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glitch-in-space · 4 years ago

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Fear & Delight: a macdoc playlist

I’m trying to work on 3 different MacDoc fics at once whilst juggling a hellish amount of revision, so I thought I’d share my MacDoc playlist with y’all, since it’s began to haunt my dreams with the amount use it’s gotten.

I’ve split it into categories for an easier read, but ofc the songs can be interrupted however you want. It’s all below the cut (hopefully) so there’s no long posts to disturb anyone!

Uncategorised MacDoc Songs:

A-YO by Lady Gaga (Note: if they didn’t want people to ship MacDoc, why play this when they catch their first glimpse of each other?)

A Love Like War by All Time Low

Animal by Neon Trees

bad guy by Billie Eilish

Bad Romance by Halestorm

Believer by Imagine Dragons

Better Than Me by Hinder (Note: angsty, post-break up song)

Blind as a Bat by Meat Loaf

Bloodsport ‘15 by Raleigh Ritchie

Bloody Valentine by Machine Gun Kelly

Bruises & Bitemarks by Good With Grenades

Cannibal by Tally Hall

Carve a Name by Mother Mother

Centuries by Fall Out Boy

Dangerous by David Guetta, Sam Martin

Don’t Stop the Devil by Dead Posey

Enemy Fire by Bea Miller

Every You, Every Me by Placebo

Fear & Delight by The Correspondents

For Crying Out Loud by Meat Loaf

For The Departed by Shayfer James

Fortress Around Your Heart by Sting (Note: idk why but I personally prefer listening to the Tom Chick cover)

Game of Survival by Ruelle

Human by dodie, Tom Walker

Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran (Note: the Glee cover also works if you prefer how it sounds)

I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That) by Meat Loaf (Note: the Bat Outta Hell Musical version also works)

I’m Free (Heaven Help the Man) by Kenny Loggins

I’m in Love With a Monster by Fifth Harmony

I Said Never Again (But Here We Are) by Rachel Stevens

Jason by BONNIE PARKER (Note: possible high school au?)

Killer by Plain White T’s (Note: possibly criminal au)

Little Monster by Royal Blood

Little Pistol by Mother Mother

Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men

My Boyfriend’s Back by The Angels (Note: theme for an epic scene of Murdoc rescuing Mac from captivity)

Never - from “Footloose” Soundtrack by Moving Pictures

Party in My Head by JAYDA

Pit of Vipers by Simon Curtis (Note: potentially unhealthy or vamp au)

Problems by Mother Mother (Note: the theme for my fic, No Place To Go)

Savin’ Me by Nickelback

Ship in a Bottle by fin

Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones) by Will Wood and The Tapeworms

Social Climb by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These) by Marilyn Manson

The Devil You Know by I Fight Dragons

War of Hearts by Ruelle

We Can Take Our Time by Hayden Calnin

Where Does the Good Go by Tegan and Sara (Note: the cover by Alex Blue Davis also works)

Unhealthy & Borderline Unhealthy Relationship:

Addicted by Saving Abel

Animal by Sir Chloe

An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra (Note: anyone else craving an au where they manage to both stalk each other?)

Better Than I Know Myself by Adam Lambert

Criminal by 3 One Oh

I Can’t Decide by Scissor Sisters

Irresistible by temposhark

Kiss With a Fist by Florence + The Machine

Like Lovers Do by Hey Violet

Little Red Riding Hood by Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs

Nemeses by Jonathan Coulton, John Roderick

Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience

Obsession by Animotion

Paparazzi by Kim Dracula (Note: this & the following 2 r all covers of the same song tho the lyrics to this 1 r slightly different)

Paparazzi by Holly Henry

Paparazzi by Sinxi

Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld, DNCE

Skullcrusher Mountain by Jonathan Coulton

Stalker’s Tango by Autoheart

Starkiller by Bear Ghost

Sticks and Stones by The Pierces

Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

The Devil You Know by Kovacs

The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid

This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller

This Means War by Marianas Trench

Under My Skin by Jukebox The Ghost

Criminal!mac AUs:

All About Us by t.A.T.u

Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace (Note: works for dark!mac or murdoc)

Become the Beast (Predator Remix) by Karliene

Go Get Your Gun by The Dear Hunter

Hit and Run by LOLO (Note: wlw criminal au, anyone?)

Partners in Crime by Set It Off, Ash Costello

Vampire AUs (depending on how literally you interpret the lyrics):

Dracula by Bea Miller

Dracula by Mystic Prophecy (Note: not the same song as above)

Dracula Teeth by The Last Shadow Puppets

DRACULADS by Salem

#macgyver 2016 #macdoc #angus macgyver #murdoc macgyver #playlist #songs #murdoc #dennis murdoc #vampire au #criminal au #enemies to lovers

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azulaang-week · 3 years ago

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Prompt: Music (Band, Orchestra, Musical Theatre, Glee, etc.) AU

Kumalala kumalala kumala savesta. Oh no no no no savesta.

Music is in the air. Let the rhythm guide you towards an AU that can be sung or strung. Don't forget the woodwinds and brass. A battle of the bands with an undertone of love? A singing competition with a rival romance? Love at the opera? The possibilities are endless, and that's what you missed on Glee.

Play the notes to this prompt?

#aang x azula #azulaang #shipweek #accepting prompts #atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar: the legend of aang #avatar: tla #prompts #interact/heart this post if you want this to be one of the prompts #music au #azulaang week

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 4 years ago

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What are some fics where Blaine is the boss at work (like in Where There’s Smoke and When The Time Is Right) and his coworkers tease k & b bc they think they’re cute?

I could only think of one where Blaine is the boss so I expanded your ask to include coworkers!Klaine. - HKVoyage

The Fiddler & the Maestro by dahlstrom

Symphony AU. Kurt is the 27-year-old first violinist and concertmaster of the Oregon Symphony Orchestra in Portland. Blaine arrives in town to guest conduct their concert of Holst's The Planets.

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Surprise in Store by @lilyvandersteen

This is a short meet-not-so-cute dedicated to @teddyshoney for the Glee Potluck Big Bang Fic Exchange, based on the Tumblr prompt “You wore a red shirt to Target and got mistaken for an employee”.

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Hey Mister DJ, Put a Record On by @honeysucklepink

It's Valentine's Day, and single coworkers Kurt and Blaine are stuck at the campus radio station playing sappy love songs and dedications. All the cheese is giving them indigestion, but who knows? Maybe by the end of their shift, they'll be humming a different tune...

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Dipping Your Ink In The Company Well by TheCoolestGirl

Blaine and Kurt work for the same toy company (Blaine as a product tester, Kurt as a desinger). They both develop feelings for the other and while they both wait for the other make the first move they find every possible excuse to spend time together.

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marvella15 · 4 years ago

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Astaire & Rogers Rewatch Part 3: Roberta

• The Gay Divorcee was a smash hit, raking in almost $600k in profit for RKO during the Depression. It was also nominated for Best Picture. So then why are Astaire and Rogers not the headliners for Roberta? No clue.

• As dumb as that decision was and is, in some ways, it makes their parts even more enjoyable. As the secondary pair, they don’t have to deal with misunderstandings and contrived plot devices keeping them apart or interfering with the development of their relationship. From the moment they’re on screen together, they’re a pair.

• Their romance in Roberta is of two teenage sweethearts reuniting as adults and instantly falling back in step and in love with one another. The warmth and friendliness of their relationship, which I believe mirrors the true relationship between Astaire and Rogers in many ways, is one of the main reasons I adore this film. There are several scenes/moments where they seem to be themselves and it works perfectly.

• Our characters/actors: Huck (Fred Astaire), Lizzie (Ginger Rogers), John (Randolph Scott), Stephanie (Irene Dunne).

• Love their names in this film: Huck (short for Huckleberry) and Liz. A vast improvement, especially for Rogers who has so far been Honey and Mimi.

• Of course for plot reasons Huck’s teenage sweetheart will be in the exact same place he ends up. But it’s worth noting that he requests for John to ask his aunt about Lizzie. He intends to look her up himself.

• Could John be a himbo?? He’s handsome, kinda dumb, but very kind.

• I like how Liz, in her alter ego as a Polish countess, continues throwing a tantrum even though John pushes her to the couch twice. Rogers doesn’t get enough credit for her slapstick abilities. She also somehow makes the word “orchestra” seem very suggestive.

• Love how Huck slides in towards the elevator in his hast to meet Lizzie again. She’s not mad to see him either, only worried he’ll blow her cover. Which he immediately almost does.

• A snarky reunion:

Liz, as the Countess: “Huck is for Huckleberry, n’est-ce pas?”

Huck: “Uhh yes, a couple of n’est-ce pas.”

• His face at being called a piccolo player is only bested by Liz’s barely concealed glee at Huck being demoted this way. In their first interaction, he calls her babe, toots, and playfully bites her hand and she puffs smoke right in his face. I love it.

Not for nothing, later in the film he will also call John babe and toots. Huck is an equal opportunity complimenter.

• Their relationship is established immediately as he celebrates her success and beauty. There’s no rivalry or obstacles between them, not even her stage name. While she is careful to remove her hand from between his when their private moment is interrupted, she doesn’t mind it being known she’s going off somewhere with him.

• Irene Dunne has a fine singing voice but it’s just not what I came to this movie to hear.

• Huck’s face as he watches Liz sing is adorable. Maybe a tad overdone but incredibly sweet.

(gif credit @themaladjustedjester)

• It’s a bit irritating that Rogers is forced to sing and speak in her fake Polish accent for most of the film but dang she does an amazing job with this song. It’s a full-body performance and she does it with gusto.

• I adore the way Astaire tosses the baton over his shoulder as soon as she comes to sit with him. He’s just like, don’t need that anymore.

• So cute as they reminisce about their younger years:

Liz: “You know I think I was in love with you then, Huck.”

Huck: “I know you were.”

Liz, mildly offended: “Youuuu.”

Huck: “Meeee. And what’s more, I was madly in love with you.”

• Their entire exchange is funny and wonderful. The teasing, the flirting, the declaration of past love for one another that is obviously still true. How he punctuates certain moments with a bit of tap for emphasis. They smile naturally and it feels like two friends talking. This could be AU Fred and Ginger’s real-life story and I would believe it.

• Talking about how she won a beauty contest:

Liz: “Well, you won it for me. How did you get all the men from the overall factory to vote for me?”

Huck, very pleased with himself: “That was easy. I showed them a picture of Lillian Russell.”

Liz, incensed: “Lillian Russell? Well what was the matter with my picture?”

Huck: “Well if you must know, we got a lot of votes from the farmers with a picture of a prize heifer.”

Liz, about to playfully sock him: “Oh youuuu.”

• “I’ll Be Hard to Handle” is a special dance for many reasons including that the taps were not dubbed over later. Since they used the original sound, we can hear both Astaire and Rogers giggling and whooping throughout the dance.

Usually, Astaire recorded the taps in post-production since the sound could not pick them up very well during filming. Hermes Pan, Astaire’s choreography partner, often recorded Rogers’ taps since she was typically off filming a different movie by then.

• Astaire often gets a lot of the credit for their dancing because he worked tirelessly on the choreography. Rogers was often away filming non-musical roles while he did this. She was in three other films in 1935 alone, in addition to both Roberta and Top Hat with Astaire. But she put in a lot of hard work too. While filming those other roles, she learned the choreography from Pan so when she showed up for the six weeks of rehearsal, she was prepared.

• And somehow this number feels perfectly spontaneous. At the start, as he pulls her in, she looks at him flirtatiously and it’s not acting. She waits for him to come spin them around and of course it’s part of the choreography but it’s a lovely feeling of anticipation all the same. Several times they appear lost in their own world, dancing for one another. They also seem to be talking to one another quietly throughout most of the dance. Like before in their films, you can see the acting start and stop pretty clearly.

• When one of them does a little extra dance, the other watches in true appreciation and delight. Again, not acting. Most instances where they make eye contact they look very pleased with themselves. This is the closest we’ll ever get to seeing what Astaire and Rogers were like in rehearsals, complete with the in-joke bugle call.

• To understand better the moments of reality vs. acting, just look at the sequence where they challenge each other and argue using different dance steps. All acting. Then look at their faces immediately after this sequence ends and they enter the final moments of the dance. All them.

Side note: don’t miss how Astaire claps his hands together to make the smacking noise when she slaps him.

• While watching a private fashion show, John and Huck dislike a gorgeous black satin gown that’s low cut and with an almost completely open back because they think it’s too revealing. But later Rogers is going to wear almost this same gown and will look marvelous in it during the “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes” dance.

• After selecting a new gown, Liz teases Huck that “tall, handsome gentleman with large bank accounts will be asking for my telephone number. And getting it.” He replies, “And won’t they be surprised when I answer?”

• Upon hearing that John’s terrible ex, who has just arrived to undump him now that he’s rich and famous, will be leaving on Saturday, Huck departs with this line: “Goodbye, John. I’ll see you Sunday.”

• Irene Dunne definitely enjoys her few seconds of being spun around with Astaire. But who wouldn’t?

• Huck’s line to Sophie, “Gee, darling, you look terrible,” is such a burn and I love it.

• Another thing I have a soft spot for is Astaire’s piano playing. It’s energetic and fun and he doesn’t do it nearly enough imo.

• Astaire sings 3 songs (I’m not counting the fashion show “song”) in Roberta but they all have that very conversational style that suits him. And in fact both “I Won’t Dance” and “Lovely to Look At” are duets framed as a conversation with Rogers. My favorite part of “I Won’t Dance” is this exchange:

Astaire: “You know what? You’re lovely.”

Rogers: “And so what? I’m lovely.”

Astaire: “But oh what you do to me.”

• I also have to mention the little callback to “The Continental” as well as the strange rhyme of “for heaven rest us, I’m not asbestos”??

• Notice how this solo routine for Astaire is not interrupted by any cuts to his face or feet like previously solos? He got his way with the camera work.

• “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes” is a lovely song that I don’t necessarily want Irene Dunne to sing, not when Ginger Rogers is in the same film.

• Rogers’ acting when Huck talks rhetorically about wanting to marry Liz is fabulous. First, she has to be incensed at the mention of a “Liz” when publicly she’s still known as the Countess. Then she’s flustered that he’s just admitted he wants to marry her. And then she glares at him when he takes up the joke and describes his fiance-to-be as “simple” with “big feet.” And all of that happens in about three seconds. The way she sharply looks him up and down always makes me snicker.

• This lengthy fashion show is something else I usually skip. Was there a line of gowns that were sold as movie tie-in merchandise? I highly doubt it. But why else is this so long??

• When Astaire sings the lyrics “and heaven to kiss,” his voice drops and Rogers glances at him. Huck and Liz have most certainly been kissing off screen.

• Absolutely love how the lyrics of “Lovely to Look At” change for Astaire and Rogers. Instead of a “most impossible scheme come true, imagine finding a dream like you,” Rogers sings that he is her “most impossible dream come true, imagine finding a boy like you.” She takes his arm and on the lyrics “it’s thrilling to hold you terribly tight,” he squeezes her hand.

• Their dance, set to “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes,” is slow and stunning, one of the most beautiful they created. It’s full of soft looks between them. Rogers spends most of the beginning gazing at him lovingly. Not to be outdone, Astaire does the same when she’s turned away or not looking at him. He also has a small, private smile soon after they begin. It’s lovely.

• The duet is romantic and yet they don’t embrace fully until about a minute in. Instead, they hover near one another, faces angling together, small touches here and there. Holding fingertips for a particular move. His fingers briefly touch her ribs when she places his hand there for a beat. It’s a dance of deep partnership and love, not courtship. Neither needs to woo the other.

• And when they do embrace, he holds her close for a prolonged moment before moving into the next step. As he does, that private smile sneaks out again.

• The sudden dip is another example of Rogers trusting Astaire. She looks magnificent in the pose too. They both do.

• She lays her head on his shoulder, his hand resting gently on her hair, and her arm is around him. It’s a very intimate pose, made even more so by how he tilts his head towards her and his lips are very close to her brow. And there again, that smile.

• When the music becomes playful, Rogers glances over her shoulder at him and finds his eyes are already on her. Both of their faces soften.

• And ending a sumptuous dance with a backwards leap up three stairs. Super casual. They walk off the way they began, their arms linked.

• Speaking of casual, Huck and Liz get engaged in the most laid back way ever. Perfect for them.

• I have always loved Stephanie’s expression when she realizes just how dumb (but sweet) John is.

• The reprise of “I Won’t Dance” ends the film. Newly engaged but still in the same clothes they just performed a slow, romantic duet in, Astaire and Rogers perform a much more energetic dance. She makes her dress work for her superbly. The way they dance is very like “I’ll Be Hard to Handle,” which shows that this celebratory number is Huck and Liz, not the bandleader and the Countess performing for a crowd. And the choice of song is fitting since in the lyrics he said he couldn’t dance with her for fear he’d fall in love with her. But now they have danced quite intimately and they’re engaged. Might as well keeping dancing together.

• Soooo another film finished! We’re getting into some of the best ones now. Up next: Top Hat.

• Also if fanfiction is your thing, here’s a very sweet one for this film.

#fred astaire #ginger rogers #roberta #classic hollywood #old hollywood #astaire and rogers rewatch #fred and ginger #y'all have got me making gifs now for this #and by y'all i mean my own perfectionism and obsession

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sampson-knight · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 1/? Rating: Mature Characters: Leonardo (TMNT), Raphael (TMNT), Michelangelo (TMNT), Donatello (TMNT) Additional Tags: Horror, Supernatural Elements, Alternate Universe, Carnival, Mind Games Disclaimer: TMNT isn’t mine and this is just a fan fiction writing. No money is being made on this story. (TMNT CC are AU based on Rise version and age is roughly 19.)

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Chapter 1

There the jewels of the night, blazing colourful lights accompanied with loud sounds, of screams, horror, delight and of course laughter, polluted the air, while four turtles stood there bewildered gawking at the attractions that spread out before them.

The swirling lights like flames to a moth, tempt the crowds of people to come forth, as they line up for the next ride, spellbound by the music that was sweet, coming to a climactic beat and then subtle, resulting to moving one's soul. These sounds mixed into a grand orchestra, which overwhelmed the senses of both humans and the mutant brothers.

“See! I told you this place exists,” Donnie boasted adjusting his wrist band hidden under his purple hoodie, which displayed all the information he needed on this carnival. Research that took days to obtain and they called him delusional yet here it was!

“But Don, how are we going to walk around? We don't have any magic items and...” Raph asked wearily standing by the nearby tree overcasting the carnival eyeing the many rides and events that whispered sweet nothings to him to come and take part. With clothes on it would still be difficult to hide their turtle features at all times.

“How about that there,” Mikey smirked in glee pointing to what was evident were mutants, not cloaked or wearing any form of a disguise and were mingling amongst the humans like it was just some normal day. As far as they could see, it was an interesting display of a mashup of humans and mutants coexisting for one goal, to have a blast and enjoy this rare occasion of events and rides.

DA - https://www.deviantart.com/sampsonknight/art/Midnight-Caravel-TMNT-Rise-Dimension-862556928

AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27768358/chapters/67975381

#tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #fanfic #leonardo #donatello #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine

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subukunojess · 5 years ago

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Ink Demonth: Crazy Concerto

Hey guys. Jess here coming into Ink Demonth a little late. I’ve been on a road trip for half the month that really took the wind out of me both physically and creatively. I’m going to try completing my Ink Demonth entries for this month and September if I have to.

Anyway, for Ink Demonth, I wanted to write some drabbles for my Ink Gluttony AU and practice building up the world and characters for the main stories in the AU. Nearly most of these drabbles will be canon except for certain ones which I will get to later.

My first entry is for Music titled “Crazy Concerto”. Originally, I wanted this to be longer, but figured that I could expand it more in “The Real Demon”.

Without further ado, please enjoy under the cut!

"You want to play an instrument?" Sammy asked as he glanced over to the small imp next to his desk. It seemed tedious and ludicrous enough that Joey asked him to babysit the toon, but it was even more so when the dancing demon himself was asking him about instruments.

Bendy laid on the floor next to Sammy's desk with nothing but pieces of paper and a few crayons. He nodded while looking up at Sammy.

"Please Sammy? Boris gets to play the clarinet and you're the best music player I know. I'm eager to learn!"

Sammy placed down his pen and pondered. "I don't know... I am a busy man and picking an instrument isn't that simple enough. And what would Joey say? You're more of a dancer than a musician." The man didn't have the heart to tell Bendy that Joey specifically had an image to uphold when it came to Bendy. That included playing instruments and actual singing. The least he could allow was music notes used as a gag or toon logic. For the music director, it was a waste of creativity and opportunity.

"What Joey won't know won't hurt him!" Bendy pleaded, "Only us and the music department will know about it. I'll even leave ya alone once a week?"

Sammy raised his eyebrow, his blue and green eyes staring right at the toon. After a few seconds, he sighed. "Alright. I guess it wouldn't hurt to spend some time teaching someone with possible potential." Bendy jumped up and cheered, letting out a whistling laugh.

"This is called a violin, a stringed instrument." Samuel Lawrence said as he presented a violin and bow to Bendy in the main orchestra room. "It can be soft and gentle or strong and loud. Like so." He tuned the violin, got into position, and played a soft melody. The bow glided against the strings as if sliding on ice. The two-foot-tall demon watched in awe, his mouth hanging open. When Sammy finished, Bendy clapped with glee.

"See? This is a kind of instrument I would play to represent you. Now you try." Sammy helped Bendy get into position. It was difficult due to Bendy's lack of a neck, but they managed. When Sammy felt that Bendy was holding the violin and bow the right way, he slowly let go and then mimed moving the bow.

With a smile, Bendy attempted to copy Sammy's movement... only to push too hard and the bow to fly right out of his hands, almost breaking the sound booth window across from them. He blinked when he heard no sounds coming from the violin and stared silently at it in confusion. Sammy winced.

"You're a little strong there. Perhaps you'll need a bigger instrument. Like a cello." The music director went to a corner, then came back with what looked like a giant violin to the devil. Bendy stared at the cello before he went up to it and tried to lift it up into position as if it were a violin. Sammy immediately stopped him.

"No, no! There's no need for that. It stays on the floor." To demonstrate, Sammy plucked a few strings on the cello. He then got a stool and helped Bendy upon it to reach the strings better. Thinking that the cello would be more durable, the demon started plucking random notes. After a minute of plucking, Bendy winced and pulled back his hand. The fingertips of his gloves seemed sore and pulsing.

"Ow... it's too strong!"

Sammy pinched the bridge of his forehead, resisting the urge to smack his head against the wall. Humans were much more simple to educate than demons, he figured. He then realized that with people like Wally, he was dealing with the lesser of two evils. However, Sammy Lawrence was a musician who never backed down on someone wanting to learn from him before.

"Okay... let's try a completely different instrument. Something a lot smaller. How about a harmonica?"

The harmonica didn't work out. A couple of times it would almost fly off of Bendy's hands and it ended quickly when the toon somehow swallowed it. It took a while for Sammy to get it out of the little imp.

The woodwinds and brass didn't work out either. Every time Bendy inhaled and blew into an instrument, a raspberry or a discordant wheeze came out as a result.

Drums? He broke them on impact.

Piano? There was promise, but there was also times where Bendy would miss the keys and ended up with fingers tied into fumbled knots.

And Sammy knew very well not to give the demon cymbals or his precious banjo. He wanted to at least keep what was left of his sanity. After an hour of trial and error, the music director was about to rip out his long brown hair when he heard Bendy pipe up.

"What's this?"

Sammy turned his head to see the toon hovering over a guitar that laid on top of a chair in the far corner of the large room right nearby the recording booth. The human blinked.

"It's a guitar. One of my musicians must have left it here. Does it intrigue you?"

Bendy didn't answer at first. Without another word, he reached out and plucked one of the guitar's strings with his finger. This felt more relaxing than the violin or cello.

"Wow..." Bendy smiled as his pie-cut eyes almost sparkled. He turned to Sammy and pouted his lip, practically begging him.

The music director's eye twitched before he sighed. At least it wasn't his banjo.

"Fine, but this is the last instrument." The little demon nodded. Wanting to try something different, Sammy knelt down in front of Bendy and talked it through to him, giving instructions in a softer tone. Although he saw the star of the studio as a demonic annoyance, it was easy to forget that Bendy was also a child in a way. Sammy just had to treat him as if he were a human boy. At least, he thought that was the case.

Bendy listened in silence as he watched Sammy mime the position and talked it through. For some reason, the guitar was calling out to him more than the other instruments did. Sure he wanted to learn how to play other instruments such as the violin and piano, but it was the guitar that hooked him in. It just screamed his name to play. This was the instrument that he wanted to be serious on. He could tell.

It took almost an hour, but Bendy managed to hold the large guitar in the right position and strum the basic notes on it. It made Sammy's eyes widen in surprise.

"Amazing. You can be taught after all!" Sammy nodded as he watched Bendy strum some more. "I think that'll be enough for today. When I'm able to, I'll introduce you to one of the members of my orchestra. His name is Ezekiel and his best instrument is the guitar. Whenever you visit the music department, you'll go to him. Do we have an agreement?"

The little demon stopped playing, thought about it, then nodded with a small grin. "Mm-hmm. I can't wait to meet him!" He continued to strum in silence. Sammy sighed in relief. At least it resulted in minor damage and the promise of peace this time. He hoped this would last for the rest of his days in the studio.

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writeanapocalae · 6 years ago

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The Little Piggy Went Home

For @ruvikkin-art‘s polya au! Just Ruvik having some alone time and seeing that he’s been spoiled a bit.

He came down slowly, rubbing at the backs of his arms. It was a cold morning, even with the sunlight coming through the windows. His feet were freezing, even in their socks, on the hardwood floor. He wished that he had a bathrobe or something else to warm himself with, especially with how late he had slept in. He knew that there was no warmth to glean from his boyfriends, they’d all would have gone to work by now.

He didn’t usually sleep in, but there had been an epiphany, and he hadn’t been able to stop working. He’d worked later than Stefano even, and he was usually sculpting or working with his images until dawn.

There was gentle music coming from the kitchen, a simple instrumental, only a few instruments instead of a full orchestra, drawing his attention. He would have gone there anyway, collecting his pills and some much needed coffee to drive away his exhaustion and the start of a migraine, but the music made it all the more enticing. The smell of coffee was also a nice incentive.

On the table there was a box of donuts, which were mostly gone but there was a danish and a bismark left over for him. He smiled at the box, noting that they had been purchased specifically for him, because even though he knew Joseph and he had similar tastes, the fact that they had been left aside was its own sort of sweetness.

There was a burning feeling in his eyes, a tightness in his throat. He swallowed it down. He had been in this body for a few years but he still wasn’t certain about some of its peculiarities. There must have been some allergy he hadn’t been aware of.

He wiped at his eyes, removing the tears that had collected on his pale eyelashes. Next to the donuts was a mug of coffee, which was still steaming somewhat, and blonde, the way that he liked it. He must not have missed them by much then. He often drank his coffee black, but that was due to not having the time or energy to put much into it. Blonde and with just a tad too much sugar was how he drank it when he was spoiling himself. Now there were other people spoiling him.

That burning sensation was back and there was the feeling of swimming in chlorine in his nose. He wasn’t going to cry about this, not about coffee and donuts, so there had to be something else going on. It had to be allergies. He didn’t cry over such foolish things. He didn’t even feel sad.

There was a note slid under the mug and he realized that he didn’t even recognize the mug. It was all white and it didn’t even have a stain on the inside, so it must have been new. Joseph liked silly mugs, with designs and slogans on them, but he normally got them from thrift stores and they were always stolen for Lily’s cocoa. This one was brand new, not just to the house but from the store. On one side there was a pink pigs face and it said, in bright pink “I really like you!”

He grinned, picking it up and taking a sip. Other than the temperature it was perfect. He quickly checked the bottom of the mug and checked it before putting it in the microwave, taking up the note while it heated up. There were crudely drawn hoof prints on the paper, done in red pen. Sebastian normally drew things on the notes he put in Lily’s lunchbox. No one else ever got them.

“Don’t think I forgot how you are with pigs. Hopefully this one will be safer with you. I know I’m safer with you than I would have been back then. I know my heart is safer with you too. Take a break now and then, would you? We’ve got a lot of paperwork at the office, but we’ll do what we can to get home early. You better be resting when I get there. -Love, Sebastian.”

He was crying. He didn’t understand why. He knew that people could cry when they were happy but he’d never expected it for himself. The note could have cut him down, so deeply, because he also remembered the kind of man that he had been, but it filled him with glee instead. He set the note down and picked up a tissue instead, wiping at his eyes before the tears could fall too much. He didn’t know how he’d deserved this. How he’d deserved any of them. He he’d deserved a chance at all. They all cared about him so much. No one had ever cared so much about him, no one except for Laura, and that was so long ago.

The microwave beeped and he took out his coffee. It could have been burned and cheap and awful and he would still have adored it. The pig looked up at him with cartoonishly friendly eyes. The coffee was perfect and it warmed him through. A couple of pills and the migraine would be mitigated before it took over. He put the donuts on a plate and took them to the couch setting his breakfast on the coffee table.

There was a scientific journal there, just waiting for him. The most recent issue too. It was touching on dream theories and symbolism as well as having an interview with Dr. Ivanovici, who he’d been following for some time on his neurology work. They really did know him well.

He curled up with his coffee and his orders to rest, waiting for the others to come home. He was good alone, he was used to it. He did better with them though.

#the evil within #ruvikXjosephXsebastianXstefano #ruvik #my writing #fanfiction

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mdverse · 3 years ago

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Uht but make it an orchestra au

#my art #digital art #fan art #art #glee #santana lopez #brittany s pierce #quinn fabray #glee art #glee orchestra au #violin!santana #viola!quinn #flute!brittany #violinist santana already has my whole heart #uht #unholy trinity

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todaydreambelieversfic · 6 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Burt Hummel, Elizabeth Hummel, Rachel Berry, Finn Hudson, couple of OCs Additional Tags: Soulmates, AU, Musician Blaine, Broadway, pretty much pure fluff Series: Part 13 of Klaine One Shots Summary:

Blaine is an orchestra member in the show Kurt's just been cast for on Broadway.

#newfic #author: poorlittleklainer #rating: pg13 #length: series #genre: au #genre: fluff #q

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winglandwasteland · 6 years ago

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Avengers Au Fanfiction Series Introduction

Series summary: what if the Avengers + some of the GOTG were teenagers. What if they all had disabilities instead of being superheroes. Read all about their high school experience plus life with disabilities. Avengers teen disability AU. To be written in a one-shot/short story/episode style. Each chapter or part will focus on different characters and their relationship. The plot will be overarching.

Please tell me what you think and what situations u would like to see as we go through this AU.

Main characters and their disabilities:

Tony-arrhythmia

Bruce-anger management

Steve-asthma and scoliosis

Bucky-sensory processing disorder

Peggy-spastic gaint

Clint-deaf

Natasha-feeding tube + abuse

Thor-autism

Wanda-spina bifida

Gamora- spine injury and burns/nerve damage

Peter Quill-seizures

Victor Shade aka Vision - premature birth and depression

Main characters, side characters and sibling character theme songs:

Main characters:

Tony-Iron Man -Black Sabbath

Bruce-Monster-Skillet

Steve-Hero-Skillet

Bucky-Losing Your Memory-Ryan Star

Peggy-Creep-Haley Reinhart cover

Clint-The Phoenix-Fall Out Boys

Natasha-Fight Song-Rachel Platten

Thor-Princes Of The Universe-Queen

Wanda-Strange Magic-Electric Light Orchestra

Gamora-Warriors-Imagine Dragons

Peter Quill-Hooked On A Feeling-Blue Swede

Victor - Mr. Roboto/Counting Stars - Glee

Side characters:

Fury-Secret Agent Man-Johnny Rivers

Hill-Wolf-First Aid Kit

Coulson-Fighter-Darren Criss cover

Yondu-Centuries-Fall Out Boys + Father and Son-Cat Stevens

Sibling characters:

Loki-Royals-Lord’s

Hela-Immigrant Song-Led Zeppelin

Peter Maximoff-Time In A Bottle-Jim Croce

Nebula-Mz. Hyde-Halestorm

Tags: @servicedogsforsuperheroes

#fanfiction #au #avengers #avengers au #teenager au #disabilties #disabilities au #teen avengers with disabilities #introduction

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childofthemoon86 · 6 years ago

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@francisandtheworldweek Day 4: Demon/Angel au

A Demon’s Pet

Pairing: (pre)FrUk Characters: France, Austria (mentioned), Prussia (mentioned), England, Germany, Russia, North Italy, Sealand (mentioned), Japan, America, Canada. Rating: T for mild suggestive themes Word count: 3209 Cross posted on FF.net Summary: Historically, Demons and Angels have never gotten along, and neither are allowed to cross into the others domain. But for Francis, there’s just something terribly alluring about breaking rules, and no one has to know about his special new pet… But perhaps there’s a reason why some rules mustn’t be broken.

Ah Hell. Francis sighs contently as he walks through the fiery halls. He really does miss this place sometimes. Sure he likes the Top World Just as much as the next Demon, and it’s always a pleasure to carry out an assignment from the Hell King himself, but nothing quite measures up to the sweet scent of Hellfire Ash in the morning. Though, Hell may have it’s certain appeals to other Demons, for Francis, there’s something in particular that he misses. Where other Demons come back for the fires, or the songs of anguish souls, or to bathe in the Blood of the Fallen pools, currently none of that holds his interest. Sure he’s seen how Roderich commands the screams, treating the entire Hall of the Damned like one big orchestra, every soul a string to be plucked at just the right time, every cry of pain or despair tuned to perfection. Frankly, it’s mesmerising, and for Demons who such sound is like sweet music, it’s an utter pleasure to experience. He’s even heard tale of the King personally requesting him to… play, as it were. And he knows Gilbert enjoys his free time in the Ever Soldiers Fields, running gruelling sieges full of suffering. Starvation, disease, gun shot wounds, stab wounds, infections, the works. Fran’s even joined him a few times. As far as Demons go, Gil’s one who really knows how to party. But right now, Fran couldn’t care less about all that. Right now, he only has one thing on his mind. After all, if Roddy can have the Damned to play with, and Gil’s got his toy soldiers, then it’s only fair he has a special play thing too. And he does. But, unlike the others, no one else can find out about Fran’s special little pet project. He’d surely be sent to the Coal Pits for the next millennia if his new toy was discovered, and he can’t have that. Despite what humans may think, Demons do have rules, though not many and most can be bent with the right persuasion, but there is one rule that is absolute among Demons. And Fran might be breaking it just a tiny bit. He grins happily as he skips down to the first level of The Works as they’re know. The Works is the low levels of Hell built to contain all the souls sent to them for ‘eternal damnation’, but for most it’s really more like a stint in a crappy hotel for a few decades before they get recycled back into the living world, — out of the thousands upon thousands of souls that end up in Hell, very few ever receive a sentence past the second or third levels — and here at the first level, it’s pretty much just that. Rooms upon rooms stretched out seemingly endlessly before Fran, but he knows there is a limit, just one too far to be seen. He travels on down the hall, growing more excited as he goes. It’s only been a few days, but he can’t wait to see his pet again. Finally he comes to a stop at a door, much the same as all the others, only the number 3049652287 defines it to be the room he’s after. Cautiously checking that no other Demons are around to see him go in, he stealthily slips inside. There, just were he left him, the Angel sits. It is the one Absolute Law of Hell, no Angels allowed, but come on, Demons are notorious for being mischievous rule breakers, they can’t really fault Fran on this, it was bound to happen. Fran’s red eyes shine as he smirks at his pet, ankle still chained to the bedpost, sat moodily upon the wrinkled and stained red satin sheets of the sleazy motel styled bed, dressed in a simple cloud white toga. The Angel glares back, green eyes full of defiance. But Fran’s smirk soon turns to a sour frown as he looks over the Angels wings, tucked tightly behind his back. Stomping over, Francis unceremoniously grabs a wing by the end, and pulls, sharply tugging it out to full view. The Angel winces, but, like always, refuses to show any other sign of weakness. Fran’s dark eyes scan the wing as his mouth twist with a look of distaste. “What did you do?” He demands, “These weren’t like this before.” The wings, previously pristine white before he left only three days ago, now have a distinct grey colour to them, like they’ve lost their sheen. “What’s the matter Frog?” The Angel smirks, pleased to see Fran annoyed for once, “Not good enough for you now? Guess you’ll just have to get rid of me then.” Huffily, Francis gives another sharp tug on the wing, this time electing a small yelp of pain from the force of it. “Your not met to be like this, your supposed to be perfect! Why aren’t you perfect now?” Francis’s eyes flash in anger, his tails swishing at his feet, but the Angel only looks more smug as he sits up more, though he makes no move to pull his wing back. When no other answer is given, Fran growls in frustration, before letting the wing go, where it limply returns to its owners back. He huffs, before something else grabs his attention. Sitting on the bedside cabinet, is the tray of Soul Dews he left for the Angel, completely untouched. Again. He still won’t eat? Is that why his wings have dulled, hunger? Or… or has someone else done this to him… Fran’s tail twists in worried nots around his feet at the thought. If anyone has so much as laid a claw on a single feather, so help him, not even the King will be able to shield them from Francis’s wrath! He huffs a calming breath out his nose. No, no. If someone had been here, he’d surely have been caught by now. It must be something else… Maybe it’s the ash? Though, there isn’t much in the rooms, but perhaps it’s enough to sully the pretty wings? But something tells him a Bloodbath won’t fix this. Shaking his head, Fran returns his glare to the grey wings. Oh how that annoys him, but, if he wants to get the pretty white back, then he needs to figure out why they’ve dulled, which means… He smirks, eyes shining with mischief again as he slinks over to the bed, sitting down beside the Angel. “Well, no matter, we can still have fun, even if you’ve lost some of your shine.” The Angel recoils away, sliding back across the bed until the chain clangs tight, preventing him from escaping any further. Unbothered by the move, Fran simply crawls after him, pushing the Angel to lay back as he straddles over him. “Come on, don’t you want to have some fun? Hell’s all about fun.” He purrs. “Piss off, beast!” The Angel spits, using his unchained foot to kick Francis between the legs, but Fran expects the move, and with a single hand, easily stops him, holding the thin, pale limb in place. “Now now,” Fran grins, sitting back on the Angels bare knees and pinning his legs to the bed, “No need to be like that. Come,” his smile widens as he claps his hands together in glee, “tell me your name.” The Angel struggles to get him off his legs, but soon tires — much faster than last time, Fran notes curiously — choosing to lie slumped beneath him. “No.” He huffs. “Come on, pleeeease?” Francis begs, batting his eyes. The Angel remains silent, only glaring tiredly up at Fran, much to the Demons annoyance. He knows humans see Angels as the ‘favoured race’, all kindness and benevolence, great guardians who steer them from harm and send them on the path of good. But Demons have a much different view of them. To Demons, Angels are arrogant, self entitled, ‘none holier than thou’ type pricks. They lord the humans favour of them over Demons, acting all high and mighty all the damn time, it’s so irritating! And Francis just had to catch the one Angel would couldn’t embody the Demons views better if he tried. No matter what Francis has tried for the past three weeks, the only conversation he’s been able to get out of the Angel is insults. He’s tried being nice, he’s tried alluring, he’s tried trickery, he’s offered souls and blood, himself, but nothing. Not even so much as a name. He leans forward, his dark suit contrasting nicely with the Angel’s white, but, before he can brush a clawed hand over the blond’s cheek, he receives a mental summons. Sighing at the bad timing, he hops back off the bed. “Don’t go anywhere.” He winks, before leaving. What does the King want now? X Francis hurries back to his pet, a grand grin playing across his features. He’s so giddy, he skips most of the way there. A request from the King himself, in person no less. There’s going to be a hunt — they haven’t had one of those in ages — and he’s to pick the prize. The King must know of his knack for acquiring rare items by now, ohh what an honour this is! And he know’s Just what he’s going to choose, but first… “I’m back~” He sings as he walks in, but frowns when he finds the Angel asleep, the sheets bundled up around him. “Hey, wake up.” Fran huffs, setting the fresh tray of Soul Dews down beside the still untouched one. It’s not that late, and he was only gone for a few Hell hours, surely the Angel can’t be tired yet, they still have work to do! He shakes the Angels arm roughly until dazed green eyes slowly blink open. “Urghh…” He groans, curling in on himself. “Hey, what’s wrong with you?” Fran demands, ripping the sheets back. But as soon as he does his eyes widen in shock. The wings… those pretty wings are even duller than before, but what’s worse is dozens of feathers litter the sheets, and more fall free from the wings as Francis stares. “What in Hell?” Panic starts to seep into Fran’s mind. He’d planned on figuring out how to get the Angels wings pristine again to use one of the pretty feathers as the hunt prize, but now… The Angel shivers, and Fran sees that those pretty green eyes aren’t shining with defiance anymore, there not shining at all, now they look more like dull glass balls, staring unseeingly out in a lost haze. He quickly kneels to get a better look at the Angels face, seeing how much paler it is than before, and his breaths come in short, laboured gasps. He touches a hand to the blonds face, his fingers dampening with the sweat droplets beading his brow, and can feel an unnatural heat burning beneath the skin. Fran bites his lip in worry. Forget the wing prize, if he doesn’t do something soon the Angel might not last the night. “Non, Non, non, stop this. Stop it now!” He shouts, eyes flashing, his agitation causing him to unconsciously slip into his Hellian French accent. But no matter how much he shakes the Angel, he doesn’t get any response besides a pitiful groan. “This can’t be happening…” He only wanted to play with him, he doesn’t want to kill him! After such a short time, he can’t lose his pet now! Frantically, he looks around the room for something, anything to fix this, but nothing jumps out. Things can’t end like this! Growling in anger, Francis turns on the chain, snapping it apart with his bare hands, before turning back to slip his arms under the Angels body. “Don’t you dare die on me!” He warns, hurriedly standing and lifting the Angel to him. X Sneaking out of Hell with a dying Angel is a lot harder than you might think, especially one shedding feathers all over the place. But then, you might also think that Angels and Demons hate each other, so why would one care if the other was dying? Francis wonders that too as he knocks out the last guards by the Fire Gates. But before going through, he halts in his tracks. Just where should he go? No human could possibly help them, and no demon would give a damn if the Angel died here. So… He turns to look at the Plains Map. Looking between the map and the dying Angel in his arms, Fran closes his eyes, frowning deeply, before making his choice. Kicking the dial, he switches the Plains selection from the Top World to the High Sphere, otherwise known as, Heaven. The view through the portal swirls and changes from a grassy park to a bright white hallway, and alert blinking across the portal warning of Forbidden Passage to the Un-ascended. Well, he’s gotten this far, might as well do what Demons do best. Disregarding the warning, Fran tightens his hold on the Angel, and steps through. The world twists and warps around them for a moment, before settling in the long — almost painfully bright for Fran — white hall, and the humid heat of Hellfires turns to a cool breeze blowing from air conditioners in the ceiling above. But the second Francis lays a foot inside, a deafening alarm starts to blare, and dozens of Angels come rushing to the alert. “Warning, Unauthorised demonic presence detected in the entrance of Hall Beta. All available Archangels to Hall Beta immediately, this is not a drill. Repeat, All available Archangels to Hall Beta immediately.” Before Francis can even think up of a plan, he’s surrounded. The Archangels, Heaven’s security, are the first to arrive. These Angels, unlike Fran’s delicate pet, are much bigger and bulky looking, armed with swords in their belts, and golden symbols decorating their much larger wings. “What is going on here?” A tall and very muscular blond Archangel demands. “Seems a Demon has gotten himself lost.” Another violet eyed one smiles, but the look makes Fran more uneasy than a Demons grin. It’s then that the blond one looks to the Angel limp in Fran’s arms. “Arthur?” He asks in surprise, quickly striding forward to get a better look, “By Heaven, what have you done to him?” The Archangel gasps at Francis. “Please,” Fran begs, holding the Angel out, “you have to save him.” “Quickly,” The blond calls over to his smiling partner, “take him to the Halo, and hurry.” “Right away.” Violet eyes nods, and Fran puts up no protest when he scoops his pet out off his arms, flying off. “As for you,” the blond glares, drawing his sword and pointing it at Fran’s neck, “your coming with me.” Not having much option otherwise, Fran smirks, bowing mockingly, “Lead the way.” The Archangel huffs in distaste, but before leaving he turns to look down a corridor at one of the other Angels who arrived while Fran was distracted. “Feliciano, go summon the High Council, inform them of what’s happened.” The small brunet Angel jumps at being caught snooping, but quickly recovers, saluting the blond. “Sure thing boss!” But just before he runs off out of sight, the blond calls out again, “And Feli?” “Uh, yeah Luddy?” The blond sighs, “Go tell Peter to come to the Halo too, he’ll want to know.” “Right away!” X It seems Fran’s pet wasn’t the only Angel to despise him. As he’s marched through the Cloud Fields down to the Rain Fall Pits, every Angel he passes sends him a look of contempt. He hears their whispers, and sees how they turn their noses up at him. They all act so high and mighty, as if he wasn’t even worth the clouds they walk on. “Look at that.” “Is that a Demon, here?” “Disgraceful.” “Such a foul beast.” “What’s Hell playing at now?” “The Council will hear of this.” “Be careful, don’t get too close or it might sully your Grace.” “Keep it away from the Souls, who knows what foul things it’s planning.” “Urgh, I feel sick just looking at it.” Growing annoyed by all the whispering, Fran’s lips curl back in a snarl, growling at the next Angel he passes who dares to make a comment on his appearance, smirking when the Angels go scurrying in fear. But his fun ends when they reach the pits, giant wells of fresh Holy Water several hundred of meters deep, with a system of rain constantly falling to keep them from running dry. Fran had heard all about Heaven and it’s weird wonders like this, but never cared for it much. But now he wishes he’d payed a bit more attention to the tales as he’s unceremoniously kicked down into the well. The sides far too high and smooth to climb, Fran’s forced to swim to an inner ledge to stand, treading water up to his waist as he looks up at the Archangel. “You’ll stay here until the council decides what to do with you.” Is all he’s told before he’s left all alone. X Fran’s not sure how long exactly he spent in the well, but long enough for his nice suit to be utterly ruined, that’s for sure. He’s soaked to the bone and uncomfortably cold when the violet eyed Archangel from before peaks over the edge. “Hello again,” he smiles that same unnerving grin, “ready to get out?” “Quite.” Fran huffs, flicking at the water around him, “This Holy Water is terrible for my complexion.” “Are all Demons so funny?” He giggles, spreading his giant wings to fly down and pull Fran out of the well. “Why don’t you go to Hell and find out.” Fran smirks. The Archangel giggles again, dropping Fran from higher than necessary as he remains in the air. Groaning from the landing, Fran quickly picks himself up, huffing at having to look up even more to see the Archangel. “Well, now what?” “Now,” The Archangel drawls, waving a hand signal in the air, “you talk.” Suddenly a small group of Angels and Archangels fly over, they settle into a circle above Fran, before all dropping down together to surround him. “Talk?” Francis parrots, worriedly glancing around. “Perhaps we should explain first,” A short dark haired Angel starts, “It might be easier if we’re all on the same page first.” “Kiku’s right,” another blond with purple eyes nods. “But first, introductions. My name is Ivan,” the violet eyed Archangel starts, “mr muscles over there is Ludwig, and the annoying brat beside him is Alfred.” “Hey!” Alfred cries, but Ivan continues regardless. “We three are Archangels, though you probably new that.” Ivan smiles, gesturing to the smaller Angels next. “This here is Kiku, and the sweet little thing next to him is Matthew.” Fran wonders why he called Matt little when he’s almost the same size as the Archangels, but nods along anyway. “And lastly, the bag of nerves next to Ludwig is Feliciano.” At his name being mentioned, the brunet jumps, shifting closer to Ludwig for protection. “Now tell us,” Alfred cuts in, his wings fluffing up behind him in a display of strength, “what happened with the Hell Gate in Singapore?”

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