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mephinomaly · 10 months

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[TL] Backdoor - an Original Scenario written by Akira

Backdoor is a short original story written by Akira-sensei to accompany the release of the Crossroad animated series. I recommend watching it before reading this, especially if you haven't read the original Crossroads.

Please enjoy my translation below!

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Backdoor

I break in from the backdoor. I feel like a super cool outlaw from one of those movies. Avoid the countless traps, blindly shoot the enemies like bang bang bang! Feast your eyes, idiots of the world!

I am the great Oogami Koga…!

"..."

By the back door is a guy with blond hair who’s sorting the trash out, probably works here part time. Since I came in and started acting like a weird middle schooler, he looks at me, surprised.

“Hey, you–” Part-time-kun (tentative name) puts his hand out with a totally bored expression. “One thousand yen. It’s the entrance fee.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

“Next time come in from the proper entrance, ‘kay?” Part-time-kun (tentative name) doesn’t lecture me any further and exchanges my 1000 yen bill for a sleek plastic card. If I show this at the bar, I can get a drink and stuff. I thank him. “Enjoy your night～♪”

Part-time-kun (tentative name) is side-eyeing me, and at this point in time I’m so embarrassed all I want to do is go home but I pull myself together and head inside.

I’m in a cheap underground livehouse in the downtown area, near Yumenosaki Private Academy, the school I’m going to attend.

My sanctuary is here.

My god is here.

***

The livehouse I've been hanging around in lately is built a little weird. The entrance to the stairs is in a back alley. At the bottom of the stairs, there’s two corridors, one leading left, the other right. There’s a lot of soundproof doors, standing one after another. The majority of these small rooms are booths, meant to be hired out by amateur bands to practise in. If you look through the window of one, it’s normally empty since nobody really uses them.

Well, these days people don’t practise by actually picking up an instrument, playin’ until their fingers hurt. I’ve been doin’ that too lately, sittin’ at home ‘n staring blankly at my computer screen. I dunno.

At the end of the empty corridor, there’s the employees only room, the kitchen, and the back entrance which I found by accident when I was trespassing.

I’ve been short on cash lately because I’ve been buyin’ like, introductory books to playin’ the guitar ‘n stuff so I’ve been sneakin’ in that way ‘cos then I don’t hafta pay the entrance fee. No-one’s ever around anyway.

“I won’t be able to come in that way next time,” I complain as I walk down the corridor in low spirits, stopping when I find the soundproof room I’m looking for.

The biggest, most extravagant door is in the middle of the corridor. At the back, at the heart of this place— is the livehouse, or I guess you could call it a music hall.

“♪～♪～♪”

I open the weighted door and my entire body is blasted by music.

This is it. This electrifying feeling.

At the back of this relatively wide space is a really nice stage, and that’s where bands that have signed up to perform do so. The entrance fee also covers one drink, but you can order more food and drink and enjoy the show at the same time. It’s your average livehouse. I dunno though. I’m underaged, so I stick to a non-alcoholic tomato juice whilst enjoying the show.

Since this place is close to Yumenosaki, a lot of the customers are scruffy-looking students. I never thought young me would come to a place like this. I’m just in ordinary clothes. This place pays attention to its customer base, so there's not a drop of alcohol or a single cloud of cigarette smoke to be seen. Only super cool music is playing. It’s echoing.

“～...♪”

My God is in the middle of the stage, singing enthusiastically. The lyrics are in English, and I understand almost none of them. The lyrics are probably about wishing for world peace, or religious sacrilege; something complicated but meaningful. When I asked what he was singing about later, he said something like “I’m so happy because my cute little brother has recovered from his cold!”

Is he stupid? Or am I the stupid one for being so entranced by him?

But. I didn’t know that sort of thing back then, so I was genuinely moved by him.

Illuminated by the dim stage lighting, his pale corpse-like skin stood out in the shadows— him.

Crimson eyes like hellfire.

Black hair that melts into the darkness.

From between his seductive lips that are sexier than any girls’, comes a masculine, deep voice.

He looked simultaneously like an angel that could rescue the world and a devil that could destroy it too. Whether angel or devil, his singing voice was powerful enough to completely change the very fabric of this world.

“～...♪”

The name of the person I respect the most in this world is Sakuma Rei.

My God.

***

I was born and raised in an unremarkable environment.

We’re middle class. My dad’s an office worker and he earns a pretty decent wage, and my mum’s a housewife, which is rare nowadays.

They bought a nice detached house in a nice place. Both of my parents like kids and like taking care of others, so I grew up pretty pampered. I’m aware that since I was spoiled, I grew up to be a selfish, cocky brat. I was given whatever I wanted. I didn’t know what I really wanted though since it would be handed to me before I could even think about it. When I got to an age where I didn’t need to be looked after, my parents got a dog to satisfy their overflowing need to help others (?). His name’s Leon. He’s the best dog ever.

I fussed over him too, but not in the way my parents did. Everyday, they’d treat him like he was a baby, doting on him, probably the same way they treated me. It made me sulk a bit.

I could tell that my parents’ interest had shifted from me to Leon. Leon isn’t bad. He was bought to be loved. He’s a pedigree, he was born for this, to be doted on. He’s a really good boy and whenever I felt sad he’d snuggle up close to me and put his face next to mine. So I wouldn’t be lonely. So I knew I wasn’t alone.

But I felt that the amount of love I had received up until this point was steadily decreasing, and it made me anxious.

—Alas! Miserable, spoiled Oogami Koga-kun!

But I wasn’t shameless enough of a person to say “pay attention to me instead of the dog!” Leon deserved to be loved as much as I did— I wandered around town, searching for someone other than my parents who could love me.

I was starved, yearning. I looked like a stray dog scavenging around for something to fill me up. My parents aren’t bad. Neither is Leon. I’m probably not bad either.

I’ve already finished compulsory education. I had reached the age where I could fend for myself. So I should have. I’m sure other people are doing that. We leave the watchful eye of our parents, tackle teenagehood, and find out who we are. Find what we want to do with our lives. After countless trial and error, I found what I was looking for— Sakuma Rei. His music satisfied what my soul had been craving.

***

The performance ends, and Sakuma Rei disappears behind the stage.

I’ve never been on stage before, so I don’t know what it looks like back there. There’s probably a passageway that leads to a green room or something. The livehouse is weirdly dark and it’s hard to see much of anything, so it really looks like Sakuma Rei vanished like a ghost.

The person who fills the gap in my heart, vanishes.

So I grow anxious again and begin blindly searching for him everywhere. I make my way through the livehouse, pushing through the swathes of people who came here to see Sakuma Rei.

—Sakuma Rei, Sakuma Rei, Sakuma Rei.

My soul wants him.

Of course, I’m not part of his family. We’re not even acquaintances, let alone friends. He’s probably never even heard of me. But I didn’t mind either way. I found him, met him, fell in love with him, and had my yearning quenched. That alone made me thankful. Sakuma Rei, without a doubt, saved me. That’s all I wanted. I was just a sheep, one of hundreds who came here. To me, he was the night sky, something I thought I could never reach. I didn’t mind just watching from afar. That’s how I really feel. If I never got to see him closeup, I’d be fine with that.

And yet.

“What you’re drinking looks good.”

Suddenly, the tomato juice I’d ordered, which I didn’t end up liking because it was weirdly sweet, is taken from my hand by someone next to me.

—The hell, bastard? That’s mine. When I go to look up at whoever grabbed my drink with a belligerent expression, I realise it’s Sakuma Rei.

“If you’re not drinking it, I’ll have it. Singing’s got me workin' up a sweat.”

Naturally, my body stiffens.

That’s Sakuma Rei.

If I reach out my hand, I could touch him.

I’m so surprised by what I originally thought was something that could never happen, I have nothing clever to say and instead, like an idiot, I freeze with my mouth ajar.

“What’s up? Oh, you’re at that age where you think indirect kisses are embarrassing, right…?” Sakuma Rei says with a somewhat apologetic expression. Then he says something absurd.

“Oopsies, sorry～…Don’t worry, I take full responsibility for stealing your first time. Mhm.”

That was the first conversation we had, and it’s not exactly something I can brag about to anyone.

Ever since then, ever since that moment, I’ve been at the mercy of this arrogant person.

***

I step through the backdoor.

The unmotivated-looking blond employee is slacking off on his phone again today– he’s a playboy called Hakaze and is actually the manager of this place. He’s also supposedly one of my senpai from Yumenosaki. He glances up from his phone at me with a gross expression.

“Look look. I just got another girl's number. I’m typing out my first message now.”

“Shut up, I don’t know you. Don’t talk to me, playboy.”

About two years have passed since I had my first conversation with Sakuma Rei, Sakuma Rei-senpai, a conversation I’d rather not remember.

I’ve got a bit taller and a bit stronger.

I practised intensely so my guitar and singing skills have somewhat improved.

Whilst I was growing, Yumenosaki had gone to the dogs.

Yumenosaki Private Academy’s an idol school steeped in a rich history and tradition. But inside, it was rotting.

I wanted to be like Sakuma-senpai, so I followed him without thinking and took Yumenosaki’s entrance exam like an idiot. I was blinded. I didn’t know anything. Every Yumenosaki student is shit. Naturally, I noticed that since I frequented the livehouse in order to see Sakuma-senpai.

A rotted miniature garden where those with dead eyes spend their sad youth reeking of corpses. Sakuma-senpai was weirdly energetic despite the backdrop of death, so I got it wrong. No. I think I was just an immature, stupid brat, so I didn’t notice.

Sakuma-senpai had those same dead eyes.

In the mountain of dead bodies, he was clinging onto life. He was the only one who didn’t want to die, he was the only one praying for something to happen.

No-one could save him.

A bespectacled monk boy from a temple came along and evoked anger in him, trying to make him into a human— into something more than human. The stupid, lost dog just wagged his tail and followed the hand that fed him.

We didn’t realise that the person that was always grinning like a fool, and living what appeared to be a happy life, was actually suffering more than anyone. He desperately needed help. You can see why we didn’t notice; he looked like he was having fun.

When he stood on stage with me and Shitty Glasses as Deadmanz, he lived each day like it was his last. He looked genuinely happy—he looked like he was alive. But that was only a short-lived dream. Once he steps off stage, the spell breaks, and he turns back into a corpse.

A revolution takes place at the rotted Yumenosaki.

Sakuma-senpai was seen as a cause of evil and exterminated by those who claimed to be on the side of justice. The evil monsters had been defeated, and everyone lived happily ever after. It’s creepy when a corpse moves. Yeah, nothing will change if you don’t exterminate all the gross monsters, right?

—Fuck you, you bastards!

***

“Wan-chan, will you be singing today too?” The bored-looking playboy asks, on his phone as usual. Guess he doesn’t really want to talk to me. “You should stop because you’re dampening the mood. People think you're one of Sakuma-san’s henchmen, so people think you’re evil too and will persecute you like he was.”

“I don’t care. I… I’m.” I growl, the shallow first person pronoun Sakuma-senpai sometimes used slips from my mouth [1]. I cling onto what I’ve got left of him. “I just wanna sing with all my energy. I don’t care what the rest of you do.”

“But you’re creating problems for the livehouse. A customer pokes fun at you or Sakuma-san, you get angry, and you start a fight—I really don’t want things like that happening.”

“I won't create any problems, I’ll be on my best behaviour.”

“Will you really? But you’re like the rest of the customers— You always look like you’re going to start arguing with other Yumenosaki students. You come in from the back entrance like, everytime, to avoid any trouble, right?”

“I still pay the entrance fee.”

“Why do you go out of your way to perform here even though you’ve got to jump over so many dangerous obstacles to get here? It’s super bothersome.” Playboy's grumbling as usual. He pulls out a key and throws it to me. “Here. I’ll give you a key to a room so you can change clothes and get ready. If you swear to not cause any more trouble, you can become our new breadwinner, Wan-chan. I actually want to cheer you on,” the playboy said and laughed insincerely.

I hate his demeanour, so I snap back.

“Don’t call me ‘Wan-chan’.”

“Sakuma-san calls you ‘Wanko’. I call you ‘Wan’ as in, ‘number one’. Honest, honest to god.” [2] Playboy’s face goes serious for a split second and he waved his hands around like he was trying to hide his embarrassment. “You can be my number one breadwinner, like Sakuma-san.”

“Don’t hafta tell me twice.”

Just like Sakuma-senpai, I’ll become the best guy in the world. My voice alone will excite the crowd. A flirtatious glance will have women swooning. With a single look, even the strongest of men will bow down to me. In an instant, their souls are gripped, I captivate everyone. I’ll become like Sakuma Rei too. But the journey is a long one. “Let’s go. I’m singin’ tonight.”

I reach my booth, key in hand, and change into my costume. I take out my guitar, who’s as important to me as my parents and Leon are. Once I’m ready, I head to the stage. To tackle this head on.

“Shake, you fools! Imma show you what real music is!”

I sing. My guitar does too.

Just like Sakuma-senpai did.

Right now I’m blindly copying him, but I pray that one day, I’ll be able to be just like him.

I hope this song reaches him, wherever he is.

***

Once, I was starving, yearning. But when I found Sakuma Rei and his music, my soul was satisfied.

—Now it’s my turn.

“Rock ‘n’ roll…!”

Come on, idiots of the world. I’ll open your eyes with my music. I’ll become your God.

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Translation notes:

[1] in the line above this one Koga says ‘俺...俺様は’ or ‘ore…ore sama wa’. Oresama being the first person pronoun rei sometimes used, and its very egotistical.

[2] number one is pronounced as, in this case, ‘nanbaa wan’

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grimreaperschild · 1 year

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guitar practice 4

summary: sad excuse for a plot thickens and wednesday pays you an untimely visit

warnings: swearing, wednesday level affection

a/n: some flashbacks and we get to see rs abilities sorry i took a while to get this out lol been enjoying summer, gonna post some drabbles soon hopefully, any ideas or requests greatly appreciated also let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist it wouldn’t let me tag some people so if i didn’t tag you im sorry, happy reading!-🦷

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you wake with a start sitting up sweat sticking your (y/h/c) to your forehead, turning to your bedside table you pick up your phone and check the time 2:44am the clock reads, you groan. looking over at the other side of your dorm yoko is snoring softly, no practicing in here then.

letting out a content sigh you push open the door to your studio letting the familiar scenery put you at ease, the “studio” was actually just a room tucked into the far corner of nevermore academy’s many winding hallways, the walls covered in your spray paint cans covering the shelf’s a small sofa big enough to seat 3 sat dejectedly in the corner your amp next to it a line of mirrors on the left side that opened up to closet space that you still hadn’t found a use for.

you throw yourself onto the sofa pressing your palms to your eyes it’s starting again his voice rings clear in your mind, “yes, yes i can see that” you mutter pressing into your eyes more.

the nightmares always got worse near parents weekend, the buzz of all the students making your heart thrum in your chest, your palms sweat in class and he seems to follow you everywhere, hovering over your shoulder voice penetrating your mind, usually you could swipe him away his body dissipating into the air leaving you in peace y/n “callum, stop.” you all but whined but it was too late.

you know i don’t blame you

that’s all it took for the memories you had tried so desperately to push down to rush back leaving deep gashes as they claw steadily to the front of your mind.

“your a monster” your mother screamed chocking on her tears no. bright blue and red flashes danced off the walls as the body bag was thrown into the back of the ambulance stop no. you grab at your chest as your breathing comes out in ragged gasps fire spreading from your fingertips to your elbows you close your eyes focusing on your breathing like your therapist (dr kimbot) had taught you, eventually your breathing evened out and you cracked open your eyes looking at the charred remains of your sleep shirt, you frown that’s the 3rd time this week and it’s only wednesday, oh, wednesday.

you shake your head clearing the name from your mind, you pick up one of your many guitars this being one of your favourite acoustics, your dad had made it for you when you were 12 you rub your fingers over the engraving “to my daughter the love and light of my life don’t ever give up- pa” you smile sadly strumming to ensure it was still in tune you quickly lose yourself in the music.

a familiar chord progression slips from your fingers and you freeze realising what you’d played the memories flashing through your mind

“nes” you giggled at the girl’s unimpressed expression “baby it’s not that hard” she swats your hand away from hers that’s resting on the body of your guitar, she frowns nimble fingers struggling to stretch into the correct position for the chord you where currently trying to teach her, you lean back and observe the girl the light from the rising sun was casting her in a golden glow her brown eyes twinkling when she finally sounded out the chord “told you it wasn’t hard” she hummed eyes coming to meet yours “sometimes i dream about dissecting you, i imagine there’s fire flowing through your veins” the ghost of a smile on her lips at the thought, you snort “your morbid wednesday” “i want our remains to be burned together” she says completely ignoring your last statement “romantic” you quip back a smile on your lips, she stands “come cara mia i have a surprise for you” she doesn’t wait for you as she steps back through the window into her dorm

your crying?

the comment snaps you out of your mind you reach up and feel your cheeks are wet “i guess i am” go on tell your big brother you watch as his form jumps over the back of the sofa landing with a soft thud his toothy grin putting you at ease “im older than you now” i still age when im dead y/n, don’t take that from me.

you chuckle at how serious he’s being “yes sir” you mock salute him giggling as he pulls his lips into a thin line still waiting for an answer to his previous question, you wait for a second knowing your not going to be able to avoid this one you take a deep breath readying yourself “im scared to see mum again cal, and wednesday won’t stop starting at me and enid and i don’t even know what me and enid are and i miss you and i hate being an outcast” you rush out all in one breath then in a much smaller voice you add “and i hate that i see dead people, i hate that all i do is destroy things and the more i feel the more i lose control, god i’ve set so much on fire recently” you sink back into the chair feeling deflated.

he leans forward your not cruel y/n, your damaged, damaged goods are still good.

you say nothing letting his words wash over you, you push yourself up off the sofa checking your phone 5am blinks back at you and you take your dnd off watching the plethora of messages, mainly from enid pour through

3:24am

(enid❤️): y/n you ok? yoko said your not in your bed?

(enid❤️): your worrying me bby

4:50am

(enid❤️): y/n i’ve given you as much space as i can, please answer your phone.

4:55am

(yoko🧛‍♀️): told enid your probs in your studio good luck and god speed my friend

you giggle at that last message shooting a quick one back before focusing back on enid’s chat

(y/n): don’t wait up for me

you smile as yet another message comes through from enid

(enid❤️): ur lights on can i come in? x

(y/n): come in enid, the doors always unlocked for you x

you slip your phone into your back pocket as the door opens and closes you turn back to the sofa a hollow feeling in your chest as you realise callum’s given you and enid space, she gasps when she sees you “you’ve been crying” you hum too tired to reply and she puts her hands on your forearms taking in your burned t “the nightmares have started haven’t they?” you nod pulling her with you to the sofa and pulling her into your lap arms tight around her waist her hands come up to massage your scalp kissing your head.

your not sure when you fell asleep but you wake up sprawled out over enid her arms around you in a protective manner, you yawn and suddenly an icy feeling makes it’s way down your spine as you look up and make eye contact with wednesday, she’s stood at the door impassive expression on her face you untangle yourself from enid without waking her standing and padding over to her “your not welcome here anymore wednesday” you whisper yell at her, she opens her mouth to speak closes it again thinks finds the right words and takes a step forward towards you “i have accepted tyler’s invite to the raven, i understand you and enid will be there together, you must know i will have you back”

you stand in stunned silence as she continues taking another step towards you “i know you, i know you still think of me, im utterly devoted to you but you must let my investigation run its course” you take a step back towards the sleeping blond suddenly not liking how far away you are “that’s sweet, didn’t know you had it in you, good for you wednesday but your actions make your words meaningless, now if you’ll excuse me im sure im late enough for parents day as it is” you take another step back checking the time.

1:23pm

your eyes near jump out of your head

shit.

“enid” you yelp and she jumps and slinks out of the room like a kicked dog before enid can spot her “enid” you shout this time and it finally stirs her out of her slumber groaning at the bright light of your studio room “what” she grumbles not being a morning person “it’s half 1” she jumps up at the realisation “fuck” “yeah. fuck.” she scrambles to the door grabbing your hand and pulling you with her as she runs for your dorm as it’s closest throwing the door open and going straight to your closet “yeah help yourself” you call out chuckling at the girls antics, a shirt hits you square in the face as she tumbles out half dressed in your joggers and a hoodie.

“put that on keep the joggers you have on now we don’t have time, shit they’ve been here for 2 hours” you hum anxiety spiking as you picture your mums face, you grab enid’s arm as she attempts to rush past you while pulling her shoes back on, you pull her flush against you “good luck with your family today text me im gonna miss you” she smiles reaching up to peck you on the lips “remember to call me if it gets too much n/n, good luck too” she kisses you again sweetly and then she’s gone out the door and down the hall before you even blink.

your left alone in your room tear tracks on your cheeks the tattered remains of a t-shirt clinging to your body the fresh one enid threw at you in your hands, you sigh, again.

come on trooper, let’s do this together

you smile as cal forms in-front of you, at least being able to talk to the dead meant you could be haunted by your favourite sibling.

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mind-travel-er · 2 years

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Pitfall Trap

# Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Wednesday Addams # Synopsis: Carnivorous eyes can be mistaken for loving eyes. Tyler had learned that with Wednesday Addams, he couldn’t dissociate the two. He didn’t even want to. # Warning/Content: Spoiler S01, Obsessive behavior, Sexual Tension, Primal Instinct, Toxic relationship, Character Study. # Word Count: 1.2k [read me on AO3]

Carnivorous eyes can be mistaken for loving eyes. Tyler had learned that with Wednesday Addams, he couldn’t dissociate the two. He didn’t even want to.

She is perfect.

And during that Rave’N dance, staring at him with dark, wide pupils, he wasn’t so much swaying to the music, but rather swayed by her.

By the girl who brings piranhas to a swimming lesson; just because someone usurped her right to torture her little brother. He knew she wouldn’t be phased by the monster crawling under his skin. Wednesday wore hers with pride on the outside.

" … Like putting piranhas in a swimming pool?" She frowns. He explains himself with a purse of his lips he can’t hope to hide:

"I may have done a little digging on you after we met."

"I’d do it again."

"I knew there was a reason I liked you."

She is exquisite.

She dances, and he grins with all his teeth. She walks away, pulling the invisible elastic between them; then comes back to him, barely brushing his white tuxedo. He could growl right there and then. He wants his strong hands to grip her sides, but instead he snaps his fingers two times to the rhythms of The Cramps. ♭ I cruise through the city and I roam the street Looking for something that is nice to eat ♭ His eyes won’t let go of her. As if he’s both captured by the sight of an irresistible prey and hypnotized by a force that has relentless power over him. She moves and he follows. He is a paradox. He is all want, possessiveness and even rage. Yet, he smiles. He dances. He dances with her . Sky eyes meeting the dark of hers; somewhat meeting the dark of his. There are times, she gets so close, he wonders if she knows.

Wednesday Addams. Lovely and awful Wednesday Addams.

The one that smells like cardamom and the musk of the forest at midnight. When he gets close and breathes deeply in; her raven braided hair has a whiff of a wild cherry tree’s bark and a hint of sebum. At the sounds of the electric and psychedelic guitar , she’s moving at times like a rag doll; other times with lascivious movements that awake a fire that he knows too well. Her sweat is beading below her elaborate updo and making its way between her shoulder blades. Salty. Irresistible. He licks his lips. He has done much more than that before. The girl wasn’t a stranger to excursions in the woods near Nevermore Academy. She would kill for a brother. He would kill for her; he had. Rowan Laslow. If he wasn’t lying to himself, he would even die for her. Either way, what bliss. She would appreciate the gesture if she knew. But there’s joy in a secret threatening to become undone. It’s his way to have power over her; as she has that unsettling power over him. After he had indulged with Rowan, he had seen her lying there on the ground, hard to differentiate from a lifeless corpse. Her scent had been jealously retained by the leaves and the earth beneath. Once swept away by her peers, he had come back. Rolled in her aroma. Covering himself with her; with a depraved glee that only a monster could be satisfied with. ♭ Yeah, the city is a jungle and I'm a beast I'm a teenage tiger looking for a feast ♭ For a moment, he loses sight of her. Then, coming from behind, there are a few light taps on his shoulder. Wednesday stands behind him. Only Wednesday can lurk around without the ravenous monster in him noticing. If anyone could describe the traits of his face, only a love sick one could apply. He doesn’t mind. On the contrary, he loves the chase. He welcomes the ache that comes with it. He loves how unapologetic she is while dancing; as unapologetic as he is when the Hyde comes to play between the entrails of his victims.

In a primal way, Tyler knows that the Addams girl must sense the edge to their relationship. She’s not just drawn to "The cute boy next door". Admittedly, there is that. However, when she rarely comes to Weathervanes, she takes the quad over ice from his warm hands, and for only a few seconds, there's darkness at her fingertips. At that precise moment arises a conundrum. Does the chill roaming her arms merely exists because she fancies him? Or is it due to instinct? Those days, he can see the goosebumps leaving a trail on her fair skin— a warning; a thrill. A terrible danger near the surface that only her reptilian brain can perceive. One that has meant death for countless children, teenagers, and adults alike. Yet, everyone knows that Wednesday is in love with Death.

And tonight, she is dancing with It. ♭ You better duck When I show up The goo goo muck ♭ She rolls her hips, rolls her shoulders, draped in black ethereal satin. The intensity of her stern stare sets him ablaze, and he swears he can feel the scorching of the flames. He sees red instead of black and white. He dreams of his palms meeting the delicate crook of her neck. He dreams of shared heated lips that could never quench his thirst, except perhaps when he’s drenched in warm carmine; metal taste on his tongue.

The music stops. Wednesday doesn’t move anymore; still staring. Close. He can hear her little heart pumping the adrenaline away. While the world around continues to dance, he stands still; like the reflection of a mirror. Opposites. She’s in black, he’s in white. She’s controlled and neat. He lashes out whenever he can.

He finds those oppositions intoxicating.

Then. Then he thinks his dream might just come true because the livid face of Wednesday turns into shades of red; translating his mind. He looks up in shock. Hemoglobin droplets raining on them like a Christmas present. Delectably covering her ink-black hair; staining the shoulder pad of his jacket; staining everything. And for the first time during this Rave’N ball; for the first time ever for that matter… He sees her smile . Covered in crimson. A lovely reminder of when he does the same in secrecy; only Wednesday does it out in the open. As she always does. And it might just be the beautifulest thing he’s ever witnessed.

His irises grow wide. As wide as his hunger.

Around them, it is mayhem. Guttural screams, panic, and trembling limbs attempting to run away. It feels like home. They aren’t moving. Between them, a quiet wonder. He observes Wednesday looking sideways with a luscious twist on her lips. Then, in perhaps the longest seconds of his life, his eyesight reduces to a pinpoint as his dilated pupils follow the elegant finger of the Addams girl, slowly entering the sacred circle of her mouth. A taste.

He might just lose his head. And he doesn’t mind. Nonetheless, she’s disappointed: "They couldn’t even spring for real pigs’ blood." Disappointed that she can’t taste the real thing. If only she knew. She turns away from him. A pit in his stomach. And an ache to see her wolfish smile again.

"It’s only paint." He can make it otherwise. He is breathless. And famished. He usually likes endings. The one he inflicts on others, that is. Still exposing her spine to him, he huffs and puffs from the yearning to bite whatever he can put his teeth on. Please, for the love of God, he thinks, let me sink into your flesh. Perhaps… Perhaps there is more than one way.

#tyler galpin #tyler x wednesday #tyler galpin x wednesday addams #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday x tyler

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hauntedvulcan · 7 months

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It's time to introduce my Star Trek OCs!!

A few years ago, me and a friend made a collaborative project where we made a concept of a fan made Star Trek show, including making several characters

I will be introducing the characters I mostly talk about. So without further ado...

Meet Evelyn. Evelyn is human. Evelyn is a Starfleet science officer with a focus in archaeology. She has a very friendly personality, and always tries to see the good in everyone. Her hobbies include singing, playing the guitar, and reading.

She was originally going to pursue a career in theater, but opted to join Starfleet instead. At first, she longed for approval from her family, but eventually found her place in starfleet, and finding a love for history and archeology. Meet Kara. Kara is a Vulcan, and the twin sister of Evelyn. She is a starfleet science officer, serving as the first officer of her ship. She was accepted into starfleet academy at the age of 16, and her career has been on an upward trajectory since.

Both girls were raised in San Francisco on the Vulcan embassy, near Starfleet headquarters.

The concept behind them being twins is essentially instead of having one half human half Vulcan character, we have separate characters one who's human and one who's Vulcan.

#star trek #Star Trek OCs #hauntedvulcan OCs #oc: evelyn #oc: kara

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lgcseojin · 2 months

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✱ TRACK 016

⸻ ETERNAL MUSIC ACADEMY / audition

God of Metal — he certainly liked the sound of that. It was not to be unexpected. Park Seojin is rather notorious for his affinity for rock and all that encompasses it. By now, half the company ( and now a sliver of the public ) has heard of Park Seojin being the lead singer of a metal band. He did nothing to conceal his proclivities for the genre either. In fact, he openly expressed and recommended plenty of songs of all flavors through any channels to anyone who would listen.

As the years go by, his tastes and behavior have mellowed out; however, this does not stop him from tapping into the person he used to be. He decides to make fun of himself within the confides of V&A's new show — and throws in a jab at some of the more obnoxious metalheads he's run into in his time in the underground scene.

Seojin enters the frame of the camera with a black Ibanez guitar hanging off his body. He is every bit of the emo punk little shit who fancied himself a go at metal he'd been back in the day. He lines his eyes with black ( without the help of makeup artists ), goes all out on the accessories, puts on his heaviest leather jacket, and leaves his grown out hair a bit more tousled. He would become that embodiment of grungy metal with a touch of punk.

"God of Metal?" He repeats, allowing his voice to drawl a bit. He leans heavily on his Gyeongsang dialect — more than usual. After all, he is still playing a version of himself. A smirk plays on on his lips when he repeats a typical line he's heard from the more pretentious metalheads. "Which kind of metal? There's, like, 50 different sub-genres. Heavy, death, metalcore, nu," he gives a blank stare to the camera and stands center frame, adding a flash of those metal horns with his fingers. "Well, whatever."

He plugs his guitar into the amp while he tunes it, placing his boot on top of it. His gaze shifts toward the camera. "Korea has always had metal, y'know? Ever heard of N.EX.T? Crash? Sinawe? Seo Taiji was even their bassist... before he got into k-pop and dabbled in nu-metal after..." As he speaks, he opens his guitar case and places a cheap-looking long-haired black wig.

Without further ado, he begins to play the short opening riff to Holy Diver, but skips right to the guitar solo that cuts near the middle of the song. And, of course, no epic guitar solo is incomplete without headbanging. With the fake wig on his head, he begins to do so during it, swirling the messy tresses until they fly off his head by the time he's done. It lands in an unceremonious pile at the feet of the camera tripod.

"You won't regret accepting me." Seojin continues on as if it didn't just happen, lifting both hands to do the metal horns and pointing them before strutting out.

#✱ ㅡ alone with my thoughts. ( solo )#lgc:vnamission #he's obnoxious but it's only just beginning

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misbehavedmonsters · 1 year

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Meet the Band!

Hey, we're Misbehaved Monsters, your new favorite synth-rock band from Paldea! Coming soon to a concert venue near you!

Haven Parrilla (Lead Vocals and Lead Guitar): Hey, I'm Haven! Nice ta meetcha! I have been playing music for as long as I can remember. I was born in Levincia, Paldea. I'm 25 years old and use he/him pronouns!

My team consists of Rogue the Ceruledge, Lady the Gardevoir, and Blueberry the Toxel.

Henry Dos Santos (Backing Vocals and Bass Guitar): Hi, I'm Henry. It's nice to meet you all. I am a Pokémon Ranger on a casual schedule in between my obligations to the band. I learned how to play while attending Uva-Naranja Academy in my hometown of Mesagoza, Paldea. I'm 24 and use he/him pronouns.

My team consists of Carnival the Meowscarada, Sin the Houndoom, and Rain the Dragonair.

Micah Aritza (Synthesizer): Hiya! I'm Micah, it's a pleasure to meet you~ You probably know me for my snowboarding prowess as I am a youth and adult international freeriding medalist. I taught myself how to mix music, but it didn't hurt being born in Montenevera, Paldea! I'm 27 and use he/they pronouns.

My team is Macabre the Gothorita and Frostbite the Sneasel.

Hi, this is the Floaroma Admin, Nova! I absolutely love my babies that I created alongside Beau (two of them are my original OCs from when I was a kid!), so I made them their own separate blog to interact with. My main focus is the Sanctuary still as I am far from sick of it, and I am loving the community I'm building with this!

I am an ADULT playing pretend at being an ADULT, and I don't mind NSFW from other ADULTS. Minors will be blocked on sight for it. It is illegal, and I will not participate in it.

Enjoy your stay, and Misbehave, Monsters!

#misbehaved monsters #misbehave haven #misbehave henry #misbehave micah #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #pkmn irl #pokeblog rp #pokeblog intro

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monterraverde · 2 years

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A tall, lanky ginger walks onto the stage, guitar slung across his body by the strap, a Skeledirge dutifully following him. For a spring ball the teenager is giving entirely the opposite, positively dark and moody in terms of outfit and appearance. If anything he looks ready to hit up a concert; wearing a distressed Uva Academy uniform, with personal alterations and a large pair of mangled black wings, that no doubt took hours to craft.

He steps up to the mic. Inhales, slow, silent. Exhales with the same measured control. If he’s nervous at all the boy doesn’t look it, eyes dropping to his own hands as he starts to play. The Skeledirge sways to the Melody beside him.

Isaiah’s voice booms through the mic, his singing strong and clear, as it commands attention.

Prison gates won’t open up for me, on these hands and knees I’m crawlin’ oh, I reach for you. Well I’m terrified of these four walls, these iron bars can’t hold my soul in

As if on cue Skeledirge uses Torch Song, harmonizing with its trainer. Flames dance across the stage, psychic energy painting them a purple-pink sort of colour. They spiral round the duo, as they sing on.

Heaven’s gates won’t open up for me, with these broken wings I’m fallin’ and all I see is you. These city walls ain’t got no love for me

There’s something almost somber about the performance, the guitar unaccompanied by anything other than Isaiah and Skeledirge’s singing. The fire suddenly bursts inward, back towards Isaiah and Skeledirge, as the song nears its bridge.

Neither pokemon nor trainer are concerned, the flames climbing over the ginger’s shoes, to his uniform. One hand floats up, high above his head as the song comes to its peak, flames climbing over the teens body as for a moment it all goes quiet. The uniform, the wings, it all burns away.

The punk ensemble gives way to a white suit. It’s only decoration with red, yellow and pink embellishments, that imitate the patterns on Skeledirge’s body. The hand held up in the air falls back to Earth, back to the strings of his guitar, as Isaiah and Skeledirge sing softly;

And all I need is you. Come please, I’m callin’ and, oh, I scream for you.

Hurry, I’m fallin’. I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’

Any remaining fire bursts into stars, as the psychic imprisonment they’re under is released. They pop almost like bubbles, glowing like the sparks of a campfire. It’s heavy, the weight of emotion behind the teenager’s voice, his whole heart laid bare in this brief moment.

Show me what it’s like, to be the last one standing - and teach me wrong from right, and I’ll show you what I can be. And say it for me, say it to me, and I’ll leave this life behind me, say it if it’s worth saving me.

Hurry, I’m fallin’… Say it if it’s worth saving me…

The strumming of the guitar fades to silence as the teen pulls himself away from the mic. Isaiah doesn’t so much as cast a look out towards the crowd, making his way off the stage with his pokemon following.

#submission #canidgrit #florgesball2023

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seancekitsch · 1 year

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About Me

I figured it would be good to update this bc i last posted about myself during lockdown

name: bonnie/bon

age: 28

relevant info: leo/gemini/gemini, ISTP, enneagram 8w7,

hobbies: cosplay, writing, knitting, archery, reading, vhs tape collecting, theater, dungeons and dragons, bass guitar

movies: scream series, moulin rouge, trainspotting, lost boys, near dark, evil dead, funny games (original austrian), druk, suspiria, heathers, jubilee, the graduate, videodrome, naked lunch, inglorious basterds, disco pigs

shows: venture bros, twin peaks, mr robot, the boys, game of thrones/house of the dragon, umbrella academy, peacemaker, the witcher, daria, the young ones, the mighty boosh, succession, star trek lower decks, outlander, peaky blinders, its always sunny in philadelphia

music: nick cave and the bad seeds, david bowie, iggy pop, tom waits, my chemical romance, father john misty, gorillaz, djo, tame impala, kylie minogue, carly rae jepsen, twin temple, the amazing devil, ls dunes, car seat headrest, blur, orville peck, bruce springsteen, WHY?, slowdive

interests: history, labor laws, craft beer and scotch, social novels, physical media, 60s/70s/80s fashion, DIY

other socials: tiktok, spotify

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danceacademy011 · 4 months

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respie01 · 2 years

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Big presentation

Hi!

I’m Rèspie (it’s my artist name) an 20 year old italian student form Italy, in fact I might have an hard time to post because the academy takes a lot of time but I’m sure i will find some time to post. When I’m not studying or going to school, i pass the time or drawing or watching video on youtube (the subjects may vary from what I watch), I also like history, games, stories and generally I’m an open and curious guy.

I identify myself as He/Him (I want to use Them but I’m not sure how it works) I’m Bisexual with a more sexual attraction towards mans, especially big mans. I also have autism and i knew it since childhood, thus I have a difficult time to socialize but I still like to talk a lot.

MY OCs!

Now this is the list of most of my OC, many of them i use it for one of my project that I will make when i fell read but there are some OC that are not part of a story or that are not important.

Also most of my oc are a particular kind of human that can change form, I will explain in the future. Rèspie

This is my main Sona, he’s a student studying animation at an art academy. As you can see he’s head is cloud because he usually daydream a lot and thus makes him very creative.

He moved to the nearest rent place that he could find and in the end find it at the city of Cover Hills, this rent was shared with another person which is my next OC...

Luvias

He’s the local scary guy, infamous for having a venomous look that scare many but deep in side... he’s kinda of a kind as****e, he’s very strict and serous guy but at the end he cares for others.

He’s very good with the guitar and with the computer but a weird thing about him is that he hates to tell about his past, many people even if you ask many time he doesn't want to talk about it.

Then there’s a third member of the household that has recently been added...

Akia

She is a robot from another place, or even a world, but unfortunately she doesn't remember how she was a part from a piece of her name. She seems traumatize about the cold and ice for some unknown reason.

She has a great skill with the sword that she had mastered in the past, she has a sense of justice and loyalty but now she has to learn all about this world.

Then there are other OC but since it’s taking a lot of time to explain I will go with short description. Neth

He’s a simple guy of the near city of Velida Falls part of the bigger city of New Lador, he’s the the third sibling of a India-American Father and Korean-American Mother. His biggest interest is computer technology and collecting many things.

Kyle

(I may redesign him in the future and also his story isn’t completed yet)

He's upbeat and free-spirited but sometimes he falls into danger due to his careless behavior, usually involving his skateboard.

Marxia (left) and Camillo (right)

(again, I haven’t written any story for them so I going use simple description)

Marxia is a strong karate trainer and a bit of a goth.

Camillo works at an local book shop, and although doesn't read many books he is a intuitive and clever guy.

That’s it, now that I’ve introduces myself you can ask me question about me and my characters.

Bie!

#introduction #artists on tumblr #OC #Story #hello everyone

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pwblogarchive · 2 months

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January 2004

January 9, 2004

“young hearts be free tonight”

the only thing that makes this worth it is doing things for my friends and family. Everytime they get to meet someone that they idolize or I can buy them or hook them up with something they wanted. Everytime they can brag to their friends about it or hook their band up or name drop them to whoever... It brings a smile to my face. I only do this for you.

the new academy songs are amazing. it's snowing out but it looks fake just like in the movies (it's got me looking for the cameras).

I got a kiss on the corner of my mouth for you wendybird.

love peterpan

January 11, 2004

“hello, i hope you're doing well. i'm fine, thanks.”

5 am. a good time to still not be asleep, wouldn't you agree? i did some prime hanging out today. it was prime i tell you. i picked up a few cds today. i reccomend the new phantom planet. it's divine. if you live in chicago i also reccomend eating at calliope cafe. it's a sandwich joint on diversy i believe. very good. i'm excited to play a show. i'm excited to visit friends. i should get to bed. peaced out.

January 12, 2004

“and now I'm feeling quite ghoulish”

So the show in chicago. Thanks for making me feel okay (see also: thanks for the tshirt and baby panda). The show was amazing. I know everyone might not have been into all the bands that played but I appreciate that everyone was cool and gave them a chance. I wrecked my back yesterday so sorry if it seemed like I was off. Thank you for making me feel okay (see also: vicoden and muscle relaxer). It was good to see old friends, I have missed you. Some kid emailed me to tell how lame we were for saying "I say whatever cause it makes me feel cool". Take a class on sarcasm. If you know me you know how uncool I am. I stutter, wear bad clothes, make bad jokes, make conversation uncomfortable, the list goes on. Thank you for making me feel okay (see also: nightmare of you).

Go listen to: www.nightmareofyou.com

It will make all this feel worthwhile.

I only hang upsidedown because I wish I was a bat. I only think about you all the time cause you're my fix.

Peter lewis kingston wentz

January 14, 2004

“we're chemists and we've found the perfect formula to make your heart swell and burst”

went to bed at 4 am. woke up at 530. on the road by 6. met up with hey chris at 630. loaded into q101 at 7. the show was fun. i got free donuts and to pet a monkey and an alligator. now i am gonna sleep and then drive to new york.

i dont get to get online as much anymore so sorry i am slow about answering emails, but thanks for caring enough to write one. go and listen to music and think about someone who makes you feel dizzy.

peter

oh yeah if you wanna hear what i thought about music this year go here: www.trustkill.com/home - top ten list

January 14, 2004

“also”

if you want to find out what I thought about music this year, look no further than here:

i liked it sometimes. other times, not so much. but what can i say, im a real sucker for anything brass and jazzy. brazzy. i reccomend novena. they're hott!

January 18, 2004

“my head was spinning. the car was spinning.”

i could only think of you.

we are sneaking into detroit tommorrow morning early and filming our video...

peter rabbit

January 20, 2004

“the tides out, the ships have run aground. we're drowning the traitors in shallow water.”

for your eyes only: snowflakes, breath in the air, stalker, the woods in michigan, gorgeous girl - where is your boy tonight coming to a screen near you very soon.

if our hearts are handgrenades

than

every

word

you

say

pulls the pin.

January 21, 2004

“moly holy”

i just tracked two songs worth of guitar for new demos. wow, im finally excited about them cause they kinda make sense now and don't sound like heaps of noise anymore. it also helps that since our last record to now i learned how to play guitar a little better.

i hate insurance compaines.

January 23, 2004

“i only write this for the loveless.”

hand over my heart, gun to my head i swear to fucking god i'm through with you and this town (i'm the worst liar). ill be at your stairs late at night to kiss you on the mouth and keep all those secrets from coming out. i want to watch you undress through key holes. i want to stop myself from only thinking of you. get me to a hospital. get me to a church. i want to be bandaged and blessed. i want to see the country from a hearse.

fuck it if you ever read this thing, this isn't about you.

none of this is for you.

oh yeah just for an update besides all the complaing: we are in the studio and it is going really well. we have fallen in love with the new songs. p to the e to the ter

January 24, 2004

“youarethesongstuckinmyhead.”

yesterday i had it bad for you. today we are recording new songs and i am in love with them instead.

oh yeah, you wanna know something about FOB, sex, or the world: ask hey chris

January 28, 2004

“autographs and apologies.”

we leave on tour today. i don't want to talk about that too much. i just wanted to say to all my friends both really old and ones that i have just met, that i am sorry that i have been such a shitty friend lately. my time is totally consumed and i have not been returning calls or emails or whatever. this is my apology. so thank you for being there, i know i don't deserve it often- when this is all over i hope we still know eachother.

peterabbit

January 28, 2004

“so this is sorry.”

peterabbit

January 31, 2004

“you got me and it's not just the sun and palm trees”

First show back. Lots of driving. No snow. The show was amazing. Thanks to all the kids for making us feel at home and a lot better after the wreck. peterpan

"They say if you love something than you should set it free. And I love myself so I'm getting rid of me..."

#fall out boy #pete wentz #livejournal #pete wentz livejournal

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