#and was like I bet people have lost songs out there that could be easily found they just haven't asked the right person yet

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Going to the lost media wiki forums to ask about a "lost song" and upon being asked to post audio posting a vocaroo clip of what is pretty clearly Tubthumping by Chumbawumba

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xedgin fic rec list

so because i binge read a ton of fics these last two months, i thought why not make a rec list if it can help people find out great fics.

i just wanted to say i came across so many good fics, like comparing to other fandoms i find the overall quality to be quite high. so what i'm trying to say is you guys are really talented and we're lucky to have you in this fandom. and thank you for sharing your work.

now the recs:

Post-Movie:

Three words everybody knows by violet_pencil

Speaking the words of an oath isn't what makes you a good paladin, and knowing how to tell lies is only part of what makes a great con man. Where do they find common ground? Well, turns out they both know how to commit to the bit.

Sunlight is a Kind of Burning by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Ed's excited to get his life back on track in the wake of saving Neverwinter. He's less excited at how a certain paladin keeps popping up everywhere he goes. Except for how he's starting to miss the guy when he's not around. Yeah, let's not think about that too hard.

a ballad from a reverie by forsworn

On a cold evening, the party stop to drink at a crowded tavern. Xenk tries to ignore the way his chest tightens when Edgin squeezes close to him. But that gets much harder when the tavern's bard starts singing a love song. About a paladin. And Edgin seems to recognise it…

tys hard to be a seinte in the cytie by indigostohelit

“The Material Planes are not realms of punishment,” said Xenk. “The gods no more deny us the warmth of physical pleasure than they would the warmth of the sun. They only warn us, through each, of the dangers that lie in excess.” “…Huh,” said Ed again, and, lacking further retort, grabbed up the new tankard and swigged deeply. Then he spat it across the bar. “This is water, though,” said Xenk peacefully. “You are going to have a hangover in the morning.”

Universal Glue by Korwwa

Edgin and Xenk get stuck in a glue trap. The close-quarters situation forces Edgin to decide if succumbing to the charms of certain overpowered paladin is more likely to ruin, or elevate, the plan of his life.

Polyphonic by Geese_In_Flight

Ed can’t stand Xenk. Xenk keeps showing up anyway. It’s not entirely clear how that became everyone else’s problem.

Muses lost and found anew by Mikhail

Edgin Darvis never considered himself to be a hero. Of course, he was full of dreams and ideals back when he was still young. He wanted to save the world. But the world, as it turned out, didn’t really want to be saved. Instead, it barged into Edgin’s life uninvited and made him a widower, a thief, and an escaped convict. As he was looking back at his life and naivete, he couldn’t feel but contempt and bitterness. That is until he crossed paths with Xenk Yendar, a paladin whose sword was only nearly as strong as his righteousness. Confronted with Xenk’s tragic past, the bard realized they were both touched by the same evil. Before he could dwell on some uncomfortable truths, however, Xenk disappeared from his life just as suddenly as he first appeared. When they meet for the second time, it’s clear the two of them have much more in common than they first thought. Well, it’s clear to everyone except for them. The question is, are they going to realize this before it’s too late?

in the absence of truth by floralprintshark

Five times Ed says that he hates Xenk and one time he doesn't.

Perception Check (Roll for Romance) by kaydeefalls

"I bet Xenk fucks like a metronome, too. You know." Holga makes a highly suggestive, repetitive gesture. "In, out. In, out. No variation. Same exact rhythm every time. Boring." Edgin stares at her, torn between horror and fascination. "You've really thought about this, huh?" (So has he. Unfortunately.)

give me two damn minutes (and I'll be fine) by PH03N1X_360

Xenk Yendar is a hero. It’s his job, his identity, his [life]. It comes as easily as breathing. Saving children, fighting hordes of undead, it’s always come naturally to him. As each new challenge arises, people look to him to protect them. The warmth of their gazes never fail to fill him with pride. No matter how many scars he acquires, how many nights the horrors of his past rouse him from sleep, or how many people he fails to save in the process, it is always worth the price. Yet sometimes, when the darkness around him feels too oppressive and tight bandages make his bones ache, he wonders how much more he can take before he cracks under the pressure. Or: Xenk sees the Beckoning Death spell from afar. Even upon realizing the party took care of it, it still fucks him over severely... not that he would show it. Edgin knows a mask when he sees one.

Falling For The First Time by Powderpuff

In retrospect, falling in love with Edgin was inevitable. There was no recourse for Xenk; no guild nor court to appeal to, and even Ilmater could not return his property to him, nor Ed himself; for you cannot return something you do not know you have.

O happy dagger! This is thy sheath by Kabbal (Aledane)

"Ed wants to bash his face in with his lute, just to shatter that perfect, flawless skin, see if there’s flesh and blood running under that pristine marble. He wants to flee to the end of the world, to never be reminded of the existence of a being who seems to never have failed at anything, ever. He also wants to crush his lips against his, cling to that steady neck and feel the weight of all that perfection over him, spearing him like it could make him holy‒ Hm. Strange thought to have. Let’s forget it ever existed."

Affection and Love by AkataLily

Edgin is affectionate towards Xenk. Not love, affectionate, because those are two very different things! Xenk is oblivious and uninterested, that is, until Edgin fucks up and the cat is suddenly out of the bag. Things get akward, then they get complicated, but eventually, we all have to admit what goes on in our hearts.

Winning Prizes for Rotten Judgment by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

In which Ed admits he's in love with Xenk, woos Xenk, and sleeps with Xenk, all in completely the wrong order. To be fair, it's only half his fault.

keystone by weatheredlaw

key·stone noun | a central stone at the summit of an arch, locking the pieces together. or: edgin dies, but there's magic for that. holga and xenk make good on a thirty-five year old favor to bring him back from the other side.

So Deep As the Love I'm In by Geese_In_Flight

Holga takes a step forward and claps Ed on the shoulder sympathetically, which is a terrible sign. “Swept you right off your feet, did he?” she asks, with a grin. Five times Xenk courted Ed, and one time Ed decided to take matters into his own hands.

the weight of fingers pressing deep by forsworn

When Xenk slips his fingers into Edgin's mouth during sex, they're both surprised by how good it feels.

you'll find us in the meadowland by audenrain

He was standing at Xenk’s desk, tucked into the corner and lined by shelves stacked with holy texts. Not his most valuable, of course - he wouldn’t be so careless as to keep the most precious of his collection here - but any one of them would feed a hungry man for a few days, at least. And yet this man wasn’t hungry, and he was no ordinary thief. Xenk judged this not only by the strong slope of his shoulders and broad back and the fine weave of his coat but also by the fact that he had recently been awarded the highest honours the Lord of Neverwinter could bestow. No, Edgin could want for nothing; even he could not have spent his rewards so quickly. There was only one explanation. This was an affliction of the soul.

To Touch The Divine by New1Romantic

Xenk asks for Edgin's help to retrieve an evil artefact from a cult. The fact that the cult is definitely just a front for the elite of Waterdeep to have kinky sex is, presumably, just happenstance.

Freely given (Wanted) by sb_essebi

Ed can’t. He can’t anymore. Can’t take the fervour in Xenk’s words, the shine in his eyes, the way the light of the sunset plays across his skin. He’s just so beautiful at sunset, Xenk. He is. To the point of unfairness, to the point it makes Ed almost angry, makes him want to cry, to scream. Ed kisses him. Or: Ed steals a kiss. Xenk shows him why he needn't have.

Edgin Needs to Get Laid and Edgin Gets Laid by Isoltan

There was a pause. "And that's when you started the one night stands," Holga said, only a hint of a question in her voice. Xenk raised his tankard in her direction and took a long swig. "You have sexual desire?" Simon asked. Doric turned to him and exploded, "Jesus, do you ever think before you speak?" "Tell the truth, you thought he was celibate too. Edgin sure did!" Simon said, gesturing to Edgin. "Hey, leave me out of this," Edgin said. "Exactly!" Simon continued. "Tell me, out of the two of them, you'd have pegged Edgin as the celibate and XENK as the whore!" -----------‐ Very loose f*ck-or-die fic. Basically, Edgin's magic needs to improve and the group decides he needs to get laid. But he reveals he's demi and can only be intimate with people he trusts. This was meant to be a one-off but I got caught up with the group's banter.

this distance between us by forsworn

Xenk and Edgin have to share a bed. It’s not even a big bed. The perfect time for Xenk to have a nightmare…

Origin Point series by Neyiea

“It wasn’t a risk. I knew that if I jumped you would catch me.” Xenk’s pinched expression becomes thoughtful, then turns serious. “I see,” he intones solemnly. “I am honored to have earned your trust.”

close to the skin by forsworn

Edgin's going undercover; Xenk's determined to make him look respectable. But Edgin finds submitting to a flat-razor shaving at those steady hands to be far more intense than he expected.

Solitary Burdens by cupiscent

Edgin's wife died years ago, but he's only just now letting go. He can't talk about it with any of the others, but Xenk - aggravatingly - understands. Perhaps neither of them need to carry these burdens alone.

in for a silver by weatheredlaw

Edgin was, at the very least, two things: a great kisser, and a phenomenal liar. or: xenk gets hit by something weird in the jungle. edgin lends a hand.

Canon Divergence (happens during the movie):

We Are So (Not) Breaking Up by murdertrashbabyrat

Edgin isn’t mad because of the idea of a kind Thayan, he’s mad because it’s Xenk Yendar his lightly insufferable not-ex. They didn’t break up because they were never together thank you very much Holga, so Xenk is his…his something that isn’t his anymore. It’s fine he’s not dwelling on it he has to get his wife back and stop thinking about the man he’s been sharing a bed with for years. Denial is a hell of a drug OR they are exes when they meet up again in the movie

AUs:

A Cherry When It's Blooming by Geese_In_Flight

Lord Yendar, once a paladin of Ilmater, has been called back to Waterdeep in the aftermath of his father’s death. Upon his arrival, he discovers he must reckon with an untrustworthy executor, an estate in shambles, and a wholly unexpected stipulation in his father’s will. Edgin Darvis is trying to find the one big score that will let him build back a life that went off the rails years ago. When he hears the rumors that a young and inexperienced Lord Yendar has come back to town, he knows just what he has to do.

Romance in the time of LoveChat by cicia3

What's worse than being a loser writer reduced to releasing third-rate romance novels for Forge Publishing? Being an uninspired writer with three months' back rent to pay. Driven by desperation, Edgin, a single father who's also perhaps juuust a tad too much anchored in the past, signs up on the nation's largest dating site. The goal? To find a character unique enough to inspire him for his new novel. And then Xenk Yendar shows up.

[ms-cartoon]

Warning: This post will contain mentions of assault or anything along the lines of it. You get the idea.

My review for HH ep 2 was supposed to be out by now, but there are some things I have to say first. My reasoning for sticking around for Hazbin Hotel is all gone except for Vox right now. I love Husk too, but they really just kinda ruined him for me in ep 4. I'm probably being dramatic but that's just how I feel. If he's supposed to be this wise bartender who's meant to make people feel better and help reach an understanding of some sort, he really just failed at that.

EP 4 of Hazbin Hotel is probably the worst one out of all the eps released so far. There are PLENTY of flaws to point out, but they can be said for some other posts I'll upload soon. What I'm mainly concerned with as of now is that "Loser Baby" song sung by HuskerDust.

So it's revealed that Husk was once an overlord and was always gambling. He betted his status and powers when playing against Alastor and lost. Now I guess he's forced to do whatever Alastor wants such as being a bartender. . . .

Sorry to get off topic here but. . . . Husk was an overlord??? I don't like how they just suddenly reveal that. It caught me off guard. I know they sorta foreshadowed it in the pilot, but they should've given most newcomers to the show a hint or something. It honestly feels like the writers just pulled that revelation out their asses just to add some positivity and similarity between Angel and Husk's relationship (because Viv and the fans just love idea of this ship oh so much)

Also, since he was previously an overlord, how come nobody's heard of him??? Everybody will get shocked when they hear or see Alastor or recognize him by his radio shows. Everybody knows the Three Vs, Camilla, etc. but not a Husk??? The Overlord with a gambling addiction?? Charlie and Vaggie will get shocked when Alastor comes in the picture but look at Husk like he's some random dude that just popped outta nowhere?

Plus, Alastor didn't force Husk to work as a bartender. In the pilot, he was easily convinced with cheap booze.

Speaking of his gambling addiction; well we all know he likes to gamble judging by his appearance. But gambling being his addiction?? Since when was that implied?

Anyway . . . . At this point, I don't get what the idea of that song is or what Husk meant by it. Maybe I am overlooking it, but its pretty hard not to believe knowing how Viv screws up her writing skills and how she went about it. According to all the Viv defenders, the song was meant to say Angel isn't alone in being stuck in a situation he feels he can't get out of and that Husk can understand where he's coming from and what he's going through. Well sorry to burst y'all's bubble, but even if that was, they just did wrong ENTIRELY. (Sidenote: If you Hazbin lovers wanna see it how u see it, then fine. But Imma stick with what I believe and there's nothing that could be said to change my mind, so don't bother trying to correct me.)

Husk makes it seem like he knows exactly what it's like being in Angel's shoes; signing a contract and being forced to do something against his will. That part seems to be the only thing they have similar. Except what happened with Husk in the past should NOT count as a similarity!

Husk: Loses a bet against Alastor, costing his soul and status as an overlord. Agrees to commit to Alastor's biddings apparently, including being a bartender for a hotel (which he wasn't really forced to do. He doesn't seem to be afraid in refusing Alastor's requests. I partially don't even believe it was apart of the deal to do what Alastor wanted)

Angel: Is a pornstar. Forced to be a pornstar and do whatever Val wants him to do. Including submitting to him and his sexual needs, getting beaten, r8ped, assaulted (sexually even), exploited, drugged, etc.

What part of Angel's problem should Husk be understanding? Alastor doesn't beat or r8pe Husk! It's never even revealed what Husk goes through with Alastor. I doubt it's anything bad on his part, since he clearly isn't afraid to talk smack to the powerful radio demon who could kill him in an instant. They just . . . had that past and now Husk is doing him a permanant favor. What Husk is doing now isn't even anything bad. He's working as a bartender for a hotel and is being paid to do it. He may not like, but it's nothing bad. What ANGEL is going through on the other hand?? The word "bad" doesn't even begin to cover it.

Husk may not know what Angel goes through (though he should connect the dots since Angel hinted at him when he revealed he gets drugged all the time) but Angel just full on agreeing with him and accepting that he's a loser for what he goes through and having to embrace his situation????

Ummm . . . . NO!

Bro! You just saw Angel about to get drugged!! He should NOT have to accept that!!

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five years later : Jason Todd x fem!reader

the graphic is not mine, found it on Pinterest, all credit goes to the author.

Another piece of Cheshire!reader!verse aka what happened earlier, when Cheshire (Y/N) found out Jason was not in fact dead.

Other parts are: Cheshire cat and That damn gala and can be read regardless.

Warnings: all of it. Smut. Insecurities and mentions of scars. Angst. Mentions of Jay flings and Y/N unsatisfying relationships. Fluff at the end. MINORS DNI!

Loosely inspired on the song "Lost in the fire" by The Weeknd.

The air in the room was filled with so much tension and palpable electricity that the slightest spark could set it able. Y/N and Jason were sitting on the opposite sides, eyeing each other. She was suspicious, cold and unwavering. He was a bit nervous, shy and unsure what to say.

“So….” she started crossing her arms over chest “ you were dead”

“Yeah.”

“Did you get bored?” she mocked

“What?” the visible hurt in his eyes did not make her change this tone. She was angry, she felt betrayed and most definitely were not going to let him get away with everything he has done easily. “How could you….?”

“did they kick you out of Hell?”

“Y/n…..”

“No, Jace. Did they kick you out? I bet even the devil didn’t want you after he learned you played a trick like that on your family and …. friend….” She hesitated on the last word. Honestly, she had no idea if they were friends? Lovers? Frenemies? Before everything turned to shit they kissed a few times and were trying to become something more but now she wasn’t ready if what they had before was still on.

“Well that is far from a warm welcome I was expecting…..” he looked down a bit depressed. If she did not want him he truly had nowhere else to go. Bats rejected him, he was not going to turn to Bruce and she was his only hope. Apparently gone now.

“Are you serious?” her tone was cold as ice and so was her gaze “it’s been five freaking years, Todd” oh, shit, she was using his last name now. Silent fury, the worst kind. “You were dead. And they I just get a call from Dick with the most mysterious message : he’s alive. And apparently he has been for a while now. Tell me, Red Hood, because that is who you are now, right? Was is fun? Was it worth it?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like? Go on, I’m being merciful here, you have one chance to explain it and then I don’t want to see you again. “

“I was dead” he sighed deeply “and then…. Then I got resurrected.” He sighed deeply knowing well enough she was not going to believe him

“Don’t give me this religious shit about bringing people back from the dead” she rolled her eyes and stood up in frustration

“Y/N….” he raised to her height as well, now his 6’4 figure towering over her “please, you have to believe me, I’m telling the truth. There’s this place called Lazarus pit. I… I was thrown there and …. came back.” He absentmindedly reached for her hands but she moved away.

“Yeah, I heard a legend about it. But sure as hell you did not crawl there by yourself. Who helped you? Was it someone I know?” Jason muttered something incoherently “sorry? What was that? And don’t try to lie, you know I am a human lie detector.”

“Thalia al Ghul.” He mumbled and his cheeks became a bit flushed

“Shut up!” she let out a desperate laugh.

“It’s true.”

“Oh, I know, I see it in your eyes. And on your whole face. God damn it! Thalia Al Ghul. Like Dami’s assassin mother?” still laughing she raised an eyebrow making sure she put the two dots together and hummed in satisfaction when he nodded “that is crazy. Wait till I tell him……”

“Don’t you dare!” he yelled moving closer to her.

“Oh, there you are. Not so quiet and repentant anymore. Good, nice to know you still got problems with anger management. Now, one more thing. Should I tell Damian that you and his mother actually had an affair?” she smirked with venom in her voice “that you….”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!!” he was now even closer but she was the one who always liked to play with fire and push on his buttons.

“That you fucked his mother? Because you did, didn’t .....?”

Before she could finish this sentence Jason had her pressed against the wall, his chest moving up and down in frustration, panting

“Auch!”she mocked, but the impact really was painful even if she did expect it.

“You are a brat. Always have been. Guess nothing changed for the last five years.”

“Or maybe your time with League of Assassins exacerbated your temper? I mean you always had issues but now it’s seems completely out of control. Didn’t they teach you how to keep your cool?”

“How do you know about….?” He moved back, surprised with her words. He did not tell anyone what he was doing during the last years.

“Come on. Thalia? You just said it yourself. If she helped you, you definitely stayed there. It’s simple dots connecting. Oh, my god. That would be a spit and disgrace for Bruce if he ever were to find out! I can literally imagine his face right now.” She laughed hard, not moved by the fact that only a second earlier she was brutally pinned against the wall. She was a vigilante, things like that did not bother her.

“Will you just shut up!?” he yelled in frustration.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be the one to tell him. That’s one thing I can do for you” she smirked “Cheshire knows exactly how to keep a secret and yours is safe, all right? Now will you just calm down?”

“How do you expect me to calm down?” his gaze fixed on her and for the first time in a long, long time she was completely frozen by the look in his eyes “Do you know what you are doing to me?” he groaned

“Jason……” her eyes went wider and wider when he started moving towards her again and soon had her cornered. “Fuck!” she hissed. There was nowhere to run now and she mentally facepalmed herself for not taking precautions. She was not scared. Jason could be angered and violent, but he would never hurt her, right? Despite that rational part of her brain, telling her that it was still her Jace, her vigilante instincts got the best of her when she ducked under his arms and moved to the other side of the room.

The sound, the groan that came from the back of his throat when she wriggled out of his reach was not human. God, she always knew how to get on his nerves. So why the fuck did he still love her? Why did he want her? Now. Immediately. He wanted her under him, writhing and moaning his name in indefinite pleasure as he would go down on her, getting exactly where she needed him and giving her everything. He wanted to feel her against him, caressing her perfect body, showing her how much he missed her for those last years.  He needed to feel her and her touch on every scar he got from his fights. He wanted to kiss every place, every square centimeters of her smooth skin, her neck, collarbone, her breasts and belly button. He wanted her lips and those sweet sounds he knew she would make. He wanted to make her feel so fucking good. He craved to assure her that she was the only one on his mind. Ever. He needed to hear her whisper that she was his. He needed to know that she loved him too, that he was the only one for her. Fuck! He saw it in her eyes and if he was someone else he wouldn’t even hesitate just took her right there, right now, without asking, without waiting for her to say yes, just getting what he wanted. That was what Red Hood would do. However, she was still his sweet, beloved Y/N. Unruly and challenging but still he never wanted to break her. And just to her, he didn’t want to be the vigilante, the anti-hero. He wanted to be Jason Todd, the boy she knew before, hoping this would be enough and that she wouldn’t turn him away. Oh, he was getting such dirty thought…. The fact that he spaced out did not pass her

“Jaybird?” his eyes got a bit glassy when her voice switched from Cheshire  mode to concerned words of Y/N as she used his nickname “Jay?”

His lust filled eyes landed on her, pupils blown unnaturally, dark and with so much need and …..love. she involuntarily took a deep breath and just by seeing her like this, now completely vulnerable, with chapped lips, so innocent and frightened made him hard.

“Jay, why are you looking at me like that?” her voice trembled. Was she scared of him? That is not what he wanted. Slowly, carefully not to made her run away from him again he took a step forward. And then another and other, getting braver when she did not move, eyes searching his face “why are you…..?”

“You know I want you…..” he whispered “I always wanted you. Even when I was with…. anyone else, there was only you.” his face was now inches apart from hers and he could tell she wanted him too and were struggling to keep her composure and self-control. That was what she was learned, never give up control.

“Wait, you thought about me when you were having sex with other women? Ugh. That is seriously messed up and sick.”

“Y/N….” he whispered against her skin, brushing his nose over hers “You know I’ve always loved you…. I know I messed up, but give me one chance to fix it.”

“Just…. Just one chance.” She gasped and he leaned to kiss her but she put a finger on his lips  “What do you want to do to me?”

“I want to fuck you. Slow. With the lights on.”

“Ja…. Jay….” She whimpered “I…. I don’t…..” who would have thought that tough and independent Cheshire would suddenly become so shy and embarrassed because of physical intimacy.

“Don’t worry, kitten. I will make you feel good, I promise. I will devour you….” he whispered and finally, finally their lips met when, surprisingly, she was the one who pulled him down to her by his neck. Oh, she still wanted control. Even when he grabbed her hips, lifting her up with no effort and wrapping her legs around his waist making her feel how hard he was for her. She was still fighting for dominance when he bit on her bottom lip and his tongue sneaked into her mouth making her moan so sweetly. She was still resistant when his hands moved under her shirt, up, up, to her breast, cupping and massaging it gently through the thin material making her whole body shiver.

“Jay….” She gasped when his mouth moved down her neck to the collarbone, at the same time pulling the shirt over her head.

“Fuck, I love you…..”  he bit on her pulse point, definitely leaving the hickey. He wanted to mark her whole. “I so fucking love you.” he pulled away only to take her in. Her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, her wide, innocent eyes.

“I love you too Jace. But don’t stop.” she moaned

“I have no intention to do so, baby. I will take my time with you. We have so many years to make up for…..” he carried her towards the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed, losing his own shirt on the way and climbing up to hover above her body. All his scars were now visible and she gently, seductively, but also lovingly traced her fingers over them making him close his eyes. He was still insecure about how his body looked.

“My poor boy. My wonderful boy…..” she whispered “you’ve been through so much, haven’t you?” her hand travelled up to his cheek cupping it “Jace, look at me….”

“I hate them…..” he whispered

“Well I already love them. I love you. I don’t care about those scars. You are beautiful. So, so, beautiful. Each part of you….”

He could not hold it back any longer when he leaned in to kiss her with all passion he had. He wanted her closer, he wanted her to feel the love and longing and every emotion he had for her.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N. I’ll do everything, just tell me.” He kissed her neck again as she played with the hair at the nape of the neck.

“I…. Can we turn the light off?”

“Why?”

“Well, you are not the only one who’s insecure. And…. And I am not as experienced as you, so…..”

“Fuck. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes now. You are a goddess Y/n. I’m gonna show you” his hands moved down and behind her back unclasping her bra and as soon as her breasts were free he started kissing them with feather light kisses switching between left and right one. His tongue circling over her sensitive nipples as she was already falling apart. “Hmmm” he grinned moving down “we’ve only just began and you’re already  a mess. “

“Jay….. please, please…..”

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll take you over the edge.“ she shivered and barely noticed when he moved down her pants and underwear pulling her legs apart. “so wet for me.”

“Come on!” she urged him, arching her back and moving her hips up to signalize him what she wanted.

“As you wish.” He dropped in between her thighs immediately hitting the perfect spot. She moaned and he grinned “there then?”

“Yes! Fuck! Yes, Jace, please, oh, please, please. I need you…..” she threw her head back and he sped up wanting her to cum, to feel all the pleasure.

“Tell me you’re mine, babygirl. Tell me who do you belong to?”

“You! You Jace! Please, fuck! I’m so close, so fucking close!”

In some other circumstances he would tease her more, but the way she squirmed and begged for release was too much. He just couldn’t keep edging his treasure. She deserved the best. A couple more licks and gentle circles on her clit and a few words “come for me babygirl” and she was over the edge, her vision turning white, her whole world limited to him. Jason. Jace. Jay. Her Jay. It took her a few seconds to get back on earth and the first thing she saw was his smiling face.

“Was that good? Was I good?”

“Fuck, Jay. That was… that was… fuck. I don’t even want to know who taught you that, but you were just phenomenal…..” she gasped locking her hands on his neck making him lean his forehead on hers “I want more…..” she closed her eyes.

“Needy now, huh?”

“Can you blame me? I bet you got enough stamina to keep me satisfied.” She smirked

“’Is that a challenge?”

“Yes.”

“You know I never back down from such. You want me inside you, baby?” he started unzipping his pants and soon they were on the floor along with his boxers, his cock hard and swollen springing out.

“Oh fuck, you’re huge…. I don’t know if….”

“You can do it. I’ll go slow, all right? Just say a word and I stop. No need to rush.” He assured her, capably putting on condom.

“O…ok.”

“Good….” He lined himself against her entrance but once again she stopped him from taking any action.

“Jace…..” she whispered looking anywhere but on him finally making him grab her chin and force her eyes on him

“Second thoughts?”

“No. No, of course not. I…. I trust you.” he melted when she said that, his hands started to shake, heart swelling with love and affection. “I just…..”

“Tell me what you want, baby. What do you want to do? I’m listening.”

“I want on top.”

“Getting confident, now?” he grinned “Can’t lie, I like that.”

“I just…. I’m not sure if I know how to…..”

“You never….? Wait, weren’t there any men?” he muttered and regretted that a second later. If there were anyone else in her life, touching her and loving her he did not want to know.

“A few. But…. Most of the times, even after…. I just had to take care of myself……” she tried to look down but he didn’t let her, softly caressing her cheek.

“You poor thing. Neglected and kept unsatisfied by a bunch of losers.  We’ll make sure it will never happen again. You….” he whimpered “you trust me?”

“Yes.” No hesitation in her voice. Zero inhibitions.

“I’ll make it worth it.” He pulled her up, making her sit on his lap so he could prepare her for his huge cock, his fingers circling her clit at first and soon getting inside. One. Two. three fingers were moving inside her and she was moaning and saying his name like a prayer. “You think you’re ready?”

“I…. Yes. Just… help me with it….”

“Come here” this time it was his turn to groan and moan when he grabbed her hips and guided her onto his cock slowly moving her down. “Fuck! So good, so tight!” she whimpered when he bounced a bit due to his excitement “sorry, baby” a little kiss on the lips “you’re good?”

“I think so….” she smiled shyly and looking more beautiful than ever

“God, you’re so hot. So beautiful. Do you even know it?” he said absolutely hypnotized by her widened eyes, messy hair and lips swollen from the kisses.

“All red and sweaty and sticky?” she laughed “you can’t be serious, Jay….”

“Look at me, babe.” She slowly lifted head to meet his eyes “You. Are. Fucking beautiful. And I’m so lucky you let me make love to you…..”

“Oh, so now we are making love? I though you said something about wanting to fuck me….”

“Changed my mind. You deserve so much more than just fucking.” his grip on her hips tightened when he pulled her closer and she moaned “That’s it baby. Show me how good you feel.”

“Jay…. I want to….”

“Ride me?”

“Yes...." She threw her head back in ecstasy.

“Go on then. You’re in control. Use me. Take what you need.”

“I don’t know…..”

“Just do what you feel like. Don’t worry about me. It’s all about you now, ok?”

“Mhmmmmm…. Ok.” She started to move her hips, slowly, testing the waters. That was new, and she did not want to hurt him or embarrass herself by doing something stupid. However soon it started getting more and more natural and easier.

“You’re doing so good, baby, so good” Jason praised her, fighting the urge to guide her hips to move a bit faster. “you can pick the pace up, its…. Ah, fuck!”

“Enjoying yourself?” she smirked, much more confident now, as she observed his blissful face and his half closed eyes and some sort of pride crept on. She was doing it to him.

“Oh, you little tease.” He moved and she bounced on his cock, squealing when she lost balance and quickly grabbed his neck for support “you first.” He started moving his hips against her, and the heat started building inside her. “close?”

“Mhm. So close. You?”

“Yeah.”

“Together?”

“Always.”

“Come for me baby boy” she used the same  sentence as he did before and with one final snap of their hips, she was sent over the edge, feeling his cock twitch inside her.

“Fuck!” he panted, holding her closer not ready to pull out. “I should…..”

“No…. hold me like this. Just for a while…..” she sneaked her arms around him clutching to his chest and his heart nearly jumped out of his body “I missed you.”

“Well, who am I to deny you this little koala moment?”

“koala?” she chucked against his skin, her laugh so beautiful

“Sorry, I forgot. You’re a kitten.”

“Not just any kitten. Cheshire. I can play with your mind….”

“You don’t even have to try. You already made me crazy for you. " He kissed her temple lovingly. "Now, let me clean you up.” He pulled out, removed and threw away the condom and collected a cloth to clean her up from her own juices. “You have no idea how I missed you.”

“I’m hoping you suffered through the fact you knew I was alive. I was living in grief but in belief I would never get to see you or touch you or…. be more than friends. Cause you know, your death left us in a very ambiguous relation.”

Jason lied on his back, sighing deeply.

“Come here” he urged her and the girl put a head on his chest, tracing patterns on his abdomen, while he run a hand up and down her arm “now you got me back. And if you want to…..”

“Sh. Don’t.” she silenced him “We don’t need to have that conversation now. Let’s just live in the moment for a while. Blissful, peaceful moment before we put a tag on it. And before we figure out how to reconcile my work with your family and you solo Red Hood killing spree. Is that all right with you?"

“Perfectly.”

“Perfectly perfect than….” She muttered slowly drifting off. In his arms. Where she always belonged.

[fryingpansareswag]

Welcome back to the annual yap session about hangster! :)

So I listened to I Bet You Think About Me by Taylor Swift featuring Chris Stapleton for the first time the other day and absolutely fell in love with it and immediately thought about Bradley and Jake (Miles Teller is also in the music video).

I had to tell someone or would actually start tweaking out about it so you guys get to hear about it! I’ll be analyzing the whole song based on hangster (I will be including my own headcanons btw). This was also from Jake’s point of view with some lyrics more about Bradley.

Get a nice blanket and some hot chocolate (its a long one)

3 AM and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine

Fast asleep in your city that's better than mine

After they broke up, Jake moved back to Texas and Bradley moved back to Philadelphia (I personally think Bradley lived in Philadelphia in his early childhood, moved to California after Goose died, and moved back after his falling out with Mav [just stay with me okay?])

And the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree

After they broke up (B was the one who broke the relationship up), Bradley started to just get with people to fill the hole he lost when he broke up with Jake.

And I'll bet your friends tell you she's better than me, huh

Well, I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles

Yeah, they let me sit in back when we were in love

Pheonix was always nice to Jake when he and B were dating but when Bradley broke it off she never talked to him after. He texted her but left him on read.

Oh, they sit around talkin' 'bout the meaning of life

And the book that just saved 'em that I hadn't heard of

But now that we're done and it's over

I bet you couldn't believe

When you realized I'm harder to forget than I was to leave

And I bet you think about me

Even though Bradley is getting into a new relationship every week, Jake knows that he can never forget about him. They went through so much together and experienced so much together. How could Bradley forget and not think about him?

You grew up in a silver-spoon gated community

Glamorous, shiny, bright Beverly Hills

Bradley never got into detail about his childhood with Jake and from only seeing his childhood home in San Diego, he believed B came from a pretty wealthy, happy family. Jake knew nothing about Carole, Goose, or Maverick.

I was raised on a farm, no, it wasn't a mansion

Just livin' room dancin' and kitchen table bills

Jake's childhood consisted of living on a farm in Texas, he was a Mama's boy. Sometimes when he was little he would sneak downstairs to watch his mom and dad dance in the living room together after they thought all the kids went to bed.

But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for

And you and I fell like an early spring snow

When Jake and Bradley first met, they almost immediately fell in love. There was nothing "casual" between each other. Even though Bradley was pretty reserved and timid with being in a romantic relationship, they connected easily and said they loved each other pretty quickly.

But reality crept in, you said we're too different

Bradley broke up with Jake stating that he was not ready for a relationship, he wasn't ready to open up, and--of course-- they were too different and would never make it.

You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes

Mr. Superior Thinkin'

Do you have all the space that you need?

Bradley: "We need space. This isn't going to work."

I don't have to be your shrink to know that you'll never be happy

Jake watched from afar as Bradley dated other people (he stalked his Instagram account). Bradley never looked truly happy like he did with him.

And I bet you think about me

I bet you think about me, yes

I bet you think about me

Bradley thinks about Jake 24/7. Everything he does is for Jake.

Oh, block it all out

The voices so loud, sayin'

"Why did you let her go?"

Bradley regrets it every day that he broke up with Jake. They could've made it work. Bradley just couldn't open up like Jake wanted him to. He couldn't explain to Jake his past. He feared that Jake would leave him because of how miserable he actually was. Jake made him feel safe and loved for once.

Does it make you feel sad

That the love that you're lookin' for

Is the love that you had

Bradley really thought that he would eventually get over Jake. He'd find a nice girl he could settle down with, have a family, and live a happy life. Now he's thirty-six.

Now you're out in the world, searchin' for your soul

Scared not to be hip, scared to get old

After he lost Jake, Bradley became self-conscious and scared that everything he did would eventually lead to his downfall.

Chasin' make-believe status, last time you felt free

After Bradley and Jake broke up, Bradley put all of his attention into his work. Work would at least distract him from breaking the love of his life's heart.

Was when none of that shit mattered 'cause you were with me

Nothing mattered when Jake and Bradley were together. They were happy and that's what mattered.

But now that we're done and it's over

I bet it's hard to believe

But it turned out I'm harder to forget than I was to leave

Jake nor Bradley never forgot about each other. They always think of each other. Even when doing the most mundane tasks.

And, yeah, I bet you think about me

I bet you think about me, yes

I bet you think about me

I bet you think about me when you're out

At your cool indie music concerts every week

I bet you think about me in your house

Jake practically lived at Bradley's house at the height of their relationship.

With your organic shoes and your million-dollar couch

I bet you think about me when you say

"Oh my God, she's insane, she wrote a song about me"

I bet you think about me

Jake and Bradley never forgot about each other. They'd eventually see each other again, a mission that would change both of their lives.

Also here's the song if you'd like to take a listen :D

[olympeline]

Now I’ve watched my first Eurovision, here are some thoughts and opinions on the results:

I don’t think Nemo deserved to win. His song was good, don’t get me wrong, but there were others that were better (Croatia, France, Israel). I’d put him in the top quarter but not at #1. I’m not on social media bar this little niche account but I’ve heard people are saying he won because he’s transgender. And because Switzerland is a traditionally neutral country. I don’t believe that, personally. It’s too tinfoil hat conspiracy theory for me. I think he won because the jury thought The Code was the best song for the radio. As in it’s the candidate likely to have mass appeal and sell the most singles. That’s my theory anyway 🇨🇭

And yeah, I agree with everyone else: Croatia was robbed. I don’t understand this result at all. Why was the jury so hard on him? My only theory is it’s a case of professional critics being snobby and deciding that because the public likes something it automatically becomes low brow and less artistic? That’s the only reason I can think of. Seriously two twelves out of thirty-seven? Whyyyy. I’m 100% on team #AbolishTheJury after this 🥲 🇭🇷

I didn’t like Ireland’s entry when I first listened to it and I still think the vocals are weak but the act as a whole? Strongest visuals in the competition. Just top tier costumes and staging. Is it right to do that well in a song contest if you’re carried by visuals? Hmmm. I don’t know. Like strip away all that flash and would you put Bambie Thug that high? Hmm. Uuhh? Mmmm? Not sure. It was like the opposite of France’s entry which had minimal effects and was carried solely by his song. So yeeaahh, IDK? Don’t know how I feel about Ireland’s high ranking. I could go either way 🇮🇪

Speaking of France, OMG, what a beautiful performance! Easily the strongest vocals in the contest. The emotion as he sang gave me shivers. Croatia is my #1 but if Baby Lasagna wasn’t there I would have voted for Slimane. I’ve heard he’s already huge in France and I can see why! Mon amour 🇫🇷

Israel’s song was also just beautiful. So sad and heartfelt too. I heard Eden (sorry, forgot her surname) is only twenty? If so, wow! Was she the youngest in the whole contest? Either way that’s super young and yet she did an amazing job! I can’t imagine that much pressure at that age. She should be very proud 🇮🇱

Such a bummer that Joost got canned. I bet he kicked himself all the way home. Europapa was one of my favourite entries and I think it would have done really well if he was allowed to perform. Like I said, a real bummer but then you can’t go around punching people behind the scenes. They were right to disqualify him for that. Hopefully he apologises and his career can move on from this sad incident 🇳🇱

I’m surprised Spain scored so low. I thought Zorra would have done better. It was catchy and had a good message. Maybe it just got lost in the shuffle? Or was it because it wasn’t in English? I don’t know. Oh well. I still enjoyed it 🇪🇸

I don’t think Olly Alexander deserved zero points from the public. His song wasn’t that bad! IDK but I would have thought that for an entry to get zero, they’d have to be genuinely awful. As in nothing redeemable whatsoever. Dizzy wasn’t that. Don’t misunderstand, I don’t think Dizzy deserved anything higher than mid, but no points at all? Too harsh. At least Olly already has a career to go back to. Still must have been crushing when the points were read out. Though he took it like a champ. Poor guy 🇬🇧

Finland was so much fun! What an absolute madlad. I unironically love No Rules! and the staging was so clever too. I wish he got more points though I’m not really surprised he didn’t. Still. We all need more Windows95Man in our lives 🇫🇮

I’m surprised Portugal did so well. Sorry to all my portubros but I found her song pretty boring. I couldn’t even remember it when the results were being read out. I think I get why the jury loved Switzerland so much but their love for Portugal confuses me. I guess they saw something in the song I didn’t? Different strokes 🇵🇹

Did Norway deserve to come last? It’s another one I have trouble remembering so ehhh, mayyybeee? It’s hard because I don’t think any of the entries were outright bad. Just some were a bit dull and didn’t leave much of an impression on me. I suppose last place has to go to someone. Hopefully next year will be better for them 🇳🇴

[levy120]

What I know now (Rayman OC Story)

Genre, Themes: Journey to the Past Prominent Characters: Poisen (OC), Mr. Dark, R1 characters get mentioned Words: 6,000 Warnings: Anxiety, Implied Child Abuse One Line Summary: Looking for a specific Spellbook from the Candy Chateau, Poisen is allowed access to a painting from back when the place still existed. Funfact: The story was written with just one song on the loop

Happy 20th Anniversary to this little dork!

This story can also be found on dA

What I know now

Poisen doesn't deserve this chance. He's sure of it.

But Rayman has already gone out of his way to ask the Bubble Dreamer of all beings for access to his old gallery, and at this point, it would be sacrilege to refute.

He'd explained to him that the paintings are moments in time, not actual time travel, and that there was no risk that Poisen could change events from the past by visiting them - to ease his mind. And to be fair… if all Poisen wanted to do was check out the lost libraries of the Candy Chateau (to hone his spells, as Ales had suggested) it did seem an easy enough option.

All the signs were pointing in this direction, it would be foolish not to take this quest.

And yet, Poisen feels his stomach sink as he lurks the gall looking for the right painting. 

Barely any people stand front and center in the drawings, and yet he feels watched. It's like he's passing by ghosts or a gravesite. Most of these places no longer exist, leveled from Polokus’s grand revision. 

More often than not he finds himself distracted, some draw him in, other paintings he rushes by fast, and just one he shields from view - but the mere glimpse of the cottage in the swamp is enough to make him want to turn back. It's not worth it.

Until he sees the familiar shade of pink glinting before him and makes a beeline for it.

The Castle itself looks unassuming in the picture, but that doesn't mean much. Poison cannot tell if it's from before or after the takeover as Mr. Dark had treated it with care - but right now, this is his best bet for finding the lost book Poisen seeks.

---

The hallway is too familiar, it scares him how easily he can navigate the place, how he knows exactly where to go and how not to run into people. For the longest time being invisible has been his safest bet.

The smell of sugar clogs his nose like a bad dream. It makes him nauseous and yearn for something bitter to cleanse his palette later.

In his mind, there are two destinations to investigate: Mr. Dark's study… and the library.

He's not on a time crunch, but he has yet to learn of the schedule within the painting. The guard rotation gives him a vague idea, but he's not daring enough to bump into the study first in case it is occupied. The library is going to be a safe enough start for his journey - and if he's in luck, it will be the only place he'll have to visit.

The sooner he gets out of here, the better.

---

“What are you doing in here?” a voice catches his ear. Young, and familiar in a way that rattles his core.

“Who are you?!” the voice insists, "No one is supposed to be here."

Poisen halts his every move. He doesn't dare turn around to look. There are shelves in the way and by the shuffling noises, it appears he has not yet been seen.

But it's not going to be for long.

"I'm a librarian," he lies, as he rakes his mind for a memory that rings at least a little bit familiar - but he comes up with nothing. "I'm putting the books back in the right order."

"We don't have a… I've never seen you before!" the little one accuses, still out of view. Poisen hears suspicion in the voice, but no hostility. He's trying to determine which timeframe he is stuck in. A lot of his youth was spent like this.

“I'm new,” Poisen decides. Ever cautious he cantrips up a simple disguise. 

It's his least favorite spell, it had taken him so long to feel comfortable in his own skin.

The dust settles on his skin to change the hue into something else, unassuming; his form shifts, ever slightly, to deter from his natural shape. 

It's advanced magic to disguise as another species - but honing his skills and researching his spells is what he has come here for.

He picks the shape of a Lividstone, out of place enough for him to be new here, but familiar enough for the kid to recognize him as one of Mr. Dark's goons.

Once that is done, Poisen steps into the aisle to reveal himself.

“What's your name?”

The little one furrows his brow and clutches the book in his hands closer to his chest. 

It looks old and heavy, is almost the size of the little limbles. A dark purple leather binding contrasts with the youngster’s green.

Maybe this one is what he came looking for.

“I haven't decided yet,” the boy answers reluctantly.

That narrows it down.

Poisen lets his gaze stray across the shelves, then catches another glimpse of the book his younger self is clinging onto.

With a thoughtful hum his hand scours the bindings until he finds a familiar bind. It's in a better condition than he last remembers it in.

“Try this one,” he says as he plucks the book out from its spot, “It might give you some inspiration.”

The little tyke looks at it critically before hesitantly taking it. Books don't bite - he learned soon to find comfort in worn pages.

“Plants?” he questions as he observes the cover. Poisen shrugs his hands.

“Because I'm green?” he spouts and Poisen can't help but laugh. The little one doesn't think it funny so he stifles his laughter behind a fist. 

“Maybe?” he edges. It's not been on the forefront of his mind, but he can't deny the coincidence now that it's slapping him in the face like that.

“I don't wanna be called like a stupid plant,” the boy murmurs, and Poisen thinks himself amused.

“You're green!” the boy accuses and it takes Poisen a moment to remember that he's referring to the Lividstone disguise, “I bet you're name isn't spinach either.”

Poisen shakes his head with a chuckled “No.”

In hindsight, the disguise was probably unnecessary. Poisen had been worried about the kid recognizing his own mirror image, but they look nothing alike.

The little one looks both paler than him, and yet more vibrant. There's an excitement about the kid, a farseek for seeing the world he's only ever finds described in books.

That's what being cooped up does to you. 

But Poisen, in his years, has seen too much; he wishes he could just retreat to a safe space and spend his time reading again.

But then again, the Candy Chateau is not much of a safe space either. 

Never was.

“What have you got there?” he asks as the little one puts the book he'd been harboring aside in favor of flipping through the herbology book.

“Don't put it back,” the kid warns him, “It doesn't belong on a shelf.”

Ah. Then it must be from Mr. Dark's study.

“You're gonna get in trouble for that,” Poisen warns him in a hushed tone. The kid glances back over his shoulder and pulls the book close again.

“Only if he finds out.”

“Fair enough,” Poisen whispers back and hunkers down to be on eye-level with the kid.

“I won't tattle,” he promises, “But you should bring it back soon.”

The kid gives him a look of apprehension and guilt.

“Can I have a look?” Poisen asks, “I won't move it, I'll keep it here where you can see it.”

The kid seems to think hard about it, looks like he's going to deny him for a moment - then he snaps the book about the herbs shut.

“Can you read it to me?” he asks suddenly, “There's words in it I don't understand.”

It jolts something in Poisen, like he remembers the moment. He'd taught himself to read, mostly, he remembers the Lady from Picture City coming by for the basics…

- but reading comprehension and Mr. Dark's spellbooks were a different beast entirely.

“I…” Poisen hesitates. What was he doing? But this could very well be what he came here for. 

“Yes. Of course.”

Rayman said he couldn't break things here - yet the situation tugs at his mind like a distant memory. But there is no face attached. The only thing he thinks to remember is the safe haven of the library… and ever present loneliness.

He lets the kid keep hold of the book to not start an argument, hastily scans the pages as the little one turns them over. There's a chance that what he's going to be shown is what he's looking for anyway. He readies the little notebook he brought along to take notes of anything that might seem relevant.

“What's this?” the little one stops on a page that Poisen doesn't recognize. It looks like a recipe for alchemy, handling of magical artifacts. Nothing he ever bothered to learn about.

“What about this page?” Poisen asks. He is not familiar with it. He would be if it were of any relevance.

The kid turns another page that shows illustrations of various artifacts, one of them… oh.

“Dark had it open when I borrowed the book. It needs to be open on this page when I put it back.” 

Poisen casts a worried look at the small one. There's a sense of trepidation.

“What does it say? What was he looking at? I wanna help if I can!”

Poisen sighs, flips the page back to the previous one. He starts jotting down notes. It's not what he came here for, but if this is what Mr. Dark had been using, then anything he knows might help to circumvent another harvesting or reverse lingering effects on the Protoon.

“Hey!” the kid tugs the book away from him.

“You said you were gonna read this to me!”

“Kid,” Poisen says and watches the face of his counterpart turn into a disapproving frown.

“You don't want to know.”

The kid shuts the book but Poisen's hand still lingers on the page. He's not letting the kid pull it back and he knows the tyke is too afraid of tearing a page.

“I'll call a guard!” he exclaims, “We don't have a bibrai- lib- you're a stranger!” Poisen hands the book back, trying to shush him. “You were gonna steal this!” “No, I wasn't,” Poisen hushes back. “Then tell me what it says or you're not seeing it!”

What a little-

“Fine,” Poisen grits through his teeth.  Maybe he can make something up.

He doesn't like lying to the kid. But he will if he must.

---

It is tedious to keep the good grace. It's ironic, he supposes, that he's always been this way; and as he's actively lying to his younger self he can't help but wonder what that says about himself. Trust has been something rarely extended. 

Apparently he's been like that all his life.

How do other people deal with it?

He wants to change for the better - he just doesn't know how to yet.

His notes fill up with information both useful and concerning.

All the while, the little one eagerly peppers him with questions. Some Poisen has an answer for, others he is just as lost on.

“What about this?” his past self asks as he taps an illustration on the page.

“That's the Scepter of Leptys,” Poisen tells him. “That artifact is from a different continent. From a different deity even.”

“What's a deity?” the little one asks, eyes full of wonder.

“Higher beings, that shape the world around us,” Poisen explains simply and allows himself to turn the page while the kid is still awestruck.

“Is Dark a deity?” 

The question stops Poisen in his track and he gapes down at the kind.

“Wha- No.” he says, “No, he's not.”

The boy hums and rocks back and forth on the spot as he tries to process the new info.

“He says he wants to shape the world. Can he become a deity?”

Poisen hopes to the gods not.

He stands suddenly, starts pacing. His gut churns at the very idea.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

Poisen doesn't know!

Mr. Dark is powerful. He is ambitious. 

Can Mr. Dark become a deity? Is that at all possible? 

“Mister!”

“The book doesn't say,” Poisen jolts. His hands have buried in his hair.

He doesn't want to insist on anything that might spark a conversation of the like between little Poi and the mage. That could only end badly.

His younger self seems to accept the non-answer well enough, but Poisen feels devastated regardless. 

He realizes then that he has to do something. He can't just… leave and let history repeat itself. This one still holds Mr. Dark in such high regards… it makes him sick to know where it's coming from. 

…

Rayman frees Teensies from the paintings all the time, right? Maybe he could…

Cam would love that? Having a son? An actual one?

He knows he shouldn't, but the possibility is tantalizing. But… would it enable Mr. Dark if the kid weren’t here? Distracting him? Stealing his books?

…

Poisen turns around and rips the book from the kid's hands to a protesting “Hey!” but he is bigger, stronger, keeps the kid at bay with one of his feet. His hands cannot reach this far.

Poisen tears out the relevant pages to vehement protests. There's a risk the little one will be on the receiving end of Mr. Dark's wrath… but only if he claims to know about it. And Poisen knows the kid is smarter than that.

“Thief!” he starts wailing, “Help! Stop! Thief.”

…or not.

Poisen rolls his eyes and bends down to pick the kid up and muffle his shouting with an angry hush. With a snap of his finger they find themselves at the top of a bookshelf just as one of Mr. Dark's minions peers into the library. 

The kid wails and kicks in the air, but Poisen keeps his snout pressed shut and the rest of him dangling. Below a second guard slips into the library.

When Poisen lets his disguise fall the little one goes still and turns even paler if at all possible.

Poisen watches the guard roam the library, the other one having already left with the tattered book.

“Will you shut up?!” Poisen hisses through his teeth when the goon is far away rummaging in another isle.

He feels the kid nod and after a moment of doubt, drops him at the top of the shelf, next to him.

“You do magic?!? And you… you look like-”

“Yes. And yes.” 

“Whoah…”

The kiddo stumbles backwards and Poisen catches him from falling off the shelves.

He pulls the kid back on the shelf, gives him a moment to process. He slowly watches that little brown begin to furrow.

“Who are you?” he asks cautiously and shifts away from Poisen. The older one already prepares for speculations, the fantastical wild tale of that weird truth he found himself in, only enhanced by the vivid imagination of a kid-

“Are you… are you my Dad?”

Poisen’s own heart breaks at the question.

That sounds more plausible than ‘I'm you, from the future,’ doesn't it? It would feel nice to think someone had been looking for him, wouldn't it?

But he takes too long to answer, sees the excited expectation shrivel into disappointment in the little one. When his own vision starts to blur all he can see is the kid turning away from him again, rejected (again), and hurting (still). It cuts himself to the bone to find these hopes dashed, to be the one to do it.

“I'm…” Poisen chokes out but his voice feels raw.

He tries to breath and inches closer.

He doesn't want to keep lying, but he can't exactly tell him the truth either now, can he?

“I'm not your dad, sorry.” he says, and in the hopes it might bring some comfort tags on “But I'm a friend. I know your Mom.”

“Proof it!” the kid demands; the heartbreak makes him lash out, “Why should I believe this is what you REALLY look like?!” 

…Fair point. 

The little one is keeping his distance; Poisen would be surprised if he wasn't. He wouldn't trust himself either. (Wait…)

With a sigh Poisen slouches next to the kid, lets his feet dangle from the shelf.

“Mr. Dark fished you from the Swamp of Forgetting.”

And just like that, the tension seems to leave the kid to be replaced with curious suspicion. Poisen knows, that he never told anybody until years after, it should be everything that needs to be said - but he keeps going.

“You don't remember anything from before that.” And if the kid not having decided on a name yet was anything to go by, “You only moved here recently. You secretly love to break off the mints from the wall in your room-.”

“Stop, stop, stop, stop-” the kid is shushing him in a weird turn of events. He looks spooked - but excited. 

“How do you- No way!” 

Poisen lets him process all the new information and chances another glance across the library. He’d made sure to talk quietly, but the kiddo is not exactly following in his stride. To his relief it seems that at some point the other minion left as well.

"Whoa, so you're like... me? From the future?” Now he's caught on. “And you came back to prevent, like, a big bad from happening or something?"

“No,” Poisen replies courtly. But he’s very much starting to want to. 

'I came to read books' feels kind of boring in the given light, but he also hadn't really expected to run into his past self either. 

“Tell me your name!” the kid demands.

“Not before you decided on one,” Poisen teases him.

“You’re very chatty,” he comments and ruffles the little one's hair. 

“And you’re not!” the kid protests as if insulted as he slinks away from Poisen’s hand, “What’s up with that?!” 

It’s like taking the wind out of Poisen’s sails. History has taught him well that some things are better kept to yourself… but he doesn’t want to put that burden on the little one, when he can barely remember a time during which he was so… outgoing. 

“Hey,” he tries to divert instead, “I know Mr. Dark says you can't learn magic… but I'd teach you. I want to!” he offers before he can think better of it - and the kid's eyes become huge.

“Really?” he asks.

“If that’ll help prove him wrong?” 

And the little one looks positively excited. 

He doesn't want the little one to stick around and face Mr. Dark’s wrath. He doesn't want to keep lying to the kid - or, essentially, himself. 

He wants for things to be better. He wants to tell him that nothing bad is gonna happen to him. He wants to promise. But he can't rightfully know if he can keep it.

Rayman said that while in the painting Poisen could neither change nor break anything… and he wants to put that claim to the test. 

The longer he stays, the more certain of it he is. 

He just cannot walk away from here, knowing things are as they are… and… not at least try.

“Yes,” he says, “Let's get you out of here first.”

Back to the gateway. Away from Mr. Dark's impending return.

---

The coated sugar crunches beneath his feet like snow. He's leaving traces that he hopes this world won't remember. It only occurs to him now what a bad idea it would be to lead Mr. Dark straight to his world, into the arms of Polokus…

So the next chance he gets he breaks off a candy cane and starts swiping their footsteps to the confusion of the little kid.

“What are you doing?” he asks. The little one sounds nervous. Poisen doesn't answer immediately, so he kicks him.

“Hey!”

“I asked what you're doing!”

Poisen remains silent. He looks back at the trail of… seemingly undisturbed glaze, but is sure if someone found the path, they'd still be able to track them.

“I don't want Mr. Dark to follow us,” he says, purposely simple. The kid doesn't seem to have the same level of dread just yet, but by the way that he's not digging deeper, Poisen is certain he understands why.

“But I wanna find my way back when we’re done.”

Poisen straightens his back and feels the way his grip tightens on the improvised tool.

“Don't worry,” Poisen tries to calm him, “It should be right around the corner.”

He passes the kid to walk around an oversized Candy Corn and-

“There it is!”

Poisen breathes a sigh of relief once he sees the gate that's supposed to lead them back to the gallery.

…But the kiddo by his side is looking increasingly nervous.

“I'm going back,” he says.

“Why?” Poisen asks.

“Dark will be looking for me.”

The little one is so upset, Poisen almost feels guilty. Almost.

"Not in the way you think," he says and hunkers down to be on eye-level with the kid. The little tyke is full on glaring at him now, but the tears don't make it as threatening as it could be.

"He's only looking for you to punish you for the state his book is in."

"But YOU'RE the one who broke it!" the kiddo immediately protests and Poisen shakes his head.

"He. won't. care."

Poisen reaches out a hand to comfort the kid, but he flinches away before Poisen can touch him.

"You're lying!"

"Kid," Poisen insists, "You'll thank me in 20 years."

Instead of heeding his words, the boy backs off.

He's gotten him so far…

“But the gate… it's right here.”

“There's nothing there!” the kid insists angrily and Poisen feels his stomach drop.

“But-” He reaches his hand through, the one clutching the torn out pages- and it goes through just find - but where he passes the treshold the pages he'd torn out earlier flutter to the ground no longer held by anything.

Poisen’s eyes blow wide and he retrieves his hand from the void to gather his evidence.

“No,” he breathes, “No. No. Nononono…”

He sticks his head through the gate to find that absolutely nothing wound up on the other side.

When he pulls back into the painting, he comes face to face with his younger self looking more anxious than ever.

The kid backs off further and Poisen realizes with horror the shit he's just gotten the little one into. He needs to fix this. 

He needs to!

The kid is stepping in a wide arch around him to pick up the pages - but Poisen retrieves his hand from the gate and snatches them away before the boy can reach them.

“Don't go back,” he warns, crinkling the paper in his grasp.

The kid shakes his head.

“If I bring these back, it will be fine.”

But his voice is thin and… he is crying now - he must already know that this won't be the case.

…

Poisen can't let that happen.

The objection is loud and the wailing imminent when Poisen summons another orb of light and the pages go up in flames.

“Don't go back,” Poisen presses, “You can't.”

“No!” the kid cries out as he's trying to catch the lit up pages. He's not listening to what Poisen is saying, too distraught in seeing the one plan he had go up in flames.

“We need to get you out of here,” Poisen insists, “I know a place-”

But when he reaches for the kid the boy backs off with a vehement “Go away!”

Tears are staining the little one's cheeks and Poisen's guilt pinches ten fold.

He drops in front of the kid.

“I'm sorry,” he bawls, too, “This is for your best.”

“Shut up!” the kid screeches and hauls a handful of glaze at Poisen. 

Yeah… he deserved that…

“You leave me no choice,” he says as he reaches for the kid. Who knew that his younger self could be so difficult.

But when Poisen tries to port them to a safe place inside this timeline, he finds his spell disrupted midway and them freefalling from midair, hurling towards a field of spiky crocant.

Both of them scream, Poisen flings the kid at a cream-puff before crashing into the hard candy himself. When he emerges from the brittle, he sees the boy bound back for the castle in hurried steps.

“Wait! Don't!” he calls after him and ports out of the splintered candy. So that works just fine. It stops him momentarily, as Poisen brushes the leftover crumbles from him (they're so sticky).

As the kid runs off, Poisen channels his magic to port after him. He materializes in front of the kid to cut off his path and make him steer in another direction, but Poisen lunges after him and is quicker.

The kid is screaming and shouting in his hold (again) and kicks Poisen in the chest, knocking the wind from him. He doubles over coughing and heaving and the kid slips free of his grasp.

That's his chance to make a break for it, but… 

He'd feel kinda bad about that. 

As Poisen remains keeled over, the sound of coughing mixed with something else that sounds like… sobbing, the younger one cautiously inches closer.

“Are you alright?” he apologizes, “I… didn’t kick you that hard.” 

Poisen coughs again before sitting upright, winded. His hand clutches the spot that the kid kicked earlier.

He looks at the kid, then avoids his gaze as he’s slowly catching his breath.

“Lesson Number One,” he wheezes, “Your magic supply is finite.” 

The kid looks surprised at that… and - now that Poisen is talking - sits down, at a safe distance.

“Thanks for not running,” he huffs. 

“Thanks for finally teaching,” the kid retorts dryly, and Poisen can’t help but give a winded chuckle. 

“Sorry about that. I’m just…” What little levity there was fades as his expression turns grim.

“You can't go back…” Poisen pleads. “You can't. I won't allow it.” The kid tilts his head at him.

“Why are you like that?” the kid inquires, almost offended, and Poisen leans back so he can breathe easier. He feels his chest strain from using so much magic, all of his muscles feel weak, but the uncontrolled quivering might be from something else still.

“I know you think you owe Mr. Dark because he saved your life,” Poisen says.

The kid is quiet for a moment, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“But…?” he inquires.

But Poisen can't put it into words. He doesn't know where to start. He doesn't know how to tell in a way the little one would believe.

He feels so lost.

Before he knows it, he's pulled the kid into a hug.

Apologies whirl in his mind but don't make it to his tongue. The moment he tries to put this warning into words… he bawls. 

The kid is spooked… but he no longer tries to run.

He tries again, his voice thin, like he's letting the kid in on a secret, his hands cling protectively.

“When Mr. Dark finds the book,” the one they left atop the shelves in the library - it will be a while, but it will happen, “I want you to be as far away from him as possible.”

The little one looks nervous now.

“If I can't escort you through the gate, then I'd at least would have wanted you with a confidant.”

When it comes to hypothetical options, Poisen truly isn't spoilt for choice by now.

He hopes Cam will be happy to be the first he considered and not hurt to be the first to be dismissed, but Poisen doesn't know where his mother is staying in this timeline. Is the aheart of the Ancients still save? Are they looking for him in the village at the blue mountains where he was supposed to go? The Swamps where he got lost? Is the Risen Peak a thing yet? He doesn't know.

And neither option is in any way close enough for them to just get there on foot, or with what little remains of his magic, even without the barrier innplace.

He would even have considered Betilla - although that might be weird with her already mentoring Rayman.

“I wanted to take you Space Mama. You know her, right?”

Picture City simply feels like the best choice. It's closer, and Space Mama would at least be a familiar face. As it is, he has spooked the kid enough already. 

“But I don't wanna go to Picture City,” the kid protests. Poisen almost finds it in himself to laugh out of sheer desperation. The irony that despite trying he wasn't able to take him there anyway.

After the little one had already not been able to see the gate, Poisen shouldn't be surprised that he wouldn't be able to escort the kid away from the Chateau when the painting itself doesn't extend so far… 

His range in this time-capsule is limited, the barrier that cut off his spell won't let Poisen pass beyond a certain range, and he doesn't trust the kid enough to send him off without an escort. With his track record he'd wander off a cliff or drown in a pool of ink…

…

So he needs to be sure the kid sticks with him, at least for the time being.

Cautiously, Poisen releases his hold from the kid, waits if he tries to run again and breathes a sigh of relief when he doesn't.

“I can't teach you magic when I'm completely drained,” he says and shifts away, assuming his favorite meditation pose.

“Your magic is not fairy given,” he says, tapping his own chest “It comes from in here.”

The little one is clearly confused by the sudden change in topic, but as long as it's what he'd been pestering him about relentlessly Poisen knows he wouldn't dare interrupt or walk off on his own.

“Before we try any spell, you need to find the connection with your core and tap into that.”

“How do I do that?”

To the best of his abilities, Poisen tries to put into words what took him months to get an understanding for. He doesn't expect it to click for the little one right away; he's expecting failure.

But he's also expecting stubborn tenacity.

Poisen tries to lead by example. With eyes closed, and his breathing deep, he tries to clear his mind and shake the lingering panic. If his skin quivers regardless he acknowledges the crisp air of the surrounding mountainside. The smell of sugar lies heavy in the air. He's never been a fan… but it holds something familiar, something - despite everything - comforting.

He hears the shuffling of feet and chances a glance at the source. The kid has bound next to his side and is trying to mimic his posture.

“How do you float?”

Poisen finds it in himself to smile after everything.

“That's just what happens when you do it right. You need to focus.”

“I'm gonna focus so hard!” the kid exclaims and proceeds with a face like pushing a boulder.

Yeah, that's not gonna work.

“If it's any consolation, I didn't figure it out until at least-” 

The Protoon. And his guard duty on Betilla. And Mr. Dark's defeat at Rayman's hands…

Yeah… Best not to bring that up.

He chances a cautious glance at the kid. He's trying so hard. 

“I mean… you're further ahead than I was your age. You'll figure it out,” Poisen chuckles, and resumes his own meditation.

The dwindling questions are a good sign he thinks, of the little one slowly getting the hang of it.

---

When he next wants to check in on the kid, he is gone. Poisen flings from refreshed into alarm in seconds.

“Kid?” he calls to no answer, “Kid?!”

The glaze surrounding him looks entirely undisturbed, there are no signs or footprints or any other indication of them having been here.

“Kid!” he calls out again. His feet land on the glaze with a soft crunch.

But of course if he's not here - there's only one place he could have gone back to!

Cautiously Poisen tracks back to the Chateau. It seems… peaceful enough. He has a hunch.

His feet lead Poisen back to the library. Books that he remembers pulling from the shelves are still in pristine order where he first found them.

When a familiar “What are you doing in here?” catches his ears - more curious than it is alarmed, Poisen wants to cry with relief.

“Mr. Dark is looking for a book,” he replies before the kid can come close enough to see him, “I thought it might be here.”

“He is?!?” the young voice replies with a sense of fear.

“Uuuh… which book? I'll help!” the voice piques up, and Poisen can't help but smile to himself.

“Some kind of spellbook. He insists that he's last seen it in his study, but that it's no longer there.”

When he checks, Poisen finds that his notes from earlier are still there. They’re rough, but better than nothing. Surely Betilla or Ales might be able to scour out the right book from those notes alone. 

The sound of little feet puttering away is music to his ears and even if he can’t get the young one out of this place entirely… it helps to know that things will be alright for him… for now. 

And maybe this time around, Poisen can find the book he’s actually looking for. 

But first… he just needs to be sure of one more thing.

When Poisen skulks the halls again, he's not trailing after the kid, but following another familiar route… until he finds what he's looking for and climbs out of the adjacent window. 

He ports the small distance up and lingers at the steep of an upper window, where he can easily cling to the roof and get a clear view from above right into Mr. Dark's study. 

The sorcerer himself is there, busying himself with the crystal ball in the corner of the room. It's easy to spot its glow in the dimly lit room.

To his relief he doesn't yet seem agitated about the missing book. 

He seems to have beaten the little one though as the stand where Mr. Dark likes to keep his books is still suspiciously empty.

When the door to the study creeks open, the room is flooded with light from the hallway. The kid treads with careful steps, but when he spots Mr. Dark in the corner, he forgoes putting the book back to its spot and instead trots over to the sorcerer.

Poisen feels his breath seize and his muscles tense as his fingers almost break the candid rim of the windowsill.

From up here he can't understand what the little one is says. But he tugs at Mr. Dark's coat, interrupts what he's doing and has the sorcerer turn around.

Beneath the rim of his large hat Poisen can't see his expression, but his younger self is holding out the book with a nervous smile. Mr. Dark raises his head and Poisen readies himself to intervene -

When Mr. Dark takes the book and ruffles the kid's hair. 

It's like time stops and Poisen forgets how to breathe. Below, Mr. Dark carries the book back to its spot and dismisses the kid who nods his head with a proud smile as he shimmies off…

And Poisen feels a pang of jealousy that topples his world upside down.

Relief muddles into betrayal and doubt.

He knows better. He knows he does. He knows that this is wrong. That it's not gonna last. That… that….

He pushes away from the window and leans against the roof. His fingers brush over the gingerbread tiles in an attempt to ground himself, but the effort feels mute. 

He should not have come here. He should have stayed in the library and committed to his research.

He feels foolish… but he knows better. He knows that he knows better. It's just…

It's too early yet. 

When he returns to the library there's no joy when he finds the familiar volume he's looking for. His hand feels cold and shaky when he transcribes the pages of his spells and possible enhancements. When he slides the book back into it's place on the shelf it's with a grounding sigh.

His gaze drops to his scraggled notes. The ones he'd just made, and the rough transcripts from Mr. Dark’s book, and he finds new resolve. 

Betilla will want to see this. 

With this, he's sure they can heal the Protoon.

He knows where his place in the world is. He's learned it the hard way, found it painstakingly.

He knows it's not here. As much as the voices in his head would like to differ.

[luizazemi]

I closed my eyes and I saw everything 3/???

A huge thanks for following the idle adventures of our favorite Na'vi teenagers in my Avatar : The Way of Water fic! Also know that the amount of ship I see in the tags make me really happy. Here is more.

Including mangrove roots, a bead, and a bonding moment.

[Title after this song]

For a moment, the young Omaticaya was almost back in the high camp. Neteyam didn’t know how long he had lay there, lost in his flow of memories, but the Metkayina blue sky had turned into the wood-bark dusk. The village was now buzzing, getting ready for the evening – sharing the goods gathered in the reef or the jungle, reuniting with the family members spread through the island and the inlet during the day, telling each other what the day had been made of. 

All the activities seemed so trivial to Neteyam. Didn’t they have anything more important to do? The Omaticaya had explored forests, discovered mountains, fought and overcome the Sky People. Why, of all the clans Pandora hosted, did his father choose such an uneventful place? Were the Sullys so weak that they should conceal themselves in the reaches of the world?

Neteyam clicked his tongue. The feeling was so familiar, and yet so frustrating. But he would comply. As he always did.

With a stretch, he went out of the marui. The salt in the air and on his skin tickled his senses. The distant crash of the waves along the atolls had cradled him to sleep. In a way, he was thankful for that. This everlasting lullaby was way more comforting than the rustling of the rainforest.

“I have been looking for you.”

He barely had the time to properly greet Aonung. The Mektayina threw something at him. Startled, Neteyam thanked his parents for sharpening his senses. He grasped the token effortlessly, and, between his thumb and his index, observed it in the setting sun.

“A bead?” he said, blankly.

“Well, a bet’s a bet,” Aonung argued. “Though you kind of let me win this round. We’re even now.”

Somehow, being even with Aonung had a nice ring to it. Neteyam gazed at the bead with open curiosity. The gem sure was small, and yet so neatly polished, so perfectly round. When he compared it to the beads in his hair, Neteyam could feel the objects shared but only the same name. For the simple beauty of the bead was far greater than any accessory the Omaticayas had ever come up with.

“Where do you find them?”

“Some mollusks hold them.”

“Inside their bodies? Like eggs?”

“Sort of.”

“But they’re no eggs.”

“You bet they’re not! I wouldn’t have offered you an egg.”

Neteyam laughed.

“I would’ve had to keep it.”

Then he added, playfully:

“A bet’s a bet.”

Aonung sighed, but laughed in turn.

“Next time, you’ll be the one fetching me a bead.”

“Well, you’d better teach me where I can find them first. Or you might as well wait for the ikran to bend!”

Neteyam regretted the analogy even before Aonung had frowned. He looked back at the sea as if the great stretch of water could be of any help. But it clearly didn’t know what an ikran was either.

“Ikran are the flying beats we arrived on. And they are a bit temperamental.”

“More or less than a tsurak?”

The picture of the long, many-razor-toothed mouth gliding menace froze Neteyam. Why did Eywa allow a creature so inappropriate, and yet so threatening to swim in the peaceful Pandoran sea?

His face must have sold the boy out, because Aonung burst into laughter.

“Well, mount an ilu first, we’ll see for your temperamental rides later.”

That being said, he took Neteyam by the shoulder, and led him towards the centre of the village.

“We have other plans for tonight, anyway.”

“More surprises?”

He had secured the bead in the palm of his hand, not knowing how to attach it to his braid. He should ask later, preferably to someone else than the giver. He didn't want to give Aonung another reason to witness how awkward he was.

“No,” Aonung mused. “Or maybe you will. I don’t know what will be said, and since you’re so easily moved, maybe some of it will surprise you.”

They climbed on an upper root, leading towards the gathering place like a bridge to society. Beneath them, txampaysye swam idly, as if a part of that communal ceremony as well. Aonung smiled:

“Two beads that you’ve never seen anything like this.”

“Three beads that it does not surprise me more than the tsurak mounting.”

Aonung elbowed him. Neteyam nudged him back.

“I still do not know where the beads lie.”

“Well, that’s entirely on you.”

“Four beads that you show me where I can find them.”

“Five that you beg me to.”

Neteyam gave him a half shocked, half mused look.

“Warriors don’t beg.”

“Warriors mount tsurak.”

“I do mount an ikran.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

They had reached the gathering place. It was a small inlet of sand trapped between the mangrove roots, apart from the beach and the docks. The Metkayina had spread in small groups, some families, others in their age-range. Neteyam looked for his parents, who should have not been difficult to spot, but Aonung didn’t give him the time.

“Whether you can mount your ikran or not doesn’t matter here. Because, here, you must follow the water way.”

Neteyam sighed. They were now walking across the sandbank, towards the jungle. And that piqued his curiosity much more than the Mektaniya spiritual advice.

“And what does the water way command me to do?”

He straightaway hated the Lo’ak tone that had just crossed his lips. Maybe he was spending too much time with his brother. Aonung must not have appreciated it either, for he stopped, a few feet away from a large group of Na’vi gathered in a respectful circle.

“To open your eyes and your ears.”

[fanaticsnail]

Just read "run away with me"

Snail you can't keep getting away with this!!!!!! There were Jane Austen/Bridgeton vibes but in the best way, they didn't conflict with the typical comedic and upbeat vibes of One Piece at all it just Worked. The wistfulness of wanting to live and be loved and I seriously appreciate how you respected it as a dream? Bc they weren't centreing their dream and life around another it was about what they wanted. The way Luffy had so much respect for that dream as well was so touching, it reminded me of Meg from Greta Gerwigs Little Women. How Greta had said that Meg was almost ashamed of wanted to find love & a family, but she knows her dream and has enough courage to fight for it

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSN5gUm6R/

^it made me think of this edit I saw once and had to SCROLL to find again

(also, I love how everyone was like "she's hot" - thanks, I know 🤭)

Song-wise, I thought immediately of "arms unfolding" by Dodie (hEARTBREAKING) - it's a song not about from the singers perspective but about two people who fell out of a relationship and decided to give it another go, but it could also work for someone hurt by love once and trying again. Similarly, "Ready Now" by Dodie as well has the same vibes of learning to trust and open up again, not necessarily to love but to accept that people can be kind

It also made me think of my fave artist for the last two years Leanna Firestone. Now I could talk about her songs for ages BC there is a multiverse within them, she will have lyrics that reference previous songs and I can and have written notes and paragraphs recording the references. Specifically, it made me think of "Reincarnation" and "Love of my Life" (and you should listen in that order if you do) which is about how she had a situationship who didn't work out ("you just didn't like me that much"). She put so much into it that she was scared she'd lost the love of her life and that she'd be nothing without it ("Phantom Pain / the rapture" < one of my fave songs) only to realise that love works through reincarnation so she has a new love of her life.

So, because I now have brain rot, here are some of her songs and who they remind me of:

"Google Translate" (context wise, Not Good. This was the bad situationship. However, it is very cute) - Sanji!! From Sanjis perspective. The singer learnt french in highschool so the love interest will translate things to tell her, including "Je pense que Lea est tre Jolie" (you are pretty), and she knows that the L/I doesn't fall as easily as she does (sound familiar?) So she will tell him 'i love you' in every other language instead so she doesn't jinx it

"Gambling Addiction" Sanji! Singer has a gambling addiction and keeps betting everything on relationships and people, but keeping up hope.

"Smitten / Vulnerable" (her album has two songs back to back in one song, bc some of them are short) Sanji again! "You smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing that I'd ever seen, then you apologised and you covered your mouth because you're insecure about your crooked teeth, but, can I just say this; I'm kinda glad that you never got braces, because I like your smile just the way it is". He deserves to be loved just as fiercely as he loves!! Vulnerable is about being vulnerable but knowing that he likes that about you because it means you feel safe to open up.

"God and the Government" Sanji once again, OR Luffy. Saying you didn't think you'd ever want to get married but you would for this one person. "I'd paint the picket fence white, put it up myself, say 'i can do it alone' you'll tell me you know but you'll still help, and that's exactly why you'll make the perfect husband"

"Strawberry Mentos" Luffy Luffy Luffy LUFFY!!!! This is so Luffy. The love interest keeps eating her favourite candy (strawberry Mentos) so she'll taste it when they kiss, and L/I is so sweet she's going to get cavities but it will be worth it. So she buys and eats black licorice even though she hates it just to see him smile at the taste. And the description is so Luffy "you're deliberately kind, you make efforts to share your time, you're not afraid of your feelings and you're not afraid of mine, I never knew love could be soft, I never knew love could be light, and now I'm so helplessly sugarhigh on you"

"(redacted)" Sanji or Nami. The song is actually about a girl, she likes the singer and the singer is pretty sure she likes her back but doesn't want to give her hope and use her as an experiment, very sad. (The singer did turn out to be bi and wrote a short song about it, but didn't release it)

"TN / I always knew" (but just focusing on TN, not the other one). Anyone, but kinda Usopp vibes. Long distance love song about wanting to meet up and show someone the places you grew up and the previous versions of yourself. And even if they end before the visit, she still wants them to go there because she knows they'll like it

"Suneater" anyone (particularly Luffy tho). It's actually a song about Tamaki Amajiki from Boku no hero academia. The singer was a fan and wrote a song about one of the characters. She compares the love interest to being so bright they swallowed the sun, but she only swallowed the moon and reflects his light. Lots of metaphors about seeing stars and constellations, and comparing them to constellations, being eclipsed, heaven and earth colliding when they met, being the moon to someone's sun. "I will keep the tides in tune if you will make the flowers bloom, and gravity will do the rest and pull me back to you, just like Hades and Persephone, the boy who ate the sun and me, you have brought sunshine to the dark side of the moon"

"Right Person, Right time" any! As opposed to the song "You just didn't like me that much" where they weren't the right person at the wrong time they just didn't like her that much. This time, it's the right person so it's the right time. Very sweet

And if you're in the mood for angst, I would suggest

"Do you wanna be friends?" / Newly unrequited (yes that's the whole name, including the ""). Song about being in a situationship and then getting asked to be friends, and deciding to do it despite the pain bc you want to have them any way you can. Followed by a song apologising for breaking your promise to be friends because it hurts too much

Or "Burnt out" (breakup song, very painful, you just have to listen to get it)

Sorry for the long ask, but I really love the artist so I got some serious brain rot (other than these love songs I'd suggest anything from the 'Good Grief' EP, which is less love focused and quite sad except for 'Foreverever' which is much more upbeat and about being a teenage girl forever because 'her pain is my pain I'll carry her with me', or "Alone Forever Probably", or "Least Favourite only Child")

HELLO YOU! I have never seen Little Women, but after that edit: I know I'm going to absolutely adore it. I love Bridgerton - I didn't think I would, but now I'm a hopeless romantic and I can't not watch it. The soundtrack for the whole series speaks to my soul.

Balancing occupations in the One-Piece world and centralizing romance is a tricky feat, especially because I wanted to lay out all of my angst at the Happy-Go-Lucky Captain.

The Luffy Fic with the Dodie Suggestions: arms unfolding and ready now absolutely fit. I adore her tone, very beautiful, romantic and whimsical: "She" could also fit that fic, from Luffy's perspective.

Now, I'm going to link the Leanna Firestone songs here for future reference:

Reincarnation

Love of my Life

Phantom Pain / the rapture

Now then, onto your song suggestions for future fics. I adore listening to new music and sharing melodies to aid in writing.

You are putting me to WORK today, @sexc-snail!

Sanji:

Google Translate

Gambling Addiction

Smitten / Vulnerable

God and the Government

(Redacted)

Luffy:

strawberry mentos

right person right time

MHA: suneater

Usopp:

TN / I always knew

Misc Break-up:

Do you wanna be friends

Burn Out

Good Grief

Foreverever

Alone Forever Probably

Least Favourite Only Child

I love her indie-tone and the almost spoken-word mixing peacefully with the melody. She does pain and angst exceptionally well. The way she uses her tone to dance along rhythmically brings me way back to the high school days in band and orchestra studies: I cherish being drawn back there, truly.

I can't wait to get to writing more! I'm glad you enjoyed the Luffy fic, I wasn't sure how to go about writing for him, but I'm very happy with the way it turned out in the end.

Masterlist here, just in case!

[a-otter-appears]

What Your Favorite Deltarune Chapter 2 Song Says About You!

(Thank you for all the love on the Undertale and chapter 1 parts. :) the last part - until next time)

Faint Glow: Is there truly any courage in your soul when you can barely kill that spider? But really, you're pretty chill. (Also see: Don't Forget)

Girl Next Door: Like a sugar cookie, you're sweet on the inside and outside. Everyone thinks you have it all together, but you don't. You easily burn out, and crumble under pressure. You can't please everyone even if you could. (Also see: Lost Girl, Ferris Wheel)

My Castle Town: You hang on heavily to the found family trope. You want to have a life where you can live and enjoy everything with those dearest to you. You also love the rain. :) (Also see: The Legend)

Queen: Unpredictable, you're the wine aunt and somehow ALSO the child of the friend group. Sane people fear you. (Also see: Berdly, Pandora Palace, Attack of the Killer Queen, Giga Size, Knock you Down !!)

A CYBER'S WORLD: You're like original Sprite. You generally keep up to date on current events and dramas. You're like the cool popular kid that's nice to everyone. :) (Also see: WELCOME TO THE CITY)

Cyber Battle (Solo) / When I get Happy I Dance Like This: You love going out and looking for an amazing time! You have fun going head to head in competitions, and no matter if you win or lose, you're just glad you get to play.

Sound Studio / Mini Studio: The older sibling of Cyber Battle. You don't actually like being in competitions, so you watch from the sidelines and cheer on your friends and favorites.

Berdly/Smart Race: You have so much brain power yet use it on the dumbest things. You give off the energy of Game Theory FNAF videos. (Also see: The Legend, Queen, Bluebird of Misfortune, Attack of the Killer Queen)

Faint Courage: You say to everyone you won't cry when someone dies in a movie/TV show, but instantly break the moment it happens.

WELCOME TO THE CITY: Quite a busy bee! You've got no time to chat and lots to do! Yet somehow you almost spend more time online than on your actual work... (Also see: A CYBER'S WORLD)

Spamton/NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A: You are a danger to yourself, society and the world. /hj You can chat someone's ears off the moment they're in ear shot, and when you want something, you WILL get it. You're great at figuring out where to hit people in the heartstrings. (Also see: BIG SHOT)

Elegant Entrance: 30 step self care routine. (Also see: Queen)

Bluebird of Misfortune: I'm glad you've finally matured more. (Also see: Berdly)

Pandora Palace: You would be SO willing to get into a heist. You love the thrill of the hunt and getting into where you shouldn't be. Rules don't apply to you. (Also see: Queen)

Acid Tunnel of Love: Single. (Also see: The Legend, Lancer)

It's Pronounced "Rules" : Listen, I am amazed at how many times you lose yet still manage to get back up. Even if you know you won't win, you still curse and swear about it. You're pretty much a sore loser. You really did get handed the worst luck ever. (Also see: Lancer)

Lost Girl: You constantly look back and wonder where everything went wrong. You want your happy life back and to not have everything so complicated. (Also see: Ferris Wheel, Girl Next Door)

Ferris Wheel: You still hold onto your sense of child wonder. I bet you enjoy looking through store displays, or the warmth a hot drink gives you on a cold day. You don't want to take any moment, big or small, for granted. (Also see: Girl Next Door)

Attack of the Killer Queen: You are calculated and precise. It would be a horrible time if someone played against you in a competition. You still hang onto a playful and silly side, and those closest to you know it very well. (Also see: Queen, Berdly)

Giga Size: You scare me! If you're ever in the position of a leader you would either abuse your power, or do something fabulously weird and/or worst. I also have a strong sense you had a weird history phrase like ancient Greece, ancient Egypt, the cold war... (Also see: Queen)

Knock You Down !!: I just know you have a natural cool energy about you. People look at you in awe and wonder. You probably have some pretty sweet talents! (Also see: Queen, Pandora Palace)

The Dark Truth: Why are you so good at deceiving people and why do you do it so often!?! (Also see: Don't Forget)

BIG SHOT: Sly and charming, like if Halloween was a person. You love toying around with people, showing them the weird noises/things you can do with your body. You have so much stored up energy that make you seem crazy to some. You could probably be very good at manipulation if you wanted to be. You're going to be either a science or liberal art major. (Also see: Spamton, THE WORLD REVOLVING, Battle Against a True Hero, Dummy!)

Dialtone: Cold and lonely, you want someone, anyone, to actually care about you. (Also see: The Legend, THE WORLD REVOLVING)

sans. : (Also see: sans.)

Until Next Time: Studying perhaps? You have a strong urge that there's still much more to where life is going to take you. Embrace it. (Also see: Don't Forget)

[vannahmontannah]

"ROOF! ROOF!"

"Ugh! Milo! Shut up! Fuck is you even barking for, bruh?"

Yeah, yeah...another day. Ugh! He probably barking because he needs to go out to the relief area. Sometimes I wish he could do it himself and come back.

I get up outta bed—ya already know how that junk go. No need to explain even further than that.

Anyway, it's a big day at the dealership. We get a handful of new cars in today and me being the BEST salesman there is, you know how I handle things. I don't just wear no suit to work. I got it like that to wear I can wear a certain outfit and still look presentable, you know what I'm sayin'? But I do wear my identification.

I hop in the shower, eat a lil bit of food, feed my dog, and get ready for the day. I checked my notifications to see if my boys got some going on and then I dip out. Every time I go outside, I get stopped for some compliments here and there and I truly appreciate it. I love all the love I receive. But do I got a girl? Why you in my business?

**Bzz! Bzz!

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Good morning,"

"Wassup?"

"Do you think you can send me $300?"

"For what?!"

"Well, I need it to go shopping,"

"Naomi, why don't you get a job, girl?"

"You know I'm trying! But, really wanna go out this weekend. You know I never beg,"

"Never? I wanna see what your 'barely' looks like,"

"Please, Duke? I promise I'm looking,"

"Just request it and I'll accept it. You know I can help you find some,"

"I'm good. I believe my friend is helping me out with streaming,"

"It's gone take time and dedication,"

"I'm fully aware,"

"But I'm on my way to work. I'll send it when I get there,"

"Thank you. Have a good day!"

"You too,"

~~~~~~~~~~~

I arrive at the gig and there was like 27 new cars on the lot! I can spot them that easily. It was some more still coming in. We get some used cars a lot too, but it kind of takes away from the new cars we have and receive. I parked my car and hopped out. Everyone at my job is cool for the most part and I have no issues with them. At least I don't think so. If it ain't addressed, keep it on the playground. Simple.

"If it ain't the fashion God himself!" My manager greeted.

"Sup, Michael,"

"Hey! We gone have a busy day today. Be prepared for this one. 6 new SRT's, 7 Mustangs, 5 Mercedes Benz, 10 Kia's and a few others. Shop opens in an hour and I have to get all of this shit filed. Fuck!"

"You need some help?"

"Nah, I got it. Hey, I was looking through the appointment list and saw a well-known name pop up. Got any idea who Justin Barker is?"

"I think he's another streamer if I'm not mistaken. He also does music on the side, but I'm not too big on him. He coming in?"

"I guess so. I see him right here. Purchasing a brand new 2024 Kia EV9,"

"Whew! Hella money dropped on a car,"

"Yeah, but if you can keep up with the payments, you good. You go and get settled and imma finish getting things in order,"

"Bet,"

~~~~~~~~~~

It's another loud morning at Justin's house per usual. Sometimes he's up and working on some music, but he tends to forget there's other people in the house. He's drumming, playing the guitar, cursing because he can't get a certain tune right, and so forth. Zuri, his girlfriend, is irritated by the constant disruption and urges he takes a break!

"Goddamit! Fuck, man! I can't get this right!" Justin curses.

"Justin! Oh my gosh, babe! Calm down!"

"I'm sorry, I just...I just get so stressed, like, I know I can do better than this!"

"I believe in you, Justin, but we have to think about other people in the house when it comes to noise. I don't mind you playing the guitar, but the theatrics has to stop. Please!"

"I'll work on it,"

"And you better stick to it. What you working on anyway?"

"A new song I've been meaning to put out for some time now and I just get so stuck on the damn chorus and even some times the bridges. I feel lost..."

"Since when has my baby ever been lost?"

"This song is just...personal,"

"Well, you have to take your time and let the art come to you,"

"Tried that,"

"Maybe that's a sign for you to take a break then,"

"I can't do that!"

"Yes you can. Your audience will understand,"

"This is how I make my living! I'm at this every other if not every day,"

"Justin, if this means a lot to you then you have to feel your work. Take time off for you! And besides, don't you have a car to get today? Focus on that instead,"

"Yeah, you're right. Almost forgot about that fucking car. Let's not waste money and hurry and get it!"

"There's the happy and energetic Justin I know! Let's go get our new whip,"

"Our?"

"Well, yours...yours works too,"

"You have a car,"

"Okay, well damn! I can't be supportive?"

"You can. Let's just forget it and just get the car,"

"Whatever you say,"

~~~~~~~~~~~

"This is a 2020 Kia Sol—" I said.

"Ain't these the cars that be getting jacked a lot?" The customer said.

"They may be getting jacked, but they can get jacked with this heat pack, for sure!" The co-signer added.

"I don't know, son. These are high risk cars,"

"Anything is good for right now dad. I got this. Plus this is the newer model. Im good,"

"You sure you want this?"

"Yes,"

"Okay, man, we'll take it," the dad said.

"Alright, just step back inside and we can get you started from there," I said, leading back indoors.

"Dennis! Just the guy I was trying to see," Micheal said.

"Wassup?"

"Just got off the phone with Justin and he said he's pulling up. He's changing his mind about the EV9 and wants to look around to see if there's any other options. You think you can take him for me? I got a bigger situation right now,"

"I would, but I'm doing someone right now,"

"I'll have Garrett take over for you. I'll even add this to your check,"

"Fine with me. That's the car they getting right there,"

"Gotcha. Thanks again,"

"You good,"

I've watched a few of Justin's videos before. Guy has some talent, but he can do too much at times. He can even come off as arrogant and obnoxious. Heard he had a girl, but I rarely lay any attention to that. But if he does, how on Earth does she deal with him?

I got a text from sis and she sent me pictures of her shopping with my money. I don't appreciate this. She betta get a job before I sue for all money sent. Reporting to the FBI for scamming and trafficking if she ask for one more thing. Watch!

Some time goes by and I see a black Porsche drive into the lot. Windows are tinted, so I can't really see inside. He parked right in front of the glass doors too. Who does this guy really think he is?

He comes out the car and walks straight inside. But, there's another person in the car. The door opens and a woman comes out, shaking her head. He had a whole woman in the car and didn't open the door? WHAT?! They both come in and start looking around. Boy am I gonna have a field day.

"Hello! Welcome to the dealership! My name is Dennis and you must be Justin,"

"Yes, sir. Nice to meet you,"

"Vis versa. Heard you're looking for a new car?"

"Yeah, man. I just wanna see my options. I'm looking for something...exotic, but smooth. Something that's made for cruising, but still luxurious. You know?"

"I got just what you need. Follow me this way. Good morning, ma'am,"

"Good morning!" She smiled.

I smiled back. It was a reflex guys! Anyways, let's see what this dude want and hurry up and get him out the way. I take them to the side where most of the expensive cars are, but he can get a really good price on them if his credit is right.

"Ight! So out here are the 2023 Challenger SRT's. They run from around $55,000 to $87,000. The newer model Ranges are over here and they start at $100,000. Over here are the 2023 Phantom Rolls Royce's and these start at $500,000. SRT's are pretty loud, but the ladies love 'em. Range Rovers are pretty chill and comfortable, bringing that nice cool vibe. Royce's give you that luxury experience and have you feeling and looking good,"

"What about that Aston Martin over there?" Justin pointed.

"Oh, these! These are one of our best sellers as well. Starting off at $185,000 with a down payment of $4,000 a month if you don't wanna pay in full. This one has 542 to 697 horsepower, 9-speed automatic, all-wheel drive, and a 3 year warranty. The interior has black and blue leather seats, 7 over head lights, Bluetooth speakers, and it seats 5 people in total,"

"Hmm...I think I kinda like this one. You said up to 697 horsepower?"

"Yup,"

"Mmm...what you think, babe?"

"I love it! You seem to be interested in this one the most," she smiled.

"Yeah. I think imma go with this one,"

"Alright. Step on inside and we can get you started,"

"You need my ID and stuff?"

"Yeah,"

"Uh, Michael said I can just come and take it. Drive it off the lot,"

"Hold on. Let me check,"

I took out my phone to call Michael because what the hell is going on here. He ain't even pay yet!

"Yeah?" Michael answered.

"Hey, I got Justin here. He said that you said he can take the car and go?"

"No, he needs to get his background first, pay and then leave,"

"He said you need to pay and then leave," I said.

"Do ya not know who I am?"

Oh he one of those. I should have known.

"Regardless of that, you still have to follow the same procedures as everybody else, man,"

"Justin, just do what the man says, please?" Zuri asked, rolling her eyes.

"I'm just saying. I have a status. You know this, Zuri,"

"Justin, not today,"

After some time past, I was finally able to get this mother fucker off my hands. One of those privileged white kids I see. I can't believe she puts up with that. Another self-centered human being.

[my-lost-darling]

Sing Me A Song {Ichabod & Wendy}

In which Wendy out smarts Nimble once again with the help of Ichabod.

@assistedbyreason

Read It From The Start:

Challenge 1.   Challenge 2.   Clever Whispers (Hatter & Wendy) Challenge 3. Open Positions (Jess & Wendy) Challenge 4.

WENDY

Wendy couldn’t sing at the Court any longer and while she kind of hated it, she also wasn’t as bothered. There were ways around it. 

This was actually the weakest bet that Nimble had made. Wendy couldn’t perform but that didn’t mean she couldn’t sing at the bar or sing to her friends or with them. She just couldn’t perform.

And if she wanted to.

Well that’s where her and Ichabod were heading right now.

“Have you been to [name redacted] yet? I’ve only found it once before.” And yet here it was in front of them as if it had always belonged here.

ICHABOD:

It was weird for Ichabod to be going to [name redacted] with Wendy instead of The Court. He was used to walking with her to work, at this point, and while this was more a date rather than their usual walk to The Court it was still… strange. Not that he didn’t enjoy it. Wendy was someone who had grown on him rather quickly; something that still took him by surprise. Though, he felt it had more to do with the fact she was so straightforward with him rather than playing coy. Ichabod was the type of person who could easily get lost in the little games people liked to play. It had certainly led to heart break a time or two before.

But he wasn’t focusing on the before. He was focusing on the now and that caused him to squeeze her hand just slightly as they made their way to the seemingly elusive place.

“I haven’t. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it before,” he admitted it easily, looking over at her for a moment. The place looked non-assuming. Which was probably why many people couldn’t find it. A perfectly normal explanation to something he wasn’t super focused on anyways. “Is it supposed to be hard to find?” 

WENDY

Wendy nodded, "the interesting thing about the shoppe is that it acts like a pop up but you have to know where and when it will be.” Just like this morning when she had come across a post and immediately the plan formed in her mind.

Wendy would give a giant Fuck You to Nimble with this action too.

Or maybe it just slipped from their view when you didn’t need it.

“I have a surprise for you though.”

ICHABOD:

That was a confusing thing to follow. And one that Ichabod didn’t fully understand. Storefronts were typically stationary. That was the whole appeal. For a place to act like one– It made him wonder. He wondered what type of town he’d moved to and just how the magic surrounding it worked. 

Though that was temporarily shelved as Wendy mentioned a surprise.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he stated quickly, giving her hand another small squeeze. “In case you haven’t noticed in all this time we’ve been hanging out and y’know the small fact that you’re my girlfriend, I do enjoy spendin’ time with yous. With or without surprises.”

WENDY

It was moments like this that just made Wendy realize how special Ichabod was to her. She used to only be worth what she could do. What she said and how she acted.

It was nice to remember that she was enough. And not just enough she was worthy.

Wendy couldn’t hide the smile as she glanced over at Ichabod.

“It’s nothing too big. Just something small.” Wendy offered as if a way to manage expectations as they entered the coffee shop. “Do you want to get us a table? I’ll get us drinks?”

ICHABOD

There was something special about when Wendy smiled. It wasn’t that she didn’t smile often. It was just… something about each one that was given. He categorized them like the books on his bookshelf. Some smiles were more reserved, timid almost. Others, big and bright, usually followed by laughter. Of course she had the fake smiles reserved for customers; who didn’t? But the smiles like the one she gave him then were truly special to him. 

He was only slightly distracted by it as he opened the door for her and they entered. 

“Oh– Yeah. I can do that. Any place good?” He noted a small stage as he looked around, wondering if she’d want to sit a bit closer to it or if she’d prefer sitting towards the back.

WENDY

“Close to the stage would be perfect.” And it would because Wendy wanted to serenade Ichabod. Sure she was singing as a big fuck you to Nimble but in a way it was the way she was proving to herself she was doing this for herself too.

She had lost the joy of singing once and she wouldn’t let someone take that away from her now.

Heading over to get their drinks Wendy let the appropriate people know she was here and to figure out when she could head up on stage before making it back down to Ichabod.

“I hear there’s a lot of thing people do here from poetry to performances.”

ICHABOD:

Doing as asked, Ichabod easily found a table near the front with the stage in view. Already there was someone there reading what sounded like the saddest poem he’d ever heard. His focus was on that as Wendy made her way back over with their drinks.

“Yeah? S’like a… coffee house vibe. The girl up there is pretty good. Kinda sad but good,” he commented easily. “Have you ever performed here? Or just at the Court?” 

WENDY

Wendy couldn't help the little smirk on her face at the question. Sure she hadn't performed anywhere other than the Court but there was a first time for everything.

"Its as if you write stories and can tell what's about to happen." Wendy teased as the person stepped off the stage and she was gestured on stage.

"I wanted to perform just for you." Wendy stated stepping onto the stage to sing. (Everything you do - he is we)

ICHABOD:

“Just call me a psychic,” he gave a cheeky grin before it turned more into a softer, more surprised smile. It had only been a question but he wouldn’t protest at all. He enjoyed watching Wendy sing. Loved how he could tell just how much she loved it.

He watched, enraptured, as she performed. And as he took in the words she sang, he felt a small blush coat his cheeks. Yes, she’d said she wanted to perform for him but he hadn’t been expecting something so… personal. 

As she finished, he clapped, probably the loudest in the building. He even stood as she got off the stage so he could wrap his arms around her and kiss her gently. “Think that might have been your best performance I’ve seen.” 

WENDY

Wendy melted into his arms kissing him back just as gently her hand resting on his cheek. “You are too kind with your words.” Wendy mused with a grin when they pulled apart. “I was thinking of doing this more often. Smaller, more intimate compared to the Court.” It wasn’t her first choice but she kind of enjoyed this more. Especially as another headed on stage.

A mix of cultures and performance styles all together.

“Will you come back with me?”

ICHABOD:

“Of course,” he answered quickly and easily. He wouldn’t ever pass up a chance to watch Wendy perform. And he enjoyed it in this way better. Here he wasn’t distracting her from work. He didn’t have to feel bad about possibly distracting her from customers. It was selfish but he didn’t care. 

Pulling away from her, he took her hand in his and sat, pulling her into his lap so that they could watch the other performers. 

Yeah, he’d do this any day of the week she wanted. 

[rubylane]

*   𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐁𝐘  𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀  𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐎  .      lyric starters from sour, change pronouns as needed.

𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 .

❛   i  want  it  to  be ,  like ,  messy .  ❜ ❛   i’m  so  insecure .  ❜ ❛   i’m  so  caught  up  in  the  news  of  who  likes  me  and  who  hates  you .  ❜ ❛   they’d  all  be  so  disappointed .  ❜ ❛   where’s  my  fucking  teenage  dream ?  ❜ ❛   i  don't  stick  up  for  myself .  ❜ ❛   i'm  anxious  and  nothing  can  help .  ❜ ❛   i  wish  people  liked  me  more .  ❜ ❛   all  i  did  was  try  my  best .  ❜ ❛   this  the  kind  of  thanks  i  get ?  ❜ ❛   i  wish  i  could  disappear .  ❜ ❛   god ,  it's  brutal  out  here .  ❜ ❛   i  feel  like  no  one  wants  me .  ❜ ❛   i  only  have  two  real  friends .  ❜

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 .

❛   i  played  dumb  but  i  always  knew .  ❜ ❛   i  kept  quiet  so  i  could  keep  you .  ❜ ❛   ain’t  it  funny  how  you  said  you  were  friends ?  ❜ ❛   you  betrayed  me .  ❜ ❛   i  know  that  you'll  never  feel  sorry .  ❜ ❛   loved  you  at  your  worst  but  that  didn't  matter .  ❜ ❛   but  you’re  still  a  traitor .  ❜ ❛   there’s  no  damn  way  that  you  could  fall  in  love  with  somebody  that  quickly .  ❜ ❛   and  you  told  me  i  was  paranoid .  ❜ ❛   i  wish  that  you  had  thought  this  through  before  i  went  and  fell  in  love  with  you .  ❜

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 .

❛   i  got  my  driver's  license  last  week .  ❜ ❛   she's  everything  i'm  insecure  about .  ❜ ❛   how  could  i  ever  love  someone  else ?  ❜ ❛   i  know  we  weren’t  perfect  but  i’ve  never  felt  this  way  for  no  one .  ❜ ❛   i  just  can’t  imagine  how  you  could  be  so  okay  now  that  i’m  gone .  ❜ ❛   all  my  friends  are  tired  of  hearing  how  much  i  miss  you .  ❜ ❛   i  kinda  feel  sorry  for  them .  ❜ ❛   they'll  never  know  you  the  way  that  i  do .  ❜ ❛   i  guess  you  didn't  mean  what  you  wrote  in  that  song  about  me .  ❜ ❛   i  still  see  your  face  in  the  white  cars .  ❜ ❛   can't  drive  past  the  places  we  used  to  go  to .  ❜ ❛   i  still  fuckin’  love  you .  ❜ ❛   i  still  hear  your  voice  in  the  traffic .  ❜ ❛   you  said  forever .  ❜ ❛   now  i  drive  alone  past  your  street .  ❜

𝟏 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝟑 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 .

❛   i  called  you  on  the  phone  today .  ❜ ❛   all  i  did  was  speak  normally .  ❜ ❛   somehow  i  still  struck  a  nerve .  ❜ ❛   you  got  me  fucked  up  in  the  head .  ❜ ❛   never  doubted  myself  so  much .  ❜ ❛   like  am  i  pretty ?  ❜ ❛   i  hate  that  i  give  you  power  over  that  kinda  stuff .  ❜ ❛   it's  always  one  step  forward  and  three  steps  back .  ❜ ❛   i’m  the  love  of  your  life  until  i  make  you  mad .  ❜ ❛   do  you  love  me ,  want  me ,  hate  me ?  ❜ ❛   no,  i  don't  understand .  ❜ ❛   maybe  in  some  masochistic  way  i  kind  of  find  it  all  exciting .  ❜ ❛   which  lover  will  i  get  today ?  ❜ ❛   will  you  walk  me  to  the  door  or  send  me  home  crying ?  ❜ ❛   did  i  say  something  wrong ?  ❜ ❛   did  i  do  something  wrong ?  ❜ ❛   maybe  this  is  all  your  fault  instead .  ❜ ❛   i'd  leave  you,  but  the  rollercoaster's  all  i've  ever  had .  ❜

𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 .

❛   i  bet  she’s  braggin’  to  all  her  friends .  ❜ ❛   so  when  you  gonna  tell  her  that  we  did  that ,  too ?  ❜ ❛   she  thinks  it's  special,  but  it's  all  reused .  ❜ ❛   do  you  call  her ,  almost  say  my  name ?  ❜ ❛   that  was  our  place .  ❜ ❛   i  found  it  first .  ❜ ❛   do  you  get  déjà  vu ?  ❜ ❛   let’s  be  honest ,  we  kinda  do  sound  the  same .  ❜ ❛   i  hate  to  think  that  i  was  just  your  type .  ❜ ❛   that  was  the  show  we  talked  about .  ❜ ❛   don’t  act  like  we  didn’t  do  that  shit ,  too .  ❜ ❛   a  different  girl  now,  but  there's  nothing  new .  ❜

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝟒 𝐮 .

❛   well ,  good  for  you .  ❜ ❛   i  guess  you  moved  on  really  easily .  ❜ ❛   remember  when  you  said  that  you  wanted  to  give  me  the  world ?  ❜ ❛   you  look  happy  and  healthy .  ❜ ❛   not  me ,  if  you  ever  cared  to  ask .  ❜ ❛   you’re  doin’  great  out  there  without  me .  ❜ ❛   god ,  i  wish  that  i  could  do  that .  ❜ ❛   i’ve  lost  my  mind .  ❜ ❛   i’ve  spent  the  night  cryin’  on  the  floor  of  my  bathroom .  ❜ ❛   you’re  so  unaffected .  ❜ ❛   i  really  don't  get  it .  ❜ ❛   i  guess  you’re  gettin’  everything  you  want .  ❜ ❛   it's  like  we  never  even  happened .  ❜ ❛   what  the  fuck  is  up  with  that ?  ❜ ❛   it's  like  you  never  even  met  me .  ❜ ❛   remember  when  you  swore  to  god  i  was  the  only  person  who  ever  got  you ?  ❜ ❛   you  will  never  have  to  hurt  the  way  you  know  that  i  do .  ❜ ❛   maybe  i'm  too  emotional .  ❜ ❛   your  apathy’s  like  a  wound  in  salt .  ❜ ❛   maybe  you  never  cared  at  all .  ❜

𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 .

❛   ‘cause  i  thought  you'd  like  me  more .  ❜ ❛   tried  so  hard  to  be  everything  that  you liked .  ❜ ❛   stupid ,  emotional ,  obsessive  little  me .  ❜ ❛   i  knew  from  the  start  this  is  exactly  how  you’d  leave .  ❜ ❛   the  nеxt  second,  you  were  gone .  ❜ ❛   you  left  me  there  crying .  ❜ ❛   you  always  say  i'm  never  satisfied .  ❜ ❛   but  i  don't  think  that's  true .  ❜ ❛   all  i  ever  wanted  was  to  be  enough  for  you .  ❜ ❛   maybe  i’m  just  not  as  interesting .  ❜ ❛   you  couldn't  have  cared  less  about  someone  who  loved  you  more .  ❜ ❛   i’d  say  you  broke  my  heart .  ❜ ❛   but  you  broke  much  more  than  that .  ❜ ❛   now  i  don't  want  your  sympathy .  ❜ ❛   i  just  want  myself  back .  ❜ ❛   don’t  you  think  i  loved  you  too  much  to  be  used  and  discarded ?  ❜ ❛   don’t  you  think  i  loved  you  too  much  to  think  i  deserve  nothing ?  ❜ ❛   don't  tell  me  you're  sorry .  ❜ ❛   feel  sorry  for  yourself .  ❜ ❛   someday  i'll  be  everything  to  somebody  else .  ❜ ❛   you'll  be  the  one  who's  crying .  ❜ ❛   i  don't  think  anything  could  ever  be  enough  for  you .  ❜

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 .

❛   i  thought  my  heart  was  detached .  ❜ ❛   does  she  mean  you  forgot  about  me ?  ❜ ❛   i  hope  you're  happy  but  not  like  how  you  were  with  me .  ❜ ❛   i’m  selfish,  i  know  .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  you’re  happy .  ❜ ❛   but  don’t  be  happier .  ❜ ❛   an  eternal  love  bullshit  you  know  you’ll  never  mean .  ❜ ❛   now  i’m  pickin’  her  apart .  ❜ ❛   i  wish  you  all  the  best ,  really .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  you’re  happy,  but  don't  be  happier .  ❜

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 .

❛   i  kinda  wanna  throw  my  phone  across  the  room .  ❜ ❛   wish  i  didn't  care .  ❜ ❛   i  know  their  beauty’s  not  my  lack .  ❜ ❛   It  feels  like  that  weight  is  on  my  back .  ❜ ❛   i  can't  let  it  go .  ❜ ❛   comparison  is  killing  me  slowly .  ❜ ❛   i  think  i  think  too  much .  ❜ ❛   i’m  so  sick  of  myself .  ❜ ❛   i’d  rather  be  anyone  else .  ❜ ❛   my  jealousy  started  following  me .  ❜ ❛   i  see  everyone  getting  all  the  things  i  want .  ❜ ❛   i’m  happy  for  them,  but  then  again,  i’m  not .  ❜ ❛   i  can't  stand  it .  ❜ ❛   oh  god ,  i  sound  crazy .  ❜ ❛   their  win  is  not  my  loss .  ❜ ❛   i  can’t  help  getting  caught  up  in  it  all .  ❜ ❛   all  your  friends  are  so  cool .  ❜ ❛   yeah,  you're  living  the  life .  ❜ ❛   i  wanna  be  you  so  bad .  ❜ ❛   i  don't  even  know  you .  ❜ ❛   all  i  see  is  what  i  should  be .  ❜

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 .

❛   know  that  i  loved  you  so  bad .  ❜ ❛   i  let  you  treat  me  like  that .  ❜ ❛   i  was  your  willing  accomplice .  ❜ ❛   i  watched  as  you  fled  the  scene .  ❜ ❛   the  things  i  did  just  so  i  could  call  you  mine .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  i  was  your  favorite  crime .  ❜ ❛   you  used  me  as  an  alibi .  ❜ ❛   i  crossed  my  heart  as  you  crossed  the  line .  ❜ ❛   i  defended  you  to  all  my  friends .  ❜ ❛   you  know  that  i'd  do  it  all  again .  ❜ ❛   it’s  bittersweet  to  think  about  the  damage  that  we’d  do .  ❜ ❛   i  was  doin’  it  with  you .  ❜ ❛   i  say  that  i  hate  you  with  a  smile  on  my  face .  ❜ ❛   look  what  we  became .  ❜

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐤 .

❛   somehow  we  fell  out  of  touch .  ❜ ❛   hope  he  took  his  bad  deal  and  made  a  royal  flush .  ❜ ❛   don’t  know  if  i’ll  see  you  again  someday .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  that  you're  okay .  ❜ ❛   we  don't  talk  much .  ❜ ❛   i  just  gotta  say  i  miss  you .  ❜ ❛   address  the  letters  to  the  holes  in  my  butterfly  wings .  ❜ ❛   nothing’s  forever .  ❜ ❛   nothing’s  as  good  as  it  seems .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  you  know  how  proud  i  am  you  were  created .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  that  you're  happier  today .  ❜

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! You lovely being! I was wondering if you could write pure vanilla cookie and herb cookie with a reader who has ADHD and stims alot. Example: whenever the reader see's them they start to bounce in place with a big grin on their face or if they get a gift or something from them they flap there hands and make beeping sounds! * Wich is what I do sometimes :) * do whatever scenario you want and take your time with this request! Oh! Also she/they for reader please

Thank you, you amazing person! :D

Hey! I would absolutely do this ask! This is my first ask for my new blog since I can’t get my old one back. I hope I do this justice.

Pure vanilla cookie:

- The king of effective communication and the saint of patience has entered the chat.

- he’d make sure that no matter the issue you’d face. You’d face it together cuz he’s that perfect of a partner. Fight me.

- I personally feel like he’d use his magic to entertain you and to see your happy stims because he knows how much you like his magic so he thought why not. It could also be used as a distraction from when your stressed, anxious or upset but he knows not to indulge on the distraction for too long and take you on a peaceful walk where there wouldn’t be too much distractions in order to clear your head.

- whenever he comes back from his journeys you know damn sure he’s got you some souvenirs that immediately got your hands flailing and beeps escaping your lips as excitement fills your entire being. You probably have piles of trinkets for whatever you were feeling.

- he knows you are easily exhausted so I believe he makes a little song with the help of mint chocolate cookie so you can sleep peacefully and without worry.

- bonus: my mans respect pronouns so if anyone ain’t using she/they pronouns when it comes to you because they can’t be asked or bothered to do so with basic human decency. I’m not saying he’ll throw hands but he’ll throw hands. He ain’t here for the disrespect and neither am I. He also would correct people for using the wrong pronouns and lecture them on the importance of pronouns and such because I bet he’s read several books on that sort of thing because he has ✨knowledge✨ and isn’t afraid to use it when the occasion comes.

Herb cookie:

- another effective communication king.

- Herb cookie would get you some therapuddy after you brought up the topic when you were getting acquainted with one another and how that over time your toys would be either lost, damaged beyond repair or not work anymore but thank goodness he was perceptive as he could point out that you missed your beloved therapuddy and decided to go out of his way to get you an exact replica of your old one.

- When he finally gave you the gift your happy stims kicked in and the beeps came out as the flailing hands followed after when your eyes saw the therapuddy that looked the exact same as your old one sit there on the table as if it had been there the entire time. Herbs little cookie foundations would be melting with how warming the scene before him was.

- he’d keep you company as your playing with your therapuddy, knowing how easy it was for you to be distracted and forgettable so he always there to make sure you get as many things done as possible and if you couldn’t. That’s okay! You guys can do the rest another time!

- bonus: another boi I believe would respect pronouns. He’d correct people when they don’t use she/they cuz again it’s basic human decency to do so but some people are just trash and so not worth your time sweetie. You deserve better then expecting the bare minimum from ignorant people. Herb will lecture them on how disrespectful it is cuz my man is passionate about the things that mean the most to you and if people ain’t gonna respect that. They’re gonna get a right talking to by this sweet little Herb.

[blackcatrph]

** sour  sentence  starters.

brutal.

“  i think that i’ll die before i drink.  ”

“  i'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates you.  ”

“  i'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life.  ”

“  they'd all be so disappointed  because who am I if not exploited?  ”

“  where's my fuckin' teenage dream?  ”

“  if someone tells me one more time "enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry.  ”

“  i'm anxious and nothing can help.  ”

“  i wish I'd done this before.  ”

“  i wish people liked me more.  ”

“  all I did was try my best.  ”

“  this the kind of thanks I get?  ”

“  they say these are the golden years.  ”

“  i wish I could disappear.  ”

“  god, it's brutal out here.  ”

“  i feel like no one wants me.  ”

“  i only have two real friends.  ”

“  lately I'm a nervous wreck.  ”

“  i love people I don't like.  ”

“  i hate every song I write.  ”

“  i'm not cool, and I'm not smart.  ”

“  i can't even parallel park.  ”

“  got a broken ego, broken heart.  ”

“  i don't even know where to start.  ”

traitor.

“  brown guilty eyes and little white lies.  ”

“  i played dumb but I always knew.  ”

“  i kept quiet so I could keep you.  ”

“  ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits?  ”

“  ain't it funny how you said you were friends?  ”

“  it sure as hell don't look like it.  ”

“  you betrayed me.  ”

“  i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt.  ”

“  loved you at your worst but that didn't matter.  ”

“  guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.  ”

“  there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly.  ”

“  ain't it funny, all the twisted games, all the questions you used to avoid?  ”

“  remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid?  ”

“  i wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.  ”

“  you gave me your word but that didn't matter.  ”

drivers  license. 

“  i got my driver's license last week.  ”

“  just like we always talked about.  ”

“  today I drove through the suburbs crying 'cause you weren't around.  ”

“  you're probably with that blonde girl.  ”

“  she's so much older than me.  ” 

“  she's everything I'm insecure about.  ”

“  how could I ever love someone else?   “

“  i know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one.  ”

“  i just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone.  ”

“  guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me.  ”

“  all my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you.  ”

“  I kinda feel sorry for them because they'll never know you the way that I do.  ”

“  i still see your face in the white cars, front yards.  ”

“  can't drive past the places we used to go to because I still fuckin' love you.  ”

1  step  forward,  3  steps  back.

“  i called you on the phone today.  ”

“  all I did was speak normally.  ”

“  you got me fucked up in the head.  ”

“  like am I pretty? am I fun?  ”

“  i hate that I gave you power over that kind of stuff.  ”

“  it's always one step forward and three steps back.  ”

“  i'm the love of your life until I make you mad.  ”

“  do you love me, want me, hate me? i don't understand.  ”

“  maybe in some masochistic way I kind of find it all exciting.  ”

“  which lover will I get today?  ”

“  will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'?  ”

“  it's back and forth, did I say somethin' wrong?  ”

“  it's back and forth, goin' over everything I said.  ”

“  i'd leave you, but the roller coaster's all I've ever had.  ”

deja vu.

“  strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two?  ”

“  i bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique.  ”

“  so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?  ”

“  that was our place, I found it first.  ”

“  i made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you.  ”

“  do you get déjà vu when she's with you?  ”

“  do you call her, almost say my name?  ”

“  i hate to think that I was just your type.  ”

“  don't act like we didn't do that shit too.  ”

“  play her piano, but she doesn't know that I was the one who taught you Billy Joel.  ”

good  4  u.

“  well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.  ”

“  you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks.  ”

“  remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?  ”

“  good for you, I guess that you've been workin' on yourself.  ” 

“  i guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped.  ”

“  now you can be a better man for your brand new girl.  ”

“  well, good for you, you look happy and healthy.  ”

“  not me, if you ever cared to ask.  ”

“  good for you, you're doin' great out there without me.  ”

“  i've lost my mind.  ”

“  i've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom.  ”

“  it's like we never even happened.  ”

“  what the fuck is up with that?  ”

“  good for you, it's like you never even met me.  ”

“  remember when you swore to god i was the only person who ever got you?  ”

“  well, screw that and screw you.  ”

“  you will never have to hurt the way you know that I do.  ”

“  maybe I'm too emotional.  ”

“  your apathy's like a wound in salt.  ”

“  maybe I'm too emotional  or maybe you never cared at all.  ”

“  like a damn sociopath.  ”

enough  for  you.

“  i wore makeup when we dated because I thought you'd like me more.  ”

“  i know that you loved before.  ”

“  tried so hard to be everything that you like.  ”

“  i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that I was smart.  ”

“  stupid, emotional, obsessive little me.  ”

“  i knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave.  ”

“  you found someonе more exciting.  ”

“  you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong.  ”

“  you always say I'm never satisfied but I don't think that's true.  ”

“  all I ever wanted was to be enough for you.  ”

“  maybe I'm just not as interesting as the girls you had before.  ”

“  you couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more.  ”

“  i'd say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that.  ”

“  i don’t want your sympathy, i just want myself back.  ”

“  don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded?  ”

“  don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?  ”

“  don’t tell me you’re sorry, feel sorry for yourself.  ”

“  someday i’ll be everything to somebody else.  ”

“  you’ll be the one crying.  ”

happier.

“  we broke up a month ago. ”

“  your friends are mine you know.  ”

“  you’ve moved on, found someone new.  ”

“  i thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past.  ”

“  she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty.  ”

“  does she mean you forgot about me ?  ”

“  i hope you’re happy but not like how you were with me.  ”

“  i’m selfish i know. i can’t let you go.  ”

“  find someone great, but don’t find no one better.  ”

“  i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier.  ”

 “  do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?  ”

“  an eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean.  ”

“  remember when i believe you meant it when you said it first to me?  ”

“  now i’m picking her apart like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart.  ”

“  she’s beautiful, she looks kind.  ”

“  she probably gives you butterflies.  ”

“  i wish you all the best, really.  ”

“  say you love her, just not like you loved me.  ”

“  think of me fondly when your hands are on her.  ”

jealousy  jealousy.

“  i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room.  ”

“  all i see are girls too good to be true.  ”

“  i know their beauty’s not my lack but it feels like that weight is on my back.  ”

“  comparison is killing me slowly.  ”

“  i think i think too much.  ”

“  i’m so sick of myself, i’d rather be anyone else.  ”

“  my jealousy started following me.  ”

“  i see everyone getting all the things i want.  ”

“  i’m happy for them, but then again, i’m not.  ”

“  i can’t stand it.  ” 

“  oh god i sound crazy.  ”

“  their win is not my loss, i know it’s true.  ”

“  i can’t help getting caught up in it all.  ”

“  all your friends are so cool.  ”

“  you go out every night.  ”

“  you’re living the life.  ”

“  i want to be you so bad, and i don’t even know you.  ”

“  all i see is what i should be.  ”

favourite  crime.

“  know that i love you so bad.  ”

“  i let you treat me like that.  ”

“  i was your willing accomplice.  ”

“  i watched as you fled the scene.  ”

“  doe-eyed as you buried me.  ”

“  the things i did just so i could call you mine.  ”

“  the things you did. well, i hope i was your favourite crime.  ”

“  you used me as an alibi.  ”

“  i crossed my heart and you crossed the line.  ”

“  i defended you to all my friends.  ”

“  every time i siren sounds, i wonder if you’re around.  ”

“  you know that i’d do it all again.  ”

“  it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we’d do.  ”

“  i was going down but i was doing it with you.  ”

“  i say that i hate you with a smile on my face.  ”

“  look what we became.  ” 

hope  ur  ok.

“  his parents cared more about the bible than being good to their own child.  ”

“  wore long sleeves because of his dad.  ”

“  somehow we fell out of touch.  ”

“  hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush.  ”

“  don’t know if i’ll see you again someday.  ”

“  i hope that you’re okay.  ”

“  her parents hated who she loved.  ”

“  she was brought into a world where family was merely blood.  ” 

“  with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred.  ”

“  we don’t talk much.  ”

“  i miss you and i hope that you’re okay.  ”

“  address the letter to the holes in my butterfly wings.  ”

“  nothing’s forever, nothing is as good as it seems.  ”

“  when the clouds are ironed our and the monsters creep into your house, every door is hard to close.  ”

“  i hope you know how proud i am.  ”

“  i hope that you’re happier today.  ”

“  i love you and i hope that you’re okay.  ”  

[ddudumemes]

SOUR SENTENCE STARTERS 

(( collection of ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE sentence starters taken from OLIVIA  RODRIGO’s first album ‘ SOUR ’ . ))

001.  BRUTAL  . ‘  i  think  that  i'll  die  before  i  drink  .  ’ ‘  who  likes  me  ??  ’ ‘  who  hates  you  ??  ’ ‘  who  am  i  if  not  exploited  ??  ’ ‘  where's  my  fucking  teenage  dream  ??  ’ ‘  i  don't  stick  up  for  myself  .  ’ ‘  i'm  anxious  and  nothing  can  help  .  ’ ‘  and  i  wish  i'd  done  this  before  .  ’ ‘  and  i  wish  people  liked  me  more  .  ’ ‘  all  i  did  was  try  my  best  ,  this  the  kinda  thanks  i  get  ??  ’ ‘  i  wish  i  could  disappear  .  ’ ‘  ego  crush  is  so  severe  .  ’ ‘  god  ,  it's  brutal  out  here  .  ’ ‘  i  feel  like  no  one  wants  me  .  ’ ‘  and  i  hate  the  way  i'm  perceived  .  ’ ‘  i  only  have  two  real  friends  .  ’ ‘  lately  ,  i'm  a  nervous  wreck  .  ’ ‘  i'm  not  cool  ,  and  i'm  not  smart  ,  and  i  can't  even  parallel  park  .  ’ ‘  got  a  broken  ego  ,  and  broken  heart  .  ’ ‘  god  ,  i  don't  even  know  where  to  start  .  ’

002.  TRAITOR  . ‘  i  played  dumb  ,  but  i  always  knew  .  ’ ‘  i  kept  quiet  so  i  could  keep  you  .  ’ ‘  ain't  it  funny  how  you  ran  to  her  the  second  that  we  called  it  quits  ??  ’ ‘  ain't  it  funny  how  you  said  you  were  friends  ??  now  it  sure  as  hell  don't  look  like  it  .  ’ ‘  you  betrayed  me  .  ’ ‘  i  know  that  you'll  never  feel  sorry  for  the  way  i  hurt  .  ’ ‘  you  talked  to  her  when  we  were  together  .  ’ ‘  loved  you  at  your  worst  ,  but  that  didn't  matter  .  ’ ‘  it  took  you  two  weeks  to  go  off  and  date  her  .  ’ ‘  guess  you  didn't  cheat  ,  but  you're  still  a  traitor  .  ’ ‘  there's  no  damn  way  that  you  could  fall  in  love  with  somebody  that  quickly  .  ’ ‘  remember  i  brought  her  up  and  you  told  me  i  was  paranoid  ??  ’ ‘  god  ,  i  wish  that  you  had  thought  this  through  before  i  went  and  fell  in  love  with  you  .  ’ ‘  you  gave  me  your  word  ,  but  that  didn't  matter  .  ’ 003.  DRIVERS  LICENSE  . ‘  i  got  my  driver's  license  last  week  .  ’ ‘  you  were  so excited for  me  .  ’ ‘  and  you're  probably  with  that  blonde  girl  who  always  made  me  doubt  .  ’ ‘  she's  everything  i'm  insecure  about  .  ’ ‘  how  could  i  ever  love  someone  else  ??  ’ ‘  i  know  we  weren't  perfect  but  i've  never  felt  this  way  for  no  one  .  ’ ‘  i  just  can't  imagine  how  you  could  be  so  okay  now  that  i'm  gone  .  ’ ‘  guess  you  didn't  mean  what  you  wrote  in  that  song  about  me  .  ’ ‘  you  said  forever  ,  now  i  drive  alone  past  your  street  .  ’ ‘   all  my  friends  are  tired  of  hearing  how  much  i  miss  you  .  ’ ‘  they'll  never  know  you  the  way  that  i  do  .  ’ ‘  today  ,  i  drove  through  the  suburbs  and  pictured  i  was  driving  home  to  you  .  ’ ‘  i  still  fuckin'  love  you  ,  babe  .  ’ ‘  i  still  hear  your  voice  in  the  traffic  .  ’ ‘  i  know  we're  through  but  i  still  fuckin'  love  you  .  ’

004.  1  STEP  FORWARD  ,  3  STEPS  BACK  . ‘  all  i  did  was  speak  normally  .  somehow  ,  i  still  struck  a  nerve  .  ’ ‘  you  got  me  fucked  up  in  the  head  ,  boy  .  ’ ‘  never  doubted  myself  so  much  .  ’ ‘  am  i  pretty  ??  am  i  fun  ??  ’ ‘  i  hate  that  i  give  you  power  over  that  kinda  stuff  .  ’ ‘  it's  always  one  step  forward  and  three  steps  back  .  ’ ‘  i'm  the  love  of  your  life  until  i  make  you  mad  .  ’ ‘  do  you  love  me  ,  want  me  ,  hate  me  ??  ’ ‘  i  don't  understand  .  ’ ‘  maybe  in  some  masochistic  way  i  kind  of  find  it  all  exciting  .  ’ ‘  which  lover  will  i  get  today  ??  ’ ‘  will  you  walk  me  to  the  door  or  send  me  home  crying  ??  ’ ‘  did  i  say  something  wrong  ??  ’ ‘  it's  back  and  forth  ,  going  over  everything  i  said  .  ’ ‘  did  i  do  something  wrong  ??  ’ ‘  maybe  this  is  all  your  fault  instead  .  ’ ‘  i'd  leave  you  ,  but  the  rollercoaster's  all  i've  ever  had  .  ’

005.  DEJA  VU  . ‘  so  when  you  gonna  tell  her  that  we  did  that  too  ??  ’ ‘  that  was  our  place  ,  i  found  it  first  .  ’ ‘  i  made  the  jokes  you  tell  to  her  when  she's  with  you  .  ’ ‘  do  you  get  déjà  vu  when  she’s  with  you  ??  ’ ‘  do  you  get  déjà  vu  ??  ’ ‘  do  you  call  her  ,  almost  say  my  name  ??  ’ ‘  let's  be  honest  ,  we  kinda  do  sound  the  same  .  ’ ‘  i  hate  to  think  that  i  was  just  your  type  .  ’ ‘  now  i  bet  you  even  tell  her  how  you  love  her  .  ’ ‘  don't  act  like  we  didn't  do  that  shit  too  .  ’ ‘  you're  tradin'  jackets  like  we  used  to  do  .  ’ ‘  a  different  girl  now  ,  but  there's  nothing  new  .  ’ ‘  i  know  you  get  déjà  vu  .  ’

006.  GOOD  4  U  . ‘  good  for  you  ,  i  guess  you  moved  on  really  easily  .  ’ ‘  you  found  a  new  girl  and  it  only  took  a  couple  weeks  .  ’ ‘  remember  when  you  said  that  you  wanted  to  give  me  the  world  ??  ’ ‘  good  for  you  ,  i  guess  that  you've  been  workin'  on  yourself  .  ’ ‘  i  guess  that  therapist  i  found  for  you  ,  she  really  helped  .  ’ ‘  now  you  can  be  a  better  man  for  your  brand  new  girl  .  ’ ‘  well  ,  good  for  you  you  look  happy  and  healthy  ,  not  me  ,  if  you  ever  cared  to  ask  .  ’ ‘  good  for  you  you're  doin'  great  out  there  without  me  ,  baby  ,  god  ,  i  wish  that  i  could  do  that  .  ’ ‘  i've  lost  my  mind  ,  i've  spent  the  night  cryin'  on  the  floor  of  my  bathroom  .  ’ ‘  you're  so  unaffected  ,  i  really  don't  get  it  but  i  guess  good  for  you  .  ’ ‘  well  ,  good  for  you  ,  i  guess  you're  gettin'  everything  you  want  .  ’ ‘  it's  like  we  never  even  happened  baby  ,  what  the  fuck  is  up  with  that  ??  ’ ‘  good  for  you  ,  it's  like  you  never  even  met  me  .  ’ ‘  remember  when  you  swore  to  god  i  was  the  only  person  who  ever  got  you  ??  well  ,  screw  that  ,  and  screw  you  .  ’ ‘  you  will  never  have  to  hurt  the  way  you  know  that  i  do  !!  ’ ‘  maybe  i'm  too  emotional  but  your  apathy's  like  a  wound  in  salt  .  ’ ‘  maybe  i'm  too  emotional  or  maybe  you  never  cared  at  all  .  ’ ‘  maybe  i'm  too  emotional  .  ’ ‘  your  apathy  is  like  a  wound  in  salt  .  ’ ‘  maybe  you  never  cared  at  all  .  ’ ‘  good  for  you  you're  doin'  great  out  there  without  me  ,  baby  ,  like  a  damn  sociopath  .  ’

007.  ENOUGH  FOR  YOU  . ‘  i  wore  makeup  when  we  dated  'cause  i  thought  you'd  like  me  more  .  ’ ‘  tried  so  hard  to  be  everything  that  you  liked  .  ’ ‘  i  knew  how  you  took  your  coffee and  your  favorite  songs  by  heart  .  ’ ‘  i  read  all  of  your  self-help  books  so  you'd  think  that  i  was  smart  .  ’ ‘  i  knew  from  the  start  this  is  exactly  how  you'd  leave  .  ’ ‘  you  found  someonе  more  exciting  the  nеxt  second  ,  you  were  gone  .  ’ ‘  you  left  me  there  cryin'  ,  wonderin'  what  i  did  wrong  .  ’ ‘  and  you  always  say  i'm  never  satisfied  but  i  don't  think  that's  true  .  ’ ‘  all  i  ever  wanted  was  to  be  enough  for  you  .  ’ ‘  and  maybe  i'm  just  not  as  interesting  as  the  girls  you  had  before  .  ’ ‘  but  god  ,  you  couldn't  have  cared  less  about  someone  who  loved  you  more  .  ’ ‘  i'd  say  you  broke  my  heart  but  you  broke  much  more  than  that  .  ’ ‘  i  don't  want  your  sympathy  ,  i  just  want  myself  back  .  ’ ‘  i  just  want  myself  back  .  ’ ‘  don't  you  think  i  loved  you  too  much  to  be  used  and  discarded  ??  ’ ‘  don't  you  think  i  loved  you  too  much  to  think  i  deserve  nothing  ??  ’ ‘  but  don't  tell  me  you're  sorry  .  ’ ‘  feel  sorry  for  yourself  .  ’ ‘  someday  ,  i'll  be  everything  to  somebody  else  .  ’ ‘  you  say  i'm  never  satisfied  but  that's  not  me  ,  it's  you  .  ’ ‘  all  i  ever  wanted  was  to  be  enough  .  ’ ‘  i  don't  think  anything  could  ever  be  enough  for  you  .  ’ ‘  nothing's  enough  for  you  .  ’

008.  HAPPIER  . ‘  you've  moved  on  ,  found  someone  new  .  ’ ‘  i  thought  my  heart  was  detached  from  all  the  sunlight  of  our  past  .  ’ ‘  does  she  mean  you  forgot  about  me  ??  ’ ‘  i  hope  you're  happy  but  not  like  how  you  were  with  me  .  ’ ‘  i'm  selfish  ,  i  know  ,  i  can't  let  you  go  .  ’ ‘  find  someone  great  ,  but  don't  find  no  one  better  .  ’ ‘  i  hope  you're  happy  ,  but  don't  be  happier  .  ’ ‘  do  you  tell  her  she's  the  most  beautiful  girl  you've  ever  seen  ??  ’ ‘  remember  when  i  believed  you  meant  it  when  you  said  it  first  to  me  ??  ’ ‘  and  now  i'm  pickin'  her  apart  like  cuttin'  her  down  will  make  you  miss  my  wretched  heart  .  ’ ‘  she's  beautiful  ,  she  looks  kind  ...  she  probably  gives  you  butterflies  .  ’ ‘  i  wish  you  all  the  best  ,  really  .  ’ ‘  say  you  love  her  ,  just  not  like  you  loved  me  .  ’ ‘  think  of  me  fondly  when  your  hands  are  on  her  .  ’

009.  JEALOUSY  ,  JEALOUSY  . ‘  i  kinda  wanna  throw  my  phone  across  the  room  .  ’ ‘  i  know  their  beauty's  not  my  lack  .  ’ ‘  i  can't  let  it  go  .  ’ ‘  comparison  is  killin'  me  slowly  .  ’ ‘  i  think  i  think  too  much  'bout  kids  who  don't  know  me  .  ’ ‘  i'm  so  sick  of  myself  .  ’ ‘  i'd  rather  be  anyone  else  .  ’ ‘  my  jealousy  started  followin'  me  .  ’ ‘  i'm  happy  for  them  ,  but  then  again  ,  i'm  not  .  ’ ‘  oh  god  ,  i  sound  crazy  .  ’ ‘  their  win  is  not  my  loss  .  ’ ‘  i  can't  help  gettin'  caught  up  in  it  all  .  ’ ‘  all  your  friends  are  so  cool  ,  you  go  out  every  night  .  ’ ‘  you're  livin'  the  life  .  ’ ‘  i  wanna  be  you  so  bad  and  i  don't  even  know  you  .  ’ ‘  all  i  see  is  what  i  should  be:  happier  .  prettier  .  ’ ‘  all  i  see  is  what  i  should  be  .  ’ ‘  i'm  losin'  it  ,  all  i  get's  jealousy  .  ’

010.  FAVORITE  CRIME  . ‘  know  that  i  loved  you  so  bad  i  let  you  treat  me  like  that  .  ’ ‘  i  was  your  willing  accomplice  .  ’ ‘  i  watched  as  you  fled  the  scene  .  ’ ‘  one  heart  broke  ,  four  hands  bloody  .  ’ ‘  the  things  i  did  just  so  i  could  call  you  mine  .  ’ ‘  the  things  you  did  …  well  ,  i  hope  i  was  your  favorite  crime  .  ’ ‘  you  used  me  as  an  alibi  .  ’ ‘  i  defended  you  to  all  my  friends  .  ’ ‘  now  every  time  a  siren  sounds  i  wondеr  if  you're  around  .  ’ ‘  'cause  you  know  that  i'd  do  it  all  again  .  ’ ‘  i  hope  i  was  your  favorite  crime  .  ’ ‘  it's  bittersweet  to  think  about  the  damage  that  we'd  do  .  ’ ‘  i  was  goin'  down  ,  but  i  was  doin'  it  with  you  .  ’ ‘  i  say  that  i  hate  you  with  a  smile  on  my  face  .  ’ ‘  look  what  we  became  .  ’ ‘  i  hope  i  was  your  favorite  crime  ,  'cause  baby  ,  you  were  mine  .  ’

011.  HOPE  UR  OK  . ‘  his  parents  cared  more  about  the  bible  than  being  good  to  their  own  child  .  ’ ‘  he  wore  long  sleeves  'cause  of  his  dad  .  ’ ‘  somehow  ,  we  fell  out  of  touch  .  ’ ‘  don't  know  if  i'll  see  you  again  someday  but  if  you're  out  there  ,  i  hope  that  you're  okay  .  ’ ‘  she  raised  her  brothers  on  hеr  own  .  ’ ‘  she  couldn't  wait  to  go  to  college  .  ’ ‘  she  was  brought  into  a  world  where  family  was  merely  blood  .  ’ ‘  we  don't  talk  much  ,  but  i  just  gotta  say  i  miss  you  and  i  hope  that  you're  okay  .  ’ ‘  nothing's  forever  ,  nothing  is  as  good  as  it  seems  .  ’ ‘  well  ,  i  hope  you  know  how  proud  i  am  you  were  created  .  ’ ‘  but  ,  god  ,  i  hope  that  you're  happier  today  .  ’ ‘  'cause  i  love  you  and  i  hope  that  you're  okay  .  ’