#like you can still get away with saying things like i like tchaikovsky but if you mention mahler? you know your shit. you like HAVE to.

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

remember the time when hannibal and will "cooked" freddie together and "ate" her with mahler playing in the background? yeah.

[judesmoonbeauty]

IkeVil Act 2 Prologue Thoughts & Theories

This will contain spoilers, and some 18+ remarks at the end, so MDNI. Please see under the cut. As usual, these are just my thoughts and feelings.This is a word salad. And not that this is important or anything, but I was totally listening to Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake while writing this.

My first thought is: That's it?! With the Act 1 prologue being as long as it is, and even with other IkeSeries games like Pri, I felt it was too short. I was expecting and wanting more. Perhaps, Cybird will release more later, but I doubt it. Seems that they are keeping Vogel underwraps as much as they can. Less is more, maybe that's what they were thinking?

Next: The spotlight is on Vogel (as it should be), since they're apparently debuting with Roger's route. We're excited to meet them, still I didn't like that other than Victor and Harry (with his two lines of actual dialogue), no other Crown members had any lines. Their sprites just pop up (sans William because he's away per Victor), to show that they were present. Where is that amazing stare-off that went down in Roger's PV?

Tell me this wasn't it! Hopefully, we get more of their first meeting within the first chapter of each of their main stories. Which leads me to......

When Act 2 Takes Place: It takes place a week after Kate's tenure of being the Fairytale Keeper begins, and honestly, I LOVE that. We need a change of pace. Now, don’t get me twisted, there's nothing wrong with seeing her start her journey from the very beginning, but consider:

Act 2 is supposed to delve deeper into the topic of the Curse itself from what I understand. If that's the case, we need to move things along. It would make storytelling easier (I feel), if Kate has already spent a week with the villains and isn't completely ignorant about curses.

Also, we're moving further along in the routes, which tend to become progressively darker with each route passing (my opinion), not starting from the day after she arrives at the Castle will allow the writers to delve deeper into things, and give us more chapters for - hopefully - more lore.

I mean when Roger's route finally releases, I'd expect maybe some flashbacks in chapter one of the night after Kate bumps into them on their mission, and then she agrees to be his assistant. I don't personally want an entire chapter or three of that, and I would love to see Kate already with a week's worth of experience of working with Jude & Ellis (when Jude's route releases). I want her to be someone who is already capable, not stumbling around with (How do I prove myself?), we already know how she needs to do this, as she's demonstrated in their events. Let's skip that and get to the good stuff. Now about the new meat on the market.....

Darius: Well, we all know that we can't trust him, and he's super interested in William for some reason. I'd love to see that meeting happen. His disappointed face made me chuckle when he was told that William was away, and you can clearly tell that he isn't a fan of Victor. WHY?? Is it the scones? Is it because Victor keeps his precious Cursed babies safe from those who may try to destroy his family? Can't wait for the explanation, because as Victor has said in the past, he doesn't want his time with Crown to end, and Darius seems like the one who is going to end it. I know Darius hasn't done anything yet, but I feel like I need to say this: Don't be mean to Vivi!

He seems to be focused on recruiting other cursed members into his "family", and his vision of the cursed and non-cursed joing hands together and work alongside each other (so he says).

He seems to be the big-bad (Gilbert tragic backstory vibes from this one?), I could be wrong, but that's what my gut tells me. I mean they all have one, but I feel like his is going to be twisted. A type that I am weak for.....so I am trying not to look at him at all.

Anyways....He's certainly angelic looking, and because he's wearing such an obviously painted smile, I would like to see him irked (not that I hate his character or anything), I just think it'd be funny as hell to see a blood vessel pop up on his forehead.

Nica: Right, Nica is gorgeous and he is the one I look forward to the most out of the three. His sprite has teeth when it's a full smile (congrats, my man), and a part from him making a comment that he's happy that Kate is present because he doesn't want to be stuck with a bunch of guys, he's very sharp.

He discerned by himself the real reason why she was at the castle. Also, he seems to love money and power....my other weaknesses are men who enjoy those things (stares at Jude & Silvio).....he doesn't seem to have a tyrant attitude, but I look forward to learning more about him.

Also, I have a theory I believe he may be involved with Roger's betrayal of Ellis' cursed predecessor. In Roger's main route preview:

Roger: Oh, me and…..this person……We aren’t friends. This person and I are strangers.

Mysterious Youth: ….Thank you. - “That’s enough”. (screen shakes)

Now, this could be Ring, but I think it's Nica also because of the relationship chart. I re-read the relationship chart. .

So, it'll be interesting to see how this plays out and how off I am. On to our darling......

Ring: Beloved, sweet, cold, blunt and Disney Princess Ring. He is the next villain I look forward to the most. I mean, a shared cursed ability with your twin? Moody emo vibes? Adorably quiet and strong? Please, I love him and want to cuddle him. Not to mention that skin-tight, black turtle neck....yummy. A part from this, Ring doesn't seem to like making speculations based on limited information, and I appreciate that about him. I think it's also notable that is very upfront with everyone at Crown, that if they try to harm Vogel, he won't sit quietly. Love a man of action. My question is: Why is he Darius' puppet, but not Nica? Ok, last but not least......

Sprite Designs: As usual, Nana-sensei has incorporated symbolism of their fairytale group into their clothing with lots of sharp edges. Personally, I love her art style over all, I think it's beautiful. Of note, Darius has a feather as his belt buckle and I quite like that. His brooch on his neck is the recognizable symbol of Vogel (seems like a swan's head with feathers to me), and the brooch on his floofy coat looks like the face of a swan staring at me. *Ahem* And I think his little neck window could be bigger....just saying.

Nica & Ring both have identical tassels, although they are different colors. One of their tassels likewise feature the symbol of Vogel, but the other looks like cross-hatch marks(?) Feathers(?). They apparently share the same curse, perhaps it represents their shared cursed since they are connected as twins??

They also share swan-faced holster clasps. The one on Nica holds his gun holster, and Ring's holds a book holster (?).....it looks like a book holster. Is it a book about flowers? I mean, it could be a snack pouch, but really it looks like a book holster to me. Just saying.....

Last, but not least, Nica's rings. My first thought: That's hot as hell. Next thought: Shit it's going to hurt like hell when he fingers Kate. This entire time I've been worried over William's and Jude's long ass fingernails cutting Kate up when they enter her, but this this amount of rings (assuming he doesn't remove them), that's going to scrape her so much inside. They're like a toture device.....wait.....maybe he's a sadist too? Oohh, yay if he is! Either way, he is a fan a jewelry.

Well, that's it. There's a ton more that I could write about, but I'm sleepy and I'm rambling.

[Master Lists]

[nalesnik-z-morela]

Why is Aziraphale a hobbit?

Enjoys food very much

English vibes™

Has much circle-shaped stuff at his place (the entrance corridor, the main place where the ball was, the inside balconies of the 2nd floor, the spiral stairs)

Can't or simply doesn't want to catch up on things that go quickly with time (like fashion or technology), sticks to what he already knows, believes in old systems

Not only old-fashioned, he's simply satisfied with what he has and doesn't need new stuff or ideas

Has his favourite set of colours and will stick to it all life long

Uses stimulants

Probably doesn't like so called adventures

Loves his cozy home

Tries to be kind at all costs when he's talking to others

But at the same time cares the most about his own business (the Tchaikovsky record is to him what the spoons are to Lobelia)

Enjoys music so, so, so much (pls somebody show him this hobbit band)

If you still aren't convinced, watch The Drunk Scene. He's basically a hobbit. THAT'S ineffable.

Anyway here's more:

Why does Aziraphale remind me specifically of Bilbo Baggins?

There and back again (IM SORRY)

Likes to socialize once in a while, still manages to be socially awkward af

Can't tell his unexpected guests to get tf out

Has questionable moral system

Says dramatic and/or noble lines (Aziraphale: "Welcome to the end times", Bilbo about sitting at the door)

Gets attached to objects and takes care of them

Keeps managable mess around him

Daydreams but won't admit it (unless unconchously bc he's also naive and his mind drifts away fast)

Would be dramatic about forgeting his tissue

Forgets basic stuff when in stressful situation (Aziraphale and his books in 1941 explosion, Bilbo and the tissue)

Gets very much excited about specific things that are nostalgic to him (Azi when The Clues, Bilbo when Gandalf's fireworks)

Tries to be polite more than he can be

The way he breaks when at the limit of social skills and/or managing stimuluses (Aziraphale ringing that bell so everyone shuts up, Bilbo swearing at the dwarves when they start to place their orders about food)

Kinda does magic and thinks that's epic (Aziraphale doing magic tricks, Bilbo fkn disappearing in front of everyone)

Pays attention to words, remembers details and points them out when necessary (Aziraphale "but is it ineffable?", Bilbo and his fourteenth part of the treasure)

Down bad for bribery but only when all other means let down

Just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing (liking even?)

Other Aziraphale-Bilbo paralels that don't really add much:

Has a sword

Has a ring and carries it everywhere with himself

Has a grumpy friend who likes gloomy aesthetic

Long-lived (kind of)

Both ace and gay communities consider him theirs, although he doesn't work like this at all and probably wouldn't even get the concept of orientation at first

Probably thinks he looks cool in his reading glasses (i'm not sure if Bilbo has such but i like to think that way)

That's already a litany and i don't want to write a whole essay. I promise that there are more such characteristics, those will have to be enough for you now. And if they aren't just open those two books.

To sum everything up, considering all mentioned traits and my own experience, i surely can place a statement that all three of us are neurodivergents, thank you very much.

[meowtwinkles]

haii do u think you have any hcs for little or cg frederick </33

♡ Ooh Frederick's an interesting take. I couldn't really decide so I picked both cg and little headcanons for him!

This one's longer than my usual posts. I got too carried away. Well oopsie :']

Frederick as a CAREGIVER

♡ Frederick is a very kind and patient caregiver. Although he can't get rid of his stress and aches, he would drop everything just to take care of his little one.

♡ Expect lots and lots of singing! He will humm a soothing melody to his little as they sleep in a fancy yet cozy bed/crib he bought specially for them.

"I can see your cute little smile~ Do you love this song? wanna sing along with papa?"

♡ Gentle and cautious when it's playtime. He does get worried if his little gets into a small accident. Frederick gets pretty dramatic after seeing such a small cut on a knee...

♡ wanna play on his piano? Go for it! He'll teach the little ones how to play twinkle twinkle :)

♡ He'll let them eat anything they want as long as its not difficult to chew (he will cut it and feed it to them otherwise) its a not a big thing to worry about but it still upsets the man.

♡ He plays Schubert's weigenlied to put their little one to sleep!

"D-did you play near the race course? You got mud over your pretty pajamas! Oh Mon ange, I'm not mad at you, never gonna be mad at you... just tell me you want to play here instead so that I can prepare your outdoor toys and clothes."

As a LITTLE

♡ Poor baby hates silence. Its easy for him to slip into little space whenever he's in an empty room for the whole day. But at the same time, overwhelming crowds make him anxious and the unwanted voices in his head keeps flooding back.

♡ Luchino was the first to witness Frederick's regression. He stumbled upon Frederick all wrapped in a soft golden blanket, looking sad and dishevelled.

♡ Frederick is baby. (1-4 years old) he hides his pacifiers and baby bottles in a safe place behind all his manuscripts that the other survivors wouldn't dare try to touch.

♡ He feels like crying if his tuning forks go missing or destroyed.

"Don't look.. please go away"

♡ The professor hesitates leaving Frederick. He notices the small things about the composer that revealed everything Luchino needed to know.

♡ Frederick doesn't say a word. He just makes small noises that seems to make the other man scratch his head. After a moment of thinking, Luchino picks Little Frederick with ease and cradles him close in his arms.

"Va... vat.. papa..?"

♡Eventually, he explains everything to Luchino once he's out of little space and Luchino feels honored to be Frederick's first caregiver!

♡ This makes frederick wonder how the other survivors and hunters would react to his regression. Would orpheus read him stories to bed? Will Antonio play him some Tchaikovsky to sleep? All these scenarios play in his head as he squeezes his little horse stuffie.

[yinnina]

𝐈

After the ceremony was over, and after everyone found out that Yuu was powerless, everyone was led to their respective dorms by their housewarden.

"This will be your new home. You are to follow all the rules," he glared at us, and most of the first years, knowing that they didn't want trouble, decided to listen, "you are to be in your rooms by bedtime, if you decide to break any rule, it will be off with your head, am I clear?"

All the students nodded, and once he was away from our view, everyone started talking, "No way he is really that strict..."

I sighed, leaving them behind and entering my room. The room wasn't huge, but it was big enough for me to fit my stuff and decorate it to my liking, or at least as much as I could decorate with the rules still applying. As I set my stuff where they belonged, I remember the ceremony.

From Grim trying to burn us alive, to Yuu being magic-less, and yet he was still able to enter the academy. It surprised me that Yuu was allowed in, but somehow, he just was.

I sighed, there were also a few new faces. I learned that my housewarden was named Riddle, and by overheating a few other students, I quickly learned the names of other housewardens.

Octavinelle's was Azul, a guy who enjoys making contracts . Scarabia was known for having Kalim, a bright, young boy as their leader. Pomefiore's head was named Vil, and you could say that he was pretty strict with beauty rules. Ignihyde's housewarden was named Idia, and he wouldn't usually be seen in crowded areas, and would rather talk through an iPad. Diasomnia was led by a guy named Malleus, and by the looks of it, he was almost never invited to anything.

There was also this other dorm, Savanaclaw, which was led by a man named Leona. It surprised me when I heard that he was royal, and from the nearby kingdom called Sunset Savannah, which meant that he was part lion.

It didn't shock me in a bad way, it just made me raise an eyebrow, more or so because it was rare. I had seen a couple of people that were part animals, but it wasn't an everyday thing, especially since I was always either stuck inside the castle, which the people back home called The Temple Of Blood, or inside my room, studying on some sort of topic during free hours while in school.

I was done unpacking, which wasn't much other than the clothes I was given, placing my uniform for tomorrow in the front of my closet, etc. It wasn't until a little later that I saw the violin laying on the corner of my room.

'Weird. I didn't even notice it... Oh well, what can be done about that other than playing the instrument?'

And without hesitation, I picked up the four string instrument, placing my chin on the chin rest and holding the bow on my right hand. I quickly tuned the violin, making sure that it sounded right without any failure.

I didn't have any particular song in mind, and knowing that I was given the room that had the thickest walls since I was a girl, I decided to play Swan Lake, by Tchaikovsky. For someone to know how to play an instrument was extremely common in my home land, and you could hear the tone of music all around the streets, you could also see a teacher or a parent teaching a young child how to play an instrument.

Even in the heat of the lands, orchestra instruments were preserved in a special room provided by my family. If there was one thing that we completely believe should be valued, it is the music that one can play.

I had memorized the music, so it wasn't all that hard, but what surprised me was that the instrument looked and sounded rather new, so I guessed that it was really taken care of, or it truly was brand new.

After I was done, I made sure to untighten the bow, and place the instrument safely back into its case. I sat on my bed for a while, thinking of a way to pass time, but nothing other than walk around and explore came to my mind. "It's getting dark, but no one will know I was even out."

I walked around, and don't get me wrong, the place was pretty, but it was rather boring. I was alone the whole time, so there was no one I could talk to, and the only place I had left to explore was the botanical garden.

Upon entering the place, I noticed that the flowers held a strong scent, but pleasant for the nostrils. I looked around the place, and noticed that the whole garden was abandoned at the moment, and while I was walking around the area, I noticed that on the floor, or rather grass that was under a tree, there laid a chessboard.

The pieces were placed on the correct order where they belonged, but one single piece was moved. The white pawn in E-Two was moved to E-four, and since I noticed that no one had played against them, I moved my black pawn from E-Seven to E-five.

I didn't do anything afterwards, not like I could when the other player hasn't moved, and decided to leave it at that. I returned back to the dorm before supper, and I did notice that most of my dorm mates had left already, only very few staying behind to chat.

I was no different from the ones that left, and once I entered the cafeteria, I noticed the small wave that Yuu gave me. I approached both him and Grim, greeting them as the small animal rambled on about his complaint. It surprised me that he was still here, but then again, the headmage looked like he would let anyone in.

"[Y/N]! Can you believe it? They ran out of sweets! The only reason I'm here is completely gone! Gone into the stomachs of other pests!"

My sweat dropped, "Pests? Sure... Anyways, how is it going so far?"

Yuu sighed, "The dorm looks like it is about to fall off, and somehow he was allowed in the academy."

"I can tell," I chuckled, "I'm surprised that he was even given his own little bow tie."

But Grim didn't listen to a word I had said, he was too focused on the situation with the sweets. Yuu, on the other hand, informed me about the current dorm they were staying in, Ramshackle dorm, and how it is hunted by ghosts and now have to renovate it all by themselves.

"Don't sweat it. I'll probably come by someday and help you," I gave him a closed-eye smile, and Yuu instantly brightened up at the thought, "but of course, I'll need something in return."

"I got my hopes up for nothing," he sulked. "I need—"

"Are you even listening?! My poor babies are gone!" Grim interrupted me, crying about the desert he wanted. I sighed and whispered in a low, sweet voice, "I'll tell you later."

I got up from my seat, approaching the stand that sold food, but was soon pushed out of the way by a boy. "Running late!" He screamed, and I was a little startled.

The boy had dark roots that faced into blonde, wore black leather jacket on top of an oversized shirt, jeans and some boots. I couldn't really see what was wrapped around his neck, but I could tell it was an orange tone yellow, and he also had animal ears on top of his head.

I clearly was in a rush to get somewhere, and he looked to be carrying some types, probably food. I didn't try to run after him, it wasn't my business what he did.

I sighed in frustration and made my way to the cafe to buy something. "Anything I could help you with?" Asked a boy with glasses, the same guy I saw at the ceremony.

"Anything that has lots of sugar, I'm kind of in need to shut someone up."

He nodded, quickly grabbing a cup of tea, "It is the best we have, sorry. It always is busy, so items run out fast when you aren't here early, especially on ceremonies or special events."

I rubbed my temples, thanking him as I took the cup away from his hand. After I was done paying for the drink, I immediately took it back to the cat-like mage, placing it in front of him. "What am I supposed to do with this?!"

"Drink it and shut up," I offered him a closed eye smile, which shut him up right away. He started drinking, sulking while me and Yuu went back to talking. He soon told me that he would head back to the dorm to try and get some sleep before his first class.

"We won't see each other. I already have my schedule assigned, and considering I'm a third year, we clearly won't have any classes together unless they're extra curricula."

"Huh?! What are your classes? Maybe we do have some together!"

"It's really tight... I have homeroom in classroom 3-A. Humanities come for the first period, and it alternates between History of Magic and Animal Languages. Science also alternates between alchemy, astrology, biology and magical potions."

"Wow-that really is a tight schedule..."

I sighed, "that's not even third period yet. Next I have mathematics, which I decided to take advanced calculus and advanced statistics. Then magic will transition to practical magic, magic analysis, ancient curses, conjuration and defense magic. I also have physical education, flying and swimming, but then again, everyone has it. Oh! I also took an extra classes!"

"Really? Which one?"

"Music! I'm glad there was an option for that one," I smiled brightly, and Yuu chuckled at my face.

"I have the same classes as you, but it's less packed, and I have a different type of math class. But I will probably see you around, in between classes."

"Did you and Grim get classes together?"

Yuu sighed in frustration, "All of them."

I laughed as my sweat dropped. This poor kid was really about to go through a rough year. "I'm sure we could meet up during free time. I say we could always meet in the botanical garden in case of any emergency."

Yuu nodded, telling Grim, who was still mad at the incident with the sweets, that they should start heading back to their corresponding dorm and maybe sleep. Grim tried telling him off by saying that he was starving, but Yuu didn't listen and dragged him away.

I just stood there, waving at them and watching them walk away. I sighed and passed my hand through my hair as I stood from my seat, walking towards the botanical garden, back to the same spot that I found the chessboard in.

Nothing had changed, and I didn't know what exactly I had expected, for a piece to magically move? I couldn't really tell, all I knew is that I expected something more than that.

I let out a small yawn, signifying that it was now my cue to leave the place, and probably just relax on my bed until I fell asleep. I approached the dormitory, hearing whispers from a few boys, but due to how tired I was, I didn't pay any attention to them, only caring about finally closing my eyes at peace.

I entered my room and locked the door as I changed onto my pajamas, which I chose randomly due to the fact that I was on the verge of falling asleep on the cold floor, only holding back because that blanket really looked warm and fuzzy.

I turned off all the lights in my room and calmly walked to the bed, drifting to sleep as my eyelids closed heavily.

'Maybe I over-did it today.'

[daveslutstaine]

It's been a while since I've made a proper blog post (and this is a music blog after all), so here is a band I've been wanting to talk about for a while. I never thought I would enjoy ambiance music, but this band made their way into my heart. Ladies and gents, I present to you all, Love Spirals Downwards

Beginning with their first album, and the first one I listened to by them, Idylls.

Shades of blue, the images of crashing waves, the rippling of water, immense cliffs overlooking the vast oceans, these are the images I get when I listen to Idylls. The first thing I noticed during my first listen of the album is the simple riff that starts off the first track and the calming effect it had on me. LSDs' founding member, Ryan Lum, has a talent for writing music that makes me feel like I'm floating through the air over open fields on a downcast day. The music is greatly complimented by their beautiful singer Suzanne Perry, with her ethereal voice further placing me under the music's spell. Even when she sings complete nonsense, I find myself feeling the music deep within my heart. Speaking of the lyrics, a lot of the songs have nonsensical lyrics or they are poems that, to my knowledge, Suzanne wanted to use as lyrics for LSDs' songs. In terms of my favorite songs they are: "Illusory Me", "Scatter January", "Stir About The Stars", "Drops, Rain, and Sea", and "And The Wood Comes Into Leaf".

The next album is one that I have been playing a lot lately, so much so that I can safely say that it is my favorite album by Love Spirals Downwards.

Ador by Love Spirals Downwards has been playing both in my head and on my phone for over a month now. This album is like lying in the middle of room with sunbeams and swirls of pink and white dancing all around me. Lums' guitar does its magic in transporting me to a different place, while Perry's angelic voice continues to enchant me. The opening song "Will You Fade" truly made me feel as though I were fading away into a different world. The next song titled "Sidhe" is one of my favorites! Though the lyrics are the lyrics of another song on this album played backwards, I still adore it. It almost feels like an ancient chant that's been lost to time. I remember at one point trying to search up the lyrics because I actually thought that that was the case. It just feels like something that's been forgotten, only to be rediscovered and brought to life by Lums' music and Perry's voice. And on the topic of songs that make me go AAAAAAA, the song "Avincenna" is my favorite on this album. Listening to it makes me feel as though I caught a glimpse of Heaven itself. The lyrics are Psalm 119, which is incredibly fitting considering that this song almost sounds like "Hymn of The Cherubim" by Tchaikovsky. It is much shorter than Psalm 119 since they had to condense it in order for it to fit the song, but the message and emotions it invokes is the still the same. Other songs I love are "Depression Glass" and "Write In Water". Overall it's a really good album if you want something calm but full of emotion to listen to! I cannot recommend it enough!!!

Next up is an album that I don't reach for a lot, but it's enjoyable nonetheless! This is Ever

This album seems to get pushed to the background a lot, and after giving it another, more focused listen, I think I found the reason why. It's not a bad album, but from my perspective, it's just doomed to live in the shadows of their more popular works like Flux. Maybe people see it as Flux Lite, especially since the opening track titled El Pedregal does sound like it would be better suited for Flux. Same can be said for Madras. That song almost sounds like Nova. The rest of the album sounds so toned down in comparison to the two previous albums. There's more acoustic songs on Ever than on Idylls or Ador, and Flux doesn't have many acoustic songs on it either. I will say, the inclusion of the acoustic songs on this album doesn't automatically make it a bad album. I do enjoy "Sideways Forest" and "Cay at Dawn", along with other songs on this album, but it's definitely a more chill and less energetic album. Though it lacks that feeling of an ancient and forgotten era that the first two albums have, I would still recommend giving it a shot.

And now on to their final album, the ever popular Flux

This is the album in which the industrial vibes hit you full force. Beginning with the opening track titled "City Moon", the album gives off the sensation of blurred city lights on a rainy evening. It almost feels like walking in a big city, with the whole world disappearing around you as the music envelops your senses. At least that's how it comes across to me. It's a simple track, with Perry's voice seemingly fading into the background, like a siren's call that's just barely audible. The instrumentals paint most of the picture, with a clean yet pleasant guitar sound to tie everything together. The next track, "Alicia", to me feels like a continuation of "City Moon". The feelings in the song are nearly identical, with the only difference being Perry's more prominent vocals in this song than the previous one. From there we find ourselves listening to "Sound of Waves", a song with made with all the hallmarks of a LSD song with a hint of a futuristic tone to it. This trend continues with the next song "Psyche", which interestingly enough is sung by Suzanne's sister, Kristen Perry. Little fun fact, Kristen was originally going to be the vocalist for LSD, but she never did end up being the voice of LSD. It's so fascinating to hear her sing in this band. Her voice is lower than that of Suzanne's, but for "Psyche", it's oddly fitting. And now I can finally talk about my favorite song on the album, and that is "Nova". This song truly captures the industrial feeling of the whole album, with the classic LSD dreampop sound, accompanied by an incessant, monotone beeping sound that to some people may be unpleasant, but I like personally enjoy it. It gives off the impression of concrete, machinery, and green light. Even Perry's distorted vocals work fantastically here. She sounds as though she were a beacon of hope out of the oppressive grey by being the green light guiding me out of there. It's a strange song for Love Spirals Downwards, but it's my favorite for that reason. "By Your Side" and "Ring" break that setting and go back to the city type feeling, with Kristen Perry back on vocals for "Ring". "Ring" is interesting to me in that there's this underlying anger to that song. Now I fully understand that that's probably just me misplacing an emotion onto that song, but I don't know. I guess it's just the way Kristen sings on this song, but something, something on this song gives off that impression. Maybe it's just me, but I don't know. "I'll Always Love You" is definitely the most calming track on this album. It sounds like something that would play in the background of those diner paintings, if that makes any sense? It's also kind of a grey looking song, but the hints of blue make up for that. I actually enjoy listening to it on rainy days since that's what it looks like to me. And lastly, we have "Sunset Bell", ending with a song that's a mixture of classic LSD and the futuristic vibes of Flux. More distorted vocals, but with the background more focused on the sounds from Ardor. It's a beautiful song that balances the ancient with the modern in a lovely way, and I love it immensely for that!

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed my unintelligible ramblings and hope you guys give LSD a shot some time! See ya!

[omo-robin]

Character A is an opera singer. Once he has to play the main role in Tchaikovsky's opera "The Queen of Spades". But he has one problem. He really wants to pee. Maybe he drank too much water, maybe the traffic was bad and he barely had time to change, let alone his needs, or maybe it wasn't that bad at first, but their conductor was late and now it's a BIG problem.

Anyway, our character is now walking around the stage in front of a thousand people with a bladder too full to be comfortable. Our A says: "Screw it. I will sing even if this stupid theater falls on my head. And some pee won't stop me. the show must go on tonight!" and he sings Herman's high tenor parts as if nothing had happened. While he trying desperately not to pee in his suit. There's no potty dance, or hands. Only willpower and muscle power.

Bonus points if they use Herman's nervous walking to help them hold on. Still subtle enough that neither the audience nor colleagues understand anything. Maybe other singers will notice that they are more tense than usual, but they will write it off as the forgotten words of the aria.

When things get close to an accident, they simply zip up this long Napoleon-style coat and let it go while praying to all the gods who can hear that the suit will hide their mess.

In musical theater, even the nearest audience sits quite far from the stage, so they can get away with it. Other singers? There's no chance. What will the other characters do? They will break the masquerade and

1) they will laugh

2) they will freeze like deer in the headlights

3) they will loudly ask what the hell is happening here (maybe they wanted to whisper, but forgot the microphone)

or they will not disrupt the masquerade, but will lose their song for a second, and will continue to sing, throwing inquiring or worried looks at A. It is especially amusing to think of Elizabeth's reaction in the cuddle scene at the first act and the reaction of the Countess's ghost in the third act. Probably A's pee will get on them, and the poor ladies will need everything they've got to keep from breaking the masquerade!

Double bonus points if the conductor's tardiness left character B with a ruptured bladder too. A's accident pushes them over the edge. But unlike A, they break the masquerade and run off the stage. Leaving character A, still pissing, and characters C and D to improvise and explain to the viewer B's sudden escape without anyone realizing that it was unplanned.

Thinking of the baritone singing the Count Tomsky's ballad and running off the stage in the middle of the aria. Leaving our poor tenor A, tenor C and bass D to explain to the viewer what's going on. I can imagine how they sing: "how quickly the thunderstorm came, it would be better to be in time home." a few scenes ahead of time without the special effects of a thunderstorm and run in backstage. fun! now characters A and B must go and tell the very disgruntled costumers that they ruined their costumes and find new ones as quickly as possible so as not to disrupt the performance. (do costumers even have something in case of damage to costumes?)

Oh my Lord I should have posted this on my blog instead of asking you. I didn't think this promts would get so big. excuse me.

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[raviposting]

February Stats Books Read: 16 Average Rating: 3.44 Top Genre: Mystery & Thriller My storygraph if you wanna follow me and see my reviews (though I’ll link them for each book in the ratings) :) Currently Reading: Perfect Ruin by Claudia Tan, The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman, and The Trials of Kate Hope by Wick Downing.

Standouts: So standouts for me don’t have to be positive, or even my highest ratings - they’re books that just Stood Out to me one way or the other, are in my memory, etc. so here we go lmao 

Behind Closed Doors by B.A. Paris: 2.5/5 Like I said not every standout can be great and alskj;faksdf;j this is one of them. What really got me the most was how much these characters didn’t speak like real people. There was no depth, no real characterization, and the writing felt stilted and overly formal at times. But it left an impression I guess so yay for that?

Wrong Place, Wrong Time by Gillian McAllister: 4/5 This book fucked. It’s such an absolutely unique concept to me, not only just doing a Groundhog Day thing, but going back further and further in time until you can solve what’s happening with the murder. I found myself really invested in these characters, and I still think about them (granted it’s been like a month out, but generally doesn’t happen to me for thrillers). Everyone should read this book. And if you read it and don’t like it asdfjkl: my bad. 

All Other Books: 

The Ultimate Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams: 4/5. So the first book is definitely a standout to me, but the other books not so much. I think the first few books are really good and then it kind of meanders off, but I also read all these books after each other and it is SO possible I was just a bit tired of it lmao. 

And Put Away Childish Things by Adrian Tchaikovsky: 3/5. Releases March 28. 

You Can Trust Me by Wendy Heard: 4.5/5. Releases June 13.

Read to Death at the Lakeside Library by Holly Danvers: 3.5/5. Releases August 8. Don’t be dumb like me a;sdlkfja;sdl this thing is like the third book in the series or something

All I Want for Christmas by Nora Roberts: 2.75/5

The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood: 3.75/5. I’m not gonna lie guys. If I didn’t know this was a Reylo fanfic I would have been all over this book. It honestly is pretty good, save for a line or two that made me howl lmao

The Night She Vanished by Wendy Dranfield: 2/5. Releases March 14. 

The Neighbors We Want by Tim Lane: 2.75/5 Releases September 5. I’m going to be honest guys out of all the books in this list I probably couldn’t tell you a single fact in here that wasn’t part of the book blurb. I read it like 10 days ago and it’s already just wiped from my memory

 End Game by Liz Mistry: 4/5. Releases April 14. Despite being the fifth book in the series I was able to get most of it! I also really enjoyed the diverse cast (despite the cop setting, which, blegh) - the author is white but the representation in this book felt pretty natural and the characters were nifty; I’m probably going to check out the other four books lmao

Northern Lights by Philip Pullman: 4/5. I really gotta check out the HDM show lmao but this was a fun time! Lots of worldbuilding here but it was worth it.

The Good Patient by Alex Stone: 3.75/5. Releases March 22

Kill Joy by Holly Jackson: 3.5/5. I mean like. It’s fine lmao.  Like read it if you love this series but I think she could have easily written a better story about something else in the AGGGTM canon 

Moonlight Can Be Deadly by Charlotte Stuart: 3/5 Releases March 14, fourth book in the series. There’s some things in this book that strongly threw me off of reading any other book in the series but if you’re interested I’d say read the others first lmao

You Are Here: Connecting Flights by Ellen Oh (and a bunch of other authors whose names I can’t find): 4/5. Releases March 7 

[audio-luddite]

Stupid money.

Somebody paid 6.2 million USD for a banana stuck to a wall with duct tape. The "artist" was making a statement. The buyer was making a statement that he is stupid or has no idea of value. Apparently it was not even the original banana. The "work" was a few years old so they regularly had to replace it with a fresh piece of fruit. Knowing duct tape that would also have to be replaced so this was not the original work was it?

And the thing itself showed no skill or effort or quality to execute. My perspective is that missing those things means it really was not art.

I take that as proof there is money spent for stupid things.

I live in an area where the aboriginal peoples had a festival called a potlatch.

Quoting Wikipedia: "A potlatch involves giving away or destroying wealth or valuable items in order to demonstrate a leader's wealth and power."

Basically the purpose is to show off or brag. The rich climate and resources of this area made it relatively easy to accumulate wealth. Ease of getting wealth means it is of little objective value, at least to the person accumulating it. Status was more important.

Following from this is the idea that an expensive thing is good because it is expensive at least to people who cannot perceive value.

There are very expensive things that do not reflect their true value.

There are expensive things that reflect rarity and quality, say a Stradivarius violin. Though the value is taken as an auction price as damn few violinists can actually afford to buy one and just get to use one on loan from the "investor" who owns it.

Actually that leads to something about audio.

We have a strike of postal workers here. I should have received two CDs I ordered. One is the Janine Jensen recording of many Stradivarius violins. From that I was hoping to compare the sounds of the instruments on a disc to that in a stream. Well obviously I can't so I gotta put something down.

The second one is a TELARC of the 1812 overture and some other stuff. One track I expect to enjoy is "Capriccio Italien". My mother used to play that on the old mono record player. I came to really like it as a toddler and child. Later in kindergarten the teacher asked all the kids what their favorite song was. I did not follow the usual track of "happy birthday to you" or "Old MacDonald". I chimed up a with "Capriccio Italien by Tchaikovsky." That put a target on my back with the other kids and to a degree the teachers. What a freak!

I still like that tune. It reminds me of my mother and the power of music. I imagine that Tchaikovsky was never paid 6.2 million dollars equivalent for his entire life's work. Oh and as Christmas is coming we are going to a performance of the "Nutcracker" for my granddaughter and her mom to enjoy. Yes I played classical music for both of them continuing my mother's tradition of child conditioning.

I hope they resolve the strike soon.

[iftheshoef1tz]

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Sorry for being gone for a few days, I hope you are alright, my dearest secret santa recipient.

I need to tell you something…and this is that I feel like you are reading my mind (which is slightly creepy, but in the case of present planning actually quite fortunate!) I had a story idea in mind that kind of fits perfectly what you answered - the non-fiction aspect, the angst-fluff ratio and mean Eris…just perfect (like you and your blog😏).

And now, since I am your secret santa I obviously don’t come without presents or in that case (at least for now) questions.

Would you mind telling me your favourite tropes, and maybe if you have a favourite line from Azris? Or a line one says about the other? Can of course also be from fanfiction?

And maybe we can also talk about music? Do you have any favourite songs/pieces of music? Ones you love? Ones you can listen to all the time? And maybe also songs you connect with Azris? You can of course also name classical pieces (could be relevant for the story👀).

You can go into as much detail as you want, I love reading your answers and I am still incredibly happy that I get to gift you.

Yours sincerely,

🤶🏻

Oh god, I’m so excited, omg.

Okay, favorite tropes. “Only one bed” is probably one of my ABSOLUTE favorites. And the moment when one of them looks at the other’s mouth before they’ve acknowledge the Tension ™️ between them!! I am also a sucker for the moments where it’s ��will they won’t they” and they both clearly want it in that moment, and then something pulls them away from each other. I don’t have a snappy name for that one lmao. As for favorite lines, i don’t think i have any in canon or in fanfiction, but the more romantic/makes-you-want-to-cry poetry lines always get me. Pablo Neruda (Love Sonnet XVII), Mary Oliver (Wild Geese), ee cummings (I Carry Your Heart) etc. (And ofc select Richard Siken poems.)

In terms of artists whose entire catalogue I could listen to on the regular, Vienna Teng (Dreaming Through the Noise especially) and Keane (Under the Iron Sea especially) are up there. I’m a new convert to Taylor Swift, and “Bigger Than the Whole Sky” kills me every time. (So does “Paper Rings,” but for different reasons.) When it comes to classical music, I love basically anything by Shostakovich and Tchaikovsky. The last movement of Strauss’s “Four Last Songs” (Im Abendrot) gives me goosebumps when it’s not making me cry, and I always cry when I listen to Hilary Hahn’s recording of the second movement of the Barber Violin Concerto. I love Oblivion by Astor Piazzolla; but unfortunately my favorite recording is by Joshua Bell. Caroline Shaw’s Partita for 8 Singers changed me the first time I heard it.

I associate Eris with “This Bitter Earth/On the Nature of Daylight” which is a, like, mash up of Dinah Washington and a string quartet playing a different piece (I think?) and it is so achingly perfect that it haunts me.

But Azris songs? Man, where to start lmao. First, DELIRIOUS BY SUSANE SUNDFOR. Gimme! Gimme Gimme! By ABBA. Never Be the Same by Camila Cabello. Desire by Meg Myers. Closer by NIN. Flesh by Simon Curtis. Hatefuck by The Bravery. Touched by Vast. Close by Nick Jonas and Tove Lo. Everytime We Touch by Cascada. Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng. So Heavy I Fell Through the Earth by Grimes. Tongue by MNEK. Middle of the Night by Elley Duhe. I Will Possess Your Heart by Death Cab for Cutie. (Strangely, I don’t have any classical pieces that jump out as Azris-coded, mostly just things that make me want to write (which is usually azris lmao))

I think that’s all I’ve got, I could literally go on for hours, tho. I’M SORRY IF IT’S TOO MUCH INFORMATION

Also thank you for calling them pieces?? Most people don’t know to call them that! (Songs have to have words, ofc.) I’m so excited to have you as my secret Santa, sounds like you’ve got some rad ideas kicking around in your noggin!

[lex-munro]

[Princess-verse Scrap] .waltz.

blame Silvarbelle, because when you give a mouse a cookie…he’s going to write like 5K+ words of semi-connected domestic batjokes kid!fic epilogue.  Warnings for brief discussion of mental illness, pharmaceuticals, and side effects, plus mature language and sexual references (including consensual violence).

following up on Bruce finding a ten-year-old on his doorstep…  Joker’s first dance as a free man living in the Hall of Justice.

.waltz.

When they were getting ready for bed that first night (after tucking Damian in), Joker hesitantly opened a little bag and started to set out pill bottles on the bedside table.

“Are you embarrassed?” Bruce asked gently.

“I used to talk a big game about them being a waste of time…”  Joker shrugged.  “…but it turns out if it’s the right ones in the right amounts, they actually help.  I don’t go away so much, and I don’t get that feeling like my skin is trying to crawl off my body, and I don’t wanna beat people bloody for no reason.  And I’m not sad all the time like I was every other time the pills sort of worked.  But I get tired sometimes, and I still forget things, and sometimes I feel like I’m not…me…”

Bruce touched his elbow carefully.  “Jay?”

Joker shook his head.  “It’s worth it.  If I can be out here, and have cake whenever I want, and kiss you whenever I want, and see Damian whenever I want, I don’t care what kind of fucked up side-effects they have.”

“It’s up to you, babe,” Bruce assured him.  “But I’m glad they’re helping.  You need any help setting them up?  Cases for dosing?  Timers?”

He shook his head again.  “Thank you.  I got it.”

“Proud of you.  Gonna brush my teeth; yell if you need me.”

He made it three steps before he had a boyfriend attached to his waist.

“Love you, Batsy.”

He stroked the arms wrapped around him.  “I love you, too, Jay.”

Joker hooked his chin over Bruce’s shoulder.  “Dance with me?”

He could never seem to say no.

He turned, stealing a quick kiss as he arranged their hands and led them into a lazy waltz.

Something about dancing—waltzes in particular—had always had a euphoric effect on the Joker.  As long as Bruce had one hand between his shoulder blades and the other cradling slender fingers, he was pliable as warm paraffin.  Turning slowly through the bedroom, bare feet making soft sounds on wood planking and the ornamental rug.

Joker ducked his head with a little laugh.  “Sorry, sorry—” he mumbled, schooling his expression.  “I just realized you’re dancing to Sleeping Beauty.”

He was.  “How do you always know?”

“You always think of Tchaikovsky if there’s no music playing.  And you never slow down Swan Lake or Nutcracker, so if it’s a drowsy sort of waltz, you’re thinking of courtiers with flowered garlands.”

“Sometimes you still surprise me by knowing me so well.”

Joker leaned into a turn with a beaming smile.  “Your head is a very cozy place, darling.  Much nicer than mine.”

“I know I already said it once tonight, but I’m so proud of you.  We agreed on a goal and you went after it with everything you had.”

“The drugs make it easier,” he admitted.  “I don’t do so many things by accident now.  I can stop and ask myself if I can accept the consequences.  So a lot of it’s just…little flitting thoughts.  Passing fancies.  Sometimes, I still—I—”  Joker made a complicated gesture with the hand on Bruce’s shoulder.  “—destroy stuff.  But I can decide what to destroy.  It doesn’t have to be the first guy I see that I don’t give a shit about.  I might still be rough with you sometimes…we like it like that, right?  A kiss with a fist, et cetera.  But you can handle it.”

An easy concession.  “Sure,” said Bruce.  “And if you want to dance—any time, any place—say the word.”

“Hah!  Wouldn’t that be something…”

“I mean it.  If you barged into a board meeting and said, ‘Dance with me right now,’ I would spin you around the conference table while those stuffy old farts gaped and complained.”

Joker was surprised right out of his laughter.  He just blinked, wide-eyed, and kept following where Bruce’s hands directed him.  “Promise!” he demanded with teeth bared.

“I promise, Jay,” Bruce said firmly.

They spun to a stop as Joker slowed.  “Brush your teeth later; I want your mouth on me.”

“Spoiled,” Bruce muttered, but immediately bit a beautiful bruise into Joker’s shoulder.

.End.

[an-aura-about-you]

actually since I reblogged that kids media post I'm gonna say a thing about using classical music, and that is it's possible to get away with a lot of things with it, but it's VERY sloppy when you use a well-known piece with very strong connotations in an inappropriate manner.

this happens more with cheap, low quality kids media since those are the things that tend to score with (free) classical music without caring about what it's referencing. the biggest example I can think of is an animated version of Beauty and the Beast that uses a lot of Swan Lake.

like.

those are different stories, bro.

and Swan Lake is so very Swan Lake that hearing it connected to Beauty and the Beast doesn't make a whole lot of sense. hell, the weird snippets of Romeo and Juliet the same version uses feel more appropriate if still a bit strange to me.

(Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet Fantasy Overture, to clarify, but not even the most famous part of it. You know the part, the one used in all the cartoons to show something lovey-dovey is going on.)

and there's also a jarring use of music with the Beast getting turned back into a human to the tune of selections from The Nutcracker. though again, that may be a personal opinion thing for me just because I've seen The Nutcracker so many times that I automatically associate that music to the ballet, even more so than some other well known places it appears. (Tetris, for example.) still, it carries a weird classical music implication that the Fairy that turned the Beast into a beast in the first place was the Sugar Plum Fairy.

what I'm saying is that for kids media to be considered bare minimum okay in my book, it can't fuck up its use of classical music THAT obviously.

[hyperfigations]

No One Escapes From Life Alive

Chapter 1

Summary: Dylan Lenivy survived North Kill's only tragedy, coming out of it with a lifetime of trauma. Luckily, his imaginary friend, Silas, is there to help him through the pain. Attached at the hip for years in his childhood, Dylan thought that he couldn't live without Silas. Until an accident forced him to leave his imaginary friend behind. After a teenhood filled with nonstop therapy sessions, Dylan is finally ready to leave North Kill behind to go to college with his bestfriend, Kaitlyn. College is messy... to say the least. Good thing, a grown Silas comes back to help. Help with college, help to win the heart of the broody loner guy in his photography class, and help him become as blasé as he possibly can. But with the resurrection of the old imaginary pal, Dylan must face the dark, bloody past that comes with Silas.

A/N: Pretty slow chapter, but one nonetheless LMAO. Not a lot of action but we'll get there! I hope you all enjoy. I'm excited for this fic and I really would appreciate some feedback! BYEEEEEE

Word Count: 2,124

TW: Not any.

Prologue

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Dylan was never really into classical music.

 Maybe in another lifetime but in this one he just couldn’t stand the eerie feeling he got when listening to the dramatics of a symphony. Drumming up scenarios in his head was easier when he heard this music. And they were never pretty scenarios. Even if it started out well, it would always end in a bloody, tragic finale. 

His dark eyes drifted to the vinyl player in the corner of the room, watching the black circle spin round and round. Dylan has heard Tchaikovsky’s work in every session since he was 9-years old, and honestly he was so exhausted from hearing it. When he was younger, he found the music interesting.

 It was pretty at first. 

Now he wanted to run over to that gray box that sat upon that dumb oak table and throw it against the wall in a pit of rage. He would’ve thought he would be able to block it out by now. 

“Dylan?” 

His line of vision broke when a hand waved in front of him, forcing Dylan to look at the old woman sitting across from him. In her hand she held a notebook as she leaned forward, as if in waiting. 

“Uh… sorry… I don’t um…” Dylan’s eyes kept drifting over to the music. But quickly he forced himself to look back at the lady. “Sorry Ms.Von… can you repeat that question?”

It was weird, but he never realized until this moment that Ms.Von aged. Maybe he noticed because today was their last session together. After tomorrow, he swore they would never see each other again. He still imagined her when she was younger, like the day he met her. Her smooth brown skin now had small wrinkles, and her light brown eyes were darker than they were the first time they met. Ms.Von sucked in a breath of air through her teeth, adjusting herself to where she’s leaning against the gray armchair behind her. Her eyes narrowed, the lines underneath being revealed. The young boy was now looking at her nervously. Dylan shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, avoiding eye contact at all cost.

“I asked if you’re sure you’re ready for tomorrow? It’s going to be a big change, moving to a big city.” Ms.Von asked cautiously. 

‘Trust me, I’m ready to leave this hellhole forever’

That’s what he wanted to say. He was tired of people asking him if he was ready to move away from this shit town. Of course he was ready. He was ready to leave the small-minded people behind. To finally have people not stare at him when he walked down the school hallway with sympathy, conspiracy theories, pity being exchanged between each other, yet never to him. The only person who never once treated him differently was his best friend, Kaitlyn. That's exactly why Kaitlyn was the only person he would drop everything for to move away with. 

They always talked about moving and never looking back, especially on the nights that Dylan needed her the most. Night filled with nightmares and panic attacks, but those episodes would cease once Kaitlyn showed up with a thermos of hot chocolate in hand. They would sneak off to trespass on the Hackett’s property and watch the lake’s tranquil surface be corrupted by the cool wind, creating ripples. Then Kaitlyn would crack a stupid joke and they would talk until the sun rose about nothing but their future. A future away from North Kill.

Dylan’s right hand runs over the cold metal of his prosthetic hand apprehensively. He stared at it for a moment, then looked up at his therapist. “Yeah,” He mumbled. “I think I’m ready.”

The music seemed to get louder in the silence, bringing a bitter taste to his mouth. Dylan looked up at Ms.Von and the look on her face was the same look his mother got when he mentioned anything about his new home. Her eyes were judging him, as if this idea of moving was the worst thing to ever happen in the town of North Kill. 

Dylan knew from experience that this was not the worst thing to ever happen in the town of North Kill. 

In fact, he was pretty sure the town wouldn’t miss him.

“I see,” Ms.Von begins to write something down in her notebook. “And you’re moving in with Ms.Ka, is that right?”

“That’s what the lease says,” Dylan grumbled sarcastically, earning an unamused look from the woman. He exhaled with a small nod. “Kaitlyn and I are moving in together, yeah.”

“Remind me what your relationship is again,”

Dylan blinked at the lady. Unsure, if she was being serious or not. The thinning of her lips made him realize that she definitely was.

“Oh, we eloped, she’s pregnant with my baby. We knew we wouldn’t be accepted in this town, so we had to get out of dodge before the mob killed us for having a kid out of wedlock,”

“Dylan.” The stern voice made him cringe with anger. He told her everything freshman year. Why the hell was she still questioning his sexuality even though he never tried to hide it?

“She’s just my friend, Ms.Von. She isn’t exactly my type,”

“Aw yes… That’s right.”

“Why am I here again?” Dylan groaned impatiently, glaring at her.

“Your mother is worried you aren’t making the right decision, Dylan.”

“It’s not exactly her choice. Besides, even if it isn’t the right decision, I’m the only one who has to deal with the consequences. Why should it even matter to her?”

“She’s worried about you,”

“Fuck that,” Dylan snapped, his eyes flicking over to finally look at his therapist in the eye. “She just wants me to stay here because she’s too fucking afraid to stay alone.”

Silence again… He groaned and ran his right hand down his face as if to squeeze the stress out. 

“Look, I have to do this for me,” He finally said, breaking the silence. “I just have to get out of here." 

That was all that needed to be said. The rest of the session was pretty much just a bunch of bullshit filler questions like ‘have you had any nightmares lately’ or ‘are the panic attacks worse.’ Dylan’s answers were always the same automated “yes, there just more of the same ones” and “They’re the same as ever.” 

After some time of just more of the same shit, Ms.Von shook her head, gently throwing her notebook on the coffee table that separated her and her client. “Alright, I believe we’re done here then?” She said, the ghost of a smile on her face that Dylan could see was almost… sad? “This move is going to be hard, Dylan. All of your problems aren’t going to go away because you changed your scenery,”

“Way to be optimistic…” Dylan mumbled quietly to himself but she cleared her throat getting his attention.

Ms.Von took a quick breath inward before continuing, “But I truly think this will be good for you, and I really hope everything works out. You’ve always been just a great kid. You deserve nothing but the best Dylan and I hope you can find that in Albany.”

Oh. He was not expecting that, but there it was. Sincerity gleamed in her light eyes. And in that moment, she was just as he remembered when she had first become his therapist when he was 9 years old. Once those words had settled in he gave her a small, sad smile.  “Thank you,” 

This session ended in record time, and once Dylan gave a quick side hug to Ms.Von and small thanks for everything she’s done for him, he bolted out of the office. Not even once glancing back. He would miss his therapist, in an odd way. He knew she was paid to listen to him, but she really did listen. She comforted him better than his own mother ever would. Though… that bar was incredibly low. Even a loaf of bread could comfort him better than his own mother. But still, Ms.Von did care about him. In her own way.

The rest of Dylan’s last night in North Kill went by so slowly after his appointment. It mostly consisted of packing. He only had one small carry-on bag that he could fill, but somehow he liked the fact that he had to limit what belongings came with him. The less things meant less memories of this town. But luckily, he didn’t have to deal with his mother’s not-so-subtle begging for him to stay since she was working the night shift at the hospital. For that, he was thankful.

Dylan groaned, throwing himself onto his bed once he finally zipped up his now full suitcase. He stared out the window on the other side of the room. His eyes caught a glance of the moon that peered inside… Dylan’s dark eyes narrowed at it, and he propped himself up with his elbows to get a better view. He didn’t know if it was just him but the moon in this mountain town always seemed too big. Way bigger than it should be. He didn’t know if the moon wasn’t always that size but something about it here felt unnatural. Along with its abnormal size, it always had a weird vibe to it. As if it was watching. Dylan hated the feeling of being watched and he knew it was weird to claim that the round disc in the dark sky was the one doing said watching. Sometimes, he could almost make out a face... Really taking the man in the moon to a whole new level. He quickly got on his feet, strutting over to the window. 

Dylan gripped the curtain tightly. He closed the curtains as quickly as possible, making sure no moonlight found its way in. A small smirk came across his lips in victory. Haha, moon, try to get through the blackout curtains, his smug look said.

A loud buzz snaps him out of the little victory celebration in his mind. His head turns to his bed where his phone laid downward. A light outlines the phone, telling him to come look. 

When he picked it up, a grin grew large on his face.

Kaitlyn 10:45

Hey nerd. You finished packing?

Dylan 10:45

Uh, yeah. You?

Kaitlyn 10:46

LMAO. Yeah..

Kaitlyn 10:46

…okay, not at all. 

Dylan 10:46

jesus christ Kaitlyn. 

Kaitlyn 10:47

I know. I know. I’m gonna finish, promise. I just gotta like force myself to stop watching the tube’.

Dylan 10:47

The tube? -_-

Kaitlyn 10:47

(: The (: tube’ (:

Dylan rolls his eyes with a tiny chuckle. He hated Kaitlyn in a way that can only be described as love.

Dylan 10:49

Well… You better be well rested tomorrow. Cuz there is no way I’m driving.

Kaitlyn 10:50

Uh, yeah. No one wants that.

Dylan 10:50

I’m not that bad.

Kaitlyn 10:50

Yes. You are. But it’s okay. I still love you, I guess.

Dylan 10:51

I still love you too, I guess. Now go pack.

Kaitlyn 10:51

Who made you boss?

Dylan 10:51

Ur mom.

Kaitlyn 10:52

Clever…

Dylan 10:52

Seriously Kaitlyn, if you aren’t done packing by tonight, imma be so pissed.

Kaitlyn 10:53

Yeah, I know <3 I promise, I’ll be ready. I won’t make you wait.

Kaitlyn 10:53

….. Ur mom still on ur ass???

A breath sizzles through Dylan. Annoyance flooded his body making his typing a little more harshly than he had meant it to be. 

Dylan 10:54

She made me see Ms.Von one last time. I think Mom thought she would convince me to stay. Didn’t go the way she planned.

Kaitlyn 10:54

…Ur mom sucks. 

Dylan 10:55

Yep. I’d rather be out of town before she gets home from work. If I have to hear how much of a “bad idea” this move is one more time, I’m gonna jump outta window. 

Kaitlyn 10:56

I’m sorry bae ): I promise we’ll be out of here before 8:00. Fuck ur mom and fuck this town.

Relief spreads through him, bringing back a smile to his lips. He loved Kaitlyn so much. She was the bestest friend in the world. Like seriously, no one could beat her. And just as she would do anything in the world for him, he would do anything in the world for her. 

Kaitlyn 10:57

Okay, okay. I’m going to go pack. See you in 9 hours, stinky &lt;;3 

Dylan 10:57

See ya, buttface <3

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[scuttle-buttle]

Chapter 8

WC: 1533

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: domestic fluff, anxiety, alcohol consumption

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Tuesday afternoon had you and Laszlo working in his office. He sat behind his desk grading quizzes while you worked to transcribe one of his notebooks. Tchaikovsky played quietly over the bluetooth speaker he had on the bookshelf. You had once mentioned that he was your favorite composer, so Laszlo had taken to playing his work frequently during office hours.

Pausing to take a sip of the now-room temperature tea he had brought you, you notice a low humming noise. Turning in the chair you watch your doctor. His eyebrows are scrunched in concentration. He wears the little round reading glasses that make him look old-fashioned and sophisticated. He shakes his head lightly before marking an answer wrong on the paper he holds. But what strikes you most of all, is that he is softly humming along to the music in his deep baritone. He’s actually quite good with his pitch.

“I’ve never heard you sing.”

He looks up at you from over the spectacles. “Pardon?”

“You should sing more often, you have a lovely voice.”

A deep crimson blush spreads on the apples of his cheeks. Laszlo was not one to be embarrassed easily, but sometimes the most inconsequential or mundane things like this would do the trick. He opens his mouth to no doubt give a witty and defensive response when someone knocks on the door.

“Come in,” he states. He isn’t expecting anyone, but there is an essay coming soon so it wouldn’t surprise him if a student wants to get ahead on their planning. The heavy mahogany door clicks and swings open.

“Hello Laszlo. I thought it was about time that I made my way to visit you,” says a familiar feminine voice. Standing in the doorway is none other than Dr. Stratton.

Laszlo sat up and removed his glasses as she entered the office. In the busyness of the last few weeks he hadn’t made it a point to seek her out yet. “Dr. Stratton, hello. I must say it has been quite a long time.” He smiles at seeing her, eyes lighting up.

“Oh, Laszlo, there's no need for such formalities. I’m no stranger that you can’t call me by my name.” Karen waves her hand in a dismissive manner. She then turns in your direction with a smile. “And you my dear, I didn’t expect to see you here?”

“Ah, sorry Dr. Stratton, it must have slipped my mind last time - I’m a TA for uh- Dr. Kreizler.” You almost slip up and call him Laszlo, but catch your tongue at the last possible second. It doesn’t shock you that the two doctors know each other. They both worked in the same field and had lived in central Europe in overlapping times. You’re happy to see two people you think highly of reacquainted.

You miss the confused glance that Laszlo sports between yourself and Dr. Stratton. The two of you obviously knew each other, but how? Karen had been in Vienna for years. Why would she know who you were? How small a world was it that his previous romantic partner and current one knew each other? His curiosity gets the better of him. “Forgive me, but are you two acquainted?” he asks.

“Yeah, I had Dr. Stratton my freshman year for intro psych. I told you about it on my first day, don’t you remember?”

“She was a fantastic student, Laszlo. You would have loved having her in one of your classes. She always had such well thought out ideas to contribute.”

He at least has the decency to look sheepish when he admits that it must have slipped his mind. In truth he hadn’t paid you much attention the first day. He made the effort to learn your name and that was the extent to which he cared at the time.

Dr. Stratton pipes up again. “I only have a moment but I wanted to invite you for drinks later this week so we can catch up. I have some new ideas I’d love to share with you.”

“That sounds wonderful. Please let me know when you would like to and I would be delighted.” The prospect excites Laszlo. It really had been so long since he last spoke to Karen.

“Of course, I’ll see you then.” She nods to Laszlo and gives you a grin and a wave as she leaves. The door clicks behind her.

“Oh-hoo you’ve got a date Laz, should I be worried?” you tease.

He gives you a deadpan look before realizing you are joking. He gives a slight frown. “Karen and I are old friends and colleagues, nothing more.” And previous lovers, which he omits.

“Alright, loverboy,” you quip, turning back to the notebook and laptop.

He finds himself discomforted by your joke. Perhaps he should tell you about Karen… Nevertheless, he tramps down the feeling and gets back to work.

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“So why was it that Laszlo couldn’t join us tonight? He was not very forthcoming in his message.” John asks as he sets down your drinks. The three of you were sat at a small corner booth at the tavern you frequented on Friday nights. The evening was young; only a few patrons were there playing pool and having a round.

“He’s out with another professor catching up. They haven’t seen each other in years.” You take a large swig of your lager, the hoppy flavor of the brew coating your tongue. “He almost didn’t go but I insisted that I would survive alone with you two,” you chuckle.

John looks at you over his own glass. “And did he say who he’s with?”

“Dr. Stratton from the psych department.”

“Oh. I see.” John shifts his gaze around, his features going awkward at the information. He makes brief eye contact with Sara before darting them away again. Sara purses her lips, her doe eyes giving nothing away. The tense pause stirs something within you.

“What?” John needles at your question, a slight downturn of his lips as if to say he wasn’t sure what you meant. Sara sips her drink and watches the encounter. “What are you not telling me?”

John scratches at his chin. Sara steps in this time. “It’s nothing, John is just up to usual worrisome self,” she tries to dismiss.

Her answer doesn’t satisfy you. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not exactly inclined to believe you.” Facing John, you continue. “You look like you’ve eaten something that tastes horrible, you’re hesitant to look me in the eye, and you rubbed your jaw when I asked. You’re a terrible liar, John,” you accuse. You aren’t upset, but his sudden inability to speak causes anxiety to bubble in your gut.

He huffs. “You’re beginning to sound just like him, you know.” He quirks a brow at you, annoyed. “Laszlo and Karen have a… long history. As friends and colleagues, of course. They were very close for a while,” he tacks on. He wants to be forthcoming with you, but knows it isn’t his place to actually disclose Laszlo’s relationship with her.

“Oh.” you nod. Your anxiety begins to dissipate at the explanation. “I mean I’m not surprised by it, they both lived near each other for a while in Europe. I’m sure they ran in the same academic circles. Frankly, I’m glad he’s getting to catch up with her, he needs more friends than just us,” you laugh at Sara’s ‘cheers to that’ comment. “Anyways, how’s your week been?” you ask to change the subject.

The night comes to an end soon after; the tone shifted after you retired from the conversation about Laszlo’s absence. You caught a cab back to his home. He had given you a spare key in case you wanted to come over at any time, whether to study in peace or to just be there. He wasn't sure when he would get back, but he did ask for you to wait for him.

Getting ready for bed you chance a look at the clock. It was nearing midnight. Laszlo was still out, which was somewhat uncharacteristic of him, but you figure that he’s just got a lot to talk about with Dr. Stratton. You send a text to check in, but get no response.

As you lay in bed you find your thoughts wandering back to the conversation with John and Sara. “A long history; very close for a while…” plays on repeat in your head. You hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, but now it nags at you like a gnat swirling your head in the summertime. Surely nothing happened between the two? Laszlo would have told you. There’s no doubt he knew she was back, given that she’s in his department at the university. And you trust Dr. Stratton, she’s been a great support system and even a friend to you. If the two had been involved he would have let you know, you conclude. Besides, you and the doctor were happy, so even if they had been a thing at one point it surely wouldn’t matter now.

Right?

By the time you finally fall asleep Laszlo still hasn’t come home.

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[phoenixes-and-wizards]

tua headcanon (vanya’s first concert after the apocalypse):

despite being an amazing violinist, vanya’s still a bit shy about performing in front of her family, mostly because--aside from five--she’s never done it before and partly because the last time she did it, she sucked the life out of four of them with energy tentacles and caused the end of the world. you know--just musician things

when she does land a solo, she takes extra care not to tell a single soul, only practicing when they’re nowhere nearby and never the same passage twice so they don’t realize just why she’s been rehearsing so much lately

they find out anyway when one day, diego does some small-time vigilantism in an alley behind the icarus theater and finds a poster advertising VANYA HARGREEVES PERFORMS SIBELIUS, MAY 21ST AT 8PM

he tells luther who tells allison who tells klaus who tells five and ben. they don’t breathe a single word of it to vanya, and all of them spend the next twenty minutes convincing the ticket seller to spare six tickets, despite the show having sold out a month ago

luther folds as soon as the man tells him “no" so diego plucks the phone from his fingers and says "you're hopeless" in an exasperatedly fond tone

ben practically has to wrestle the phone away from diego and five once it’s clear their "polite" bargaining won’t work 

”he’s not gonna listen to you if you keep threatening to chop his fingers off!!!!!” “oH YEAH???? THEN I’M GONNA MAKE HIM--GIMME THAT PHONE BENJAMIN I’M NOT DONE DONT YOU DARE LET THAT TENTACLE COME ANYWHERE NEAR ME”

in the end, allison saves the day, as always. no rumoring, of course; just plain “hi, i’m allison hargreeves and--yes, i’m the lawyer in that movie, of course i’ll sign an autograph for you after the show. could we pick up our tickets tomorrow? four o’clock? that’d be great, jim. oh, can i call you jim? excellent.” 

she walks away with a cocky smirk while diego mutters “show-off” under his breath, but he says it fondly enough that she lets it slide

ben spends the week leading up to the concert reading about sibelius’ life and the inspiration for his only violin concerto. on some afternoons, five joins him, being the only other member of the family who actually listens to classical music

diego starts leaving dinner in the kitchen for vanya on the nights when she has to rehearse with her orchestra, and klaus drags ben to the mall one day to look for something that’ll help with vanya’s peeling calluses

luther brushes up on classical concert etiquette, making extra sure to tell his siblings not to clap after a movement ends and to give their sister a standing ovation

(”as if we wouldn’t have already. she’s brilliant,” five assures him)

allison takes them all shopping for suits and to her surprise, none of them grumble because they’re all doing it for vanya and they’ve got thirty-two years of missed concerts and recitals to make up for

on the day itself, ben ‘accidentally’ makes too much bacon and eggs and blueberry pancakes, and he loads most of it onto vanya’s plate so she’ll have enough energy to power through all three movements of her concerto tonight. vanya’s so nervous that she doesn’t even notice

when she leaves around noon, violin case on her shoulders, they all file into allison’s room and start getting changed

vanya’s nervous as fuck of course, and fifteen minutes before she goes on, she starts regretting the fact that she never told them, it would’ve been nice to have familiar faces in the audience, but hey she’s here now and she’ll simply play the best she can because damn it she’s earned it and worked too hard on this entire thing for her to chicken out now

when she steps out, she actually thinks she’s seeing things when she spots all six of her siblings sitting in the front row, wearing the largest shit-eating grins she’s ever seen in her life

out of the corner for her eye, she sees klaus giving her two thumbs-up and mouthing “you got this” as she tunes, and it’s more than enough to make her relax completely

vanya takes a deep breath, and as soon as she starts with that familiar “sol-la-re” motif, the entire audience--her family included--is captivated 

halfway through the first movement’s cadenza, ben turns to luther and whispers “how come we never went before? she’s incredible” and five’s face hardens when he replies with “because dad never let us”

diego actually sheds a tear during the second movement; allison subtly passes him a tissue, her own dark eyes damp with emotion

they’re all at the edge of their seats when vanya starts the third movement, it’s brisk tempo and syncopation more than enough to catch their attention

there’s a brief moment where vanya drops her bow and--to an outside viewer--miraculously catches it right before it falls, but her siblings see the way her eyes pulse white for a second as she levitates the bow back into her hand and resumes playing as if nothing happened, and they all trade knowing smiles afterwards

when she finally plays the final note, the audience simply lets it ring throughout the hall for a few seconds before they’re on their feet

even so, she can hear her family’s voices above the din and they look so proud and allison is crying happy tears, diego shouting “brava! bravissima!” over and over, and her other brothers all have matching grins on their faces, and oh gosh, she’s really done it, hasn’t she

they meet her in the lobby with tons of bear hugs, the largest sunflower bouquet she’s ever seen, and half-meant scolding about “why the heck didn’t you invite us, vanny? you were amazing!!!” and while five and diego argue about who gets to carry her case on the way to griddy’s, ben simply rolls his eyes and plops it onto his back

halfway to the donut shop, luther presses close to her and gives her a one-armed hug that’s slightly awkward because they’re both walking and he’s obviously the size of a house compared to her, but vanya leans into him all the same, grateful for his quiet comfort. he keeps his arm around her all the way to the shop and only lets go when klaus drags him away to look for a booth that can accomodate all seven of them

they buy her all the donuts she wants and tell her which parts of her concerto they loved best, and vanya just feels so warm, down to the tips of her toes, and it’s all because she has never felt this much love in her life before

she’s getting ready for bed that night when diego knocks on her door and pokes his head in long enough to say “i’m proud of you, you know? like really, really proud” and gives her a long hug to boot

after that day, her siblings start sitting in whichever room she’s practicing in to hear her play, and the attention is overwhelming at first, but eventually, vanya just gets used to ben reading while she slogs over tchaikovsky or luther munching on a bowl of cereal as she works on her etudes

she invites them to every concert from then on, and vanya makes something of a ritual out of plucking petals from the bouquets she receives afterwards, pressing them into a notebook and running her fingers over every single one before a show to calm her down

[a-supernatural-writer]

hcs for poly! tlb with a fem! s/o who’s style is dark academia and is really blunt/logical and smart. she basically gives off a ‘mysterious, quiet, dark, critical’ vibe (she also doesn’t really know how to handle people who are extremely emotional and she doesn’t know how to soothe someone. she’s just really oblivious/clueless when it comes to others feelings). i’m so sorry if what i requested doesn’t make sense or if it was too much. i am seriously incapable of writing anything without making it look like an essay lmao. love your work btw 💕✨

Dark Academia Fem! S/O 

Poly Lost Boys x Fem reader

I had so much fun writing this! I love the dark academia aesthetic! And it made perfect sense and it wasn’t too much! Having a lot actually helps me expand and write more so thank you. And I’m the same, once I have an idea, I write a lot, so you’re all good! And awww!!! Thank you!!! 💗💗✨✨ I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy!

Okay, so you are very different compared to the large number of characters on the boardwalk. Your style consisted of button shirts, sweaters or turtle necks, dress pants or a plaid pleated skirts, cardigans or waistcoats, oxford shoes or even wire framed glasses if you wore them for seeing or just for the look. 

To say that you caught the boys attention would be an understatement. You seemed to stand out amongst the crowd and they became curious. You were a mystery to them and they love the challenge. 

Somehow, someway, after days or weeks later, you became good friends which soon lead to you dating four trouble making punks. It was tough on both parts, but it happened, and hey, you weren’t complaining. 

You were very blunt when you first met them, not really interested in them and more or less interested in the book in your hands. It took a lot of “accidental” run ins to even get you to hang out with them. 

You slowly opened up when they offered to take you out for dinner at a local diner. They’re constant joking soon had you letting out small, almost whisper-like giggles and tiny smiles that sent them into a frenzy. 

When you would start talking about yourself, your ideas of fun were different from theirs. You liked museums, opera houses, bookstores and going to theaters to see plays. The games you played were chess and cards, and the music you listened to was old. You were pretty sure they thought you were boring but you actually peaked their interest. 

After a while of being friends with them, they asked you out. You liked them and the only logical step was to see if you liked them the same way they liked you was to date them, so you said yes. 

In general, them having a girlfriend with a 1940s/1950s dark prep look was fun. David and Dwayne like it the most. Paul next, then Marko. 

David actually really likes picking out your clothing on most days. You have an extensive collection of clothing with material from cashmere to linen, all the colors consisting of browns, black, cream and even a little dark green. 

His favorite thing to put you in is trench coats. Doesn’t matter what color it is, he just likes seeing you in them. Also, there are a handful of times that he has MADE you wear his trench coat. Yeah it almost swimmed on you, but he thought it made you look cute and it fit in perfectly with your look. 

Dark academia isn’t only your style, but it’s your way of life. David is the one that plays chess with you. You had to reteach it to him and pretty soon, the two of you had your own little set up in the cave that was always ready for a game of chess. 

David is sort of like you… in a way when it comes to others feelings. But deep down he knows that he really likes you and tries to show it the best he can. He took you to a theater to see a play that you were constantly talking about and so he took you on a date. You being you, didn’t realize that’s what it was until he told it straight to your face. Let’s just say you were speechless for the next hour. 

Also, when it’s just the two of you, deep inside the cave where your nest is, classical music is playing from your record player. It could be Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Mozart. Whoever it is, David is the one that will listen to it with you the most. I think he really enjoys classical music and he enjoys it even more if the two of you are cuddling in your bed. 

Occasionally Dwayne would join the two of you. You would be sitting in between David’s legs as Dwayne sat in between yours, his head leaning back against your chest. It was like a cuddle pile… cuddle train?? Whatever you wanted to call it, it was cuddling while the three of you relaxed listening to classical music. And it was darn cute. 

Dwayne loves listening to you go on and on about any books you were reading at the moment. Whether or not it was nonfiction or even about any type of history. He was down. He lived through a lot and he knew about half of the stuff you gushed on about, but for some odd reason, it never bored him when you talked about it. 

He would be the one to get you new books, leaving you sweet little notes tied to them. Of course you thought it was just him being nice and thanked him for it without thinking there was any romantic meaning behind it. Yeah he was one of your boyfriends but it never really crossed your mind that way. He would just shake his head at your obliviousness and give you a small peck on the lips. 

Don’t ask him why, but his favorite look on you is a light cream colored blouse with a plaid skirt and Mary Jane shoes. Dwayne is a leg man so… he’s very happy when decide to show off some skin if you decide not to wear knee-socks or stockings with it. Even if you did wear them, he would still be attached to your side the entire night. 

Like David, Dwayne would bring you out to a lot of places that were opened late at night. If there was an art exhibition in town or even a museum that was open late, just say the word and he will happily drive you on his bike. Heck, David might even tag along. 

Also, late night bookstore dates… oh my heart, it’s too sweet it hurts. There are times that he does have to throw you over his shoulder when the bookstore is closing and you're pretty much refusing to leave. When he does that, you just stay frozen over his shoulder, not knowing if you should be blushing or cursing at him for carrying you like a sack of potatoes. 

If anything, you and Dwayne connect very well. You’re naturally very quiet and so is he. Not much is said between you two but there's a mutual understanding that can’t be explained. While the others are out causing trouble, you and him are on the sidelines watching hand in hand or your reading and he's just staring at you as you do so. 

Paul and Marko kind of give you whiplash. They’re loud and rowdy and definitely 100% opposite from you. But they interested you. They had a very chaotic outlook on life which made you ask many questions. 

Paul found your look sexy. He’s horny and you give off preppy school vibes, he’s living for it 24/7. Constant teasing of you giving him ‘private lessons’ which results with you whacking a book against the back of his head. But it doesn’t stop the reddening of your ears which doesn’t make him stop.  

This man is also your designated jewelry expert. You only wear some accessories and they're very simple. So you are very surprised when Paul finds you jewelry that is your style and collects it for you. You like leather watches, guess what, he’s got it for you. You want some fancy victorian looking brooches, he’s got that too. Simple rings with a single jewel in the middle, expect constant ‘will you marry me’ jokes, but he gets you the best.

Also, he’s not overly big into your music selection. He does try to get you into his type of music, which you only like very few and far between. But when you do get him to listen to your type of music, it’s only if you agree to listen to his music the next night. You guys come up with a system and decide to switch every few nights. 

Each of the boys have their favorite look on you and Paul's is when you wear a button-up of any color with a simple black tie, a pencil skirt and a pair of Dr.Marten boots. He especially likes the tie… for reasons. God damn it, you know the reasons, get out of here. 

He’s a very affectionate boy and he finds your looks over confusion some of the cutest shit he’s ever seen. Probably the first one to tell you that he loves you and you honestly like glitched out. Did you feel the same way? Yes, but poor little thing you doesn’t say it right away, but Paul knows that you aren’t really used to saying things like that without warming up to it. Which is okay. He knows even if you don’t say it. 

He definitely steals one of your blazers to put pins on it. Marko helps, putting a few patches on it that they both know you would like. It’s the one item that stands out in all of your clothing and you will wear it if they ask you to. 

Marko definitely thinks the look is cute and it suits you very well, but why no color?! You wear dark colors but nothing bright like the colors that are on his jacket. He tries to slip in some colorful clothing into your everyday look, it never goes as planned but you give him an A for effort. 

He loves how dark you can be at times though. You want to go to a local graveyard just because? Sure! Let’s go! He’s your designated graveyard buddy. You have many date nights there, looking at all the different gravestones and finding it interesting when you jot down some names in one of your notebooks. 

Speaking of notebooks, you have many of them. They were filled with notes from books you’ve read, real life observations or even just some random poetry and short stories that you wrote. Marko would go through them a lot and even sometimes draw little doodles or rough sketches that were thought up from your writings. 

When you spend nights down at the Boardwalk, your go to drink isn’t a slushie or a milkshake or even a soda. It’s coffee or tea. Yeah, and only Marko knows your drink orders by heart. None of the others seem to remember them correctly which you thank them for trying but Marko has got them all beat. 

Marko likes seeing you in sweaters and in your trousers or linen shorts with chelsea boots. If anything, when the two of you are alone, just wearing a knit sweater and shorts were perfect for him. He likes how cozy and warm you look. He’s very happy when he cuddles you and you are warm. 

Now when they tell you that they’re vampires, you think that they’re joking. Vampires aren’t real, they’re a work of fiction. Yes there was a real man named Dracula, but there was no way that they were actual vampires. 

Then they showed you hard proof and then there was no denying it at that point. Instead of running away, you were fascinated. You wanted to understand your boyfriends vampire ways that lead to you conducting extensive research and a notebook dedicated to them. 

They showed you everything about them, how they feed, to which you didn’t bat an eyelash of watching them feed one night. You were one morbid chick but they saw that as a plus that you didn’t react. You had graveyard dates for crying out loud, nothing really surprised them at that point.

Flying came next and they had a lot of fun showing you just how high they could go with you in their arms. You never screamed at the height, you were too caught up in seeing the overhead view of the town. You could get used to seeing a view like that every night.  

Then came the other things; how they slept before you came along, what actually hurt them and what didn’t. There was one time that you stared at their vampire faces for hours because you were taking notes on how their facial features changed. 

Soon you had to stock up on more turtlenecks because of the many bite marks they would leave behind from feeding on you if the weather was bad one night. It wasn’t tough adapting to their occasional feeding. A lot of your clothing already covered up your skin so it was easy to hide from people on your nights out. 

Not too long after, they popped the question. Would you want to be a vampire? Live forever, never grow up? Be with them for all eternity? You didn’t really need to think about it for too long, you knew what your answer was and so did they even if you didn’t say it out loud. You loved your boys and not much would change.

When you did change, it was entertaining for them to watch. You soon started taking down notes about your progress, comparing and contrasting your experience to their own. 

To the eyes of many, you became even more dark and mysterious. You had an aura around you that drew people in, it’s what got you your four vampire boyfriends, only now, it brought in your meal for the night.