#its such a classic song

[liillyliilly]

Once Upon A Nightmare

akaashi keiji x reader words; 1015 synopsis; I am mad at you because I love you but you don’t love me back right now. AKA Once Upon A December with Pianist!Akaashi and Dancer!Reader but with more trauma.

Your fingers brushed over the painted ceramic jars that lined up neatly and nicely on the shelf. Stepping down the large and overwhelming grand staircase of the palace, you couldn’t quite place where you had seen all of this before. But you had seen it, almost as if a thin veil was placed over your eyes and the memories hid behind the sheet, but only could be seen with the sheet over your eyes.

That’s when the piano started to play.

If notes could be seen in the air, then they would've floated around the piano before drifting to your ear, circling your head before wrapping you up tightly and pulling you down the staircase.

A piano made of pure white and seemingly of brilliant stars, the only semblance of color was the small black stripes that dotted along the array of keys. Akaashi pressed down lightly, but yet with enough force to cause sound to erupt from the instrument.

“You’re bad at hiding from people, you know that?” He said, beginning to start the melody of your song. You tried to exit the ballroom, but his music pulled you in, keeping your grounded and wanting to stay right in the center of the music floating around the room.

"You're the best at being found." You retort. He just scoffs.

Hide and seek was a fun game to play, but you always lost to Akaashi. He always found you within 6 minutes. He once said your tell was how you giggled when you thought you had found a particularly clever spot to hide idly by.

It was late at night, outside was inky black. Akaashi was wearing his concert black. You were dressed in a long ballroom gown, also pitch black. The night, you and Akaashi stood out in the ballroom made of glistening white tiles. White diamond chandeliers. White romantic wallpapers. White snow littering the ground outside. Mid-December was always your favorite part of the year. You can't remember why, but you know there's a why somewhere.

You stepped forward twice, before leaning on your back foot and doing a small twirl. Akaashi began the song, his fingers gliding over the keys and creating melancholic noise. You chuckled a little when he stumbled over the bridge of the song, but he made up for it by going faster in the second chorus.

Your teacher always got mad at him when he did that. Speeding up after a mistake always made the mistake worse in the end.

But to you, any mistake he makes doesn't feel like anything ever went wrong. An on purpose error.

It might have been an odd sight to anyone who might have walked into the ballroom. But to you and Akaashi, it was just you two versus the quiet muffling of snow outside, encasing the pair of you into the broken-down palace. You were dancing with yourself, arms held up in the right position for someone else to lead but you continued to spin and twist with the beat of the song.

Your teacher made you and Akaashi dance together once. When Akaashi kept fumbling his path on the piano chords. The teacher shoved him off the bench and told him to dance with you. He wasn't the best partner to dance with, but he never stepped on your feet. Never.

Akaashi tried his best to keep his eyes on the piano, playing the song from his muscle memory. But it couldn’t be helped as he often glanced up to see you smiling to yourself as you danced around the width and length of the paneled flooring. Your shoes tapping against the glossy ground, and Akaashi’s heart pounding in his chest as he tries to pretend, that he isn’t affected by the way you move or the way you smile, or even the way your hair looks.

A skipped key made you lose track of your steps. So you paused.

“You messed up, the beat goes two, two, three. Not two, two, four.” You critiqued, before brushing off your dress. Akaashi scoffs before slamming his hands against the keys to create a screeching sound of agony come from the piano.

You react by stepping away from him, despite being already so far away. You hug yourself to self-soothe. His anger was too loud. You don't remember that.

“I was never good enough for you, was I?” Akaashi stood up from the piano, the force of his movement throwing the chair back with a thundering cry to the ground. The yellow rose tucked into his suit jacket fell down and onto the ground, he accidentally stepped on it as he approached you.

Akaashi wished he could sweep you into his arms. He missed you. Not this shell of you. It was fine the first month of recovery, but it had been nearly a year since the car slipped on the ice. Nearly a year since he had to drive to the hospital to yell at your teacher for making you go to a last minute competition.

“No. I was never good enough for you. I’m too slow and I stumble when the music isn’t played perfectly Keiji, you know that. You were always and have always been adaptable to accidents or changes, but I'm a stubborn ass when it comes to changing things up.” You stopped in your tracks.

He got closer with each word you had spoken. Face to face now, you could smell his overwhelming minty cologne. Peppermint, your favorite candy.

“That’s not how it was, Y/n. That’s never how it was. Your concussion messed everything up. Your memories are blurred and slurred together.” Akaashi tugs at his hair in a fit of upset. You reached out to him, trying to console him with your touch on his arm. He rips his arm away from your reach, fire glowing in his eyes.

“I wish that I had never met you.” What he really wished for was that your accident had never happened, that way, maybe you would have remembered him as your boyfriend rather than just your pianist.

[detectivehole]

when the beat drops or whatever tf you call it in classical music in Danse Macabre Op.04 Camille Saint-Saëns (1875)

[manichewitz]

why is it that 90% of criticism of the song of achilles just boils down to not accepting the conventions of romance as a genre and wanting it to simply be a different book than what it is? because seriously if you can’t get with the fact that the song of achilles is a queer romance story first and a retelling of the iliad second you’re never gonna make a criticism of it that’s interesting to me. if i wanted to read a book that was accurate to the source material then i would just read the iliad. if i wanted to read a queer romance unfolding on the backdrop of a mythical war i would read the song of achilles. if you dont understand the difference between those two things then your beef with that book is just a waste of time to me

[littleplantfreak]

'When', not 'if'

("I'm not a romantic" I cry and scream before dropping the most sickening thing i've written to date. Blame @stunie because i did tell her i would write the most ume thing ever and maybe this is it. The title in my docs for it is 'Fucking disgusting' but i figured i better not title it that here because I'd be seeing it in my notifs lmaoo)

SFW/no cw unless you hate fluff

When you wake up from your nap, one of your slippers is gone, and there's a blanket on you that wasn't there prior. Looking at the clock, it's been about an hour since everyone had left your apartment once your birthday party ended. The day as a whole had been chaotic, your boyfriend shoving you out the door with a note to go see Kotoha.

The note took you farther than that, though, as it seemed Umemiya created a whole scavenger hunt for your birthday that had you running into all of your friends, having dessert at your favorite cafe, and eventually ending up at your shared apartment to find that all that time spent around town was a distraction so that he could set up the space for your party. After it had ended, you were banished to the couch because princesses aren't allowed to help clean up their own birthday parties, which had you huffing and falling face down into the chicken shaped pillow affectionately called Mr.Clucky.

It was a product of your boyfriend's endless cycle of hobbies when he took up sewing. A little lopsided and overfilled with stuffing, you complained to and into Mr.Clucky with your face pressed into him. Apparently, he was soft enough to fall asleep on because before you knew it, you had been drooling on him the entire hour. Prying yourself off the couch took more effort than was almost worth it before your eyes fell on the reason you were so tired to begin with.

Hajime smiles and hums looking at your bleary eyes. "Good morning sunshine, I was just about to take you to bed," he says, folding a dish towel over a chair. You toss off the blanket and grab on the slipper that fell under the living room table before padding up to him. Dipping your hands under both of his arms to lock them together behind him, now your face is in his chest instead of the chicken, which is entirely preferred.

"Don't wanna go to bed just yet," you muffle, sinking even deeper into him when both of his arms wrap around you in support. He smells like dish soap and birthday cake, and you turn your head to hear the heartbeat in his chest.

"What do you wanna do lovey? You know I'd give you the world if you asked," you can hear the rumble of his voice in his chest with your pressed ear. He's cheesy, but half asleep, you feel just as much, if not cheesier.

"I have the world if I have you, they're one in the same. So just you is more than fine." Your eyes are closed, but you feel him shiver a little. "I wanna dance with you, though," you say, voice still soft and kinda raspy from sleep.

"Dunno if I can top what you just said even when I propose," he chokes out a laugh, or at least you think it's one. He shifts his hold a bit and starts leading you both in a lazy sway that starts near the toaster and ends next to the potted plant at the back door before starting over.

"When? Not if?" You tease him, a hand going to scratch the nape of his neck lightly.

"I'll never meet another you, so I'm pretty set on When."

"I'll say yes." Because you will. You can't imagine a life where you wouldn't.

"And I'll still cry when you do." You can tell he's crying now because it comes out shaky and his hold tightens a bit, before you lean back, stopping your impromptu waltz. Both of your hands come up to cup his face and look at his teary grey eyes before cooing at him.

"You big baby! Save those tears for When please. You'll be congested and sniffley all night if you don't stop." You start cleaning off his face with your sleeve, but he stops one of your hands and starts peppering your palm and wrist with small kisses. "I think I'm ready for bed now. Princess's orders," you say, dragging him towards your bedroom. You'll have to figure out tomorrow just how soon When is going to be, but for now you can hear the slow thumps of Hajime's steps as he follows behind you, squeezing your connected hand. It's not pressing in the least, you think, because it feels like there will be plenty of tomorrows too.

-----

When you wake up in the morning, it takes you an hour to realize Hajime had put the ring on your finger while you were asleep.

It takes you five minutes to run through town in your pajamas, barefoot to find and full on tackle him in front of the place he was about to get your breakfast in.

And it takes about two minutes of unintelligible blubbering on both your parts before anyone understands what is going on.

No one timed it, but if they did, it would've taken less than ten minutes for the whole town to find out via texts, calls, and yells down the streets and through windows that you're engaged.

[koodless]

Protomen, mostly Megaman and small notes on Proto

I saw in the live concert videos of their performance, and I keep seeing them use a keytar when killing proto. I thought of incorporating it (though it might just be like ahh object on stage that is cool, you will be used in performance art) but also is so cool. So, in this case, it can be used as a weapon latched to the arm, as a cannon, and switches to the other side for close range/hand-to-hand combat with a sharp edge.

also some notes on Proto, on what he looks like, with cut-up hair/ looking rugged, no face just helmet, or if it's just mysterious

[weepingalaxy]

a couple years ago, i was told that i would be a miracle. something theoretical i guess.

[polarf0x]

Dec.

"The rain won't stop pouring down this December."

Song by Kanaria. Original cover art by LAM.

I saw this art on a pixiv a month earlier, and I couldn't help but have some associations in my head. It wasn't until the day before yesterday that I heard the song for which this art was drawn that I was inspired and decided to parody the art to Nemu-san. Lam-san's style and Kanaria-san's music... It was definitely a pleasant experience!

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

The 7 + Nico and Will watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show thinking it's a horror movie and being hella awkward when literally anything happens

[antigonenikk]

Eugene/Merriell

"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown."

[whaliiwatching]

ur lesbian noirpunk fanart has rotted a hole right through my brain they remind me so much rio romeo's entire discography

same brain, anon—i got romeo on loop!!

[micamicster]

Bruce Springsteen's fourth album DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN as Penguin Classics (series): Andrew Wyeth / Alan Stephens Foster / John James Audubon / Edward Hopper / Cy Twombly / Robert Hodgell / Kiyoshi Asai / Adolphe Sunaert / Alexander Louis Leloir / Pablo Picasso

[nmoroder]

zombiezombiezombie

[thedolsideblog]

blythe playlist when 👁

FUNNY YOU SHOULD SAY THAT me and wreck actually talked about a blythe ~vibes~ playlist and honest to god all the song is just really pathetic devotion and worship. i remade it with my contributions so enjoy. more will be added in the future. ☝️😁

as for blythe's OWN playlist.....search up any and all rock playlist and thats basically his music taste. hes very predictable sometimes.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Do you think Wei wuxian listens to weezer?

I don't know...I don't know...I really don't know.....

[birdricks]

completely forgot to post this stupid shit i spent hours on

[begun-to-blur]

what is it about hannibal that gets such a death grip over all of us... like yes i adore the show, yes every time i watch it i notice something new, yes there's a million beautiful interpretations ... but that doesn't really explain why it comes up in my mind multiple times daily. everything can and will be a hannibal reference.