#idk that /every/ song on there works but am i gonna go through over a days worth of music with the intent of fixing it? no lol

[trashcreatyre]

Heya, I think you mentioned character playlists on a couple posts, would ya be willing to share some of thoseee ?

(Fellow mephiles fan here, Hiiiiiii)

Oh toootally. I used to have a post that had most of them linked but I haven't updated it in a while soooo..... let me make it this one instead >:)

Mephiles

Elise

Silver

Sonic

Shadow

Rouge

Metal

Amy

Infinite

And then I do have a bunch of other sonic playlists, like mostly aus and ships sooo I'm gonna add em because I like sharing :3

Post 06

Knights

Ghost

Bugs/ mephillmina or whatever they're called, haven't decided (more au than ship but they've got some songs in there)

Mephinite

Mephiblis

Merlise

My ocs lol

Literally just an 06 playlist :3

[yok00k]

coming down

pairing: non-idoloc! x idol!jk

genre: angst

“i always want you when i’m coming down”

sypnosis: although you sleep next to jungkook every single night, it feels like you’re million miles away from him.

wordcount: around 1,000

warning: in 1st pov, it’s a little sad (for me), open ended ending, one sided love, allusion of cheating, oc’s world revolves around jk (don’t be like her)(lowkey im her), toxic relationship, lack of communication

author’s note: this did not go as I initially planned help-_- i was gonna make light jealousy oc/jk drabble idk how I ended up with this. i hope yall sob w/ me or lmk ur thoughts

an absolute ideal.

his performance. the concept. the way he sang his new released songs flawlessly. how smooth his dancing movements were. how the stage composition and development were so sumptuous.

and most importantly, how romantic the live performance was, given the fact that there was an actress involved in the show.

calling Jungkook an amazing artist would be an understatement. He’s creative, unique, and original in his masterpieces. Everything he does, no matter what, is just mesmerizing and astounding. He’s indeed a true performer.

Jungkook dedicated several months to work on his solo album. The time and effort he had put to his work is just admirable. On most days, he stays up late, trying to come up with so many possible ideas and options he can add on his album.

and I was there by his side. I chose to be.

I was there, waiting for him to come home every single night, or usually midnight, in our noiseless living room, wrapped with a thick blanket and loneliness. He would arrive home, but as night by night goes, I was accompanied by nothing but solitude. it feels like it’s taking over me.

I was there, in bad days where Jungkook is focusing on the negatives and having doubts in himself. Days where his standards for himself weren’t being met. both of my shoulders were closely next to him if he needed something to lean into. Reminding him that it’s okay and he’s doing wonderful.

I was there, even in times when he didn't want or need me to be there. times where he just wanted to be by his own with no distraction. but here I am, continuously showing him my undying love and support for him.

I chose to stay there. on nights where he stopped saying “i love you” back before going to dreamland. I hugged him closer as I convinced myself to believe that he just didn’t feel like saying those three words at those moment because of all the stress he undergoes through day to day.

I gave all of myself, I’ve done my part as his other half. Just like how Jungkook produces his works, I poured all my love and time to him, leaving not a thing for myself. It sounds foolish, but that’s just how I love

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we’re both lying on the massive bed, only inches apart from one another’s body yet it feels like he’s millions of miles away from me as I stare at his cold, broad back that’s facing me.

I’ve got to used to this upsetting scenario at this point but that doesn’t mean it hurt less.

The whole bedroom feels chilly. I’m freezing, solely due to the fact that his warm arms weren’t wrapped around me like they used to be. as i’m not hearing his snores, I know that he’s still awake

“Do you still love me?” I manage to ask out loud and clear, immediately regretting the words that came out of my mouth even though it’s simply an inquiry.

a question that’s been going around my head for quite some time now. a question that i’m afraid to know the answer to because his response might be the response my heart doesn’t wish to hear or else it will shatter into millions of pieces.

my hope for an answer rapidly decreased as seconds went by filled with silence. The absence of noise that surrounded me was deafening; abundantly mocked the emotions I was feeling at the moment, screaming at me that my feelings didn't matter.

It's alright.

I did nothing but wipe the single tear that uncontrollably rolled down my cheek.

it’s stupid. I should’ve just kept it to myself. maybe that would be less embarrassing. less problematic. less painful than I was feeling minutes ago.

I turned my back against his as I accepted my defeat. maybe I’m just tired. maybe drifting to sleep will make me feel okay although I know deep inside that I won’t take the pain away. this is not some type of feeling i’m unfamiliar with to begin with.

I shut my eyes, as I try to put myself to sleep. but in that process, i felt his body moving, turning around, and finally snakes his warm arms around me. a pair of arms, the same ones I longed for so many nights.

“____, why would you ask that?” he giggly asked, sounding like he just heard a silly question. as if i was just being clingy and wanted some piece of his attention.

‘because i don’t feel like you love me anymore’

the man waited for a response, waiting to see if I was just fooling around or that was really genuine. the noiselessness, just like all times, answers the question we both interrogate to each other.

the heavy feelings just got worse, if not heavier. even so when he talks more. “i won’t be laying next to you if i wasn’t.” as if that makes me feel better.

indeed, he’s physically here by my side yet distant. Jungkook is so far off that I’ve lost him. numbness was all I felt as I heard his words. I couldn’t be more content now that I have my answers.

his indirect answer to a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question is enough for me to know where we stand.

I can’t help but to turn my body to face him, just to stare at his doe eyes that I easily get lost in due to the fact that they hold thousands of stars, if not a whole world in them.

regretfully, my eyes should’ve just maintained contact with doe-like eyelids. but rather, they drop their focus on the side of his neck, detecting a foreign lipstick shade that he might have forgotten to wipe off. a shade that will be tattooed in my brain and will forever hate.

Inhale. Exhale. I chose to shrug it off, bringing my attention back to his worn out face.

“I love you” truthfully and whole-heartedly confessed to him once more just like I always do. although this was a little bit different because I don’t expect him to say it back anymore.

and with that in mind, this was also the last night that I will to express my love for him.

[ethan-acfan]

More desmond headcanons bc my blorb is scurrying around my head and won't leave.

Desmond develops chronic migraines from the animus like the really bad kind. The ones where you pass out and wake up in Pain™️

Desmond is weirdly good at singing, but he never tells anyone, and most of the time, when he sings around others, he does it ironically, so one day he is just humming a song and everyone is like "WTF YOU CAN SING?"

Des starts picking up odd habits from his ancestors, such as refusing to step into a room with his left foot (edward) or running his tongue along his scar.

He 100% blames himself for not getting clay out of the animus

Is creepily flexible, like to a concerning degree.

He strikes me as a language nerd he def has duolingo, and even before the animus, he knew like 15 different languages

He climbs walls (yes, I was a wall climber as a kid, yes I am projecting rn)

ADHD DESMOND

He once got a 70 year old bottle of whiskey from a "friend" from the bar, and he absolutely shows it off every chance he gets.

He has connections to gangs and has gone on bike rides with them.

He can't do basic math to save his life if someone puts a multiplication problem in front of him, he short circuits.

He starts getting really bad nose bleeds from the animus, scares the crap out of everyone.

Definitely knows how to flirt like FLIRT can turn the straightest of men gay for a night if need be. It just gets worse after going through ezios' memories.

Has a list of really weird talents but can't do basic tasks like, yeah, you can dislocate your shoulder and pop it back into place, but can you cook eggs without burning them🤨

Terrible at cooking (95% sure his food is banned under the Geneva Conventions)

Can't walk in a straight line he is the friend who bumps into 1000 times a minute while walking down the side walk.

He is weirdly silent, like even before the animus thing, he is always weirdly quiet like silent footsteps can't hear his breathing etc. He dosent mean to it just happens

The only training that really stuck from the farm was the stealth training it was also his favorite subject to work on he probably hated hand to hand combat.

He has never filed taxes a day in his life, but the IRS could never track him down. He honestly doesn't even know he supposed to be paying them. The IRS has a meltdown over this.

Ok, I think this was enough to satisfy the itch in my brain. I'm gonna go to bed, know I might post a one-shot about the IRS one tomorrow. Idk

[thegalaxysedge22]

After Ever (Chapter 1)

masterlist

pair: sylus x MC (named, sorry)

tags: grief, descriptions and depictions of death, swearing, also spoilers for the game lol

word count: 2.5k

summary (full fic): after her grandmother's tragic death, kore promises to avenger her and find out the truth of the aether core inside of her heart. along the way she learns of the mysterious onychinus and their feared leader sylus, a man she hates with every fiber of her being. but something isn't adding up with it all, together kore and sylus uncover secrets of the past and their views of each other are challenged

song rec: marjorie by taylor swift (just to give you an idea of what you're gonna get)

a/n: idk about the title also bc this is a long form thing and only chapter 1 we don't meet sylus yet. also just so we're all clear this is going to be cannon adjacent, with some things being pulled directly from the game i am still going through the chapters but a hyperfixation's gotta hyperfixate.

Caleb and Grandma are gone. They’re dead.

I’ll never get to hear Grandma’s laugh or have Caleb’s food ever again - they’re just gone.

Kore still can’t believe it. Sitting at her desk at the Hunter’s Association unsure how to process it all. The official report of their deaths stared back at her from the screen. A metaflux explosion, one of the many to happen recently. Kore couldn’t take how the report portrayed both her Grandma and Caleb as another statistic, an inevitable tragedy caused by energy fluctuations. Whether it was delusion or a hunch, she could tell something wasn’t right about it, she had no way to prove it but in her heart- Kore just knew that this couldn’t be the whole story. 

The news playing segment playing in the background was rattling on about the series of metaflux explosions and the anchor's voice grating on her last nerves. Anger was brewing inside of her, Kore’s heart was breaking all over again, how could they use Caleb and her Grandmother’s deaths in this way. They didn’t even talk about the way Grandma could light up a room or the crinkles around her eyes when she laughed, or how Caleb loved cooking and would cook for others at every chance he got.

She couldn’t keep listening to this, Kore starts to reach for the remote when a hand swoops down and shuts off the TV. Tara’s concerned face looks back at her.

“What are you doing here Kore,” her work best friend asks, “I thought you were out on a mission again, or maybe you went home.”

“Yeah, I'm gonna clock out soon, I just finished reading these reports. I have to turn them in first,” Kore says and returns her focus onto her computer.

“You’re working so hard. Handling all these missions and investigating the Metaflux incidents.”

“...I refuse to believe what happened to me was just an accident,” Kore says confidently. Although she doesn’t have any definitive proof as of right now, she is confident that something about it all doesn’t quite add up.

Tara vocalizes her concern over her friend’s wellbeing, offering to take her out for food, because it was clear she hasn’t been eating. But before a response could come for Kore, their captain, Jenna, walks in.

“Captain,” Tara says, her schoolgirl crush on the captain would normally make Kore smile, but she just doesn’t have that in her right now. “I’ll send you the reports soon!” Tara finishes enthusiastically.

“Thank you,” Jenna says before looking between the two of them, “I just got one about a protocore analysis. Who sent it?”

“Oh, yes. Sorry about that,” Kore tries to sound normal but her words come out in a monotonous voice. “That was me,” she says, trying to stand up, but nearly topples over when her blood pressure drops and her vision gets blurry. Tara is trying to convince her that she needs to go home and rest when Kore’s phone starts ringing, saving her from the rest of her friend’s lecture.

It had turned out that the call was a reminder about her doctor’s appointment with Zayne, and that is how she had ended up at the Akso Hospital waiting for an emergency surgery to finish so she could talk to him. Is he always this busy? I mean he has always been a bit of an overachiever I suppose, Kore thought to herself as she stared off into the waiting room.

She was so lost in her thought that she didn’t even notice Zayne had approached her, not until he waved his hand in front of her face and snapped her out of her trance.

“Sorry about that,” Kore said sheepishly, “I guess I sort of dazed off while waiting for you.”

“Well I’m here now. Should we go over your results,” Zayne said, making a gesture towards his office. Kore nodded and walked in sitting down at his desk, and he was not far behind.

Zayne, ever the professional, proceeded to go over the report with her. He said basically the same things she had heard throughout her entire life, that the Protocore fragment in her heart is dangerous and she needs to be mindful of it. He spared her the scolding about her intense life choices as a Hunter, having learned long ago that will not deter Kore. In his rambling, Zayne had managed to say something that really captured her attention.

“You are unlike any patient with your type of Protocore Syndrome that I have ever seen, all the evidence says that you should not be as healthy as you are, in fact you likely shouldn’t even be alive. It’s a miracle you are quite frankly, and that you are as in good of shape as you are. A true scientific anomaly,” Zayne said, seemingly more engaged in the conversation than he was going over the reports.

“Well Grandma always told me I was special,” Kore said with a lighthearted chuckle. 

Zayne looked at her, eyes softened and full of concern, “I had been meaning to check in on you, I’ve just been so busy at the hospital recently. So, how are you, Kore?”

“I’m doing about as well as you can expect I suppose,” she responded trying to put a smile on her face, “But it has been really hard.” Kore’s gaze turned down to her hands which were fiddling in her lap.

“I can imagine, and I hope you know that I am here for you, Kore,” Zayne said, catching her gaze, eyes full of empathy. “Now I am reminded that you Grandma gave me something she had wanted to give to you,” he said before pulling out a locked box.

“Do you know what it is?” she questioned, taking the box in her hands and looking it over.

“I do not. Your Grandma gave me explicit instructions to hold onto it and give it to you should anything happen to her,” he said, folding his hands on his desk. Before Kore could form a response a Protofeild appeared in Zanye’s office and a wanderer emerged.

“The hospital’s flux stabilizer must be down, I gotta alert the association. Stay back Zayne.” Kore says, attempting to alert the Hunter’s Association of the threat

“You are in no position to be fighting like this, Kore,” Zayne said while she fidgeted with her watch.  Rolling up his sleeves, Zayne continued, “Your heart is exceptionally vulnerable and it would be neglectful of me as your doctor to let you partake in this alone. We will defeat this Wanderer together.”

Luckily, the fight went fast, Zayne was really effective with his Evol fighting the Wanderers, it almost made Kore question why he even bothered to go into the medical field in the first place.

“Here, let me walk you out, Kore,” Zayne said once the fight was finished.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that, I know where the door is,” Kore said awkwardly, hoping not to take time out of the doctor’s schedule.

“Please, I insist. I am due for a break anyways,” he said, opening the door wide hand gesturing for her to go first. At that point Kore knew nothing was going to change his mind, so he shrugged and walked out of the office.

“Yvonne, did anything happen to the hospital’s flux stabilizer just now?” Zayne asked his receptionist on their way out.

“No,” Yvonne responded confused with a furrowed brow, “Why do you ask, did something happen?”

“Oh no, nothing happened, I thought I heard the alarm go off,” Zayne responded, the lie rolling fluidly off his tongue, which confused Kore as he had always been an honest man. “Anyways, I am off to lunch, do you need anything while I am gone?”

“Oh, no thanks, I just ate,” Yvonne responded. 

Zanye nodded towards her before focusing his attention back on Kore while motioning ahead he asked her, “Shall we go?”

Kore gave him a weak nod, a questioning look on her face as the two fell in step. “What was that about? Shouldn’t we alert someone about what just happened?”

“It seems like it was an anomaly, and there is no need to cause a panic in the hospital over a one off thing,” Zayne said, in his usual scholarly tone, “What is important now, is where would you like to go to eat?”

At night, when Kore returned to her apartment, her mind was in a fog. Grief had been consuming her since the accident, its tendrils had dug deep inside her mind, trapping her there. Everything had been so confusing since the accident that her brain hurt.

Dropping her bag off at the door she took off her shoes before plopping herself on the couch. That’s where she saw it. On the coffee table lay Caleb’s necklace. She reached out and grasped it, clutching it tightly to her chest as if it was the only thing tying her to him, and to some extent it was.

The ghosts of memories that were haunting her had returned yet again. She started playing back the time when she had gifted it to Caleb. He had been leaving for school to become a pilot and had promised that he would keep it on him at all times, but the only reason why she had the necklace left in the first place was because he had dropped it. Tears started spilling from her eyes at a steady pace.

It was the only thing she had left of him, no, it was the only thing she had left of them. Of course their bodies weren’t recoverable, the fire had burned so bright that they were no longer distinguishable from the rubble in the mountain of ash that once had been her home. One of the first responders even marveled at the rarity of it all, as a fire has to burn almost unnaturally hot for even bones to turn to cinder. They also remarked on how unevenly the fire had burned, with some parts of her Grandmother’s house having been completely turned to ash and others were still recognizable even in their charred state.

She was inconsolable now, sobs wracked through her small body like an earthquake trembles the earth. She clutched the pendant so tight her knuckles turned white. For how long she stayed in that state, she would never know.

Eventually, something inside of her snapped. Something about the whole thing was wrong, there had to be something that she was missing. Pulling out her laptop she started to search for all that she could find on the recent metaflux explosions. The explosion that killed her family had been the 32nd recent metaflux, up until Grandma and Caleb, there had been no casualties, not even minor injuries. The other explosions were also less catastrophic to the buildings, of course they were badly damaged but they weren’t destroyed like her grandmother’s house was. 

That shouldn’t be right, Kore thought to herself, what was so different about this one, why isn’t it like the other metaflux explosions? With that she started diving into all she could find relating to how metaflux worked. Thankfully, Ever, a multinational group that has been studying metaflux for years (along with a myriad of other things), was an incredible resource as to how metaflux functioned.

The very first signs of daylight started to emerge from the windows of her apartment as she was scouring a scholarly research paper commissioned by Ever. She was struggling to understand exactly what it was saying and growing increasingly more frustrated at the complex scientific jargon.

At her wit’s end she scrolled down to the end of the paper hoping to find something more clear there, luckily she found something even better. Down at the end of the page was the head researcher’s contact information, a Dr. J. Higgins. A surge of relief rushed through her and she quickly started to compose an email to him. Before she could type anything out the computer screen went black. A primal sound of rage erupted through Kore;s throat. 

This can’t be happening, she screamed in her mind. Where the absolute FUCK is my charger, she thought to herself while she practically tore her place apart like a madman. She turned back to the couch about to reside herself to defeat in a wave of frustration, when she spotted the darkened silhouette of her backpack. How could I miss that, I had my laptop with me at work today, idiot, she scolded herself.

She practically stormed to her bag and when she opened it she saw the box that Zanye had given her earlier, the one from her Grandma. It was like time slowed down, Kore pulled it out of the bag like it was the most delicate thing in the world, completely forgetting the charger.

Her footsteps padded over to her small dining table and she sat down. Carefully she placed the box on the table in front of her wondering what could possibly be inside it. Why on earth would Grandma give it to Zayne of all people, no offense Zayne, she thought to herself as her fingers traced the outline of the box. Fear, anxiety, anticipation, and more coursed through Kore as she sat staring at the box unsure what to do about it.

Finally, curiosity got the better of her and she opened the box. Inside were multiple files of papers, one even being marked as classified. She took a beat to look at the sheer amount of documents then opened the first file and started reading.

The more she read the more she slipped into a state of denial. She was the result of an experiment and an aether core had been placed in her heart. What the fuck is an aether core, she thought to herself, she pulled out her phone to look it up. Nothing came up, other than whispers of it being an Ever project on forums that were now ancient, which she easily disregarded. But the worst thing they said was that her grandma had been involved in it somehow, her name being scattered throughout the papers. Not wanting to believe what the documents had said, Kore threw the papers back into the case and slammed the lid. 

By now the sun is up and people are starting to go about their day. Kore did the same and followed her typical morning routine, but she brewed an extra large pot of coffee to compensate for her all-nighter. Somehow she remained in a trance-like state but her thoughts were racing. 

After a large cup of coffee with breakfast, Kore went to change into a new uniform, not wanting people to get the wrong idea if she showed up in a zombie-like state in yesterday’s clothes.

Before she left, she poured herself a thermos with the rest of the coffee to bring to work. She went to the coffee table and grabbed her laptop before reluctantly leaving the security of her apartment.

Next >

[bigbadjelly]

Gone Baby, Don’t Be Long

E42!Miles x reader

2.9k wrds

COLLEGE AU 💜You meet Miles during the summer break between freshman and sophomore year of college, and during the year you start developing feelings for him.

warnings: language, suggestive, drinking, oblivious reader

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He met you in a club, dancing like you were looking for somebody. Miles couldn’t help but give in once you made eye contact.

Dancing with you made him feel intoxicated, your smile made him borderline dizzy. Once the song ended he walked you to the bar.

“You’re beautiful,” was the first thing he said to you.

“Thanks. You too.”

You internally slapped yourself. He laughed, covering his smile. Shit. This guy was Micheal B Jordan level handsome. The purple bar lighting made his dark skin glow. It accentuated his muscles peaking from his jacket.

You sipped on your drink, feeling the substance warm your chest.

“Whatchu doin after this?”

You.

“Nothin ma, you tryna come over?”

A smile was your answer. You swayed next to him while waiting for the uber. You definitely drank more than you thought.

Miles took notice, holding your hand and bringing your back to his chest. He leaned down to whisper in your ear:

��Lean on me, mami”

You fell asleep on his shoulder on the drive to his place. He picked you up and carried you inside, laying you on his bed before sleeping on the couch.

You woke up in his bed to him making breakfast. He was playing a record: New Amerykah Part Two by Erykah Badu. It was a special edition with a purple record.

Immediately you geeked out, singing along in your smudged makeup and wrinkled dress, in the apartment of a man you’d known for less than 18 hours, chatting about the greatest neo-soul artist of all time.

“You like plantains, ma?”

“Obviamente.”

It was a fast friendship.

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“Friendship.”

It’s been months. Miles has either lost his game, or you are severely ignorant. How could he be friends with a beautiful girl that listened to the same music as him?

When he found out you both attended the same university, he invited you to a study date. Clearly he didn’t emphasize the ‘date’ part enough.

Here you were, on his couch in your pajama pants and one of Mile’s shirts, looking beautiful; talking about a cute guy you saw at the Taco Bell drive through.

You looked up from your laptop to see his deadpan expression.

“What’s the stank face for?”

“I dunno, (Y/N). What you talkin’ about other guys for?”

“Who else am I gonna tell?”

He kissed his teeth and looked back down at his work. You were used to it. Miles was a touch and go kind of guy, you could never really tell how he’d react.

Sometimes you would think you barely knew him. He was sweet around you, but most other people seemed to steer away. He was rarely without a bruise or two or a scratch. You wondered where he got them.

You still liked him. Every time you hung out with him you cursed yourself for not making a move the first night he brought you over. But since he never pulled anything like that, you figured your attraction was unrequited.

(You were wrong, by the way)

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You and Miles shared a Sociology class, and after a tough final exam you really wanted to surprise him with something nice.

You tried to think of foods he liked, but it was difficult. Anytime you hung out together he always insisted on getting whatever you wanted.

Close to giving up, you texted his old high school roommate you remembered meeting at a party Miles brought you to a while back.

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YOU: GANKE!! THIS IS URGENT!!

YOU: what is miles favorite food 🙏🏼

GANKE: who is tjis

YOU: 😒

YOU: y/n

GANKE: oh shit!

GANKE: miles gf

GANKE: idk probably tostones

YOU: awesome thanks

YOU: also we’re not dating

GANKE: …

GANKE: sure

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Tostones were easy enough. After getting ingredients and frying them, you put them in a lunchbox with some guacamole.

As an afterthought you grabbed some Coronas and some limes and left your dorm to catch the bus to Mile’s apartment.

On the way over you were deep in thought. You met Miles last summer, and you had been friends for close to a year.

You were always sleeping at his place, studying with him, eating with him, partying with him. You knew his family. He knew yours.

He wasn’t your best-friend. Because what you felt definitely wasn’t friendly. It was hungry. You ached for him. You wore his clothes for gods sake.

Shoving the baggage out of your mind, the bus came to a stop a block away from his building.

You knocked once.

Twice.

Three times?

Okay. So maybe he went somewhere else after taking the test. But he did say he was going home…

In your mind you weigh using the key he gave to to unlock his front door and let yourself in vs. being a normal person and giving up.

A soft thud from inside shifts your decision to the latter. You enter the apartment quietly, setting your bags and shoes on the floor before entering the living room.

It was an eery type of quiet. You heard wind flowing through an open window in another room down the hallway. A low groan, and another soft thump.

“Miles?”

The shuffling coming from the other room came to a dead stop. You made your way down to Mile’s room, turning and—

“¡Díos mío!”

You ran to a slumped Miles, covered in shallow cuts that were bleeding profusely. You touched a hand to his face, and he inhaled sharply, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips.

“Hola mami,”

“Are you fucking serious Morales? ¿Qué pasó?”

“Eso no es mi culpa,”

He let out a laugh that turned into a shallow cough. Your throat tightened, and you felt your eyes turn shiny.

Okay. Focus. First Aid.

“Miles. Where do you keep your first aid kit?”

“De…Debajo de la cama,” He strained.

You opened it to find most of the supplies depleted. With paper towels and clean water from the kitchen you dabbed at his face, frowning at his pained expression.

Being this close to his face should have had you rejoicing. You ran your hands along every curve of his head, your thumb swiping his bruised lip.

There was a larger cut near his scalp you were being especially careful of. Embarrassed, but determined, you stood on your knees with his legs tucked between yours, and his head leaned towards your chest as you cleaned and applied ointment to his scalp. A few butterfly bandaids finished the job.

“Done.”

He suddenly lifted his face to meet yours, and you fell back, your butt landing on his thighs as his hands reached up to catch your hips. He was impossibly close, maybe three centimeters was between your noses. You could see his speckled brown irises, a million shades of beautiful. You were breathing heavy. He moved closer, his eyelashes brushing yours as he looked down at your lips and

“I—um. I brought you tostones. and beer,”

The trance broke. His eyes met yours and he broke out in a grin that had you blushing all the way to your toes. You scrambled off of him and apologized for if you hurt him.

“Don’t flatter yourself, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried,”

Miles used the window to pull himself up, straining as he did so. you wrapped an arm around his waist and led him to the living room. After he was sat on the couch, you went to get the (now cold) tostones.

As you handed him a beer your hands brushed and he gave you the same look as earlier when you were on top of him.

Shit— was he going to kiss you then? Did you ruin it? You drank half your beer quickly, drowning the thought.

“Aye, you good ma?”

Misreading, Miles kicked himself for letting you find him like this. He thought you were drinking over his injuries.

Grabbing your empty hand, he held it, and looked at you all serious.

“Baby I want you to know that I trust you. And I know you aren’t some moral saint but I gotta let you know something about me that isn’t lawful,”

He was tipsy. You were tipsy. Miles felt his truth flowing from him to you, intoxicating him further. It was just like that first night. He had wanted to kiss you so bad, to do more than that. But you were drunk. Shit, he was drunk too.

He closed his eyes, breathing. Feeling your hand in his, small and un-calloused against his rough skin.

“Y/n. I’m the Prowler,”

Opening his eyes to see your reaction, he was caught off guard by your wide grin.

“…Yknow I could be emo and shit, Morales, and tell you that our relationship is over because you’re some type of vigilante,”

Your words slurred, your eyelids low. You said relationship instead of friendship on purpose. Feeling him hanging off of your words, you kept it slow.

“But…”

You bring both hands to his cut up, bandaged, and tipsy face.

“I know you’re a good person. People gotta do shit they don’t wanna do. I know you worry about your mama and how she’s living—“

You sigh.

“Miles I grew up in Brooklyn. I know how it is. My family survived by doing some illegal shit. I’m not gonna lie and say I love what you’re doing but please don’t d—“

You don’t know when you started crying. Miles wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a hug. With your face in his neck and hand twisted in his shirt you cry. Embarrassing and ugly, heaves wracking your chest.

“Please don’t die on me, Miles,”

You feel his body shaking, and pull back thinking he’s laughing at you. He’s not. Miles G Morales is crying.

“Oh jevo—“

You don’t think about how easily the name slips from your lips. You pull him into you. His cheek on your chest as he shakes and holds onto you like a life raft.

He falls asleep like that. You, with your back against the cushions, him slotted between your legs with his head on your chest.

Mile’s weight and even breathing puts your to sleep, your fingers caressing the curls at the nape of his neck.

➽──────────────❥

“Hey, Y/n, I love…” Too much.

“What’s up Y/n, are you free later?” Nah, that shit didn’t work last time…

“Do you want to go on a real date sometime Y/n?” Fuck.

Miles drags his hand down his face with a groan. You really have him whipped, cause he’s been standing in front of the mirror for half an hour talking to himself.

A week ago when he’d told you he was the prowler he thought that was progress towards a more… romantic type of relationship.

Almost like he was giving you the amount of trust he needed for this to really work out. Jesus, he needed to man up.

Why is killing people so much easier than asking out the girl you like?

It was almost concerning how easily you accepted him. You were too good for him. You were everything good.

The way you smelled, the way you walked, the way you got along with his mom, the way you always—

*knock knock*

Showed up at the right time.

Miles walked over to the window next to the fire escape and unlocked it. As soon as it was open, you launched yourself at him.

“Hey—hey ma chill!” He exclaimed as he stumbled backwards, arms wrapping around you.

You stared up at him, chin on his chest. After getting off work, you decided to head right over to Mile’s and spill all your feelings.

Your favorite coworker had recently asked out her now boyfriend, and it inspired you to be bold. But…

Now that you were here and wrapped around him, it felt less easy.

“What’s on your mind N/n?” Miles asked, guiding you to sit next to him on his bed.

“Um… I just got off work and wanted to��� I dunno. See you, I guess. Sorry. I sound dumb and I definitely smell like frying oil.”

He grinned at you, tucking a stray curl behind your ear.

“How about you shower, mami? You got clothes here. I don’t gotta see Unc until 9.”

You nodded, getting up and turning to hide your dumb smile. Why was he so romantic and handsome? Someone needed to detain you before you jumped his ass.

You walked into the living room in a towel. Miles laid back on the couch watching soccer.

“Hey, Morales, can you tell me where the—“

He turned to look at you, his eyes widening before slapping his hands over his eyes

“Aye mami where yo clothes at!” He shouted turning away from you.

“You never seen a girl naked before Morales?” You quipped.

Usually he would have a response but he seemed almost shy. Weird.

“I put your clothes in the dryer. It’s your nike shorts and that Aaliyah shirt you stole from Ma”

“Cool. Thanks.”

When you arrive back in the living room properly dressed Miles lets out a sigh of relief.

Something in him felt guilty for relishing the glance he caught of you with water droplets still clinging to your skin, and towel stopping at the top of your thighs.

“Do you have a blow dryer?” Your words knock him out of his trance.

“Yeah. Follow me, it’s in the bathroom.”

Miles plugs it into the wall, and you feel a pang in your chest.

“Did your girlfriend leave this here Morales?”

Miles laughs.

“I dunno, did you?” He replies.

That shut you up real quick.

He grabs a boar hair brush and blow drys your wet curls straight section by section. He’s gentle, a soft smile resting on his face as he works.

As he moves to unplug the blow dryer you turn around, facing him with your back against the bathroom counter.

Once again, your find your faces close, his hovering above you now that you’re both standing.

“You got to stop playing with me Miles, or I’m gonna think you’re serious”

“About what, ma?”

“Don’t play dumb. You know I like you and you still—“

“I didn’t know that.” He says softly, breath catching in his throat.

“I didn’t know you liked me.” His hand found your cheek, stroking the soft skin.

“Well..” You say, your voice shaking. “Now you do. So—“

His lips catch yours suddenly, and you gasp into the kiss before leaning into him. Your arms stretch up to wrap around his neck, burying him in your lips.

His hands hold your face, tilting you to the side as his tongue pokes though your lips deepening the kiss. You moan at the action and his takes the opportunity to grab your thighs and set your butt on the counter behind you, putting your faces closer.

His hand finds your lower back and you arch into him as he kisses you dizzy. His lips are soft against yours, and he tastes delicious. His small whimpers send shivers down your spine.

He pulls away suddenly, his eyes lidded as he breathes heavily. His lips are shiny.

“Y/n, you wanna go on a real date sometime?”

“You have to say it first.”

“Say what?”

“I said it, so you have to say it. Say you like me, Morales” You cross your arms across your chest.

He chuckles, hands leaving your thighs to hang at his sides.

“I can’t do that,”

“Why not?” You frown.

“I don’t like you,” The fuck?

“I love you, Y/n. So much.” Miles moves closer to you, kissing you.

It’s softer this time. He pulls away and wraps his arms around you. You do the same, hitting him on the back. He leans back to look at you, tears welling in your eyes.

“Woah, woah, hey ma I’m sorry I shouldn’t have joked like that-“

“I love you Miles Morales.”

His eyes widen and he laughs. You hit him in the shoulder, tears dripping down your face as you cry.

“Why *hick* are you laughing dickhead?!”

“Cause my girl being ridiculous and crying cause she loves me so much.”

“Your girl, huh?” He wipes your tears with his thumbs, drying his hands on his shirt.

“Yeah. You’ve always been my girl. But now we can be kissing and shit”

“And shit?”

“What, you need an example, ma?” You squeal as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you back to bed.

➽──────────────❥

Miles wakes up to his 8:30 alarm. The sky is dark. You shift next to him, still asleep. He kisses the top of your head and drags the blanket to your shoulders before getting out of bed to get his Prowler getup on.

He stands in the living room, twisting his mechanical glove onto his hand as he hears you shuffling into the room.

“Miles?” You rub sleep out of your eyes and look at the soft purple glow in the dark room. You’d never seen Miles in his Prowler suit in person. Only on the news.

“Hey ma. I gotta head out for a bit,”

You walk over to him quickly and wrap him in a hug, the cold metal of his claws rest on your back.

“Come back and be safe Morales. I’m not leaving until I see you come back through that window.”

“You got it ma.” He pecks your lips and closes the window, jumping from the fire escape. You sigh, walking back into Mile’s bedroom and tucking yourself alone under the covers.

Gone baby, don’t be long.

➽──────────────❥

first fic🤭 (on this tumblr) pls enjoy and ignore any errors because i am literally just a girl

i also have a 1610!Miles fic in the works. It’s getting long so part 1 may be coming soon. Love ya!

(Actually one last thing: “Debajo de la cama” is also a lyric in Lo Busqué by Ana Bárbara)

[im-immortal]

AO3 Roundup 2024

thank you so much for the tag @galadrieljones ! (seriously such an honor from a writer i admire so much)

tagging: @mistressheroine @pipergirl17 @piper1016 @littlelindentree @weapon13whitefang @not-so-austen @lemortehomme @raginglittlehurricane @spield @rckyfrk @deerdens @xx-cherryballerina (and anyone else who feels like doing this, pls tag me so i can read and like your post, i love you all)

—Words posted: 327,634

—Additional Words Written: unknown, but probably close to 450,000

—Grand total of words: girl idk. let's call it 500k just to be safe, especially if we're including all the words i deleted lmao

—Fandoms: The Walking Dead

—Works: another installation of Let us always find each other, To Love is To Be Alive, and Small Miracles

—Highest Kudos: Small Miracles

—Highest Hit One-shot: To Love is To Be Alive

—New Things I Tried: writing an almost-cross-over with Beth/Daryl and Detroit: Become Human. that was a fun venture into a different universe that was not of my own creation, fitting in two characters who definitely didn't belong and somehow making them belong. writing not one, but two OC's that people actually care about in Small Miracles. i genuinely didn't think anyone would care much for Gale or Mae, but now they've become nearly as beloved to the readers as they are to me and honestly, i cannot describe how good that makes me feel! particularly for my little sentient zombie boy <3

—Fic I Spent the Most Time On: Small Miracles ... and i am still spending time on it. y'all have no idea. i made playlists, i listened to songs on repeat, i added and extracted and added again to the outline, i brainstormed during downtime at work, i got new ideas while watching movies and shows. i am still doing all those things, i'm just not quite capable of putting thoughts and ideas into words like i was throughout the majority of 2024.

—Fic I Spent the Least Time On: To Love is To Be Alive -- it came to me fast and hard, i wrote it in about 2-3 weeks because it was so rapidly coming into my head and i just had to get it out.

—Favourite Thing I Wrote: Small Miracles ... duh. i fucking love this fic and still do. i can't wait to finish it.

—Favorite Thing I Read: as far as books go (pls message me if you want to add me on Goodreads), my favorite reads this year were:

The Final Girl Support Group by Grady Hendrix

A Novel Love Story by Ashley Poston

The Nanny by Lana Ferguson

Last Light by Claire Kent (this one is for all my Bethyl girlies--it's extremely Daryl/Beth-coded, so if you love Bethyl and you love post-apocalypse fiction with a healthy dash of smut, you should definitely give it a try)

and for fanfiction, i'm gonna narrow it down and say it's a tie between:

afterglow by galadrieljones

Love in the Wilderness by LeighJ

Sweet Willow by CherryParfait

Revenant by devils_might_heed_us

La Dame Blanche by MistressHeroine

genealogy by wandering_gypsy_feet

qué será, será by moonshineshacks

—Something I Finished: ummm let's be so real... the only thing i actually finished this year was To Love is To Be Alive ... sorry about that for my readers. i swear to GOD i'm doing my best to finish at least ONE more thing omg

—Miscellaneous Highlights: i played a lot more video games and read a lot more books this year than i think i have in the last five years, so that's a highlight for me (hello, i actually discovered, played, and rapidly became obsessed with the entire Life is Strange series and its universe, as well as all of the Supermassive games, from Until Dawn to The Quarry and through the entire Dark Pictures Anthology!) because i love taking inspiration from other fiction in every form. i'm very proud of myself. also, i started converting my fic Lunacy Fringe into an original novel, and it's about 3/4th of the way finished, so i am actually excited to finish that and put it out into the world just to say i did it, just to say that i actually wrote my own original novel and contributed it to the millions upon millions of self-published novels available online lol (i guess i wanna contribute to The Zeitgeist ?? idk if i'm even using that correctly??). i also pushed myself and delved into writing OC's into one of my fics and found that it was well-received, which gave me a bit of a confidence boost! not to mention, i reread Wild Love by LeighJ and commented (because for some reason i didn't comment the first time i read it?? what the hell was wrong with me?) and it ended up sparking her to add some deleted scenes and create a series that i now ADORE, and there is nothing i love more than encouraging other writers and seeing what they can come up with when they're reminded of how much their writing is appreciated. i am also incredibly proud and appreciative of @mistressheroine for everything she's written this year and all the help she's given me in my own writing, and for being such an amazing friend and just an overall great person to talk to and fangirl with. also mad kudos to @raginglittlehurricane for our shared obsession with Kyle Gallner and the Dinner in America movie, and all those countless tiktok edits we send to each other (girl, i am impatiently awaiting the release of that DiA fic... just saying).

—Writing Goals for 2025:

finish Small Miracles.

finish hot girl summer (playing by the rules).

start posting and continue writing cuffing season (part 6 of in for a penny, in for a pound).

add some chapters/possibly complete who we gotta be and Redire A Morte.

finally finish and publish Lunacy Fringe as an original novel.

somehow make time to finish and post the final chapters of Don't Make Me Haunt You.

make some more headway on my original zombie apocalypse novel, even if it's just a fully-fleshed outline.

—Final Thoughts: i have a lot of shit on my plate, especially for a sleepy bitch who works full-time and also enjoys other endeavors like movies, shows, and video games. (ps: give me a follow on twitch @im1mmortal to see me livestream like two or three times a month lol) but all in all, i feel like i am continuing to learn and grow as a writer and at the end of the day, that's all that really matters to me. i want to read as many books as i can, consume as much well-written media as possible, and learn as much as possible when it comes to making my own dreams come true. i know i have a lot of WIPs sitting around just waiting to be finished, and believe me, i see all the comments urging me to continue and finish, and i desperately want to, but i have to go off of vibes. it sounds lame, but it's true. i refuse to write unless i feel like i am writing from my heart. i erase anything that feels forced or soulless. quality over quantity all day, every day. but i also recognize that i'm kind of an idiot who has a strength in starting things and reaching the point of climax, and my greatest weakness is actually writing the climax and reaching the conclusion. i'm working on that all the time, and i strive to change it. but what really keeps me going is the feedback and the random comments and messages, even if they're months or years later, letting me know that something i wrote resonated with someone far away who i will never meet or actually know. it gives me all the motivation i need. i just have to find that last little passage past the mental block to continue writing and actually finish something. oh... and the energy LOL. seriously tho, i love this fandom, i adore all of the various fics i've been blessed enough to read because they offer such different perspectives on characters and settings and they open up my mind to entirely new possibilities. not to mention, i've made some of the absolute best friends through fandom and fanfic. i wouldn't trade it for the world. all i ask for is a little patience and understanding. and i really hope to keep you all in my heart and see y'all on the other side of whatever this is as we traverse life and fiction and discover how the two overlap in ways we never could have imagined <3

as we all get older, in the best of ways, let's fuck 2025 right in the mouth

[uchidachi]

2024 Writing Round-Up

I was tagged by @librivore42! tyyyy!!!

words posted: 33,543 💚 (although about 2k of those were previously posted on tumblr, I'm still counting them!)

additional words written: A LOT, but they're broken up over so many documents I couldn't count them. there's 5,146 in the Veilguard fics I currently have open and writing in... I have a WIP problem.

fandoms: All Dragon Age all the time. (3 Origins/Awakening, 1 for DAII, 8 for Inquisition, and 2 for TN/Veilguard)

highest kudos: A Voice on the Line, with 59. the people crave Dorian/Fenris

highest hit one-shot: Ser Possessed-a-lot's Big Day, with 294. I don't blame them I'd want to see what I was on when I wrote that, too 😅

new things I tried: I wrote Awakening fic, finally! and writing from a first-person-plural POV as possessed!Ser Pounce. But the big new thing was writing all those recipe fics! I have a whole series now!!

fic I spent the most time on: The Poirier Family Cookbook, most assuredly! not only is it the longest thing I wrote, but I had all the time developing and testing (and photographing!) the recipes!!

fic I spent the least time on: This year I think it was the Ser Possessed-a-lot fic! I wrote and posted that in a haze in like half a day... But overall it was A (Literally) Hot Kiss, which was Alistair/Amell flash fiction that I posted this year, but wrote ages ago.

favourite thing I wrote: You're really going to make me choose between my children??? I had the most fun writing The Alamarri Falcon, and just diving headfirst into writing film noir banter. I also created the Lucanis/Neve tag with that fic, which I'm very proud of 😊

favourite thing(s) I read: OMG do I need to choose? I've read soooo much good fic this year!! FIC REC ROUNDUP TIME

I'd be remiss if I didn't first shoutout the slowburn Cassarric epic A Marriage of Inconvenience. Ao3 claims that I have visited it 195 times

More Cassarric with Nobody's Business!!

Speaking of fics I visit constantly, @klickitats updated Love Song for the Admiral!!!! I am still processing the final chapter please go read this it's my favorite fic

Did You Hide the Moon Again? is Audacity/Merrill/Solas and was written for me for the Black Emporium exchange also please go read that

Rooks!!!!!!!! @swordbisexual has Vissenta Hawke-as-Rook here, @rowanisawriter has an amazing grey warden Fahad here, @shouldaspunastory has Tobias Mercar, @fanfoolishness' Liesl Ingellvar here, I'm obsessed with @hyperions-light's Lethanavir de Riva already, and they're obsessed with Viago... there's this insanely hot Lucanis/Neve/Rook series (idk if the author is on tumblr)

Oh hey making this list has reminded me that I really need to read @amarmeme's Illario/Rook fic, so that's what I'm doing today...

Also shoutout to literally every Emmrich/Bellara fic I've read so far, I'm obsessed actuallly

Also the entire collections for the 2024 DA Create-A-Thon and Black Emporium Exchange

writing goals for 2025: Finish those two dozen Veilguard WIPs, I guess... Maybe just one of them to start???

new works: I swear I'm gonna post a Rook/Taash fic before the end of the year I SWEAR it... I just need to buckle down and write...

tagging: everyone I already tagged? idk, I got really into going through my Ao3 history to answer that favorite reads, so I'm probably gonna re-read my gift fics from this year, good times...

[oncamelliastreet]

depression rant <3

idk sometimes i would like for just one thing in my life to go well. like literally not even my playlist is working right now. 700 songs off of my 1200 song playlist i listen to everyday disappeared so i have to make a new one. and the new one is only showing up on my phone, not my ipad. and i can’t fix it.

and as much as i wish he was, i really don’t think my crush is into me too. i don’t think im likeable. im not pretty enough to attract anyone (girls aren’t even in the picture at school because it’s literally a catholic school in the midwest everybody is homophobic and guys either chose the prettier girls or date someone outside of our school). and even if i was attractive i don’t think my personality is enough. i’m too quiet and anxious at first for anyone to stick around and get to know me. there will always be someone better in comparison. and yk what even if i did manage to find someone who liked me back they would probably leave the second they found out im really not comfortable with having sex any time soon (if ever) at all. i’m just gonna die alone with my dogs while my sisters live their happy lives with their families.

and none of my friends even care about me outside of school. they talk to me when i’m in their classes but outside of school i’m not getting invited anywhere. and when i do get invited somewhere, like to hang out at my “best friends” house for example, her neighbor she’s friends with conveniently is coming over and she couldn’t figure out how to say no so they’re just talking the whole time and i’m just there in the background. or i’ll try to make plans and then they’ll cancel on me 30 minutes before they’re supposed to show up 4 times in a row. because their’s always something better to do.

and my head hurts all of the time and i went to a neurologist for it but i basically have to try a bunch of pills that almost definitely won’t work before i can get to the stuff most likely to be effective because the stuff that will probably help is more expensive and my insurance won’t cover it if i haven’t tried the stuff that won’t work and is cheaper. and i had a headache all day during my family gathering for my moms birthday because i used a shampoo that smelled a little bit and i felt like throwing up from it, and my mom had to wash my hair over the sink like a baby half way through the day because it was so intolerable.

and on top of that i couldn’t even get my mom a good present for her birthday because i dont have a job to be able to afford anything and i couldn’t go shopping with what little money i have because i dont have a drivers liscence and none of my siblings live close to home anymore so i had nobody to take me shopping. so everybody got her a really nice and thoughtful present and i got her fucking flowers because that’s the shitty daughter i am i guess.

and my dog has had a lot of spine issues because she’s a hot dog and they’re really prone to back injuries. and she’s been acting really weird the last week and i’m worried she’s gonna get hurt for like the 7th time. and it feels like nobody but me and my mom take it seriously because my older sisters will pick her up like it’s no problem even though every time she gets picked up a lot she gets hurt some time soon after. and my fucking grandma invited her to jump up on the couch when nobody was paying attention (she absolutely cannot jump on couches for the rest of her life, every time she does she gets SUPER injured) but i couldn’t say anything because she’s an old lady so i was just on the edge of a panic attack the entire day even though i just wanted to yell at her because she completely ignored us EVERY time she comes to visit. literally every time she’s here my dog ends up jumping on a couch and is hurt and crying in her bed unable to move days later. and it seems like im the only one who cares.

and on top of that it’s now one in the morning and i have to be up in 5 hours to take the psat which im gonna fail because im horrible at standardized testing and theyre online now which means i really can’t focus at all and im just a lost cause.

i give up trying atp.

[seonne]

Hiii!! Idk if your still doing the songfic thing but if so could I request Hanta Sero with the song GUY.exe by Superfruit

Thank you and have a great day!!

So sorry for the huge gap, there's a whole lot going on but here we finally are with another part to this series! Thank you to everyone for your patience and I hope you like this!

Song Fics Pt.2

Song of choice: GUY.exe

Pairing: Hanta Sero x Reader

Author's note: Every part of this series will not be written the same way or in the same format. If there's a specific way you'd like for me to write your request, please let me know!

Disclaimer: Friends who are overly involved in your love life, but yeah that's it really. Not proofread, I'll come back to edit this later T-T

"Well, this was fun. How about a second date, what do you say?"

You winced internally as you pulled a polite smile onto your face.

"I'll think about it and text you! I really need to go right now but thank you for today! I'll see you... later I guess!"

You hurried out of the restaurant, leaving your date stammering at the door.

You sighed for the umpteenth time as you got into a cab and sat back as the driver took off onto the highway. This has been your weekly routine ever since that one day a few weeks ago; that wretched day.

You had whined to your friends for an hour or so about how you don't have a boyfriend and how your hero work keeps you away from romantic interests and dates. You had only intended to complain to them, but your friends took it upon themselves to shut you up. Hence they set you up on dates every. Single. Week.

Sure, it got annoying, but you can't really blame your friends because you know they mean well... and it was your fault that they decided to interfere in your (nonexistent) love life.

Getting home, you slipped off your dress, sighing as you changed into something more comfortable as you fixed yourself a cup of tea. As you sipped your tea, your attention drew to the notification you got on your phone from your secretary.

Ice-pack: The Hero Commission has scheduled a meeting for you regarding next week's joint mission. Tomorrow, 9 AM sharp. Don't be late for God's sake.

You groaned as you put away your phone. Your plans to sleep in on your one day off has officially flown out the window. Your thoughts soon drift to the email your secretary had sent you concerning the joint mission.

You pulled up the email and scurried through it before you found the profile of the hero you were paired with.

Name: Hanta Sero

Hero Name: Cellophane

Age: 24

Rank: Top 8

Quirk: He has tape dispenser-like organs in his elbows, from which he can shoot long cellophane tape-like strips; he can also retract them. He can use his tape to wrap people, swing long distances, and create traps, among other applications.

Fighting Style: Long-ranged + support combat

Qualifications: UA high school graduate

Achievements: Best Rescue Award in the Hero Awards 2024

The photo attached in the file showed him; a handsome face with black hair, black eyes and a wide grin.

Not gonna lie, he does look kinda-

'Stop it', you thought to yourself as you put away your phone. 'He's a coworker, don't get weird about it. You're being desperate'

You sighed again before retiring to your bed, already exhausted thinking about getting up in the morning the next day.

The next day, you woke up and dragged yourself out of your house, despite wanting to stay in so badly. I mean, the sooner you get it over with, the sooner you get home, right?

Wrong.

The Hero Commission apparently had loads of meetings lined up for the day and it felt like ages until you were finally called in for your turn. You groaned as you walked into the meeting room along with a few others.

Your eyes took in the people gathered in the room; Pro Hero Deku who took centre stage, Pro Hero Creati, Pro Hero Mindjack, a few board members and some others you were unaware of. However, your scheduled mission partner was nowhere to be found.

As Deku started the meeting, the door swung open as a tall figure barged into the room.

"Yo Midoriya! Sorry for being late, ran into a thief on the way here."

Him. It's him. The guy in the email that your secretary sent you, your mission partner.

You let your eyes analyse him as he made his way over to the empty seat beside you, shooting a wide grin to Deku the whole way. He seated himself as Deku resumed the meeting, his eyes glancing your way before turning to look at you and he paused. His gaze lingered on your face before he gave you a tight-lipped smile and turned back to Deku.

'Weird. He seems like the extrovert type. Why did he not do or say anything?'

You shrugged and zoned into the meeting as you shooed away the self-conscious thoughts tugging at your brain.

The meeting lasted quite a while, explaining the mission in full detail and pinpointing everyone's roles in it. You jotted down a few key points from the meeting for future reference and couldn't help yourself as your eyes glanced at your new partner. He's tall, dark hair and dark eyes, quite the impressive build, casual clothes that look... okay, no kidding, he looked amazing in the clothes he wore. He kept talking to the people sat beside him with a huge grin and added important queries to the meeting, so you figured he must generally be a friendly type.

'But why isn't he talking to me...?'

After the meeting was done, Deku dispersed everyone and most of the heroes assigned partners in the mission gathered with their partners and teammates to introduce themselves and get along. As you stood up, a hand darted towards you, making you jolt.

A light chuckle followed.

"Hey, sorry about that. Didn't mean to scare you. I'm Sero Hanta, but you can call me Cellophane!"

You looked up to see your new mission partner with a lopsided smile with an extended hand towards you. You look at him and down at his hand before you stand up straight and take his hand, giving it a firm shake.

"Hi, yeah, no worries. I'm (y/n) but you can call me (h/n)!"

He nods before raising an eyebrow.

"You recently broke past Top 10 in Hero Ranks, didn't you? Impressive, great job!"

You chuckle as you two retreat your hands, your hands awkwardly resting at your hips as his delve into his pockets.

"Yeah, took a lot of work but, got there eventually."

Sero nodded, chuckling.

An awkward silence fell over you two as you shifted on your feet, avoiding eye contact. He cleared his throat just as you took in a breath and you both turned to each other at the same time:

"Wanna get coffee?"

The both of you paused and stared at each other before laughing.

Time flew by as the both of you spent the evening together, going to a place, sitting there to talk for a while before moving to another place and repeat. You'd been to these places before with your other dates but with him it felt... so different. You hadn't even realised it had gotten late and that you had planned to have a lazy day today. You two awkwardly said your goodbyes with lingering eyes and hesitant steps away until you were far out of sight from each other, still turning back one last time to catch a glimpse.

You get home and open your phone, giddy from the "unexpected sorta-kinda date" and watch as your groupchat is bombarded by your friends setting up your next date. You type in a text, hit send and put your phone away, not a care in the world for your friends who are freaking out at it:

"No need. Found my picture perfect guy."

Alright, FINALLY! Again, sorry about the extremely late post, but I'll try to answer every request I've gotten. I hope you liked this one, please show support through reblogs and comments more! (Kudos if your reactions are funny, I love reading those) Thanks for the request again!

Lots of love <3

[penroseparticle]

Penrose Song Of The Day Day 40: Hell of a Year by William Bolton

Happy Birthday, Me.

Whew. We are all kind of going through it aren't we? I don't think anyone has had an idyllic, easy year this year. Or any year. More and more I'm realizing that all we can be is kind, because, good or ill, better or worse, we keep being in situations and they keep going to shit. So like. Shouldn't I do what I can to make things a little less bad? Even if that kindness isn't deserved?

One story that really stuck with me posted on here was the story about volunteering at a soup kitchen. I'll see if I can track the post down. But they had to keep cleaning the bathroom because it kept getting trashed. An important lesson was learned by the OP of the post- The homeless people who went to that soup kitchen had precious little they could control. The bathroom was being trashed because it was one of the few places in their life where they could exert their will- even if it made things worse for everyone, even themselves. In distress, you will cause damage. But the thing I learned is that. I don't know. Would being mean to them help? Would I not clean the bathroom after a certain point? They made the mess, they "deserve it" right?

And obviously not. It wouldn't make volunteering for them more pleasant, it wouldn't make their situation different, and it likely wouldn't even feel good. The only thing that helps is the slow, arduous, unlikeable truth that the way to make things better is to help, and do right, and work with someone going through it, even if they are not fun to be around. It might not be "just", but it might just be the thing that works.

Flipwise and reversed though, I have issues with foresight- I do not think things through and I don't always get my just desserts for that. I think I am afforded a lot of latitude and grace for meaning well, which is great if a bit guilt inducing. But that's kind of what I believe everyone deserves, right? Aren't I part of everyone? Shouldn't people be kind to me too? If I think everyone deserves kindness, even when they're not "deserving", I'm part of everyone. I'm a person. I get that same grace.

And isn't grace always unearned? "Deserving is fake" and well, kind of in some of the most important ways it is. Maybe someone "deserves" the bad things coming to them, but in the ways I care about, the ways I'm trying to be, I can't let that be the end. That's not how the story is going to go, not when I'm writing it. And I am writing the story of my own life. Joint authorship with the world, but I'm first author. Pick up the pen!

I often have to remind myself that feeling guilty is a start, not a state, and that I am thankful and grateful I get to fuck it up all over again. It sucks. I have an overdeveloped sense of guilt, in that I think. And I need to pay it forward and walk the walk. Be kind if nothing else.

So instead let's look back at all the shit that's gone down and say WOW! That was wack, huh. And maybe steer next year a little differently this time. Every day is a new day, a new iteration of what I am. Who I am. So I'm gonna try and be a little kinder. Be the change. Gandhi that shit. idk.

This is me telling you to let it go, by the way. Guilt is cancerous, it only grows, and it weighs you down. Let's give ourselves that little bit of grace too, if we can.

Anyways, it's been a hell of a year, hasn't it? Back on track, I found this song years ago. A little bit of a chill, easy pop song. Some cutesy ornamentation, a simple drum loop, and a smooth delivery. I have my good friend Al to thank for this (The Algorithm), he gifted me this song on my Recommended for You playlist on spotify. I like it. It was a nice gift.

It's a little melancholy but it's not all doom and gloom. It's sort of quietly hopeful? Some bad things happened, yeah, it's also a bit of a triumph- he conquered his fears! He traveled the world! The time is now, make some memories! Live your life. Incremental progress.

There's been some bad things, and some good things, but it's your life baby. You gotta live it. I still haven't made it but I'm not that far. What a year.

See you next one.

And hey, as always. You could be dead right now. Go listen to something you love.

[catty-words]

thoughts about wallsocket (2023) that i know you were all itching for because i've obviously convinced you all to be as head over heels for this artist as i am:

- the first listen felt a little draggy and i thought the busyness of the tracks was unfocused, which i was prepared to be bummed about because that's an element of underscores' music that i really enjoy for reasons both straightforward (sounds make brain go brrrr) and deep (as an artist, i think her preoccupation with distraction and having to be the Shiniest to hold attention - individual or cultural - really complements the production style). but!

- the good news is i fell so fucking hard for every track by the second listen and i think the inertia i felt was mainly between 'duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' and 'you don't even know who i am' and by my third or forth listen, i was finding them the most engaging tracks on the album.

- good luck being the album's mantra makes me want to suffocate on velvet idk. in context, it's as dark as the whole of boneyard aka fearmonger (2021) but there's also a through line in underscores' work of her being exceptionally lucky (see "lonesharks", "horror movie soundtrack") and it feels as much like a helpless platitude as it does like a magical spell she's casting to keep us safe. which - themes!! and things/people/circumstances being so much of one thing they loop back around to being that thing's polar opposite.

- speaking of, the johnny of "johnny johnny johnny" validating the narrator's identity while also preying on her is my favorite vehicle for that theme so far.

- "shoot to kill, kill your darlings" is the first track i fell head over heels for, on the first listen and everything. and i keep getting more out of it with subsequent listens. think of me when you listen to this one, please. 💙

- when the "kinko's field trip 2006" hit???? reader i got CHILLS. literally shivered about it and it got me on listen two and three, as well. i don't think i've fully grappled with what its incorporation into wallsocket (2023) is trying to accomplish, but i do know it worked on me, like, a little too well. gonna be insane about it for the foreseeable future, gnashing my teeth as i type this in fact.

- i've had "cops and robbers" since it was released in may and somehow it wasn't until listening today that the full story really sunk in? like, i managed to hear i resurrect the dead and i'm not the bad guy, like it's just sitting there fully for the first time today? and, god, was the good luck-ing always in the mix? songs gaining new meaning in the context of their albums my beloved. album openers my beloved.

- does "you don't even know who i am" sample claptrap from borderlands? if not, that's still what the backing mantra on the track puts me in mind of, which gives the song a very compelling 'people vs technology' read that i've been getting a lot out of.

- underscores, i am pledging my allegiance to you.

[kairithemang0]

tell me your thoughts on something (anything) (talk for as long or as short as you want)

:)

ok i've been looking for a reason to talk about this for a while and im just gonna go off the rails here

i recently started watching Colin LooksBack's disney villain retrospectives and I'm so damn obsessed with them. I've mentioned this before, I'm a disney fan through and through. No matter how much I painfully despise so many of their recent movies, nostalgia and the hope of finding something as good as their classics keeps me coming back, as disappointed as I am with their recent features from all sides of the company

I'm especially a disney history fan, I love learning about the first few decades of this company for some reason, their movies from that time aren't even my favorites but just all the old concept art and ideas from the imagineers is so cool to me. Mary Blair's work specifically, her art for Cinderella is stunning.

Disney villains specifically have just always been amazing to me. I was obsessed with Ursula as a kid, I thought she was the coolest freaking character. I love her design, her voice is amazing, I adored her then and I still do.

If we're talking about disney content creators though? Avelo (formerly known as Dreamsounds) has my heart and soul. Her videos are everything to me, they got me through covid. I was so sad when she left when she was getting her bottom surgery, worried she'd never return. I audibly gasped when I saw her return video show up on my recommended because I love her videos that much, and still do, even if it's not as disney focused.

I dunno, I think my disney obsession and Kingdom Hearts obsession go hand in hand (hah, that's a kingdom hearts song). I mean KH and disney are tied together by nature, but I got into KH for the disney. I found my moms old kh1 copy a while ago and I wished I could have the chance to play it on the ps2 (which we sadly don't have anymore). I haven't ever finished kh1, the controls are too clunky and I hate that stupid fucking camera. Even still, it's a game that matters to me a lot. KH2 does more for me in the end though, I reset the game so often just to play through Roxas's section in twilight town. it's nostalgic, not even just for playing kh but it's the type of fun me and my friends would have during our summer vacation. seeing roxas's life fall apart is scary because in some way i relate, the friendship he had with hayner, pence, and olette in the data twilight town wasnt real, and neither were my friendships with those people.

back to more regular disney, i fucking love the disney parks. honestly im so nostalgic for fastpass, i miss needing to go up to those little stands and put it on some card. i hate genie+ and lightning lane because it feels much less personal, so do the disney parks in general for me now. maybe it's because i'm getting older, i wouldnt be surprised if that was the case. even still, i love going. i mean cinderellas castle is my damn wallpaper (godddd i love that wallpaper so much....) and there are multiple of these "disney parks music" videos that i will actively use to fall asleep because idk nostalgia is a bitch. the boardwalk one is a personal favorite of mine, something about it just hits for me. me and my family went right after covid started to slow down, the boardwalk was having a soft opening and we got in for cheap. we got this amazing room overlooking the boardwalk itself, and for lack of a better word the vibes were incredible. like... WOW. we drove down, it sucked because it was exhausting and i cant be in small spaces like that for too long, but in the end it could've been worse. i had given myself this challenge to watch all the disney movies before going, i finished encanto on that drive. it's what got me back into so many of them, treasure planet specifically. it feels like every year ill just find myself obsessing over one specific disney movie around this time, last year it was tp and the tinkerbell movies. this year id say it's alice in wonderland, which ive had an obsession with for years. it's just a plotless fun movie with memorable characters that mean something to me. i dunno, im a sucker for anything nostalgic, twisted is my favorite starkid show for a reason, and i don't just love kh for it's crazy plot and characters (although that's most of it)

sorry this is REALLYYY long.....

[himemeiya]

Stumbled upon your blog yesterday and realised you were the one behind the Utena Bet On it AMV, plus all the other videos on that channel! I had a friend who had already watched RGU reccomend the show to me and when I finished the finale she sent me a bunch of videos, essays, meta, memes she really liked about Utena. Out of the videos your vine videos, your bet on it amv and your tiktok sounds utena videos all featured as Things U Gotta Watch. Top Tier. And they are! I cannot stress how good they are. I've got a friend I'm trying to get to watch utena and I'm already prepared to send your whole channel her way.

Like, your Bet On It amv is just crazy - to the point I associate the whole song with utena instead of high school musical. High School Musical Who? I have driven home from work with the song blasting and in my head I'm thinking of the corrosponding imagery in my head. listened to the song a LOT just thinking of the amv. 'blame the world but never blame you' and it focusing on anthy. the start 'everybodys tryna get in my head' with everyone who manipluates utena? the bridge speeding up through all their utena/anthys relationship until utena gets up again at the climax of the song? This video is a masterpiece.

The vines and the tiktok sounds are soooo spot on and hilarious. every onee. and seeing an upbeat version of 'empty chairs at empty tables' to the end of utena emotionally altered something in me oh my lordie. I got introduced to the song The Draw from your other amv, which is SO PERFECT for the black rose arc?

And as a Lizzy McApline fan the ceilings youtube short took me OUT! the way the details about the car, the lines about 'you dont exist' being applied to utena's prince/akio, 'story ive seen before' being the prince/princess/witch ohturi mythology and ending with anthy at the end....... !!!!

All this to say I love all your utena edits on youtube and will be watching them many times over, as well as showing them to other people. Great work. ╰⁠(⁠*⁠´⁠︶⁠`⁠*⁠)⁠╯

🥺 This message is so damn nice and I have reread it multiple times cause oh my god your appreciation of my videos just makes me so happy and I'm so glad you watched and enjoyed them!! 😭 The support I've gotten from the fandom is very heartwarming, I just love it!!!

Yes hehe I'm the one behind all those videos! The Bet On It video specifically was one that lived in my head for YEARS until I finally sat down and decided to make it everyone else's problem too 😂 I would just listen to the song on repeat while geting overly emotional imagining Utena's journey and the fact I was tearing up to a Troy mf Bolton song was so unhinged 💀 yet now look at me, I have spread my vision like a plague amongst the fandom and everyone else gets to be just as unhinged over the golf course disney movie meme song as I am ⛳️ I would have it no other way. My favorite comments on that video are the ones along the lines of "I clicked this thinking it was gonna be funny but now I'm crying" cause if that doesn't just sum up the experience of Revolutionary Girl Utena itself then idk what does 😂

RGU's tonal conflict is one of my favorite things so choosing goofy audios for the end of the show was such a treat lmfao. And ugh The Draw is just such a good and ominous song. I rlly love how the Black Rose arc is all about radicalizing character's emotions to the point where they'll do anything to get what they think will fix their lives. Reverse therapy with Mikage is a hell of a drug. 🦋☞

I rlly feel like Ceilings captures that self-sacrificial "first love" feeling so many girls go through (especially with men) where they're uncomfortable and can't be open but ignore all those red flags until it gets to a point where things crumble and they realize the relationship never existed how they were imagining it. GAH THE FEELINGSSSS.

Sheesh thank you so much again for this message, it really brightened my week and was so touching to read. 😭💜 If I may humbly offer some video suggestions (if you haven't already watched them) I really love the For Your Love amv by Mari F and the Utena in 7 Minutes amv by Akilice. The first rlly captures that melancholic yet hopeful tone of Utena & Anthy and the latter has the audacity to make me emotional over a goddamn acapella Hamilton mashup of all things 💀 (the It's Quiet Uptown part literally destroys me every time.....). Digi Story has an Utena Deep Dive Analysis that I really enjoy, he talks about how RGU is "prismatic" in it's storytelling where there's no singular interpretation because there's just so much to look at and analyze. And finally, the Therefore You and Me animatic by edsartfactory literally changed my life it's ridiculously good!!

AHH thanks once again and I hope you have a great weekend!! 💞

[reclusivedouche]

Riverdale 7x12 Thoughts

This two boys opening, where Archie and Reggie are obviously on a bisexual journey

Leave Julian Blossom in a coma tbh

Especially how Clifford wants to blame Reggie like bro your stupid kid did the thing

I think Archie should sock Clifford Julian-style bc honestly Clifford could not take Archie

Sheriff Keller really is the worst version of himself in season 7 like he is so much worse at Sheriff-ing

Juggy defending Ethel from going back to the sisters like just kiss her already omg

Alice is absolutely insane omg the way she is just like my mother where she acts like she isn't a fucking asshole

Honestly if she was gonna like fake adopt Ethel she should've given her Betty's room

The way every episode is like Archie having to ponder while someone (Reggie, or the gays) are going through it like he is a fool but like I love him anyway but

the storytelling choices

It truly never occurred to Veronica she could break into her own home like?

OMG Mrs. Thornton is so dirty for just reading Archie's poem out loud and then naming him as the author to the whole class

GIRL WHY

Archie looking so pressed while she reads it is the same energy I had when I had to sit through my own play being read at a showcase

KEVIN THINKING IT WAS CLAY WHO WROTE IT

Push him out the window

Additionally, tho, has Archie broken bread with Kevin and Clay over the gay things??

Sports where we're really saying bulldog brother in distress

this stupid comic book thing I need to know what Francis Dupont Werthers is DOING

Am absolutely loving that Ethel is actually getting story ???

Even tho like LET HER LIPS TOUCH JUGGY'S

Or another boy (or girl w/e)

Not Julian tho

That fucker

Honestly Archie should also punch Uncle Frank for being stupid

Betty looked so upset when she thought Archie and Reggie were coming over

Old white men wanting to go back to the old days??? Always a red flag

Clifford is really out here threatening to kill Cheryl as if he did not kills Jason 65 years ago in the future or whatever

Omg my friend had to tell me the song was from South Pacific and now that I know, I'm having a very visceral memory of the time I was in South Pacific (as the only non-singing part tho lmao)

There were a lot of gross men in that bc they could sing (and I mean the actors not the like characters tho...)

The choreo is so much better in Riverdale tho

Even if it involves Kevin

Like could Clay kiss a hot man? Idk

Betty getting a gay ex boyfriend like? Good for her. But like get rid of Kevin

Veronica is so thirsty and I'm so into it except when she's being a predator to out gays (to herself)

Dilton having a huge dick tho is my absolute favorite throwaway detail like yes

HUNGOVER AND STARING AT DILTON

Is this thing where Mrs. Thornton is suddenly like the teacher is bc she's the one who's gonna be accused of communism

Is that happening next week with the outings? Eek

The comic boss dude being like immediately ready to have Ethel draw like yes I love it

He's dead I mean literally you killed him lol

Very pleased we actually get to see Mary working part time at the dress shop

The way they speak to her like she is the one who curates the dresses being sold

I simply don't understand why we have to have Brett Weston Wallace but we don't also get Donna like give us Donna!

Let the boys kiss while they do the dishes

Justice for Ethel!!!

Is Jughead still drinking powdered milk or is that gone now that the milkman is dead

I better see a canon kiss between Betty and Veronica in a future episode or ELSE

THEY ARE IN LOVE

Love only getting Polly in name tho I'm sure we'll have to deal with her at some point this season

Betty is also the ultimate ex-girlfriend

MARY ANDREWS GO AWAY

LET THEM KISS

Okay tho Mary then reading the riot act to Alice, who is completely unbothered lmao

They will legitimately drag anyone to Riverdale but never Katy Keene give us KATY

I heard the good word from the bird

Jughead is wise beyond his years??? Somewhere in there is a memory of the future!

Veronica called Betty ;-;

These boys are going to WRESTLE

Just let them kiss my god

Archie asking Reggie to wear his dad's patch

BOYFRIENDS

Like Reggie knows Archie likes to write poems

Write him a poem

Also are we gonna have to see Archie at the Dark Room lmao

Ugh okay next week is gonna be a full trip I am not ready

[skunkjagkh0e]

I am going to analyze and describe to you guys every All Time Low’s records because I love ranting about the aesthetics and stuff.

I’m just gonna put TTWtRiDwtE and The Party Scene together because I don’t listen to them THAT much, I still love them though. I’m gonna say that they have massive high school vibes and idk I just love the vibes AND THE LYRICS. I fucking love the lyrics of every single song on these records. words cannot explain.

My favs are probably Break Out! Break Out! and the hustler one

Fav lyrics: “The memories of broken dreams We were so tired yet so alive”

It’s So Wrong It’s Right turn. On this record I have to say that even though I don’t like every every song on it, I love the instrumental parts SO much; I think that the guitars, the bass and the drum parts are legitimately amazing. Nothing more to say.

I really love let it roll and stay awake.

Fav lyric: all six feet under the ground.

Nothing Personal. My fucking record. I love every song on this record with every single body cells that I have. The lyrics are really teenager-ish but I think that goes along well with the whole concept and vibe of the record

HELLO BROKLYN NUMBER 1 STAN HERE. Also Lost In Stereo is my fav atl song so.

Fav lyric: “I’m a walking travesty but I’m smiling at everything”

We have been waiting for this one. Dirty Work. At first I didn’t like this album because the songs just didn’t catch my attention but when I listened to it again carefully…this one goes hard. it really does. the lyrics are amazing and I like all the sassy-ness in this record SO much.

I can’t pick a fav one, I legitimately love them all

Fav lyric: “We're throwing stones though we live in glass houses”

Don’t Panic is my brother, my pal, my mate, my friend and my lover. I love this record from head to toes. I really love everything about this album, from the amazing lyrics to the instrumental parts to just the vibes in general.

I CANT PICK A FAV ONE FUUUUCK

AGAIN I love every every song. Every lyric is just.

THE RECORD. Future Hearts. This one is number one on the top for the lyrics. Heartwarming, comforting yet harsh and raw in some way. I link this album with the feeling of wanting to let go of the things that make you feel bad. with the feeling of searching for a safe place to be where you can rest for a while. I used to listen to this record biblically everyday because I was in so much pain and just listening to it made me feel better.

Satellite, old scars/future hearts and the kids in the dark stan here!

Fav lyric: all the kids in the dark

I am so fond of Last Young Renegade. The whole concept behind the record is amazing, the lyrics are incredible and deep and the movies are just *chef’s kiss* the peaks of the vibes. I fucking love the whole aesthetic: jeans jackets, late night car rides, neon signs and lights, rock and loud music… man I really based my personality on this freakin record and I do not regret it. At all. This is my fav record and probably this thing will never change. It bring me so much comfort I can’t explain it.

Can’t pick a fav one here.

Love every lyric equally

MY BABY Wake Up, Sunshine. I discovered the boys through WUS so it has a very special place in my heart. This record is the definition of comfort, safety, summer and love. In a bad mood? Listen to WUS. In a good mood? Listen to WUS. It’s a REMEDY. This record saved me so many times. The vibes are immaculate and the whole aesthetic brings joy and happiness.

Glitter and Crimson and Pretty Venom stan in the house tonight.

Fav lyric: “It’s gonna be alright if you just stop thinking it over”

Tell Me I’m Alive. It’s the first record that I see the release of so it holds just for this a special place in my heart. Like I said previously, It’s the child of LYR and WUS and that. +1000 points to the gryffindor. The whole aesthetic of drugs and love and fucking and being heartbroken yet in love it’s SO addicting

I still have to pick my fav but kill my vibe and are you there? are amazing

Idk again the lyrics have all really good meaning I just can’t pick one.

[maruyaaya]

Hey Imeda! I am Low! I read your Pandalily fic recently and I adored it! I saw that you haven't had this account long and since I can't peruse/stalk your account to satiate my curiosity I've decided to inquire here :) I hope you don't mind.

Do you have any specific Pandora or Lily headcanons you can share? Do you have any WIPs in the works? Do you have any songs you are listening to on repeat right now? What are the top 5 ships that are giving you the most insistent brain rot currently?

And finally, I am done pestering you and I'm wishing you a day full of wonder <3

OMG HI LOW!! yes absolutely i am always happy to talk about pandalily they are my beloveds <3 yeah i set up this acc relatively recently bc i wanted a fresh start for my ao3 and i haven’t really had the chance to do much on it yet (i am unfortunately a full time university student) but i am so happy you sent an ask bc i am always excited to talk to ppl!! feel free to send more asks or even dm me for whatever reason!!

i’m gonna do the pandalily headcanons last bc i have so many of them, but firstly do i have any wips:

oh i ABSOLUTELY have wips. i actually am the worst at starting wips and never finishing them, but as for main ones i’m working on rn, i have a prongsfoot wip that’s currently around 50k words 75% done, a marauders x daisy jones & the six au, a (you have to hear me out on this one okay bc i know nobody ships this but me BUT HEAR ME OUT) friends with benefits sirius x barty fic that’s about half done, and another pandalily fic that is basically just taking shape but i don’t have much to say about it yet (im actually just the worst multishipper ever and i ship my favourite character, sirius, with every single person who dares to so much as breathe in his direction)

songs on repeat

ok so i am totally willing to just link my spotify, in fact: here and i have a pandalily playlist in the works here, but specifically, i’ve had never love an anchor by the crane wives, three by sleeping at last, and funeral by phoebe bridgers on loop over and over as well as the entire daisy jones & the six album.

top 5 ships giving me brainrot

1. PRONGSFOOT!! prongsfoot is forever in my head as one of my fav ships ever

2. pandalily! i absolutely adore their dynamic and the little version of them that i have created in my head

3. rosekiller. i think this is a relatively unpopular opinion but i am so intrigued by their dynamic and i’m currently in the process of drafting a LONG fic about them but i haven’t done much work on it yet

4. dorlene. UGH MY OG ENEMIES TO LOVERS i am forever obsessed with them and i can’t believe i haven’t written them yet

5. normally i’d have jegulus around here i think but currently i’ve been having intensive brainrot about the idea of a dynamic between barty and sirius. i think they’re two characters who are very similar and yet hate each other and i think it’s really interesting to explore a two sides of the same coin dynamic between them and idk i have a lot of thoughts about them i could absolutely rant for a very long time abt the sirius/barty dynamic i have in my head

bonus bc it isn’t a marauders ship but my favourite ship of ALL TIME is soukoku, aka dazai/chuuya from bungou stray dogs. i like them a Normal amount (i’m crazy abt them)

and now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, here are a few of my pandalily headcanons that i can think of off the top of my head

first of all, my fav pandalily song is trouble by halsey. it’s literally them. that’s their dynamic to me

pandora’s much more open about her oddness and want for Blood while lily is more closed off about it. it’s still there—absolutely still there—but pandora kind of awakens it in her and helps her to realize that it’s okay to show that part of her

they met through james and regulus and often go on double dates with them

they absolutely get matching tattoos. probably ethel cain lyrics or something abt the inherent eroticism of cannibalism idk

my favourite headcanon is that pandora and evan are twins and evan tries to get lily the shovel talk when he meets her for the first time, but actually just ends up half in love with her bc he thinks she’s so cool

speaking of, evan and lily joke that they’re going to run away and elope so that evans name could be evan evans and pandora thinks it’s the funniest thing ever

bonus headcanon that evan is the older twin by a few minutes but pandora tells everyone that she is and he doesn’t correct her

they watched bones and all together and every 5 minutes they would whisper “this is so us” to each other

they absolutely LOVE baking together. they do it at least once a week and they make cookies or cupcakes or something and decorate them like pinterest photos and give them to their friends

they have two shared pinterest boards. one is really cutesy baking ideas and cute room decor inspo and the other is full of quotes abt cannibalism and blood and eating each other whole. they treasure both of these boards equally

lily is the biggest taylor swift fan ever and she makes pandora listen to her songs together. pandora moderately enjoys taylor swift, but will listen to her constantly to please lily. lily’s favourite song is this is me trying and pandora likes cowboy like me

they give each other flowers all the time (notably lilies ofc). pandora can’t stand to watch them die and always presses them and keeps them all in a little notebook with the date they got them

they’re obsessed with biting each other. like not even just during sex, they do it all the time. they’ll be watching a movie and pandora will just reach over and bite lily’s shoulder for fun

their favourite show to watch together is hannibal. they’re crazy about it. they rewatch it all the time to an unhealthy extent

they often say really strange declarations of love to each other in front of other people like “i want to eat you down to the bones” or “i want to rip open your skin and crawl inside your kidneys and sleep in there” and everyone around them just laughs nervously and can’t tell if they’re serious or not

i probably rambled much more than i needed to but i am always very excited to talk!!