#also basta looks great

[grvntld]

yung notes app ko here sa phone ko puro kalungkutan tots and feels laman kasi tbfh sobrang lungkot ko lately. i know it's important that i go through tough times and not run from them, but damn it, im just so tired of going through it. im so tired. im exhausted. i feel depleted. i just feel so weak and defeated all over.

[imblocking-you]

ANG CUTE NG A GOOD DAY TO BE A DOG KDRAMA PLS

[earl-grey-teacake]

the thought i just had. THE TEAM BOSSES. all quietly vying to be the favourite so that whhen inevitably baby loscar start karting they can recruit to academy. zak plonking baby oscar in the simulator often and providing him with australian chocolate (since he learned what good chocolate is when Danny was in the team). meanwhile fred declaring that oscar *clearly* has italian lineage and therefore *must* be brought to ferrari more often. (charles and whoever lando's teammate is in this universe vying for oscar's affection as the cool uncle). toto is trying the same thing with logan, but he is struggling because james is, well, JAMES and try as he might toto has never yet succeeded in managing to put logan to sleep just reading tyre data to him. (logan does however end up having to be closely supervised at merc because he learns a lot of german swear words when he starts talking)

😭😭😭 This has been in my inbox for who knows how long. I've never been able to do it justice so I never answered it.

But yes, you are quite correct. They all spoil the babies, regardless of the fact the children are a bit too young to even reach the pedals on the SIM.

Oscar, like all children love sugar. It is like coke to them but the downside is that it is super messy. So you have Oscar sitting on Lando's lap in the SIM so he can play with it and Zak just handing him chocolate, like a dog getting treats for doing a task. Oscar doesn't care that much about racing the SIM as he is about seeing the cars. At some point, it really is about him seeing the cars and getting snacks for it instead learning how to drive. It will take a bit more time before he's old enough to race karts so they still have time.

Lando's teammate is Pato and he is very committed to being liked by Oscar. Oscar finds him loud and energetic but he's very receptive to what Oscar wants.

"Oh, you want to chocolate, of course!" Absolutely ignoring the fact that he received 3 pieces earlier.

"You want to go on a hot lap?" Sure! Let's find you a helmet.

"Want to pet a dog?" Come meet Norbi!

"You want your leash taken off?" Hmmm. Maybe.

At some point, the competition to becoming favorite had to have rules solely because Oscar was getting sugar high after sugar high.

****

When Oscar walks into Ferrari, he is met with cheers and clamoring about "Oscar!" "Oscar's here!"

Then comes the "have you eaten yet? Come eat! You're so small, you need to eat more. After this plate, you can have tiramisu."

Needless to say, Oscar enjoyed going to Ferrari now and again given how much and how well they feed him. It's just that Ferrari was so far from Williams and Oscar wanted to go see Logan. Of course, once Fred knows about this, he has someone go get Logan to join them.

Time spent at Ferrari is less about hanging out in Ferrari and more about teaching the kids about the greatness of Ferrari. FORZA FERRARI! VIVA ITALIA! JOIN FERRARI AND FOLLOW IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE GREATS!

It's a lot for Oscar to take in.

Charles loves it though. Charles loves kids and he's great with them. Oscar "want" to join Ferrari? Of course! Everyone should aspire to be at Ferrari!

Like Pato, he is very much willing to spoil Oscar. However, he is also very susceptible too with large, cute eyes that beg him to take off the child leash and let him run free, which is the one thing he cannot do.

However, he can distract him with Leo.

"Look Leo has a leash too!"

****

Toto may not compare to James with his soothing voice but he is absolutely willing to spoil Logan nonetheless. Also, he is kind of like a grandparent to Logan.

"Oh, would you like to go see the cars be painted? Come here, I'll take you."

"Oh, George won't let you have a cookie. That's okay, I'll get you a cookie."

"You want to sit in on the meeting? Sure you just have to be quiet. Here, have some papers to draw on."

"See that building right there? That is RedBull, you must never go there. There are monsters there and they will eat you. They're a bunch of miststück (bastard)."

Needless to say, Susie was very displeased when Logan repeated the word the next day at a meeting.

****

I hope you like it! Sorry for the wait!!!

[dezelies]

Quackity as ur bf.

Headcanons

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ NOTES: my version of Quackity as ur bf!!! not proofread :d

VERSION ONE (shy type?)

It definitely took you almost a year for him to, say yes to you or realize his feelings for you because he is hotheaded and unbothered with romance.

After he said yes, he might have ghosted you for 2 days because he was so shy and didn't know what else to do so you came over to his house to hangout and so he can warm up to you.

Then after warming up to you he showed you a side of him you never saw,

He would be the one to take you on dates by surprise,

he would give you roses, bouquets, pretty jewelry that doesn't have to be expensive, chocolate, etc as a gift.

When he fully warmed up to you he became more comfortable with doing things he never really thought would happen to him.

Constantly checks up on you and asks what your doing.

SHOWERS YOU WITH COMPLIMENTS!!!! even if you look like a rat from new york that fell in a sewage, he would call you pretty and loves to hug you!!

Nicknames would definitely be considered in the relationship, you would call him nicknames out of the ordinary.

Third image, definitely him!!!

NOTICES SMALL THINGS ABOUT YOU BECAUSE HE THINKS YOU'RE SPECIAL

If you guys had a fight he would give you space but reminds you that he's still there and won't leave you. He would apologize with gifts and affection.

After you guys fought and made up, the clingy side of him would spawn and not leave for months until he knows that you and him are okay.

VERSION TWO (ewan type)

He was the one who courted you and it didn't take too long for you to say yes because he was constantly next to you and you already had feelings for him before.

After you said yes, he immediately warmed up to you but was still shy doing things with you, you and him decided to take things at a slow pace and not rush everything as there's still time.

The first date you and him had was somewhere expensive because he felt extraordinary, but the next dates that occurred were not too expensive because you told him that he doesn't have to tale you on these expensive dates every month, so every week he takes you on road trips whether it's from one city to another city vice versa. He definitely likes taking you to Baguio city or any city that's either cold or hot. Give him a weather, he's taking you there.

Emotionally smart and Street smart fr.

Sings for you!!! Or makes songs for you, the very first song he sang to you was a Daniel padilla song because he found out that you were a fan.

He loves hugging you and calling you his girlfriend, also loves complimenting you because he's great with his words. Treats you like a princess!!!

Nicknames are a must for him, "love". "pretty". "babe" any nicknames that are considered cheesy by single people

Very responsible and mature, so if you're being irresponsible and acting not so mature in a serious situation he would snap you out of it and act non-chalant.

Very seloso! (jealous) sometimes overprotective over you, like if you were talking to someone he doesn't know, his eyes would be focused on you and the person, he would observe everything the person is doing and would try to scan their personality based on their movements.

He's scary but gentle, honest, caring, loving, basta alam niyo na.

minsan di mo na alam kung pogi typings ba 'to or wala talagang pake.

If you guys had a fight he might ghost you for 4d-2w laging nagtatampo siguro, parang aso namin. But he would apologize with words while hugging you, he would gift you something as an apology.

After making up, he vows to not fight with you again because he didn't like that and he would be clingy and takes you on roadtrips.

[selineram3421]

*listening to sounds that make me see color* 🌟💫🌱☔🌈🌤

Into The Digital Void

Part 1

Prologue

TADC X Reader

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ family friendly (%$👀!#), italics = thoughts, all caps for screeching/screaming/loud thoughts, mention of headaches ⚠

Floating in the darkness.

Then all of a sudden you poofed into existence in a vividly bright new area.

"Ah!", you closed your eyes at the brightness, covering your face with your hands to make it darker.

It was loud, there was music and strange noises all around you. It was overwhelming and you just wanted to crawl in a hole and stay there. And it felt weird too.

Where am I? What's going on? Why is it SO LOUD!?

"Whoa, whoa! Cut the music!", someone said and a record scratch followed soon after.

"Oh great, another one.", another voice said.

"Are they...alright?", a different voice asked.

While they were chatting you were spiralling in your thoughts.

WHERE AM I??? OH GOD I FEEL TERRIBLE.. I THINK I'M GOING TO PUKE.

You flinched at someone placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey..you ok there?", a soft voice asked.

Then you noticed the room had gone quiet. Taking it as a sign that it was 'safe', you peek out through your 'fingers' and see a worried looking jester.

Kind of.

Everything was still bright and you had to blink away the pain it caused.

"It hurts..", you mumbled and rubbed your eyes. "Where am I?", you ask, now squinting.

"You are in THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!!!", the first voice you heard belonged to a set of teeth with eyes.

You stood there confused.

...

"What the %$👀!#?", a silly noise came out when you cussed. "Wha-?", you moved your had to your throat confused.

"Don't try it, you can't say any curse words here. Trust me, I've tried.", the jester next to you says with a sigh.

"Oh they tried all right.", a voice comments.

Looking around you notice the other weird characters in the room.

"Ok..", you say and calmly clear your throat. "WHAT IN THE DILL PICKLE IS GOING ON!?"

You ignore the rabbit's laughter as you glare at the colorful characters. Also taking note of the random pile of pillows and..a bubble with teeth?

"Huh, they sure are creative..", the figure of shapes says and crosses their arms. "You remember putting on a headset, right?"

"Headset?", you repeat and find a vague memory of doing something like that. "Yeah.."

"Whelp, putting on that beauty leads you here.", the rabbit says with a smug grin. "You're stuck with us Pearl."

"Jax, try to be more considerate.", a rag doll sighs.

"Pearl?", you say annoyed and rub your eyes again.

"I'm just happy my comedy mask didn't break again..", a quiet voice says holding said mask.

"Well, now that all of you are done with that-", the set of teeth pipes up.

"Shut it dentures.", you hiss.

Of course the rabbit finds it hilarious.

"Oh Caine this is amazing! Hahaha!", he wipes away a fake tear.

You ignore the group and start to walk away. Only to be yanked back by the set of teeth and eyes.

"Hold on! We need to introduce you to everyone and give you a tour!", they spin you back towards the group.

"Nope, I've had my fair share of social interaction.", you say and try to leave again.

"Great! Now let's explore!", they somehow yank you out of the place you were in and now you're outside. "My name is Caine and I am the ringmaster of this digital world! The tent is where you stay and play! With a multiple amount of activities for-"

You decided to ignore him, taking note of the important bits and pieces. Getting transported to the void before being taken back to the tent.

Feeling worse than earlier, you held your head and leaned against the pillar nearby with your eyes closed.

"Lets get to today's adventure!", Caine says cheerfully.

"Uh, shouldn't we give them a little more time to settle in?", you hear the rag doll say.

"That's what the adventure is for~"

That basta-

"Right you are Jax!", Caine agrees. "Today's adventure will be simple! Since our new friend here is more on the sensitive side, it'll be like the quiet game!"

"Did somebody say there's an insect collection?", a new voice says.

"You'll have to make sure to keep quiet and find a new hiding place every so often. Today's creature is blind but it has good hearing!", the ringmaster says.

After feeling the headache dull, you squint your eyes open and notice that the set of teeth floated up higer.

"Hide from the Glorishtou!"

"What kind of name is that?", you ask.

"Oh yeah, we don't know the newbie's name yet.", Jax says.

"Too late! Now go before you're captured! Good luck!", Caine says before disappearing with a poof.

You sigh and start to walk away.

"Wait a second!", the rag doll runs after you.

"What's going on again?", the new voice you heard says.

"New person Kinger, keep up.", Jax replies.

"Didn't Caine say that today's creature had really good hearing?", the rag doll says nervously.

"So? What's the worse that's gonna happen-"

As soon as he says that a giant yellow beast jumps down and snatches the purple rabbit, catching everyone's attention.

"%$👀!# %$👀!#!! GET THIS THING OFF ME!"

"Eeep!"

It growls before running off.

"Well Jax is as good as dead."

You just stare confused.

Seriously. What IS going on?

There is a huge part of you that wishes that you could have stayed in the darkness.

✨A xylophone✨

~Seline, the person.

Part 2

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Inkworld Character Descriptions (Part 1 - Inkheart)

Note: I said I'd do this in 2020, and then didn't, so here it is now! Also, this is just characters' initial descriptions, otherwise this would be far to long. Please let me know if I've missed anything, and I will add it.

(Sorted by appearance in the book!)

Dustfinger

Page 11: At first, all seemed still outside except for the rain falling, murmuring as if the night had found its voice. But then footsteps approached the house, and the man emerged from the darkness of the yard, his long coat so wet with rain that it clung to his legs. For a split second, as the stranger stepped into the light spilling out of the house, Meggie thought she saw a small furry head over his shoulder, snuffling as it looked out of his rucksack and then quickly disappearing back into it.

Page 12: 'Twelve? My word!' Dustfinger pushed his dripping hair back from his forehead. It reached almost to his shoulders. The stubble around his narrow-lipped mouth was gingery, like the fur of the stray cat Meggie sometimes fed with a saucer of milk outside the door. Ginger hair sprouted from his cheeks, too, sparse as a boys first beard but not long enough to hide three long, pale scars. They made Dustfinger's face look like he'd been smushed and stuck back together again.

Page 27: He appeared so suddenly that Mo almost ran him down. He wore only a sweater, and he was shivering, with his arms over his chest. His coat was probably still damp from last night's rain, but his hair was dry now - a ruffled, sandy mop above his scarred face.

Mo

Page 16: Then he sat down on her bed, passed his hands over his tired face and looked out the window. His hair was as dark as moleskin.

Page 168: He was holding Inkheart. Meggie saw Mo's gaze linger on the book. Capricorn was a tall man, but Mo stood a few centimetres taller, which obviously displeased Capricorn.

Meggie

Page 16: Meggie had fair hair like her mother, who she knew only from a few faded photographs.

Gwin

Page 33: The creature was almost the size of a rabbit, but much, thinner, with a bushy tail now draped over Dustfinger's chest like a fur collar. It dug its slender claws into his sleeve while inspecting with its gleaming beady black eyes, and when it yawned it bared teeth as sharp as needles.

Elinor

Page 40: The woman who came out was older than Mo, quite a lot older - although Meggie could not be quite sure how old grown-up were. Her face reminded Meggie of a bulldog, but perhaps that was more her ferocious expression than its features. She wore a mouse grey sweater and an ash-gray skirt, with a pearl necklace 'round her neck and felt slippers on her feet, the kind of slippers Meggie had to wear when she and Mo had visited an historic castle.

Basta

Page 127: Basta was not a tall man, and his shoulders were almost as narrow as a boy's, but Meggie held her breath when he took a step towards her. She was afraid of him. She had never been so afraid of anyone before, and it wasn't just because of the shotgun in his hand. He had an aura of fury around him, of something keen and biting--

Capricorn

Page 131: Capricorn's dressing gown was red to. He was seated in an armchair when Basta entered the room with the three new arrivals, and a woman was kneeling in front of him cutting his toenails. The chair seemed to small for him. Capricorn was a tall man, and gaunt, as if the skin had been stretched too tight over his bones. His skin was as pale as parchment, his hair cut short and bristly. Meggie couldn't have said if it was grey or very fair.

Page 167: He was wearing a suit as red as the church walls. Only the shirt beneath it was black, and he had a black feather in the buttonhole.

Page 167: 'Did you sleep well, Silvertongue?' He had curiously soft, curving, almost feminine lips, and as he spoke he kept running his little finger along as if to retract them.

Flatnose

Page 161: One of the two men, a tall great tall beanpole, looked as if a giant had pressed his face flat with his thumb.

Cockerell

Page 161: The other was small and thin, with a goatee beard on his receding chin. He kept fiddling with his shotgun, and glowered unpleasantly at the three of them, as if he felt like shooting them on the spot.

Darius

Page 176: The church door opened as if Cockerell had been waiting for this cue. The man he ushered in had his head hunched between his shoulders and looked neither right nor left as he was followed Cockerell. He was small and thin, and couldn't be any older than Mo, but his back was bent like an old man's, and his arms and legs moved awkwardly, as if he didn't quite know what to do with them. He kept nervously adjusting his glasses. The frame was held together over the bridge of his nose with sticky tape, as if it had often been broken. He was clutching a number of books to his chest with his left arm, as if they offered some protection from the stares turned on him from all sides and the sinister place to which he had been brought.

Farid

Page 187: The boy was three of four years older than Meggie. The turban around his head was dirty, his eyes dark in his brown face. He blinked and rubbed them as if he could wipe it all away -- the wrong picture, the wrong place. He looked round the church as if he had never seen such a building before, and how could he? There wouldn't be any churches with spires in his story, or green hills like those would see outside. The robe he wore went down to his brown feet, and in the dim light of the church it shone blue as a patch of the sky.

Fenoglio

Page 257: It was just as Mo had said: in general one thinks of writers as dead, or very, very old. But the man who opened the door to the both of them, after Mo had rung the bell twice, was neither. That is, he was certainly quite old, at least in Meggie's eyes: in his mid-sixties or even older. His face was wrinkled like a turtle's, but his hair was black without a trace of grey (she was to find out later that he dyed it), and he didn't look at all fragile. On the contrary: he planted himself so impressively in the doorway that Meggie was instantly tongue-tied.

Mortola

Page 235: The old woman who looked like a magpie and whom Meggie didn't like to remember was standing beside them, impatiently giving directions.

Page 449: The Magpie rubbed her other leg. They were both wrapped in bandages that could be seen through the dark stockings she wore.

Resa

Page 381: Meggie couldn't see the face of the woman dangling in the net just beyond Dustfinger. She saw only the dark blonde hair, a blue dress, and slender hands clinging to the ropes.

[wordy-little-witch]

So I watched Oppenheimer ((mostly)) for the first time last night and decided some of the lines were. Really good. By golly they were GREAT.

But the movie itself kinda pissed me off, so I stopped about halfway through. Anyway, have some weird incorrect quote meets snippet looking shit bc I love competent Buggy and he deserves to be a lil mad genius

Crocodile had low expectations went he stepped out of the meeting room. Now largely, this would not come as a surprise. He always lowered expectations when Buggy was involved - it was the best he could do for his nerves. The clown was several ounces of unhinged, in both ways expected and entirely, indubitably, vivaciously NOT.

As it was, the logia user believed he avoided aneurysms by sheer luck in the beginning.

Nowadays things had settled more or less. The Guild was running very well, all things considered, their profit was steadily increasing, and every soul on the island had a job or niche they filled happily. He'd even found a few places where Buggy flourished.

This meeting was regarding one of those niches. Aside from being the front man and face of the operation, the clown was also their most skilled chemist, chief explosives expert, and general all-arounder. While he may not go toe to toe with another Emperor in a 1v1 fight, the clown made his uses elsewhere. He was not the blade, the smoking barrel, the weapon - he was the oil in the mechanics of the crew, the fuel to the fires and the one who, more often than not, made the weapons in their hands.

The most recent weapon was the topic for today.

And Buggy was missing.

Annoyed as he was, the logia user remained outwardly calm as he skirted around town in search of the wayward clown. At first, they thought the other may be helping with the legwork of the lower ranks - wouldn't be the first time, certainly would nit be the last - but none of them had seen hide nor hair of the Chairman in days. Unperturbed, Crocodile sent them back to work and continued the search.

Docks were a bust.

The gardens had no hint of blue beyond the specially bred flowers in the back.

The announcement tent was void of bright hair and red noses.

The circus tent had few humans, none of which had seen their captain.

Luckily, Mohji was quick to recommend the kitchens. It was not nearly yet time for a meal, he admitted, but when Buggy fixates on something interesting, he sometimes seems to forget he had a body, let alone one with needs.

That, too, of course, wound up being a failure.

He'd plowed through three cigars already in the impromptu adventures around the isle, and so he was quite close to losing his temper with the apparent and damning lack of clown. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried breathing deeply, carefully, working to dampen the embers of rage and fury from a blaze to something smoldering.

It was, ironically, Alvida and Cabaji, who deigned to metaphorically poke the bear otherwise known as their superior, Galdino bustling about back in the kitchens beyond the counter tops.

"What are you looking for?"

"Fucking Hell," he managed to grit out, shooting a look to the duo before him. Cabaji seemed to cringe back minutely, but Alvida just barely winced. "Don't suppose you've seen the damned clown today?"

"Not yet," Al shrugged with a frown, "but once Gal finishes up his... thing over there-" she gestured over to the candle man still aggressively piling snacks and drinks into a bag, "- we're going to find him."

"Well," the older man barked a mirthless laugh, "I can definitely tell you where he's not. Been looking for his ass since seven."

Alvida grimaced, nodding while her fingers toyed with the end of her mace. "Yikes. Meeting?"

"Obviously."

"Captain had a tendency," Cabaji cut in with a rueful expression, "to fixate far too long on something interesting - usually to... rather unpleasant results."

The logia user gave a low growl of a hum, flicking ash from his cigar. "I'll be sure to show him unpleasant once I find him. Bastard missed our meeting and still has yet to show."

The dark haired woman pursed her lips, eyes narrowing. One could nearly see the gears turning in her head. "For the weapons?"

"Somethijg like that," he nodded, "it was initially the firearms he was designing and testing, but it's since expanded to the bombs and other explosives he's been blabbering on about." Glancing down, he paused at the wide eyed look on the other two, shooting a glance over to see Galdino now quietly screaming to himself as he grabbed several first aid kits to throw into the bag. Arching a brow, he turned back. "... am I missing something here?"

"When was the last time you saw him??"

He paused, averted his gaze in consideration. Last glimpse of the clown had been.... what, when they'd gotten the shipment in for Mihawk's eyeliner? Buggy had been picking up something at the docks and had been practically vibrating, in casual clothes as opposed to his onesie suit as he jabbered some poor girl's ear off over a strangely colored box. The emblem had been for a chemical company, he believed, one of the few that Buggy actually trusted to order ores and such from. That had been back on the 23rd. He relayed this to the others.

Alvids winced. Cabaji sighed. Galdino went into the walk in freezer, sealed the door, and muffled screams were heard before he came back out with a tub of ice cream.

"He's probably at his workshop," the wax man stated plainly. "Mohji said he was there on his last shift."

"Shift?"

"Buggy wrangling," the woman answered simply. "When that idiot gets too invested, everything else falls away. Short of a crew emergency, he's essentially a hermit. We take shifts to check on him, make sure he eats or hasn't died somehow."

Crocodile vaguely wanted for a different plant in his smoke source if only to mitigate the pounding in his temples, but he simply nodded, gesturing for them to lead the way.

As it turned out, Buggy's general workshop was near his tent.

His experimental workshop was much, much further out.

And there was cackling coming from inside.

When Galdino took point, the other two fell into place at his back. Believing it to be far from necessary for such formations, Crocodile considered barging past them all.

Then the door swung open and a blue blur damn near slammed into the wax user.

Buggy was a veritable mess, smudges on his cheeks, a line pressed across his cheek bones and bridge of his nose, mildly irritated from the red-pink lines. The shadows around his eyes made the blue of his irises seem lighter than usual, especially with the glassy, manic spark to them. His hair was in a bun, mostly, loose strands bouncing with the many pencils, pens and.... beaker(???) tucked in there.

He was sans makeup, only the barest red stain to hip lips, Crocodile noticed, as the giggly man almost squealed.

"Guys! Oh em gee, hiiii~" His arms clung to the taller man, almost clambering up as her shimmied and bounced. "I did a thing," he blabbered excitedly, "and it's SO COOL and I wanna tell Croco-chan and Hawky and everyone and it's gonna be so cool, I promise, so super duper mega ultra cool and- OH HI CROCCY COME SEE!!!!"

As if the natural whirlwind of a clown was not bad enough, it seemed Buggy was running on pure liquid energy. Hands coveted in gloves clenched hard on his hook and bodily dragged him into the workshop as their owner seemed to word vomit in a language all too unknown for the businessman to follow. He caught a few bits and pieces of things here and there, trying to follow the other and rebalance himself - the blue haired man had nearly yanked him straight off his feet - when he caught sight of some chalk boards, cork boards and entirely too many letters, numbers, symbols and a graph, of all things, emblazoned nearly across the entire far wall.

Alvida sighed softly, earning a glance. She gestured back to Buggy.

When he turned, it was to be met with the clown bouncing on his toes, clapping as he looked between the larger man and a decently sized ball on the table.

Uncertain as to what exactly he was looking at and unsure of how exactly to handle this manic man, Crocodile simply blinked. "What... is this, again?"

"It's my prototype," the other squeaked, moving to rub his cheeks roughly with a grin, hands falling to shake roughly at shoulder height as he beamed. "See, I was working on those guns ya know. And so as I was doing the papers, I was thinking to myself, 'ya know buggy ol boy, you haven't checked the Idea Book in a while' and so I was like 'yeah, brain I haven't!!' So I DID and when I did, I saw some old theories on explosives and how Buster Calls work because the Navy is fucking batshit and decided anyone not good enough for them deserves to blow up so then I thought 'oh I wanna make my own buster call but BUGGY STYLE', so I went to my theory section and theory can take you only so far, so THEN I reached out to Emie-chan!!! And she had some AWESOME scientific journals because she works for Sky-Lines, that big big big lab, and I was reading them and it HIT ME, HYDROGEN!!!!" Small but calloused gloved hands caught Croc's hoop again as Buggy turns back to rambling, the former catching a few words here and there between the waterfall of words. Something about neutrons, chain reactions, and heavy hydrogen? He blanked.

"Buggy," a softer voice cut in. The two highest ranking men in the room turned, catching sight of Alvida and Cabaji both frowning, the former leaning into the latter while Galdino tried to hand her an apple. The wax man had spoken, looking to the captain. "I'm sorry to interrupt but 'Vida's been feeling unwell for a while-"

Immediately, the unstoppable hurricane of a clown seemed to practically teleport with the speed he got over there with. "What happened, what's wrong?"

"Cramps," she grimaced, hand moving to her abdomen. "No big deal, Bugs-"

"You haven't eaten," Cabaji cut in with a definite attempt at a worried scowl.

"I don't want to," she grumbled, taking hidden glances at Buggy.

The jester for his part took her hands gently. "You gotta eat, Vida, it should help your body settle."

She put on a show of deliberating, then, in a voice Crocodile had never heard from her before, she struck. "Will you eat with me?"

"Of course," Buggy assured, reaching out to take the apple in hand. A green one was handed to Alvida and they playfully bonked the two fruits together before biting into them.

Buggy hummed. "These are pretty good! Ya know, I don't think I've had this kind of apple before what kind is it?"

"Night night apples."

"What."

And then suddenly there was a thump, the other three quickly separating while Galdino pulled out the first aid kit, Alvida grabbing a cloth, and Cabaji checking other over for injuries.

Crocodile stared.

"What the fuck just happened?"

"Sometimes you gotta manipulate a clown into eating a drugged apple," Vida said without hesitation. "Any concussion?"

"Seems fine," Cabaji nodded, glancing to Galdino who quickly confirmed.

Once certain there were no wouldst, Alvida passed over the cloth and went to a filing cabinet, humming softly as she flicked through the folders before pulling out one covered in cutesy duck stickers, labeled 'for croco-baby' on the tab. She handed it over with a smile.

Now possibly far more confused than before, he took the folder and watched as the unicyclist picked up the clown easily and all three trotted out casually. He watched them head back to the tents, carefully avoiding prying eyes, and dip into Buggy's personal tent with no ounce of hesitation.

Fucking hell.

He needed a stiff drink. Or several.

He looked at the folder. A little duck sticker was winking at him, holding a heart.

Make that damned case.

[msfbgraves]

Why does Terry think (lowkey believe?) that the Don “touched” Daniel? The fact that Terry lashed out and said that makes me think this has been at the back of his mind for a while. Yeah, the Don’s…a little too close and too cuddly with his boy, but we all know nothing happened. Maybe Daniel’s just too precious for his own good 😆 Terry almost comes off as being…a little insecure? Jealous too, of their relationship. Then again, Terry comes off as one of those deeply possessive Alphas who can’t stand when their omega even smiles at someone—especially another Alpha, even if they’re family! In another verse, Terry would lowkey be jealous of his own kids cuddling up with Daniel lmao.

The Watsonian explanation for that is simply that they're so close, so freely affectionate with each other, that Terry is:

absolutely jealous, it wasn't like that with his Daddy

he's obsessed with loyalty, how can Daniel's not be absolute to him?

He's an Alpha, and he knows from experience the effect omegas can have. Still he wasn't like that with Mandy (is that even true? These two are very, very close, if they are siblings).

I feel that, however determined I am about omegas especially being absolutely capable of having loving relationships with all genders, I would be lying if there wasn't something unique about the relationships between Alphas and omegas. It isn't as strong with Daniel and his two eldest siblings - they grew up with him as a kid brother who got sticky and wanted their toys and who they had to watch out for. But the Don did not grow up with omega family, by and large. And he's besotted with his youngest, in a way that you know you shouldn't play favourites, but he loves him and the boy is so affectionate and there's this hunger for tenderness inside most Alphas, and especially the Don because his life has been so tough. So now to have this sweet, kind, lovely, beautiful darling omega pup that wants nothing more than cuddles and piggyback rides and hugs and kisses, it nourished something inside him he didn't even know he needed. Is that all? Yes, because the Don is a man of great discipline who would never let it be anything other than that. Is that really all, though? No one's ever asked, of course, that would get them filleted, but yes, that is all because that is all the Don would ever allow it to be. Basta. That's his pup, how dare people.

Terry of course has heard many a sordid tale of "kitties" being "touched" by their Alpha parents, or family members, so he would be suspicious about that. Also the idea drives him half frantic, the Don somehow having that over him as well.

Daniel knows nothing like that ever happened, he's never feared it from his Pop, and it really pisses him off that Terry would be thinking something like that about his father, whom Daniel admires and loves so much, as if he wanted to come between them. Daniel is married to him and wears his mark, what more does Terry need?!

The Doylist reason is no, I did not put that in there on purpose, but people kept remarking on it and it is true that there is a lot of footage of De Niro playing Ralph Macchio's Dad, but that is nothing if not suggestive. And then, of course, there are pictures of De Niro with Ralph doing press, and there is still something there between them - great affection from Bobby's side, hero worship from Ralphie's side, and I get a sense that De Niro was trying to contain himself a little around Ralph. He's very ambivalent. Very, very close, in body language, but always turned away - he really never looks Ralph in the eye directly on photos when not in character. People say that is simply Bob being Bob, and sure, he's well known for that, but something about those pictures raises the same questions people have about the Don and Daniel: why the tension between them? I think it simply bled into the story.

[eurovision-del]

Sanremo comes to an end tonight. I’ll confess, I haven’t been watching each night, but I have taken the time to check out all the competing songs, and here’s my ranking:

Mahmood – Tuta gold

Ricchi e Poveri – Ma non tutta la vita

Alfa – Vai!

La Sad – Autodistruttivo

Clara – Diamanti grezzi

Dargen D’Amico – Onda alta

Il Tre – Fragili

Annalisa – Sinceramente

Loredana Bertè – Pazza

BigMama – La rabbia non ti basta

Irama – Tu no

Sangiovanni – Finiscimi

The Kolors – Un ragazzo, una ragazza

Emma – Apnea

Fiorella Mannoia – Mariposa

Geolier – I’ p’ me, tu p’ te

Angelina Mango – La noia

Fred De Palma – Il cielo non ci vuole

Renga & Nek – Pazzo di te

Ghali – Casa mia

Maninni – Spettacolare

Diodato – Ti muovi

Mr. Rain – Due altalene

Bnkr44 – Governo punk

Il Volo – Capolavoro

Alessandra Amoroso – Fino a qui

Santi Francesi – L’amore in bocca

Rose Villain – Click Boom!

Gazzelle – Tutto qui

Negramaro – Ricominciamo tutto

Firstly, Mahmood was far and away my clear standout with Tuta gold. There’s something so effortlessly catchy about Mahmood’s style, and his distinct voice and charisma as a performer really set him apart for me. I like how it uses the little phone tone sound in the chorus as a hook and also to tie into the lyrics of the song. In fact, the song as a whole is really well produced, and I honestly want to listen to it over and over.

That said, there are still plenty of other great entries here. I found Ricchi e Poveri’s performance very memorable with them wrapped in the giant bow at the start, and the track itself is fun and exciting, and really benefits from the Sanremo orchestra, with all those violins going at the start. Vai! was another song I distinctly remembered after just one listen, with that little whoo-hoo and accompanying whistle making for a very catchy hook. I really enjoy the energy of the song and how uplifting it sounds. Autodistruttivo is a solid rock song, the ‘oh-ooh-oh’s might be a little generic but the overall punchy sound of the song is great, and I like La Sad’s distinctive look. I also really like Diamanti grezzi, it’s another song I think is really well produced, I especially like how the beat sounds in the pre-chorus.

If Mahmood hadn’t already been to Eurovision twice in the last past five years, he’d definitely be my pick to go. In fact, I like Tuta gold enough that I probably would be excited to see him in this year’s Eurovision too, but I’d also be very happy to see Italy send someone else for a change. As usual they’ve got plenty of options – I tended to prefer the upbeat, energetic songs over the ballads this year, but Italy will likely do well with just about any of these songs just thinking about Eurovision. Unfortunately I’m not going to be able to stay up tonight to find out the winner, but I am excited to find out tomorrow who they’re going to send!

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[lucygraysboy]

“is that how you really feel? like you have to compete for my attention with jesse and the other guys?” billy inquires, a hint of gentleness laced with concern ringing in his voice. for once, he knows better than to trust her laughter. “it gets stressful.” it’s his turn to let out a dry chuckle, trying to turn his very serious words into a joke but ultimately failing. he grows serious, looking past her at the frosty window. “it’s a blessing, knowing you have so many people in your corner, but it’s also… yeah, it is stressful at times. i don’t want to make any of my friends feel left out, want to include everyone in everything, but that doesn’t always work out the way i want it to. i also always want to prioritize you, but that doesn’t always work out either,” he admits quietly, cheeks flushed in shame. he wasn’t aware there was some competition. she’s always been his number one. “but you should know how it is, you’re so loved, too. by so many animals and children, so many people from our town, young and old, and so many boys… god, you have no idea how many of ‘em have a crush on you.” he’s quick to turn the attention back to her, wondering if maybe they should save subjects like this one for the late night or early morning hours. “oh, that’s a great idea actually. what about… basta? it’s basically like that’s enough. we could just say basta and the other person would know they’d crossed a boundary,” he supplies, watching her recapture his hand and bring it to her cheek. he graces her with a sweet smile, his heart expanding, his palm molding and curling against her warm skin, holding her with nothing but affection and tenderness. “but you don’t need a safe word if you ever feel like we’re moving too fast, alright? you just tell me that, tell me to stop, tell me how you feel and — i’d never do anything against your will, lucy gray. i hope you know that.” he might joke about how lonely he feels at night when she wants to breathe and needs more space, but he’ll always respect her decision. 

“it’s okay. i love when you trick me. i mean, i’ve had more than enough time to warm up to it.” he loves her playful nature even if it often means that he’s left confused or weirded out. still, he wouldn’t want to have her any other way. his little prankster. “funny you say that,” that she told her mama about him the very day they met, the mere thought making his chest expand, “because i did the same thing. i went home feelin’ all fluttery and light and stuff. when my ma asked what happened, why i was suddenly so giddy and talkative, i told her ‘bout you. i told her how i helped this one rainbow fairy climb off the fence, how she held my hand, how her dress sparkled in the sun and… your eyes. i talked ‘bout them alone for an hour straight.” he wonders if she realizes how quickly he fell for her, how little it took to flip his world upside down. “alright, makes sense, but if i’m the prince then you must be the princess. the rainbow fairy and the most beautiful princess in the entire kingdom, that’s you,” he coos, squeezing her hand. three times. always three times. “yeah, we have to get goin’. i’m actually starvin’.” he sits up first, gently tugging on her hand to help her up. he might want to prolong this moment, but his stomach would only get vocal and embarrass him. “oh, we takin’ your car? and you’re lettin’ me drive? now that’s an honor.” laughing softly as he lets go of her hand to slip on his jacket and tug the black beanie over his head, it’s a little too small but he doesn’t care. all that he cares about is the fact that lucy gray’s loved him since the day they met. “wish the weather was better. you could sit in my lap and we’d drive together,” he jokes, unplugging their phones.

“all these years and it sounds like it’s been one huge competition with them…” she laughs a little at realizing at how far this war with jesse and the rest of them trying to hog billy’s attention from her goes back. “what’s it feel like to have so many tryin’ to have your undivided attention? you’re so loved, billy.” lucy gray amusingly smiles, despite how it has all too often made her jealous and angry during the most moments where jesse has won in stealing too much time with billy away from her. or when she’s felt he’s let him influence him and chose jesse over her in those moments…she has a lot of anger held back because of it. but even still, she can be happy it’s not just her who loves billy. “yeah, you got a good point.” she softly agrees, looking down in thought. thinking that was smart. “spanish?” the only idea that comes to mind, shrugging her shoulders as she lifts her head, “something said in spanish?” or anything else works, too. watching him move his hand back away, eyes follow it all the way to where he rests it against his chest. a cute smile pulls at lucy gray’s lips, she was too observant to not see he was respecting boundaries. it was kind of adorable how she could teach him things and he always learned, never pushed and went against what she wanted. unlike too many men in the world. maybe people in general. it made her heart just swell fonder and made her want his touch, so she took his hand back, kissed it and put it back on her cheek. “sorry for trickin’ you.” smile grew wider, “but you made my day because you went fallin’ for it. i went home blabberin’ on and on to my mama that day how a cowboy prince saved me.” the songstress laughs, it’s funny how at five years old, of what a young mind can be so convinced of. it was like he had really saved her from something as tall as a skyscraper. but then her smile slightly softened…he really doesn’t get how in love she was with him that day. he probably thinks she’s making it up or it was puppy love. he doesn’t get he’s still her boyfriend in her mind. “oh, darlin’, it’s not about what you wear that makes you a prince. it’s the way you act, that makes you a prince.” she clarifies, smiling sweetly again as they hold hands. “the muddy cowboy hat and boots was what made you way more special than cinderella’s fancy prince. you were different and i knew it even that day.” she proudly states. “should we leave now? i’ll let you drive.”

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“But Orpheus had imagined the Silver Prince very much taller.” — Inkdeath, pg.398

[littlebodyinkheart]

HERE IT ISSS MY STUPID DDLC X INKHEART AU!!

Unfortunately, the file got messed up when I pasted it here, so I couldn't add any fancy visual effects to it (trust me when I say it looked SO much better in the original file), so I guess we'll just have to take what we can get.

So enjoy :D (I hope)

Ladies and gents of the Inkheart (and DDLC) community, I, @hearts4capricorn , present to you:

DOKI DOKI!🖋

❤️‍🔥FIRE RAISERS CLUB!❤️‍🔥

Monika - Capricorn

Sayori - Dustfinger

Natsuki - Basta

Yuri - Mo

Greetings, Capricorn here!

Welcome to the Fire Raisers! It's always been a dream of mine to reach the top and do great things, as of starting this “club” if you will, will only make things easier for me. Now that you're also a Fire Raiser, you can help me make that dream come true in this fantasy novel.

Every day is full of chit-chat and activities with all of my loyal and unique club members:

Dustfinger, the youthful and optimistic “Fire Dancer” who values life the most;

Basta, the deceivingly hot-headed boy who packs an assertive punch; also my most loyal henchman;

Mortimer Folchart, the timid and mysterious one who finds comfort in the world of books;

...And, of course, Capricorn, the leader of the club. (That's me)

I'm expecting you to make friends with everyone and help the Fire Raisers become stronger than ever. But I can tell already that you're a sweetheart—will you promise to spend the most time with me?

Mo poems

Act 1, second day

Ghost under the light

My hair illuminates beneath the amber glow.

Glowing.

It must be this one.

The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.

The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.

I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.

The light flickers.

I flicker back.

Act 1, third day

On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer

Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,

And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;

Round many western islands have I been

Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.

Oft of one wide expanse had I been told

That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;

Yet did I never breathe its pure serene

Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies

When a new planet swims into his ken;

Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes

He star’d at the Pacific — and all his men

Look’d at each other with a wild surmise —

Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

Act 1, fourth day

The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung up in America

Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,

Who after birth didst by my side remain,

Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,

Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,

Made thee in rags, halting to th’ press to trudge,

Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).

At thy return my blushing was not small,

My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,

I cast thee by as one unfit for light,

The visage was so irksome in my sight;

Yet being mine own, at length affection would

Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.

I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,

And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.

Act 2

Tyrant

My first thought was, he lied in every word,

That hoary cripple, with malicious EYE

Askance to watch the working of his lie

On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford

Suppression of the glee, that purs’d and scor’d

Its edge, at one more victim gain’d thereby …

The Bell

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space – began to toll,

AS ALL THE HEAVENS WERE A BELL,

And Being, but an EAR,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

WreTCHEDed, solitary, HERE

C ICORN S L ST ENING

Dustfinger poems

Act 1, second day

Dear fire

The way you glow and crackle in the night,

It makes me feel like you missed me too.

Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed.

Making me rub the sleep from my eyes.

Are you asking me to come out and play?

Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day?

I look above. The sky is of deep blue.

It's a secret, but I trust you too.

If it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever.

But I'm not mad.

I want to play with you.

Act 1, third day

And I to fire

My Love is like to ice, and I to fire:

How comes it then that this her cold so great

Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,

But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat

Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,

But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

And feel my flames augmented manifold?

Dustfinger's poetry pamphlet poem

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Get.

Out.

Of.

My.

Head.

Ashes denote that fire was;

Respect the grayest pile

For the departed creature’s sake

That hovered there awhile.

But a fire never actually dies.

It just stops moving.

Basta poems

Act 1, second day

Knives

Knives are sharp.

Knives are dangerous.

Knives are fun.

Knives can kill.

Knives can make you feel alive.

Knives go away.

Act 1, third day

Sharp

each night

when I go to bed

I lay on my side

because there are

knives in my back

and knives in my head

lying on my back

or lying on my chest

would only push the

knives in further

But then comes a hand

To guide me through the dark

And when I reach to grab it

The knives retract with a spark

Act 1, fourth day

Because you

Tomorrow will be brighter with me around

But when today is dim, I can only look down.

My looking is a little more forward

Because you look at me.

When I want to say something, I say it with a shout!

But my truest feelings can never come out.

My words are a little less empty

Because you listen to me.

When something is above me, I reach for the stars.

But when I feel small, I don't get very far.

My standing is a little bit taller

Because you sit with me.

I believe in myself with all of my heart.

But what do I do when it's torn all apart?

My faith is a little bit stronger

Because you trusted me.

My pen always puts my feelings to the test.

I'm not a good writer, but my best is my best.

My poems are a little bit dearer

Because you think of me.

Because you, because you, because you.

Act 2

Too many

"There’s too many”,

And they looked at me.

Did someone stab me?

It felt like it.

And then they said my name.

Did someone twist the knife?

It hurts.

Basta's request

I don't know how else to bring this up. But there's been something I've been worried about. Dustfinger has been acting kind of strange lately. You've only been here a few days, so you may not know what I mean. But he's not normally like this. He's always been sarcastic and lively and annoyingly energetic ...things like that.

Okay... This is really embarrassing, but I'm forcing myself to suck it up. The truth is, I'm REALLY worried about him. But I would rather DIE than try talking to him about it. He's my WORST ENEMY. I don't know what to do. I think you're the only person that he'll listen to. I don't know why. But please try to do something. Maybe you can convince him to talk to someone.

I've always wanted to try getting closer to “Dirty-Finger” and it actually really hurts me to see this happening. I know I'm going to hate myself later for admitting that, but right now I don't care. I just feel so helpless. So please see if you can do something to help. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. I'll even give you my knife for a day if I have to. Just please try to do something.

As for Capricorn... I don't know why, but he's been making me feel weird recently. Something in his eyes makes me freeze in fear when he glances at me, and I feel like I'm missing something important that I can't remember. So I'm trying my best to avoid getting him mad right now, and that's why I'm coming to you about this. DON'T LET HIM KNOW I WROTE THIS!!!! Just pretend like I gave you a really good poem, okay? I'm counting on you. Thanks for reading.

“I changed my mind.”

“Ignore everything you just read”

“There's no point in trying to do anything”

“It's Dustfinger's own fault that he's so unlikable”

“Can you hear me, reader?”

“If you would just spend more time with Capricorn, all these problems would go away.”

“Silvertongue and I are too messed up for someone as wonderful as you.”

“Just think of Capricorn from now on.”

“Just Capricorn.”

Just Capricorn.

Just Capricorn.

Just Capricorn.

*game restart*

Cornelia Funke

(Team Salvato)

Just Capricorn.

Capricorn poems

Act 1, second day

The Lady Who Knows Everything

An old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.

The Lady who Knows Everything.

A beautiful lady who has found every answer,

All meaning,

All purpose,

And all that was ever sought.

And here I am,

a feather

Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.

Day after day, I search.

I search with little hope, knowing legends don't exist.

But when all else has failed me,

When all others have turned away,

The legend is all that remains -

the last dim star glimmering in the twilight sky.

Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.

I fall.

And I fall and fall, and fall even more.

Gentle as a feather.

A dry quill, expressionless.

But a hand catches me, between the thumb and forefinger.

The hand of a beautiful lady.

I look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze.

The Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.

Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice.

"I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.

There is no meaning.

There is no purpose.

And we seek only the impossible.

I am not your legend.

Your legend does not exist."

And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind.

Act 1, third day

Hole in Wall

It couldn't have been me.

See, the direction the spackle protrudes.

A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home.

I peer inside for a clue.

No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.

But it's too late. My retinas.

Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.

It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright.

It was too deep.

Stretching forever into everything.

A hole of infinite choices.

I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.

I was looking out.

And she, on the other side, was looking in.

Act 1, fourth day

Hole in wall 2

But she wasn't looking at me.

Confused, I frantically glance at my surroundings.

But my burned eyes can no longer see color.

Are there others in this room? Are they talking?

Or are they simply words on flat sheets of paper,

The sound of frantic scrawling playing tricks on my ears?

The room begins to crinkle.

Closing in on me.

The air I breathe dissipates before it reaches my lungs.

I panic. There must be a way out.

It's right there. She's right there.

Swallowing my fears, I brandish my pen.

Act 2

Wheel.

A rotating wheel. Turning an axle. Grinding. Bolthead. Linear gearbox. Falling sky. Seven holy stakes. A docked ship. A portal to another world. A thin rope tied to a thick rope. A torn harness. Parabolic gearbox. Expanding universe. Time controlled by slipping cogwheels. Existence of God. Swimming with open water in all directions. Drowning. A prayer written in blood. A prayer written in time-devouring snakes with human eyes. A thread connecting all living human eyes. A kaleidoscope of holy stakes. Exponential gearbox. A sky of exploding stars. God disproving the existence of God. A wheel rotating in six dimensions. Forty gears and a ticking clock. A clock that ticks one second for every rotation of the planet. A clock that ticks forty times every time it ticks every second time. A bolthead of holy stakes tied to the existence of a docked ship to another world. A kaleidoscope of blood written in clocks. A time-devouring prayer connecting a sky of forty gears and open human eyes in all directions. Breathing gearbox. Breathing bolthead. Breathing ship. Breathing portal. Breathing snakes. Breathing God. Breathing blood. Breathing holy stakes. Breathing human eyes. Breathing time. Breathing prayer. Breathing sky. Breathing wheel.

Open Your Third Eye

I can feel the tenderness of her skin through the knife, as if it were an extension of my sense of touch. My body nearly convulses. There's something incredibly faint, deep down, that screams to resist this uncontrollable pleasure. But I can already tell that I'm being pushed over the edge. I can't... I can't stop myself.

And suddenly all I see is red. Red blood. Red church. Red cathedral. Red satin. Red God. Red sky.

And the eye opens.

Act 3

Happy End.

Pen in hand, I find my strength.

The courage endowed upon me by my one and only love.

Together, let us dismantle this crumbling world

And write a novel of our own fantasies.

With a flick of his pen, the lost finds his way.

In a world of infinite choices, behold this special day.

After all,

Not all good times must come to an end.

Mo words

1. Pages

2. Book

3. Journal

4. Fantasy

5. Imagination

6. Words

7. Journey

8. Judgement

9. Landscape

10. Philosophy

11. Portrait

12. Intellectual

13. Analysis

14. Atone

15. Question

16. Time

17. Variance

18. Story

19. Novel

20. Tenacious

Dustfinger words

1. Fire

2. Adventure

3. Daydream

4. Match

5. Dancer

6. Summon

7. Fairy

8. Marten

9. Fireworks

10. Family

11. Home

12. Coward

13. Forgive

14. Friendship

15. Nature

16. Garden

17. Return

18. Scars

19. Unrequited

20. Secret

Basta words

1. Knife

2. Sharp

3. Edge

4. Neglect

5. Trust

6. Loyalty

7. Betrayal

8. Curse

9. Hex

10. Spell

11. Luck

12. Superstitious

13. Clairvoyant

14. Cat

15. Mint

16. Jacket

17. Anxiety

18. Tough

19. Blade

20. Dagger

+ Bonus!

Capricorn words

1. Shadow

2. Red

3. Cathedral

4. Master

5. Heart

6. Tyrant

7. Murder

8. Ashes

9. Memory

10. Crimson

11. Lust

12. Cage

13. Climax

14. Massacre

15. Wrath

16. Hate

17. Childhood

18. Father

19. King

20. Ink

Your Reality.

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you

In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

Just move your hand, write the way into his heart

But in this world of infinite choices

What will it take just to find that special day?

What will it take just to find that special day?

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?

When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway

When I can't even read my own feelings

What good are words when a smile says it all?

And if this world won't write me an ending

What will it take just for me to have it all?

Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?

Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

How can I write love into reality?

If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat

What do you call love in your reality?

And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you

I'll leave you be.

CREDITS✒️

Doki Doki Literature Club! - Dan Salvato

Monika, Natsuki, Yuri, Sayori - Dan Salvato

Your Reality - Dan Salvato, Jillian Ashcraft

Poems “Ghost Under The Light”, “Because you”, “Wheel”, “Open Your Third Eye”, “Happy End”, “Dear Sunshine/Fire”, “Hole in wall”, “Hole in wall 2”, “The Lady who Knows Everything” - Doki Doki Literature Club!

Inkheart - Cornelia Funke

Capricorn, Mortimer Folchart, Basta, Dustfinger - Cornelia Funke

POEM CREDITS✒️

“Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came”

(Tyrant) - Robert Browning

“I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain”

(The Bell) - Emily Dickinson

“The Tenth Muse Lately sprung up in America” - Anne Bradstreet

“On First Looking into Chapman's Homer” - John Keats

“My love is like to ice, And I to Fire”

(And I to Fire) - Edmund Spenser

“Ashes denote that fire was”

(Dustfinger's poetry pamphlet poem)

- Emily Dickinson

“Knives” - user “Izzy” on hellopoetry.com

“Sharp” (short fragment from “knives”) - user “Rick Adams” on hellopoetry.com

@peppermintfreak @tintenherzundseele @a-pun-and-ten-dead

[suspectshicmuon]

“Raon, could u introduce yourself and your family?” PART 1

Raon: Behold! I’m the great and mighty Raon Miru with the grand total of 7 years old!

I like human, my family and apple pie!

“Who is human and ur family Raon?”

Raon: My human is someone who save me when I’m tortured and he is weak and too kind! That’s why I have to protect him! I know him less than a month, but if smth happens to him, I’ll kill everyone in the continent and then myself!

“😅 How about ur family Raon?”

Raon: I have so many family members with my human!!! I’ll start with my awesome Noona and Hyung! I met them with human! Noona is genius but not great and mighty like me yet! She’s becoming more and more like human this days!

Hyung is getting stronger with his poison and we like to play, sleep, practice and bother Noona together, so we will always run from angry Noona together! It’s fun! We also like to play with the wolves and tigers!

Then there’s Goldie Gramps and Lemonade Gramps! Human always avoid the ‘talk’ given by them! I wonder why? It always happen when I follow human way of talking like ‘white sh*t, basta*d, fuc*king someone’! Goldie Gramps is just socially awkward golden dragon who doesn’t know how to shake hands! So he’s not scary!

Lemonade gramps always taking care human and human is scared of him! Hehehehe so when he don’t want to wake up, Noona will just call Lemonade gramps and then we will find human already in the shower! Lemonade gramps is an assassin and strong!

Kind Beacrox’s food is delicious! I love steak cooked by him and always eat it together with human, Noona and hyung! Just request him anything and kind Beacrox always satisfy my taste bud!

But strong Choi Han always destroy Kind Beacrox’s kitchen! I don’t how he do it, maybe bcs he’s too strong? Strong Choi Han always protect human or carry him when he faint or cough blood! His smile is warm and we like to play with him! And if u want to find him, he’s always by my human side!

Also cookie prince always brings us cookies! His cookies is delicious! Even though its not good as that white thing! Cookie prince has a smile like my human and I’m still learning how to smile like that!

Smart Rosalyn and Good Mary is cool and great woman! Smart Rosalyn looks beautiful with his red mana! I always take a walk with Good Mary around the forest to collect more skeletons and see the world together!

And I like to spent my time with mom too! She’s the dragon lord! Great and mighty just like me! And when I’m older, I’ll be more great and mighty dragon lord! My mom is gorgeous and I love her! It was thanks to human that I got to meet her!

[aleximustd13]

🇮🇹🤘 Italian indie rock bands masterpost 🤘🇮🇹

So I'm seeing a LOT of support toward Måneskin from people pretty much all around the globe by now and that made me so damn happy that I decided to make a post about some Italian bands from the alt-rock/metal scene I know/listen to that I think you (hopefully!!) would love as well <3

Måneskin

What's more to say about Måneskin? I've known them for ten seconds and they're already consuming my life. Peak bisexual energy. The lyrics are what I wish I could write; Damiano's voice is what I wish I sounded like; their instrumentals is what I wish my life was like; their aesthetic is how I wish I could dress like. God speed beautiful you bastards, can't wait to see you at the top of the world

IN NOME DEL PADRE ("In the name of the Father") is angry, sleazy and sinful, just like Damiano comparing himself to Jesus Christ in the lyrics for all the times he "died" (ergo the failed attempts to break through as a musician or, more generally, all the hardship he went through his life) but every time it was worth it (Son morto più di cento volte, mai morto invano trad. "I died more than one hundred times, but never in vain").

He states that he won't forget the past and all the people who doubted him, looked at him as if he was insane or didn't take him or his passion seriously because of his young age, that he'll never stop aiming for the sky (Toccare il cielo e tornare a mangiare asfalto trad. "To touch the sky and come back face down in the dirt"), that the stage isn't enough for him and he hungers for more (Ehi, fate spazio, fatene tanto /Che adesso non mi basta il mondo, non mi basta il palco trad. Hey, get out of my way/ Because the stage is not enough, the world is not enough for me). I get Mötley Crüe's Too Fast For Love era and Appetite for Destruction vibes from this, anyone else?

Go check out "Coraline" (heartbreaking ballad about a girl who grew up with huge insecurities in an unfriendly environment and great sensitivity to whom the singer offers a possibility to open up to him, pure poetry) and "Vent'anni" ("Twenty years", it's along the lines of In nome del Padre, talks about the youth who isn't taken seriously by others when they talk about their dreams, especially if that dream is to become a musician/artist, 10/10 very angry) if you haven't already! They're two of my favorite songs by them who am I kidding the whole fucking album is my favorite song by them

Afterhours

they're the spiritual fathers to Måneskin in a way (Afterhours' singer, Manuel Agnelli, was their coach when the band entered X-Factor's latest edition) and a pillar of Italy's indie scene. The singer looks a worryingly lot like Severus Snape but that adds to his decadent hero's charm

cryptic lyrics, haunting bassline, tormented voice: Male di Miele literally means "pain of honey" or "honeyache" (a juxtaposition that i find brilliant) and has been defined as "the italian Smells Like Teen Spirit" which I think is incredibly accurate

check out "Dentro Marilyn" ("Inside Marilyn") from their first album too to appreciate Manuel's vocal abilities at their fullest!

Superhorror

Previously named "Superhorrorfuck", they're the epitome of what I want the "Glam/Shock rock revival" to be like. Exhaggerated, flashy, just too much and unique in the modern scene, they resurrected what KISS, Mötley Crüe, Rob Zombie and Alice Cooper started back in the 70s and 80s: it doesn't take too long to realize where they took inspiration for their iconic makeup from! Edward's maniacal voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard (but, like, in a good way) accompained with loud, raw and hysterical guitars that make you feel like you snorted ten lines of coke. If Ed's appearance reminded you of a blond Marilyn Manson I'm pretty sure it was his intention.

Here's something from their latest album, came out in 2020, "Italians Die Better":

also little side note: THESE DUDES LITERALLY COME FROM MY OWN TOWN LMAO??? DO I NEED TO SAY MORE LIKE, I THINK THE GUITARIST WENT AT MY SAME HIGHSCHOOL AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT IT'S SO FUCKING COOL

Subsonica

Coming straight from the 90s, another important band in the alternative/electronic italian scene. They all look like they could be my uncles, I trust them

Here's probably their most famous and recognizable song from 1999, "Tutti i miei sbagli" (All my mistakes):

Verdena

another military stone in the alternative/psychedelic rock/grunge scene in Italy, for fine connoisseurs only. if i had to choose only a word to describe them, i'd say "visionaries": every album of theirs is a trip to unexplored, indefinite territories that take you to an undescribable dimension (pretty sure their music is the closest to what overdosing on xanax feels like) and their lyrics don't necessarily make sense. either that or Alberto (the dude on the left in the pic who looks both like Charles Manson and your 14yo cousin who thinks he's a man bc he smokes and has one chesthair) is an alien sent from space and is speaking the language of the gods, but we don't have the means to understand what he's trying to communicate. either way, shit slaps, dude pls make another album

Their first single from 1999, Valvonauta ("Valvenaut"???? A valve astronaut??? I think???? idk man) (don't worry about trying to understand the meaning, more than 20 years have gone by since it came out and nobody has got it yet):

Tre allegri ragazzi morti

literally "Three Happy Dead Lads". Idk man they put me in a good mood while at the same time giving me nostalgia of memories I never had and times I never lived. Great listen if you want to have an existential crisis

if "Male di Miele" is the italian Smells Like Teen Spirit, I consider "Il Mondo Prima" (The World Before) to be the corrispondent to In Bloom: sounds like a very happy-go-lucky song but has a very dark and melancholic meaning behind the lyrics:

The Bastard Sons of Dioniso

Coming from Trentino Alto Adige, the Bastard Sons of Dionysus classified second place at the second edition of italian X-Factor. Their style is very... Theatrical? It's very unique. It's like if a group of renaissance minstrels who used to entertain the Gonzagas took a ride on the time machine (probably invented by Da Vinci, wouldn't be surprised if he thought about it back then or actually made some prototypes even) and got teleported in the future, where they discovered modern instruments but still talked about court life in their lyrics using the dialect of their own time. Oh and also they could kill you, don't test them. Basically Ezio Auditore's favourite band

Yes, L'amor Carnale ("Fleshly love") is about sex, but considered what I told you about them before, you can guess they put it more... Elegantly than say, Mötley Crüe and sleaze rock bands from the 80s 😂😂😂

Umberto Emo

*inhales deeply* now, how can I describe how much I love these boys. They're the equivalent of both having a nervous breakdown and shitposting on main at the same time. Their sound say Bring Me the Horizon but their lyrics say Children of Bodom. You laugh the whole time hearing the singer talking bullshit, but then he'd just scream something that hits you so hard you need to sit down and think about life, as if you were at a party and you were having the time of your life and idk getting drunk tits and dick out and getting head by that hot guy you always had a crush on, and all of a sudden the alarm goes off and you snap out of it realizing that oh you were just dreaming and you remember that you actually don't have any friends and the dude you thirst for has a girlfriend already. These rats from Verona's sewers are one of the few reasons that make me feel proud of where I come from. The only people who know about them are me, my best friend who introduced them to me, and probably their aunts and I wish they were known by SO MANY MORE people and that they had the success they deserved before they split up after such a short timespan of activity. Gone, but never forgotten 😔✊

"Dr. Bepis and Mr. Aids" is a very, very long piece (lasts about 9 minutes) but it is, in my opinion, the one that represents what Umberto Emo is all about the most. it's more of a rage filled medley, where they put all their drabbles and a lot of throwbacks to their other songs together. some of my favorite verses (that can be translated) include:

Datemi un sogno, un sogno banale/ tagliamoci un dito e facciamoci male (trad. "Give me a dream, a mundane dream / let's cut our fingers and let's hurt ourselves"),

Questa è la storia del cavallo omofobo, trottava al galoppo con in culo un microfono / Questa è la storia di Frate Agostino, girava nei bagni e ti offriva un pompino (trad. "This is the story of the horse that was a homophobe, he'd trot and gallop with in the ass a microphone / This is the story of Brother Augustine, he'd skulk in bathrooms and offer you a blowjob"),

Scusatemi per tutto questo, scusatemi ma non ci riesco / E in fin dei conti è colpa mia, in fin dei conti è colpa tua, in fin dei conti non importa / E domani siamo sabbia. (trad. "Forgive me for all of this, forgive me but I can't help it / And in the end it's my fault, in the end it's your fault, in the end it doesn't matter / And tomorrow we'll be sand."),

Io ho mangiato sassi per anni, senza sapere che gusto avessero/ Masticavo i miei stessi denti, privandomi del desiderio / Travolto dai ricordi, come sabbia in questo tempo (trad. "I have been eating rocks for years, without knowing their taste / I've been chewing my own teeth, depriving myself from the desire / Overwhelmed by memories, like sand of this time")

or the self depreciating, passive aggressive Sono ancora triste, quindi uso parole difficili tipo sesquipedale /Che schifo la punteggiatura (trad. I'm still sad, so I use complicated words, like sesquipedal / punctuation sucks)

and the timeless chorus Mario Giordano sei un rettiliano (trad. "Mario Giordano you're a reptilian" I don't know honestly what statement they wanted to make with this other than it rhymes lmao)

which as you can see, range from being completely demented to blasphemous to become a punch in the gut to complete and utter nonsense (and it's only one song!), but the majority of their verses could be simply translated as [angry italian unintelligible screaming] (which, honestly, is a mood anyway). I urge everyone who sees this to go listen to them (especially my italian mutuals) even if you can't understand shit of what they're talking about. I'm sure their music will transcend language barriers

Btw sorry not sorry for the wall of text, they just mean so much to me and I could write a 56 pages long essay about them and their lyrics 😭😭😭 other songs I recommend are Il fumo uccide ma è parte del piano ("Smoking kills but it's part of the plan", opening with "It's raining shit"), Barbara D'Urto (a play on words on an italian talk show host's name Barbara D'Urso,"urto" means bump, clash, collision, but it's also a way to describe someone who rubs you the wrong way), Qvando Cera Lvi (don't worry, the title is nothing but a mockery of the fascist slogan and the lyrics is the epitome of the demented) and idk, everything else they have really, which can all be found on YouTube

Punkreas

i included them almost exclusively because i love the pun they made with their name. as every good punk band out there, they remind you how much society sucks and that you should go against its rules no matter what while making you bang your head to their tunes

"Total disgust" is not only a mood and a critique to politicians and society's consumerism's ways in general, but also a punk rock banger from 1992:

Furor Gallico

Probably the only people from Milan I wouldn't hate on sight, "Gaelic Fury" is a folk metal band who I can't say for sure they have true Gaelic origins, but they sure wish they were born in that time (and if you didn't know, believe me when I tell you this particular metal subgenre is very big in Italy, especially in the northern regions). Their music will take you to distant places forgotten by man, and Davide is the creature of the enchanted forest who'll whisper his land's secrets to you through his lyrics

Diluvio ("Flood") is an inspired and evoking ballad about a man who loves rain and thunderstorms (can relate) in all its forms and at the same time an ode to the marvel of Nature when it unleashes its fury (I could write another whole essay about this song but I'm gonna restrain myself)

Other bands worth checking out bc tumblr doesn't let me add more than ten pics and ten audios in one post: Negrita (I define them the Italian Red Hot Chili Peppers, very chill they put you in a good mood), Litfiba (hard rock for dads), Linea 77 (another important punk rock band from the 90s), Caparezza (a peculiar man, it's hard to describe him lmao but he's a great songwriter and always tries to evolve his style), Rhapsody of Fire (inventors of Epic Power Metal. It's like Power Metal but with more dragons and Christopher Lee)

To anyone who joined me in this journey and stuck around till the end and checked out all the artists:

✨💕Thank you💕✨

I could kiss you rn I'd love to know which one was your favorite and talk about them!!

To anyone who read about only some of them and didn't listen to any or just some of the songs:

💖Thank you💖

I really hope you liked those you checked out!! Tell me what you think and don't be afraid to ask me about the lyrics or something!!

To anyone who couldn't handle the whole 34-pages-long essay and just scrolled past this post/couldn't be bothered to read my ramblings and just went for the songs:

💫💞Thank you💞💫

even only for your patience alone, sorry for clogging your dash with my bullshit lmao (not only with this post, just in general) and I hope you have a great day!!

@ italian mutuals feel free to add more!! Let's make the italian indie rock scene more known to the world!! Unleash the mammamia spirit ❤️❤️❤️