on their days off back in their AU, but it doesn't see a lot of use right now.

They came from some post-pacifist AU that isn't swapped and isn't Fell. Not Outertale, either, since the monsters came from underground. It could be as simple as a slightly canon-divergent AU. They were one of those throw away NPCs in the actual plot, but even NPCs have their own lives and stories.

So, do with that information what you will! They exist to project onto, but this is just the image I have in mind when I write for them.