#also this is their song shut up

[onewingedangel3]

the boys are back together<3

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Touch-Starved (canon)

══════☸☸☸════════════☸☸☸══════

otherwise known as; the part where The Puppetmaster finds out he has THE FEELINGS(™, patent pending) for the Combat Harlequin. lmfao

══════☸☸☸════════════☸☸☸══════

"Almost..." His hand trembled at the last piece required. He carefully slotted the optics in place, and twisted the eye multiple times to stick it in place. Within moments, he steps back, and Bubble flared up alive again, checking out his new, updated vision. “Wow! I can see more colors now!” The Blimp spun in place.

“Those new eyes should allow you to broadcast anything you see to me, if I so wished.” He explains, pulling out a small, thin black screen from one of the the desk’s many compartment. He switches it on, and Bubble’s eyes suddenly have a tiny red dot blinking in the middle of it.

So far, so good. The device was working as intended and he could see the top of his dentures from Bubble’s perspective, making Caine grin proudly.

“You may proceed to do your chores once more, the upgrades are done.” He sends the blimp to his merry way, and Bubble only nods before turning away to make his way out of the office. He leans back with a content sigh and closed eyes, satisfied with the work done for the day.

At that very moment, Pomni also opens the door.

She looked… disheveled, to say the least.

“Oh hey Pomni!” The butler blimp greeted with his usual reply. The Harlequin only sent him a look of acknowledgement, knowing that it’s useless to try to spark up a conversation, as Bubble was already making his way out.

Caine blinked once, and then he blinked twice just to make sure he’s seeing things right.

Was she always this… dazzling? Literally? He could see sparkles forming everywhere.

She flipped her hair in a messy attempt to get rid of the strands currently stuck to the skin of her nape. Her trademark golden ponytail missing, most likely a B.O.S.S.’s doing. She made her way to Caine’s desk and he swears he could feel his heart beat faster and faster with each step she took. The Harlequin’s trademark squinted brows with half-lidded eyes meeting his own wide stare, a gaze that would typically make any person with a still-functioning sanity cower in fear.

She took a seat on his desk with her legs crossed and her back turned against him and leaning on her right arm, as she usually did.

“Here’s the die you asked for. Took me a bit, but still got the job done.” She checked her left arm for damages after she placed the multi-colored puppet heart in front of him, while she flashed her teeth with a victorious, smug smile. His words are caught in his throat and her entirety shines too brightly for him. He couldn’t understand it.

Why… did she seem like a flame, and he felt like an unsuspecting moth, drawn to her light?

He shook his head clear and forced his stare away from her direction, clearing his throat while clutching the die. “I-I see, thank you, Pomni. You-you’ve done… a… wonderful…” Her hand grasped his own and his heart leapt at his own throat. Her synthetic, calloused fingers felt so rough, yet so gentle against his own gloved ones that he considered taking them off.

“...j-job.” His breath hitched as he struggled to finish the end of his sentence, unable to tear his attention away from her eyes. He found himself gawking at her intense, golden eye matched with blue and red pinwheel ones.

“Aren't you forgetting something, Puppetmaster?” Her expression questioning, yet with a slight and subtle undertone of mischief glinted at her optics. 

He couldn’t speak. He struggled to form coherent words. It felt like he was being strangled by an unknown force clutching at his neck, yet there was clearly no malice behind it. 

“Wh… What am I forgetting…?” He asked in such a feeble tone that made her chuckle in such a low rumbling tone, snaring his full attention.

“Well, I think that I deserve a reward for my services. Don’t you think?” She stands up. Warm hands suddenly felt so cold and empty, and already he missed the warmth present just about a second ago. The Harlequin made her way towards him as he spun his chair to meet her halfway. Hand at her hips as she towered over his sitting form. He’s all of a sudden clutching at the armrest so intensely.

“Y-yes, of course! H-how could I forget!” He nervously chuckles, he would pull on his collar right about now. “What is it you wish to be rewarded with?”

He offers her his best smile, and she giggles as she shakes her head. Without any warning, she took a seat on his lap, and he went frozen. As if making one single move would shatter the very fabric of the universe. She leaned her head to his shoulder, fiddling with the collar of his shirt then her fingers trailed onto the underside of his chin to make him look at her. He shivered from the contact.

“You.”

He trembled as his face warmed up to uncontrollable degrees, and produced visible heat waves. Not even his self-installed coolants were helping him tone down the sudden rise in his body temperature in the slightest. He couldn’t control his shakes, making the Harlequin smirk, knowing that she had the Puppetmaster all wrapped around her finger.

He didn’t know what came over him, because now his own hands were making their way onto her thighs to pull her closer to him entirely, the other shakingly placing itself onto her shoulders and he could feel the way she sighs contentedly against his touch. He exhales a shaky breath himself, attempting to steel himself.

“M-my dear, a-are you positive that… that is what you’d like?”

It was better to be safe than sorry. She sits up straight, and for the first time, he regrets ever asking that question in the first place.

“Actually…” Her voice trails off playfully, while she stands up. “... Maybe I’d like something more.”

It only took her a finger underneath his chin to pull him as she leads him to a nearby wall. As if his own body had a mind of it’s own, he pins her in place with both arms adjacent to her head. His face leans in closer and closer to her with eyes closed, and she’s leaning up close to him, fully ready to accept his advances.

Pomni’s soft lips met his teeth, and Caine could smell the faint traces of grass and sweat rolling down from her synthetic skin, evident of her hardships from the recent battle. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his loops around her waist to pull her closer, while the other cups at her face intensely. He savored her mouth as their breathing became heavy and fast-paced, only breaking apart for a mere second, gasping for air before delving back in to their desires.

Desire…

Quite the accurate depiction of how Caine truly felt for the Harlequin at this moment. He couldn’t quite decipher when this had started, though.

As if her intentions were to pry him away from his overbearing and unnecessary thoughts, Pomni pushed him away to pin him to the wall this time, continuing the liplock. He grunts from the impact, but gladly returns her enthusiasm with fervor as he loops his arm around her back, pulling her flush to him once more. Her hands made their way to the lower sides of his jaw to caress so gently, and he finds himself melting at every contact their touches made.

Without breaking the teeth-on-lip-lock, he steered their bodies onto the direction of his desk, leaving the Harlequin laying on it as he loomed over her, ravaging her mouth once more like the touch-starved man he was. He adjusted her thighs just enough to make room for him without making the position uncomfortable for the both of them, their heated make out session felt like it could go on forever as he gripped her waist tightly.

It felt like if he let her go, she would disappear all of a sudden. And he didn’t want that.

He made sure to not lean too much of his body weight onto her by propping himself up with his elbows, both hands find themselves cupping her face to keep her in place as her hands trailed all the way up from the lower arms to his shoulders to do the same to him. He broke the kiss to gasp for air, a string of saliva being the clear proof of their heated action, but quickly delved back into the riveting sensations of their activity. 

Her touch against him were like magic; every contact sent shivers and jolts down his spine as she switched from holding his shoulders to holding his chest just above where a collarbone would traditionally be, pushing him away to let herself up. For a nanosecond he thought that maybe he went a little too far with his advances, until she disproved his theory by shoving him to one of the nearby long couches, only a pillow to cushion and soften his landing onto the furniture.

Quickly making up for lost time and contact, she quickly crawls to straddle his waist, clutching the back of his head to make him look at her, and her only. His hand found itself gripping at the back of her waist tightly once more, the other clutching her own head just to make sure she’s still there with him. Both were panting heavily, the room temperature very much heated as a result of their affairs.

His eyes looked at her longingly as he breathed heavily. “Pomni… I… I don’t think I want this to end.”

She flashed him a consoling smile.

The alarm rings, deafening the surroundings as he jolts awake, falling from his chair comically with a loud, slightly high-pitched scream emitting from his throat. He groans from the headache he had received from the impact to the ground, clutching at the top sides of his jaw, as he leans his head onto the desk for support.

His false heart was beating faster than when one would run; His face was flushed and he frustratingly ignores the heat from the rest of his body with a grumble.

He shifts his eyes to look around. Nothing’s changed. Everything was the same since Bubble left to do his daily chores.

He shakes his head and slams his face down onto the elegant desk, groaning depressingly and half-sobbing.

What the fuck? Was… WAS IT ALL JUST A DAMN DREAM!?

Oh, he could scream and cry into a pillow right about now. But the panicked angry screaming of a certain someone being bothered by the recent addition; the Ragdoll Mannequin that was “Ragatha”, suddenly grabs his attention. Now, he’s looking outside into the manor grounds from his office’s windows with a tired and questioning gaze.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

“But Mistress! You still haven’t tried out my trademark cookie recipe!! It’s GUARANTEED to be your instant favorite!”

“STOP CALLING ME MISTRESS! FOR THE LAST TIME, I DON’T CARE, GET THE FUCK AWAY-”

Caine sighed disappointingly to himself, dragging his hand across his eyes.

God fucking dammit. He actually feels something for her.

══════☸☸☸════════════☸☸☸══════

I would say I'm sorry, but we all know I'm not. :)

[softestbuckley]

Now that I've thought about this, I need it to happen... I want a buddie scene in 8b where Buck, now having realized his feelings for Eddie, has impulsively decided one minute when they are alone together that he's going to confess. But right before he can, Eddie admits how important Buck is to him and how much he appreciates his friendship and support after everything that's happened with Christopher (Christopher is back from Texas and they're working through their problems, but they're going to therapy and it will all be OKAY). After that, Buck decides that he cannot ruin their friendship with his feelings, no matter how much it kills him, so instead he just smiles and tells Eddie he'll always be there. They probably hug and it destroys Buck even further. He stands there for a long minute just staring at Eddie, the other man completely oblivious to Buck's inner turmoil, a look of resigned heartbreak and longing on his face, with "i love you, i'm sorry" by Gracie Abrams playing in the background.

Thanks for coming to my TED TALK.

[arsenicflame]

Keeps me awake still now Retracing what happened

TO RAGE - DAUGHTER

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

having a baby will have shy singers healing so fast bc finally someone is delighted to hear your voice and doesn't give a shit if you're off key or you stutter a lyric they're just so happy and smiling and soothed by your voice

and then they turn three

[francy-sketches]

What if ☝️ I gave joffrey floor length hair

[loveinhereyes-flowersinherhair]

screaming. i will never get over this.

educational college trip? 🚫

try-and-find-any-way-to-connect-led -zeppelin trip ✅

and to my taxi driver (aka my new favourite person ever) who coincidentally also happened to be there at two of the msg 1973 shows. i will envy you forever.

[safirefire]

i'm never getting over lorna wu and her being unable to break the generational curse on her family or connect with her daughter then becoming a famous singer and weaving a spell into her most famous song (lorna's version) so that everytime someone sings it her daughter will be protected

[devilat-thedoor]

being in love with Sam is Everywhere, Everything by Noah Kahan.

being in a love with Jake is Lady May by Tyler Childers

being in love with Danny is Be(Acoustic) by Hozier

being in love with Josh is Yellow by Coldplay

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Alex Turner + gushing talking about Miles Kane

[tmos-time]

i think eridan would be mildly baffled by superliminal but appreciate it for the ways it parallels the stanley parable. so eridan and sollux can sweetly kiss in the somnasculpt dreamscape as a treat for @erisolweek <3

[shepscapades]

how do you find songs for your character playlists? is it generally just songs you like to listen to or do you have a process to choose specific songs for each storyline? how do you find/choose them? I’ve really been enjoying listening to the playlists lately!

Omg thank you so much!! Honestly, I very very rarely seek out songs for specific moments for each characters' playlists. More often than not, I will be listening to a batch of new music (my brain can be very picky as to when it's ready to consume new media and new music especially), and I usually just have my ears open for 'which character does this remind me of,' and if a character kinda clicks, 'what moment does this best represent?' and if it's not a perfect match I'll usually try to think of other characters to see if there's a better fit. Sometimes if a song is reaally close to a moment or feeling but not quite perfect, I'll try to re-imagine the events to more closely match the song more, to see if i vibe more with what the song could imply for character relationships, plot-points, etc if i were to keep and use it on the playlist. Sometimes it works and creates a plot point that matches a song like, perfectly, and sometimes I'll just keep a song because it means something verrry specific to me that others wouldn't pick up on without me explaining haha

As far as what new music i listen to, sometimes i'll rely on Spotify's smart shuffle to give me similar-sounding songs for a playlist, other times stuff will hit me while i'm listening to an artists' discography or a random album, or hell a couple of weeks ago i was re-listening to musical albums and got punched in the throat by a couple of songs that ended up being perfect fits for bdubs and 24.

It's not a super reliable system, and it leaves playlists with some big empty chunks (such as, for example, Docs playlist, which has the beginning of s8 and a large chunk of s9 pretty thoroughly covered, but a lot of the meat of s8 is missing, which bothers me because all of that i think is important for his character), but i listen to new music often enough that i'm slotting new songs across my playlists at least a couple of times a week! It's a system that works for me, and i end up putting a good variety of songs onto each playlist since i'm not searching for anything specific for each moment. Hopefully that's helpful!! :D

[kissboybyler]

fuck conan gray man, why is his music so will byers-coded and why am i watching byler scenes in my mind on repeat and crying

[kneelb4kesha]

duke roger of conte is such a funny character, honestly. imagine being such an objectionable cunt that an entire pantheon of gods goes "absolutely not" and sets alanna loose on him. baby girl just wanted to be a knight and go on adventures and the gods keep giving her new special toys with which she is specifically destined to kick this one guy's ass. honestly the main reason thom was able to resurrect roger was that the black god went "um. no thanks" when he died the first time. no wonder he came back an atheist lmao

[magpie-lu-aside]

What are some songs that you guys associate with the chain/specific LU characters? I want to expand mine (cuz it's mostly Four and Time) for when I write fics, but I'm also just genuinely curious.....

[enviedear]

dexter soy’s jason todd is very much so sweet november by sza. because—

“remember me for who i was, not who i am”

idc argue with the wall.