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YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY CASSIE TIME
every1 look @ her outfits........ if u dont want to read th worlds longest oc lore dump u can go in #party rat, #cassie, or #boss cass and learn literally everything u need 2 know abt her frm context clues
SO THATS CASSIEEE my mgs oc ✨ aka cassandra aka cass aka party rat aka my baby
looong story short she was your classic mgs child soldier with a streak of bad luck until she tried to KILL big boss in the late 1960s. she was one of the first poor bastards he took under his wing and following the dubiously canon events of the san hieronymo incident she became one of the original members of the foxhound unit: solitary shrike.
obviously that code name sucks ASS and honestly so did she; she was moody, rude, violent and didnt work well with others. absolutely no joy or whimsy until she met some british asshole named lance hewitt, codename bengal tiger, and got paired up with him. they proceeded to survive a catastrophic near death mission that changed the trajectories of their lives FOREVER on account of they emerged from it so ride or die for each other that they began matching each others freak to an inadvisable degree.
she changed her name (surprise her given name isnt cassandra. only 3 people in the whole world know what it used to be and im not one of those people) and her code name to reflect the "new her" she wanted to cultivate after facing death, branding herself "party rat." the goal? fill whatever life she had left with as much joy, love & fun as she possibly could. she was going to sing as loud as she wanted, dance as wild as she felt like, and finally stop holding herself back from fully connecting with the people around her. to solidify this, as well as to show her complete and utter over the top devotion to him, she took on lances last name, finally becoming the cassandra hewitt we all know + love
now a member of the MSF cass works as an engineer sergeant, chief mechanic, & generally invents a bunch of highly questionable weapons and machines. she also operates on the field as a demolitions expert for her squad, which grows to include an absolute dickhead named joaquin gutierrez, or mangey jackal. though she tries to embrace her new party spirit and the "peace and love" vibes of the time, he singles out bengal for some intensive one on one training and eventually pushes him to the point of breaking, making cass snap and quite literally bite his ear off. but like. he was fine. and everyone got better. and she taught him how to do the hustle as a peace offering. nothing a little disco cant fix.
back to the Plot: she eventually gets wrapped up in the creation of metal gear zeke, and was one of the weak points exploited by paz that allowed her to hijack it later on. she meets her canonical end during the ground zeroes incident, dying alone in the lower levels after sending her squadmates ahead to buy time. she blowed up </3
in alternate timelines where she survives she loses her left arm and occasionally her leg below the knee as well. as a sole survivor she becomes tangled in a web between big boss, zero, and cipher, creating a PMC of her own in order to pick up the pieces and continue the legacy left to her. she also begins raising the clone sons of her late best friend as her own but THATS neither here nor there <- dont even worry about it if the others survive she manages to slip from the attention of the higher ups and settles on creating a relief network with amanda valenciano libre, an old friend from her time in the msf. no matter what, cass maintains a stubborn belief that unless shes seen the bodies of her friends theyre still alive, which means she cant rest until shes found them. even if it takes Nine Years
ANYWAYS LIKE. tldr: shes like if pinkie pie had a party cannon that killed people for realsies
#if anyone reads all that. well idk i guess im kissing u on the mouth#shes my life this is like barely scratching the surface#ive got her connected to so many plot points and characters#her relationship with lance and jack is insane#she just wants to have fun now ok but god keeps blowing things up in her face#good thing she likes explosives#ANYWAYSSSSSSSSS#there are multiple playlists for her its mostly kesha#i could & would go on but the nurse has arrived with my sedative#party rat#<- her main tag#the others are for the college au where shes a stupid drummer in a shitty band#and for when shes the worlds worst best boss#respectively#also i am NOOOOOOOOOOT tagging anything m/gs if it shows up in the tag i will DIEEEEEEEEEE#uhhhhhhh#hi i like her i have more picture of her.. mayb one day ill post all her outfits (college + older design) idkkkkkkkk#ps if u made it to the end of all these tags. what are u a super freak#dm me a sparkle emoji 4 getting this far & i will like send u a picture of a horse or smth idk#yay cassie :+)#asked and answered
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You know I'd still die for you
TO MY STAR 2: OUR UNTOLD STORIES
#some pain for everyone for free hehe#to my star 2#to my star 2: our untold stories#son woohyun#kim kangmin#baek songha#terribly lit scenes my beloathed#made this with my sed :( playlist on#was an experience#111gif#typ
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natsuki x fem!popstar!reader headcanons for a reader who's a semi-famous popstar that goes to the same school and joins the club? :33 (IM CRINGING AS I WRITE THIS GUYS 😔🥰)
NATSUKI MENTIONED RAAAHHH SHE'S SO MEEE (also dw dollface it's not cringey :33)
-⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AS IF I WOULD EVER LIKE YOU, IDIOT⠀!⠀⠀. . . ⠀⠀⠀ just be more careful .
character - natsuki
fandom - doki doki literature club
gender - fem reader
a/n - no sayori (i cldnt be bothered 🙁.) + swearing + mentions of wlw sex things (??)
creator - umeqii
okay so, natsuki is very known throughout the school on how she likes "childish and cutesy" typa things
and even throughout the club she was looked down on for her cutesy exterior; she knew they meant well but she wasn't taken that seriously :((
but you were quite similar !
you had interests that no one else had, and was mocked in school, but then you got into music and boom!!
you were famous !!
yur songs were mostly about how you feel, with hidden meanings in them or some of them just being lyrics you thought of at 2 AM when binge watching KNY
the first song you made was called 'P.U.N.K GIRL' (P.U.N.K Girl by Heavenly btw :33!!), and it blew up !!
it was used throughout wlw edits, like shinomitsu and hachinana >3<
natsuki had also seen an edit using that song and she LOVVESS it :33!!!
it's in every playlist she makes, no matter how different the playlist themes are !!
and you started posting more and more songs and your popularity grew more and more each and every day !!
for example; 'WHERE YOU BEEN HIDING?' (Where You Been Hiding by Sinéad Harnett) was one of your most popular songs !!
when you transfered to their school, you were actually in yuri's class
when she first saw you, you were definitely very accessorised and had a very different style to most people
she immediately thought of natsuki when she saw you
you actually got seated beside her, and the reason on how ym started talking was bc yu were writing another one of ur songs :P
'BANG BANG BANG' (Bang Bang Bang by Sohodolls)
you were on the verse where it mentions, 'neon streets are full of lust.' and then yuri decided to speak up
despite her socially awkward demeanor, she spoke and carried herself very nicely
she already knew you were a singer due to her classmates' conversations (she doesn't talk in class unless she gets chosen so she js listens in on others)
and you started saying how you have writer's block and couldn't think of anymore lyrics
yuri then mentioned the literature club and said she could take you along with her after class
she was genuinely so scared if you would say no, because she didn't wanna embarrass herself :((
but luckily u sed yes :333!!!!!
anyways, to the club, mc was the first one to realise you :o
( btw, in this au, monika isn't basically the creator and mc is a real 'character' aswell as you and all of the other ddlc girls )
he was literally js abt to enter the club ://
then ym started talking and he seemed to not recognise you so you were quite happy because of how yuve been getting alot of attention from ppl so it was a nice change
UNTIL YURI MENTIONED IT .
im kidding i luv yuri shes js my least fav member
NOT LIKE I HATE HRR BUT I JS PREFER THE OTHER MEMBERS (natsuki, monika, sayori n yuri idc if no one asked fuck you)
and he was js like "whoa, so you make songs? cool." and fr js walked inside
like where's the enthusiasm :/// slash jay
then as you walked in, mc started talking to this pretty brown haired girl who seemed quite surprised to see you
then yuri told you to wait by the door and she went to mc and spoke to the green eyed female
as you were waiting, you could hear their mumbles and as the girl with the ponytail was abt to speak, a door fr hit you
"ah, hel-"
"OW WHAT THE HELL"
and the thing is, the door didn't even stop moving when yu screamrd ☠️☠️
and as you were fr abt 2 throw hands, yu saw this lowkey short pink haired girl who was holding a tray of sumthin
"sorry, do you mind being more care-"
"OH MY GOD"
i feel like of natsuki was a big fan of ur music, she wld FREAK if she saw yu irl
esp since she hit u w a door !!
but yk who doesn't hit their celebrity crush every now n then
(devon bostick ily/j)
she webt RED RED ://
not like "omg her cheeks flushed red...kawaii..."
LIKE RED ☠️☠️
her whole ass body n things
LIKE AND THE WAY HER EYES LIT UP WHEN SHE SAW YOU 😋😋
"are you okay natsuki?" - monika
"YOU'RE Y/N L/N OH MY FUCKING GOD"
and she dropped the tray and turns out it was cookies and u gen felt yur heart shatter
"oh yeahhahaha that's me..!"
bro why do mfs always recognise you in the stupidest times
like sm1 fr recognised u in the bathroom when yu were gnna piss
but yh HEADCANONS time bc i'm a lazy shit and i have to wake up at 5:30 tmrw for skl
okay so natsuki is naturally insecure of her tendencies to push people away, and she honestly hates herself for it which is SOOOOOO real lmfao
but how she is towards the other members is so different compared to you
she always has a giddy smile on her face just bc of the mention of ur name
and her heart always skips a flutter seeing yur smile
she doesn't show it though of course..
they just have a littllleee bit of a softer side for ya !! (natsuki is she/they argue w the way if u disagree)
you're lowkey rich asf but not THAT rich bc yur stupidass self spends too much monry on merch n figurines
good thing yur amazing producer, mari, helps ya out >3<
YEAH AND SO WHAT IF I ADD MYSELF IN LIKE EVERYONE IF THESE STORIES??
i'm the creator not you like bffr ://
anyways im kidding ily probably unless you're an eyesore but anyways ahahhaa
when yu first introduced natsu 2 mari, SHE HATED HER ☠️.
mariyas js a bit too mean sometimes
"what's with that outfit? i wouldn't be caught dead wearing that ugly thing out of the house.."
"who do you think you a-?"
"ugh, shut up. your voice is hurting my head. and that's a lot judging from how i listen to Y/N's singing like..every month..."
but then again, they're really similar but they just view things differently
like mari doesn't wanna be scary, and natsuki doesn't wanna be cute >_<
anyways how ym got together was that she invited u over to make cupcakes and she sed she cld even help u w a new song
and blah blah blah she was implying it as a wlw song and you js ended up kissing eachother n made out n probably scissored or smth idfk i js saw a bird fall to it's fate ☠️ .
I SWEAR IM NOT TRYNA SEXUALISE NATSUKI BUT SHES OVER 18 N YH (im js self projecting bc im a bitch and this is what i wld do dont hate me guys)
but yh, u did make a song
it's called , 'SPACE GIRL' and it's based off of natsuki's pov of you
(space girl by Frances Forever)
#umeqii#natsuki x reader#ddlc natsuki#doki doki literature club#ufhdjdhdh dont cancel me#i luv her#she/they natsuki real#my num 1 ddlc kinnie
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샵 모음 - S#arp Music Playlist
If any K-pop fans want to try something new and a bit different from newer K-pop songs, please try S#arp.
Trust me when I say they are a lot of fun to listen to (even when you may not know or know the story/ background of S#arp), their music in just one album is like a roler coaster tome it is at least (OMG trying to explaine why I like this group is just 😆😁)
When you love music of a K-pop group, that is no longer active, and not many people know/ like but also want them to become more well known and their music to become popular again. (It's like keeping a secret or keeping something to one's self so no one else can have but at the same time want other people to know and love.)
S#arp is one of my first favourite coed K-pop groups that debuted in the late 90s (ahh, when K-pop was quirky and different, the early years of K-pop (in my opinion, of course, some may agree) and one of many favourite 1st gen kpop groups.
It's probably a minor frustration of mine and or any other lover of old K-pop songs like me, is that you can't find full Albums or even a single song of sed K-pop groups, duoes, soloists and bands on Youtube both in English and Korean (mostly 80s and 90s that I'm talking about).
Even though Youtube made a playlist of S#arps songs, almost all their Albums (4 albums out of 6 and 1 compilation Album) are on there, which is why there is another playlists of S#arp's music that has 2 more of the Albums.
youtube
I've watched this video 3 times, and it's one of the reasons I got interested in 90s K-pop in the first place. I wish more people that like K-pop know about the history/ foundations of K-pop (the 90s is when K-pop was pretty much born by Seotaji and Boys).
@anemoiawithatouchofobsession and @kpopsunbaes, do you also find this a bit annoying, or is it just me.
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I’ve Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 12)
NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER
summary: the reader’s location is revealed, and Nesta settles into autumn
warnings: the usual IC slander, Rhys slander, mentions of abuse/beating, misogyny
word count: 5.3k
DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE
a/n: sorry for the long wait! i made this chapter shorter than originally intended because it would have been way too long haha
feedback is appreciated, just no hate pls! these are just my opinions, i’m more curious to see how you all like the writing and characterization and storylines!
part 1 // part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 /
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READER POV
Cold, thick, darkness. It was all you had felt for the past few hours, the chill seeping into your bones unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Your mind was hazy, unable to form a coherent thought. Every limb felt stiff and cold, unable to move more than a few centimetres – not that you could focus long enough to try.
Your eyes cracked open a sliver, just long enough to see a pair of boots walking towards you. You felt your body being hauled up, arms brought above your head before your vision faded to black.
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Every muscle ached with stiffness, the air somehow colder than before. The motion of opening your eyes felt like prying two stuck pieces of parchment apart. Your mouth was as dry as a desert, and you had no idea how long it had been since your last sip of water. You expected to cringe at the light of whatever room you were in, but you didn’t. A few torches were lit, casting a dim, eerie, yellow glow in the otherwise dark room.
From what you could see through your blurry vision, walls of stone surrounded you. They were jagged, marked with scrapes as if giant claws had torn at them for a thousand years. The torches added no warmth to the freezing room, and you realised you still wore the dress from the Hewn City. The star-veiled train had been removed, leaving your upper arms bare without its soft covering. The dress felt ten times heavier on your aching body.
You went to move your shoulder, only to be met with the clank of metal. Alertness rising quickly, you tried to move your arm but realised it was locked in place by a chain secured around your wrist. The chain was tight, making your fingers numb. An identical chain was locked around your other wrist, spreading your arms out to each side. They were bolted into the wall, secure enough to prevent almost any movement.
Panic rose in you as you tugged rapidly, breath heaving at the realisation of your surroundings. You were in a prison cell, chained up with no visible door in sight. The more your vision cleared up, the more your memories came flooding back. The last thing you remembered was feeling Azriel’s scarred hand ripping your own from Nesta, his shadows engulfing you right as your vision went black.
“It’s no use.” A familiar, deep voice sounded from the corner of the room as you pulled on the chains again.
You inhaled sharply, the shadows parting to reveal the Spymaster of the Night Court emerging from the darkness. His hazel eyes almost glowed in the dimness of the room, and he twirled Truth-teller in his right hand. His stare was cold and merciless, making even your blood still. This was not the grouchy Illyrian who trained you and rolled his eyes whenever you said something stupid. No, this was the shadowsinger in his purest, deadliest form.
“Those chains are meant to hold beings much more powerful than you,” Azriel’s voice was somehow colder than the air in the room. “You aren’t getting out. Don’t mind the drowsiness, I gave you a sedative a few hours ago. It will wear off eventually.”
It was an effort to keep your breath from rising rapidly. You shifted your weight, feeling another set of cold chains around your ankles as well.
“Az, what are you doing?” Your voice rasped, throat aching from the dryness. You thought he would offer you water, but he did nothing. He only stared at you with that cold gaze.
You swallowed, looking up at him through your half closed eyes, dropping from exhaustion. “Why am I here?”
“Because I told him to bring you here.”
Your head snapped up at the sound of the High Lord’s voice. Rhysand appeared from a cloud of dark mist, hands casually in his pockets. He was still dressed in his attire from dinner, minus the jacket. It must have only been a few hours since the ball at most, you figured. Yet it had felt like days since Azriel had snatched you away.
“Why?” You whispered, arms already aching from the strain of the chains. Rhysand did not hide the rage from his violet eyes this time. No, he had no audience of citizens that forced him to keep his composure. Deep down, you knew any laws of what he could and could not do to you were void.
Rhys stared you down, smirking at the way your body shook under his gaze. Any strength you had was gone, your body finally giving out. You couldn’t even feel Nesta through the bond. A hole could have been in your sternum for all you knew, given how much it ached not to sense her presence. Your mind flashed back to that look the High Lord gave you as you danced with Eris, a look of knowing and hatred spilling across his features akin to the look on his face now.
The High Lord did not move as he spoke at Azriel, who had not moved from the corner of the room. “Leave us.”
Azriel’s brows furrowed, and he took a step forward. “Rhys–”
“You are clearly too close to the situation, seeing as you failed to see what was going on.” Rhys growled, not looking at his spymaster. “Leave. Go back to your duties.”
No… You begged. As much as Azriel was looking at you with coldness, you had spent more time with the spymaster than you had with the High Lord. You knew what he would do, what he was capable of. With Rhys, there was no telling how far he would go, or how he’d use his powers against you. Azriel was the better option for you, and Rhys knew it. Please, please refuse. Stay.
Your silent pleas were in vain. Without even looking at you, Azriel nodded at Rhys before melting back into the shadows. Your heart sank, and you cursed yourself for even having hope that he’d stay. Azriel was content to let Rhys send you to certain death on a mission you were not equipped for, this time would be no different.
For the next minute, neither you nor Rhys said a word. He only stared at you, as if waiting for you to break and plead to get out. Despite your lack of strength, you refused to give in. Intimidation attempts by males was something you were used to, High Lords or not. But you also didn’t have it in you to make any kind of snappy remark. It felt as if all the life had been drained from your body by some invisible force. It had sucked it out of you, leaving you hollow.
“You know why you’re here.” Rhysand spoke calmly, leaning his shoulder against the stone wall a few feet away from you. He cocked his head, waiting for you to respond.
But you didn’t give in, only closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. There was no point in playing dumb, not in your current position. It was just you and the High Lord alone in this dark prison, not bound by any rules or laws. You only prayed you could last long enough to give him a hard time.
He sighed, clucking his tongue. “Well,” He said. “ If you’re not going to admit it, then why don’t I walk you through it, shall we?”
You only sighed, wishing for nothing but a sip of water. Your wrists were already beginning to rub raw from the metal, joints straining at the strain. You let your head drop, neck aching with just the weight of holding your head up for those few minutes.
“Your sudden change of heart was interesting,” Rhys began. “Since you hated us so much. I had hoped you began working for us because you saw the sense in it, but now I think it had to do with something else. A certain female Archeron perhaps?”
All the training Azriel had given you about being questioned went out the window at the mention of Nesta’s name. You flinched, and the High Lord chuckled darkly.
“That’s what I thought.” He continued. “Anywho, I sent spies back into the Spring Court after you left so abruptly, just to check that your reports were true. It seems you failed to mention that not only was Tamlin actively rebuilding his court, but that you were the one behind it. Please, tell me if I’m wrong.”
Again, you said nothing. You wished that the ground would open up and swallow you whole. This was not how things were supposed to go. You could only hope that Eris had gotten Nesta out successfully. He most likely had, given Rhys likely didn’t have the balls to try and stop Nesta after her display of power. You only prayed that Eris would uphold his end of the deal and keep her safe.
Somehow, you knew he would.
The High Lord continued his monologue, every word making the pit of fear in your stomach grow. “So you’ve been lying to us about the Spring Court, I wondered what else you had been hiding. I fully intend on finding out what that is.”
You took a minute to calm your breathing before raising your head and meeting Rhys’ violet gaze. “So what?” You rasped.
He raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”
“So what if I helped rebuild the Spring Court?” Your challenge was weak given your exhaustion from whatever Azriel had put in you, but you put every ounce of bite into it you could muster. “It was my home, Rhysand. I want to see it get better, and Tamlin giving his people food and shelter does not affect you in any way.”
Rhys hummed, flicking a finger to the side. The chains around your wrists jolted, pulling your arms even farther apart. Searing pain shot through your shoulder, and you couldn’t stop the cry of pain that left your mouth. It felt like your very bones were being stretched to the maximum, and you gritted your teeth.
“Perhaps,” He said. “But nonetheless, you disobeyed my orders. Your job was to report Tamlin’s every movement in the Spring Court, and you lied.”
“Get over it.” You grumbled.
“You’re going to tell me what else you’ve been hiding , (Y/N). And don’t think about asking Nesta for help through your bond. She can’t reach you here.”
NESTA’S POV
Nesta had just finished pulling on her warm leather gloves when a knock sounded at the door. After another hearty breakfast that she practically devoured, a servant had laid out a forest green dress, along with a pair of thick brown tights, accompanied by a coat and gloves of the same shade. After the unsettling revealing attire of the Night Court, Nesta was thrilled to finally be offered something more modest like she was used to. The dress fit suspiciously well, and was warm enough to fend off the chill that came through the window.
After smoothing her skirts and standing up, Nesta walked over and opened the door. As predicted, Eris was on the other side, looking charming as ever. His red locks were tied back, save for the few thin strands that framed her sharp face. He was dressed in a green tunic the exact same shade as Nesta’s dress, a brown belt slung across his waist.
Nesta scoffed as she took in the prince’s attire. “Must you always dress us in matching outfits? It’s weird.”
Eris’ green eyes sparkled, as if he were delighted she insulted him. “On the contrary, my dear,” He said in mock hurt, leaning against the doorframe. “It is but a symbol of the love we have for each other, no?”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re obnoxious.”
“And you get to enjoy it for the rest of your immortal life.” He winked, pushing off the doorframe and extending his arm. “Now come, we have much to get done before dinner.”
Nesta sighed, wrapping her arm through Eris’ and begrudgingly allowing him to lead her out of her room. The hallway was wide, dark wooden arches overhead with torches along the sides. This was the first time she had left her room since coming to Autumn, she realised, slowing her footsteps.
Despite his long strides, Eris seemed to notice Nesta’s hesitation, and slowed his steps to meet her own. It was a simple gesture, but one that she appreciated. For months, she had been the one forced to exert herself, mentally and physically, to catch up to everyone else. To be the one who had to adjust, and simply get over it, rather than get a bit of basic understanding from those around her. But not now, not with you or Eris. You had always made Nesta feel like she had a chance to catch her breath, to stop trying to mould herself into someone else’s expectations.
She felt similar while with Eris. He did not push her, or give her the illusion of a choice to get what he wanted. Thus far, he had spoken plainly with her, not skirting around the truth but also respecting her space. He was a complex male, and Nesta wasn’t stupid enough to think she knew him at all. But in the time she had been under his care, she felt safe. Not caged like a feral beast waiting to be unleashed.
And so Nesta let him lead her down the hallway, approaching the open living space. It had a massive fireplace, several lavish couches surrounding it. A medium sized table stretched in front of one of the massive windows, a bowl of fruit adorning the red cloth. She noticed the large bookshelf tucked away in the corner, two armchairs on either side of it.
“You are safe here, within these grounds.” Eris assured her calmly, noticing the tenseness in Nesta’s arm. “Like I said, my father cannot get in, and those within these walls work solely for me. I will show you around the house and prepare you as best I can for tonight, if that is okay with you.”
Nesta nodded, her gaze trailing to the clearing across the water that she had gazed at through her window. The white and bay horses were still there, laying down in the soft grass with their legs folded under them. The leaves rustled with a gentle breeze, sunlight peeking through the clouds and casting golden beams across the clearing.
Eris stopped walking, noting Nesta’s lack of attention. “Nesta?”
“Can we…” Her voice trailed off, but Eris did not rush her to speak. He waited patiently while she took a breath. “Can we go out there?”
“Of course. But do you not want a tour of the house first so you know where to find everything?”
She shook her head, trying to find the words to make Eris understand. “Later, yes. For now I just… I’ve had enough of being stuffed inside a house. I want to go outside.”
Eris did not scoff at her, or argue that she was never locked up, like some from the Night Court would have. He simply nodded, steering her towards the large wooden doors instead of the next corridor. With every step towards them, Nesta felt her heart quicken at the anticipation of stepping outside for the first time in days.
When they got to the door, Eris turned his head towards Nesta. “Go ahead.” He said softly.
Hesitantly, she reached forward, as if her body couldn’t believe Eris was letting her do this. Part of her knew it was pathetic, to be so overjoyed over such a simple thing. But she tried to let herself indulge in it, this one simple joy of being allowed to let herself out.
Taking a deep breath, Nesta pushed the door open. The wooden doors swung seamlessly and revealed a cobblestone path into the clearing. The fresh air flooded Nesta’s lungs, the crisp air so different from the stuffiness of the room. A small garden was set up beside the pathway, a few vegetables sprouting from the earth. She took a step down the walkway, the small heels of her boots softly clicking on the stone.
“It’s beautiful, is it not?” Eris said quietly, his arm squeezing Nesta’s slightly.
She nodded, still in awe of the scenery before her. The crystal blue water rippled slightly in the breeze, a few red leaves floating atop its surface like decorations. The horses in the distance continued to lay down, their eyes half closed.
“I’ve never seen horses do that.” Nesta said in awe. She was no stranger to horses, but they had always been in stalls or paddocks in her village. And certainly never laying down.
Eris followed her gaze. “They feel safe enough here to lay down. Horses are flight animals, and will only lay down when they are certain there is no threat.”
“Are they yours?”
“Yes. I do not keep them in a stable like most other horses. They prefer to be here, out in the open. And so I let them roam free. The white mare is Calypso, and the brown one is Diadoro. Calypso is the one I usually ride. There is a third one, a large chestnut mare named Ginger, but I have not seen her in a few days.”
“Where is the third one?” Nesta asked, and he shrugged.
“Probably off in the woods somewhere. I’ll start to worry at the end of the week if I don’t see her.”
Before Nesta could respond, Eris gently led her further down the path. They stepped onto the grassy clearing, following it around the edge of the water towards the horses. She tensed up, not wanting to startle the animals that could kill her with one swift kick.
“What’s the matter, afraid of horses?” Eris teased, scoffing gently.
“No.” Nesta huffed, glaring at him. “Just not… used to them.”
“Did you never ride one growing up?”
“No. My mother taught me that it was not ladylike.”
Eris snorted, rolling his eyes at her comment. “A pathetic excuse. I can teach you, if you’d like?”
She laughed, not truly meaning it. “Out of the kindness of your heart?”
The second the words left Nesta’s mouth, she felt regret pool in her stomach. Eris’ jaw tensed, furthering her regret. While she did not fully trust him still, Eris had done nothing wrong to her. In fact, he was risking his neck helping her. He took a beating from his father for bringing her to the Autumn Court, and did his best to put off meeting Beron until Nesta felt ready. He did not make her feel like a burden, or a broken puzzle that he had to put back together. And she would pick him over Rhysand any day.
But Eris said nothing, merely continued on and let go of her arm. Nesta came to a standstill as Eris strode over to the white mare, Calypso, who opened her eyes at his approach.
“Hello beautiful…” Eris’ voice was soft and gentle in a way that Nesta hadn’t heard before. His formality was gone, and he cooed gently praises to the creature.
Calypso nickered softly, touching Eris’ extended hand with her nose. He stroked her face, then turned around and sat down in the grass. To Nesta’s shock, he leaned backwards and rested his back on Calypso’s large shoulders. The horse didn’t flinch as he did so, merely closed her eyes and lowered her nose to the grass to resume her nap.
Eris smirked, noting Nesta’s shocked stare. “They trust me. Which makes you the odd one out here.”
She was about to snap back, but a low whinny from behind her made her turn around instead. Diadoro, the brown horse, had raised his head and was looking directly at her.
The Prince laughed. “Somebody wants your attention but is too lazy to get up and come say hi.”
“Will it bite me?” Nesta was still unsure of being so close to such a large creature.
“Oh definitely. He’ll consume your entire arm and digest it in his fat belly, actually. Then he’ll grind your bones in his teeth for fun.”
“You are vile.” Nesta hissed at him, grossed out.
His eyebrows flicked up once. “I know.”
Ignoring the redhead male, Nesta turned back to Diadoro. His brown eyes were soft, gazing right at her as if he could see right into her rotten soul. She swallowed, trying to push down every horrid thing she hated about herself so he couldn’t see it in that freaky way that only animals could. So many people had looked at Nesta in so many different ways – hate, disgust, judgement, pity. But never this soft curiosity, with the exception of you. You, Eris, and Diadoro apparently were the only ones whose eyes didn’t curdle with judgement upon seeing her.
Diadoro nickered, as if sensing her thoughts were about to spiral into guilt and worry for you. He blinked, the white star on his forehead gleaming in the sunlight. His black mane was blowing in the gentle breeze, and he extended his head forward towards Nesta. Hesitantly, she took off her glove, tucking it under her other arm as she reached forward.
Her fingers brushed Diadoro’s nose, his gentle breath warming her hand. His nose was softer than the finest silk, and Nesta began to relax as she stroked it. Diadoro blinked slowly, nuzzling into her touch.
“He’s a sweet creature,” She heard Eris say from behind her. “He’s got some spice to him, but only when he’s protective. He’s a gentle giant, with a loyal heart.”
Nesta crouched down beside the horse, running her hand down his thick neck. She expected him to pin his ears or quickly stand up, running away from her like the monster she was. But Diadoro simply relaxed into her touch, showing no signs of getting up.
“Diadoro is probably the only pure soul in this court. Which we should take the time to get you educated on before tonight.” Eris said. Nesta turned to look at him, expecting him to stand up and resume their journey. But like Diadoro, Eris remained seated.
“What are you doing?” Nesta asked, puzzled.
Eris shrugged. “Sitting?”
“Aren’t you going to prepare me for tonight?”
“I see no reason why I cannot do that here. Diadoro and Calypso certainly won’t spill our secrets, Lady Archeron.”
Nesta rubbed the gelding’s head. “Am I supposed to sit on the ground?”
Eris smirked playfully. “If you insist on a chair, my lady, it would be my pleasure to bring you one. Actually, more of a displeasure, since I am quite comfortable and do not feel like standing up.”
Nesta huffed, but smoothed her skirts and sat herself on the ground with her legs crossed. The grass was surprisingly dry and springy, no dirt or bugs finding their way onto the fabrics. Diadoro, seemingly offended that she did not lean into him, curled his head around and put his nose in her lap. Nesta flinched at how his mouth was resting right on her ankle, but the horse simply sighed. The weight of his head in her lap was heavy, but soothing. Slowly, Nesta removed her other glove and wrapped her hands around Diadoro’s face, stroking gently.
“Good girl.” Eris purred in a voice that sent a shiver up Nesta’s spine.
“You said Diadoro was a male.” She said, looking up at Eris.
His smirk was positively feline. “He is. I wasn’t talking to him.”
Nesta could only stand to look at him for another second before turning her attention back to the horse. Her braided cornet did nothing to hide the redness in her cheeks, and if Eris made a comment about it she would rip his head clean off. Luckily, the prince merely continued like nothing had happened.
“Anywho,” Eris’ voice came back to its usual cocky tone. “My father is still conflicted over having you in his court, and tonight is your chance to convince him to let you stay.”
Nesta frowned. “I thought you said that he was practically salivating over the idea of us marrying.”
Eris pulled an apple slice from his pocket, feeding it to Calypso before continuing. “He is. But he is also a… traditional male. He is not happy that he and Rhysand did not agree to it first. In his eyes, you are Rhysand’s property to be given away to me with his blessing. Since both Rhysand and my father were denied that, we have a problem. Beron knows that Rhysand did not want you to leave his court, and by having you here he risks the wrath of the Night Court.”
“But I came willingly.” Nesta protested.
Eris shook his head. “Your opinion on this means nothing to my father. Whether you went willingly or not, he does not care. Since you were not given away, Rhysand could technically wage war to bring you back. And as much as my father would love to smite Rhysand into the dust, it is not a war he can afford to fight right now. But you have to convince him that it would be.”
“So let me get this straight,” Nesta fought to push aside the terrifying thought of Rhysand and his circle barging into the Autumn Court to claim her like she was a piece of property. “I have to convince your father that I am worth going to war over keeping?”
Eris nodded. “Correct. He will not give you over easily because it would make him look weak. But he also does not think enough of females to see them as valuable enough to go to war over.”
Every hateful thought and awful thing Nesta had said and done came rising to the front of her mind like a tidal wave. The parts of herself that she hated clawed their way to the surface, screaming at her for inconveniencing everyone around her.
And they were right. You had risked your life to get Nesta out of the Night Court, possibly forfeiting your own in the process. Eris had been beaten bloody by his father for rescuing her. Everyone who helped her had suffered, all because Nesta didn’t want to train in the House of Wind and live in Velaris. And she hated herself for it, for being so weak.
“Eris,” Nesta spoke slowly, her voice hollow. “I’m not worth all this….”
Eris scoffed, glaring at her with his emerald eyes. “I object,” He said plainly. “And not just because you are a powerful female with power from the Cauldron itself. I’ve known (Y/N) many years since she and Lucien became friends, and she is an excellent judge of character. If she thinks you are worth it, then you are. And I think so too.”
Nesta’s heart ached at the mention of you. She missed the sound of your voice, the presence of your being on the other end of the bond. Every day, she reached out to you and every day she was met with nothing but a dark void. She cleared her throat, shoving her feelings back down. “So how do I do it?”
“There are a few rules when it comes to interacting with my father. Many of them you probably know already from growing up with an influential family. Always wait until he tells you to be seated, dress to impress, all of that stuffy nonsense. But never speak to him unless he speaks to you first, and never let him goad you into any sort of reaction. Beron Vanserra loves his mind games, and will look for any excuse to throw you out. And it’s best to just do whatever he says.”
Nesta’s voice went quiet. “Will he hurt me?”
Eris looked at her, a tense seriousness in his gaze. “Not at first,” He said calmly, as if talking to a frightened animal. “If you upset him, he will likely hurt somebody else to take the edge off. But he will not hesitate to hurt you with his words, and you would be wise to submit to him and let him think he hurt your feelings. You cannot stand up for yourself. Let him think he’s breaking you, but do not be too emotional about it. It is a fine line, I understand, but an important one. If you are too emotional, he will see you as weak. But standing up to my father would be challenging him, something he would surely execute you for. So no, he would not harm you physically at first. But if you decide to stay…”
His voice trailed off, making Nesta nervous. “Eris,” She said sternly. “Tell me.”
For once, the Autumn prince looked nervous. “If you decide to stay, he will want to wield you like he would a sword. You would have to train your magic intensely so that you could be of use to him as soon as possible. And he will want proof of improvement. If you fail to do so then yes, Nesta, he will likely harm you. He would not kill you, not when he could use you to his advantage. But using pain, fear and torture to get what he wants is common. He would also want us married as soon as possible so you can start having children.”
Nesta shuddered at the idea of being bred like livestock over and over again. As a child her mother taught her that one day she would have to bear children for her husband. But this… this was different. This was for the sole purpose of distributing her power through Beron’s line, not because he wanted grandchildren. Beron would be even crueller to her children than her grandmother was to her, a bitter thought. Diadoro nestled his nose deeper into her lap, bringing her back to reality.
“It is unpleasant, I know.” Eris said. “But if you train your magic, you can defend yourself. And it is my goal to be rid of my father before things can get to that point. Once I am High Lord, and you are my wife, you do not have to be subjected to such a fate. You are not a broodmare.”
Nesta studied Eris carefully, fixing him with a steady look. “But you would like me to provide you with children.” She said it as a fact rather than a question.
“If that is your wish.” Eris spoke slowly, as if carefully calculating his words. “It would be my honour to have you bear my child. You are an attractive female whose company I enjoy, even when you shoot daggers at me with your eyes. And I will not deny that your magic appeals to me – like calls to like, Nesta. But there is no pressure to go that route, I am perfectly content without children or with them. And we have centuries to figure that out, Nesta.”
Nesta nodded, turning her gaze back to the horse, who was now sound asleep in her lap. She hadn’t thought about what this plan with Eris would look like long term, her marriage to him. Truthfully, not much thought had been given to what her future would look like. For months, Nesta had been stuck in a whirlwind of self-hatred and confusion. Even just making it to the next day was difficult, let alone coming to terms with the fact that she was now immortal and would possibly live for centuries.
Eris was handsome and charming, for all his faults. She had grown up expecting to be in a loveless marriage like her parents, where their children were the only thing that kept them together. Perhaps that would be her and Eris, but a small, naive part of Nesta prayed it wasn’t. She did not know if she wanted to be loved by him, necessarily. But to have someone in her life that looked out for her and respected her just like you had… perhaps Eris would fulfil that role. Only time would tell.
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𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷
greetings. i recently made a playlist for the verdant project to help me get all the vibes (tm) sorted. so i figured i'd share the tracklist here! feel free to judge my music taste wholeheartedly lol
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷
» 2econd 2night 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.) => Will Wood
» 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con) => Will Wood
» Alien Blues => Vundabar
» APHRODITE => Ethan Gander
» Baby Hotline => Jack Stauber
» Be Nice To Me => The Front Bottoms
» Body => Mother Mother
» Burning Pile => Mother Mother
» Charlie's Inferno => That Handsome Devil
» Cigarette Ahegao => Penelope Scott
» The Cult of Dionysus => The Orion Experience
» Dead Man => Self
» Digital Silence => Peter McPoland
» EVL PPL => That Handsome Devil
» The Family Jewels => MARINA
» Feel Better => Penelope Scott
» Fuck You World => Rare Americans
» Green Eye'd Monsta => Rare Americans
» Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In! => Will Wood
» Hermit the Frog => MARINA
» I / Me / Myself => Will Wood
» Kill him (he's a Socialist) => Seb Lowe
» Look Who's Inside Again => Bo Burnham
» Lose My Cool => Rare Americans
» The Main Character => Will Wood
» Milk Man => Rare Americans
» The Mind Electric => Miracle Musical
» My Alcoholic Friends => The Dresden Dolls
» Over & Over => Rio Romeo
» People Eater => Sodikken
» Rat => Penelope Scott
» RUNRUNRUN => Dutch Melrose
» Saint Bernard => Lincoln
» Same Boat We Row => Rare Americans
» SOCIOPATHIC LEECH => Ewy
» Sweater Weather => The Niehgbourhood
» Terms and Conditions => Seb Lowe
» That Sedative => Bad Waitress
» Too Close => Sir Chloe
» Touch-Tone Telephone => Lemon Demon
» Turn the Lights Off => Tally Hall
» Wrecking Ball => Mother Mother
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷
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current driving playlist
…And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead --- "Heart in the Hand of the Matter"; "Days of Being Wild"; "Relative Ways"
Afrorack --- "Rev" and "Desert"
Aho Ssan --- "Tetsuo II"
Alberich --- "Chilsong Chamber"
Alice Glass --- "Remains"
Andy Stott --- Luxury Problems
Annabelle Playe --- Geyser
Ansome --- Selections from Hounds of the Harbor
Arvo Part --- Tabula Rasa mvmt 1, Magnificat for Choir, Annum per Annum for Organ
Austra --- Selections from Feel It Break
Autechre --- Selections from Exai
Author & Punisher --- Selections from Krüller
Bach --- Selections from the Sonatas and Partitas for Solo Violin; Selections from the Well-Tempered Clavier
Beethoven --- Kreutzer Sonata mvmt 1; Symphony 9; Grosse Fuge; Selections from String Quartets opp 127, 130, and 131
Blanck Mass --- "Hush Money"
Bolis Pupul --- "Frogs" and "Ma Tau Wai Road"
Candy Claws --- Selections from Ceres and Calypso in the Deep Time
Carter Tutti Void --- Triumvirate
Chastity --- "Sun Poisoning" and "Strife"
Cherry Glazerr --- I Don't Want You Anymore
CHVRCHES --- "Lies"; "Recover"; "Clearest Blue"
Clark --- "Slap Drones"
Closet Witch --- "Personal Machu Picchu"; "Daylilies"; "Dogs Running"
Cloud Rat --- Do Not Let Me Off the Cliff: Deluxe Edition and "Luminescent Cellar"
Coheed and Cambria --- "A Favor House Atlantic"; "The Afterman"; "Welcome Home"; "Key Entity Extration III: Vic the Butcher"; "The Suffering"
Connesson --- Selections from Pour Sortir au Jour
Cremation Lily --- "I Need to Stop Blaming Myself"
Debby Friday --- Good Luck
Debussy --- Prélude à l'après-midi d'un faune
Diana Damrau --- "Der Hölle Rache"
Divide and Dissolve --- "We Are Really Worried About You"
Dobrinka Tabakova --- String Paths
Dolor --- "Pull Me In"
Eduardo Egüez --- Misa Criolla mvmt 2 and 3
Elbow --- "Grounds for Divorce"
Elusin --- Selections from Synfuels
Emma Ruth Rundle & Thou --- "Magickal Cost"; "Out of Existence"; "Orphan Limbs"
Ensemble La Chimera --- "Tonada El Diamante"; "En Aquel Amor"
Fever Ray --- "Kandy"; "Looking for a Ghost"; "Tapping Fingers"; "If I Had A Heart"; "Keep the Streets Empty for Me"
Giles Corey --- "No One Is Ever Going To Want Me"
glass beach --- Selections from plastic death
Gris --- Il était une forêt
HEALTH --- Selections from RAT WARS; "SLAVES OF FEAR"
Holy Fawn --- "Yawning"
IAMX --- "Insomnia"; "Surrender"; "Spit It Out"
Ictus --- Imperivm; Hambrientos De Un Sol Distinto; "Sed de Venganza"
Jai Paul --- "BTSTU (Edit)"; "Jasmine"
Joanna Newsom --- "The Things I Say"
Keygen Church --- Nel Nome Del Codice; "S E V E R K E T O R"
Kite --- "Hills"
KLANGPHONICS --- "Shapes in the Spray"
Lauren Bousfield --- "Another World is Possible - Presented by US Bank"
Lingua Ignota --- Selections from Sinner Get Ready; "Spite Alone Holds Me Aloft"; "All Bitches Die (Bitches All Die Here)"; "May Failure Be Your Noose"
Lone Pilgrim --- The World Is Not My Home
Lorn --- "Chhurch"
Lorn & Dolor --- Zero Bounce
Low --- "More"
LSDXOXO --- "Sick Bitch"
M. Lamar --- Negrogothic and Funeral Doom Spiritual
M.I.A. --- Selections from Kala
Mandy, Indiana --- Selections from i've seen a way
Marina & the Diamonds --- "Numb"
Menace Ruine --- The Die is Cast; Selections from Nekyia, Venus Armata, and Alight in Ashes
mewithoutYou --- Selections from Brother, Sister; "[dormouse sights]"; "Birnam Wood"; "Julia"
Millie & Andrea --- Drop the Vowels
Mitski --- "I Don't Smoke"; "Love Me More"; "Love Me More (Clark Remix)"; "Townie"; "My Body's Made of Crushed Little Stars"
Model/Actriz --- Dogsbody; "Damocles"; "Suntan"; "Amaranth (mmph remix)"
Oneohtrix Point Never --- "No Good"; "Sticky Drama"
Paula Temple --- Edge of Everything and Deathvox EP
Perfume Genius --- "Describe (A. G. Cook Remix)"
Pictureplane --- "Blade Addict (Crimson Mist)"
Powell --- "So We Went Electric"
Queens of the Stone Age --- "My God Is the Sun"; "If I Had a Tail"
R.E.M. --- Selections from Automatic for the People and Murmur
Rameau --- Selections from Hippolyte et Aricie
Renée Fleming --- "Ich ging zu ihm"
Respighi --- Concerto Gregoriano mvmt 3; "Gagliarda" and "Siciliana" from Ancient Airs and Dances; Violin Sonata in B Minor mvmt 2
Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter --- Selections from SAVED!
Rezz --- Selections from CAN YOU SEE ME?; "Let Me In"
Rossini --- Selections from Il Barbiere Di Siviglia
Run The Jewels --- Selections from Run the Jewels 2 and RTJ 4
Sällskapet --- "Die Zeit Vergeht"
Sarasate --- "Navarra"
Schnittke --- Concerto for Choir; "Credo" from the Requiem; Concerto Grosso 2 mvmt 1
Schubert --- Death and the Maiden Movements 1, 2 and 4; Symphony 8 Movement 1
Scriabin --- Piano Sonatas 5, 6, 7, and 9
seventh stitch --- Selections from murmuring chasms of nostalgia
Sharon Van Etten --- "Hands"
Sia --- "Chandelier"
Simon & Garfunkel --- "My Little Town"
Slowdive --- "Shanty"; "Prayer Remembered"; "The Slab"
Sprain --- Selections from The Lamb as Effigy
Stravinsky --- Selections from The Rake's Progress and Petrushka
The Comet is Coming --- "Angel of Darkness"; "The Hammer"
The Hormones --- "孤独的海"; "航夜"
The Killers --- "Sam's Town"; "Spaceman"
The Knife --- "Silent Shout"; "Marble House"; "Like a Pen"; "Full of Fire"
The Visit --- Through Darkness Into Light
This Thing Called Dying --- "Menneske"; "The Art of Looking the Other Way"
Thou --- Umbilical; Selections from Inconsolable
Torres --- Selections from What an enormous room and Silver Tongue
TR/ST --- "Shoom"
Tzafu --- Selections from Impermanence
Tzusing --- Selections from 東方不敗, A Name Out of Place Collected, and 绿帽 Green Hat
Vampire Weekend --- "Unbelievers"; "Hudson"; "Gen X Cops"; "Capricorn"
Wolf Parade --- Selections from At Mount Zoomer and Apologies to the Queen Mary
Wolves in the Throne Room --- "Initiation at Neudeg Alm"
Yellow Swans --- Left Behind; Out of Practice I; Out of Practice II
Young Galaxy --- "Hard To Tell"; "In Fire"
Ysaye --- Sonata 1 for solo violin mvmt 2, 3, and 4; Sonatas 2, 4, 5, and 6 for solo violin
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SALVE sum nuntius linguae latinae iterum et diu non poteram te invenire quod mutavisti faciem et nomen tuum :( sed nunc te invenio iterum!!!!! euax!!!! verba tua de pugilatore james me admonuerunt alicuius…. carmen dicitur “the night the pugilist learned how to dance” ā “sting”… cogito esse bonissimum et fortasse cogites quoque?
OMG LATIN NONNIE HI WELCOME BACK sorry my change of both theme and username made u so confused, u weren't the only one.. i should've said something about it but it felt so silly to just make an announcement. glad to see u in my inbox again tho!!
AND OMG U DEFINITELY HAVE A POINT it does give boxer james vibes <33 the fic doesn't have a playlist yet but when i finally make one.. it's very possibly going in there!!
giving u a big hug and wishing u the best <333
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~Help finding a nsft horror J-Drama CD~
You can skip down to the bottom for some Tldr. TW list below the cut. Certain words will be censored. MC = you the self insert main character. Questions are encouraged. Dm's open. Open to dark j-drama audio suggestions! Suggest me the juicy m4m yandere CDs.
I don't know where to start this off, especially since it's pretty niche. Okay so, years ago on Youtube long before the rise of asmr & voice acting channels, there were channels dedicated to posting translated nsft j-drama CDs & audios.
I cannot find the channels anymore, I cannot find people talking about my particular audio, I cannot find the playlists saved on my YouTube. I have tried many variations of wording on Google & tried Reddit. I even asked some of my friends if they have any idea, but like I said, it's niche. I would try searching through the chaos that is this site but we all know about the anti-nsft endtimes that occured once upon a time.
These channels sometimes got taken down but not all the time due to them being small channels & the videos being in a different language. Though maybe after all these years they're finally gone?
They were pretty raunchy, some were cropped from a longer audio & some were part of a series. Some were yandere, tsundere, boyfriend and all the additional tropes. The MC's most of the time were female or gender neutral, some were m4m. I doubt the thumbnail art were official to the CD/audio & some channels would link to their or others Tumblr account/s or mention sources.
There were many good ones but there was ONE in particular that has FOREVER stuck with me.
Tw: yandere, dark story, nsfw/l, death, s-icide, messing with the dece-sed, tanning of human skin, mental health, unhealthy relationship.
So, judge me all ya want but here I goooooo.
This particular translation was either part of a series of CDs/audios containing the same character & story or of a much longer audio that was then trimmed. The voice acting for the love interest was one of a very mentally ill character & there is nsft naughty audio. The self insert/MC is very likely to be female due to the . . . Overt noises that occur.
The romantic interest was a male yandere character who comes across the MC washed up on a rocky cliff coastline. They are hinted at having jumped or fallen, especially since previous bodies that washed up are from s-icides. I believe the MC had amnesia and the love interest was nursing them back to health from the brink of death.
This was the first body he had come across that was alive and during this audio he was admitting his feelings towards them. The audio clearly spoke back to the characters previous experiences getting to look after the MC (you) & getting close with eachother.
I can't remember how they got to this point in the dialogue but either the MC figured it out or the love interest admitted that his leather bags & furniture were made out of human skin. The skin coming from the cörpses he fished up from the cliffs which he would then tan.
I do believe he might of also turned his family into pieces of his "art" but I might be incorrect as I was also listening to other CD's/audios during that time. I'm not too sure if he k-lled his family, they had an accident near the cliffs or whatever else.
He was a very lonely character who is very unwell in his mind. He might of also had thoughts of also j-mping off the very same cliffs, but that might have also been the MC. Either or.
Eventually they end up doing the down & dirty in his bed. A+ for having actual good audio for the nsfw noises. A+ for my first ever audio sound experince. A+ for derranged voice acting. A+ for making my skin crawl from absolute creepiness. A+++ for being forever stuck in my mind ever since then.
This audio has stuck with me for many years even with how dark it is & because of how dark it is. I would love to find it again! I wish to experince this creepy audio anime man once again and his very unhealthy relationship with you the MC.
Tldr; crazy yandere male love interest who turns washed up cörpses skin into furniture & bags. MC also found washed up but was alive, is nursed back to health by the love interest. Admits to them about his "art" pieces. Ends up having smëx. Drama CD/audio is most likely part of a series or of a longer audio, I discovered it on YouTube many years ago. I cannot find anyone talking about this audio.
#j drama#yandere#drama cd#japanese#nsft#lost media#help me find this#help me find something#horror#audio drama#yandere character#j-drama#it is a shame i can't find drama cds on youtube anymore because of the asmr your tsundere boyfriend experience voiceacting channels#if anyone has any idea then please please please 🙏#my mind is plagued by yandere cliff boy#horror audio drama#gore
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I’m Bored and Anxious So I Slapped Together a List of Fan Fic Writer Asks
1. Share a song that makes you think of [The Heir of the Dragon]: How to train your dragon theme.
2. Do you read/reread your own fics? Guilty.
3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? Snow.
4. How many WIPs do you have right now? 52
5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write? Andreas gets Stella Pregnant
6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time? 100% Happy to Help (reylo love) , Who We Are (Silrah, my reason why Saul is a selkie), and currently Someone in her Corner (my new HOTD obsession)
7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now? 12... possibly 13
8. What project(s) are you currently working on? Heir of the Dragon (for real), a new Fate multichapter, and finishing some old NCIS stuff
9. Do you write every day? Do lesson plans count? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written! Take a swamp tromp.
10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? Snow, I didn't expect anyone to think it was good.
11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics? I do. It's saved on my spotfiy.
12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it! I don't. I should though.
13. How much planning do you do before writing? Uh... a lot
14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick? Heir of the Dragon or the Enchantrix stories
15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters? Song lyrics, poems, and prompts
16. At what point in the process do you come up with titles? Uh at the end? Sometimes I save it something funny in my drive and that's the title.
17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic? Best tools for dismemberment
18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic? “If you mean they can cause a snowstorm, so you don’t have your magic history test tomorrow, no. Sorry to disappoint.”
19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.
“Da! Da, I sort of…oh,” Sky skidded to a stop in front of the two men. “Um, hi, Uncle Ben.” “Sky,” Ben greeted. “Did you set fire to the school?” Saul asked, sipping his scotch. “Not exactly.” “Did you spot a Burned One?” “No, I…” “Is it some sort of magical disaster?” “Um…no?” “You sure?” Saul pressed, glancing up at his son. “You ran in here like the hells of hound were after you.” “I turned Bloom into a dragon,” Sky announced. Ben, who had just taken a sip of the scotch, found it flying out of his mouth as Saul sat up. “Fire breathing?” “I mean, she does have the dragon flame, so yea,” Sky replied. “What did you say to her?” Ben demanded. “Did you use some sort of artifact?” “I swore the oath.” “Oh Shit,” Ben sighed. “Like father, like son.”
20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written? Noli timere malum, sed time heroa
21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why? Yes. Yes I did. Because I was co-writing and I was embarrassed that it was so bad. My co made me un delete it.
22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing? Sometimes.
23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)? I try to plan out the chapter but sometimes they get to big and I'm like it needs to be done now.
24. Share a moodboard for (one of) your current WIP(s). I don't really do mooadboards. Sorry (I'm working on it)
25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing? Yes. I killed Jenny. Again.
26. Is there something you’ve written that you would never want your family to see? All of it? Most of my family thinks when I'm writing I'm working on my novel...
27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why? Heir of the Dragon. I didn't think it would live up to expectations.
28. Have you ever tagged a fic “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat”? Not yet.
29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)
“You think…you know what I don’t care what you think, get lost Anna. Next time, don’t interfere.” “Next time…believe me Jethro if you try assisted suicide again, I won’t stop you. Consider this in honor of my sister’s…affection for you. It won’t happen again. In fact give me a reason and I’ll put you in the ground here and now.” He walked away from her heading back out to the main street to get his team. “Walk away Jethro, bury this if you want. I’m not going away.” “Go to hell Anna.” “After you,” she whispered.
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I’m Bored and Anxious So I Slapped Together a List of Fan Fic Writer Asks
1. Share a song that makes you think of [fic title] 2. Do you read/reread your own fics? 3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? 4. How many WIPs do you have right now? 5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write? 6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time? 7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now? 8. What project(s) are you currently working on? 9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written! 10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? 11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics? 12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it! 13. How much planning do you do before writing? 14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick? 15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters? 16. At what point in the process do you come up with titles? 17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic? 18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic? 19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs. 20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written? 21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why? 22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing? 23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)? 24. Share a moodboard for (one of) your current WIP(s). 25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing? 26. Is there something you’ve written that you would never want your family to see? 27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why? 28. Have you ever tagged a fic “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat”? 29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.) 30. Ask anything!
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moonage daydream (i)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
summary: when you learn that Bucky knows nothing about music, you start introducing him to some of your favorite bands. as your hang outs become more and more frequent, you start to catch feelings for the super soldier.
warnings: alcohol, references to a family death, implied sex
word count: 1.3k
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“Keep your electric eye on me, babe. Put your ray gun to my head...” you sang to yourself as you cleaned up the med bay. It had been close to six months since you’d been hired under Helen Cho to support the Avengers. Blaring music in the med bay as you cleaned up quickly became your ritual.
“Press your space face close to mine, love. Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah…” You heard the door to the med bay open and you turned to identify your late night visitor.
“Sargeant, what can I do for you?” you smiled, turning down the music a few notches.
“Couldn’t sleep...was hoping you could hook me up with some sedatives.”
You gave him a stern look. “Bucky…”
“This is the last time. I promise.” You didn’t break his eye contact, contemplating his plea. “Please Y/N.” He had just returned from a mission and you could tell he was exhausted. He only came to you when he was truly desperate. He never gave you any details about why he couldn’t sleep, but you could see the pain in his eyes.
“Fine, but next time I’m giving you melatonin instead.” He chuckled as you went to search for some Lunesta. He leaned against the counter and tapped his Vibranium digits on the counter in time with the music.
“I like this song. What is it?”
“What is it he says,” you joke with him.
“I’m serious.”
You place two small blue tablets in his hand and reply, “You really don’t know who this is?”
“It’s not my fault I was stuck in a block of ice for decades.”
You rolled your eyes as you filled up a glass with water to accompany the pills you had just given him. “You can’t keep using that excuse. You’ve been thawed for five years.”
“Well…I’ve been busy.”
“This,” you said, dramatically placing the glass of water in front of him, “is Moonage Daydream by David Bowie. He is one of the most influential artists of the century.”
“Never heard of him.”
“Oh that hurts.”
“I like this song though.”
“Okay, have you listened to any music from the last fifty years?”
He gave you an awkward smile and shook his head no.
“Nothing?”
“Sam keeps giving me recommendations but I’m not sure I trust his music taste.”
You took a deep breath, “Okay, I am officially offering you my services.”
“And what does that entail?”
“We’re going to hang out and I will introduce you to a bunch of great bands and artists.”
“You would do that?”
“I can’t have you coming into my place of work and asking who David Bowie is.”
“When’s our first session?”
“Tomorrow. Now go get some sleep.”
He popped the Lunesta and drank the full glass of water. “Looking forward to it,” he grinned at you. “Goodnight Y/N.”
“Night Sarge.”
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“Well it's about time,” you said, opening the front door to let Bucky in.
“I’m three minutes early,” he scoffed.
“I know, I was just getting bored here by myself.” It was the first time you had hung out with Bucky outside the tower and you were a tiny bit nervous, mostly because you weren’t sure what to expect.
Bucky walked comfortably into your home and said, “So...are you gonna give me the tour?”
“It’s a one bedroom in New York City. What’s there to see?”
He chuckled and made his way into the living room.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Yeah, sure.”
You pulled out a bag of limes and a bottle of tequila and turned to him in the living room, “How does a margarita sound?” you said with an eyebrow pump.
“A margarita sounds wonderful.”
“Coming right up,” you replied. He followed you into the kitchen and watched you effortlessly mix a pitcher of margaritas.
“So this must be the kitchen,” he commented.
“How’d you guess?” you joked.
He proceeded to walk down the hall and open the next door in the hall. “Closet,” he called, closing the closet door. He took a few more steps and opened the next door. “Bathroom,” he stated, poking his head around inside. He completed the tour when he reached the last door of the apartment.
“So this must be…”
“The bedroom,” you finished, placing a margarita in his hand. His gaze moved from your bedroom door to your eyes.
“Go ahead, take a look if you’re so curious.” He opened the door ever so slightly and peered inside to your room. You were racking your brain trying to remember if you left any dirty clothes on the floor. He carefully closed the door, turned to you, and genuinely said, “Very nice.”
You rolled your eyes and walked into the living room.
“Alright, you ready to get to it?”
“Born ready,” he made himself comfortable on your sofa as you pulled out a crate full of records.
“To be honest, I’m shocked that people are still using turntables.”
“Hah. We took a break from them for a few decades but they’ve come back recently.”
You sorted through the records, looking for one in particular.
“Aha!” You pulled out the bright blue album and held it up to Bucky.
“Best of Bowie,” he read.
“As much as I would love to play you Bowie’s discography in chronological order, I thought a Greatest Hits album might be a better way to start.”
“I trust your judgment,” he nodded. You removed the record from its sleeve and placed it securely on the turntable.
The two of you listened to the full album together as you sipped on your margaritas. It didn’t take Bucky long to realize he liked the sound of Bowie. He threw a pillow at you from across the room because you kept saying, “Oooh, this is a good one,” before each track. “Just let me listen,” he complained. You kept track of the songs he really seemed to connect with and started a Spotify playlist for him.
“What did you think?” you asked as the album drew to a close. You topped off both glasses with the remnants of the pitcher. You hadn’t realized you’d been drinking that much until you emptied the pitcher. You were keeping pace with Bucky, forgetting that he seldom felt the effects of alcohol. That left you feeling more than tipsy while your guest felt perfectly fine. Bucky rambled on about his thoughts on the album and you just sat there, feeling warm and fuzzy, lost in his words. A small smile crept onto your face.
“What’s that look for?” he challenged.
“Nothing,” you shook your head, “I’ve just never heard you talk this much before.”
He chuckled, “Is that a nice way of telling me to shut up?”
“Oh no. Continue. I’m enjoying it,” you smiled.
“What can I say? Good music puts me in a good mood.”
“You have a really nice smile,” you genuinely stated. Bucky could usually be found with a brooding scowl on his face.
His eyes connected with yours and it was almost as if he was studying you. He didn’t know how to react to a comment like that.
“It’s just a compliment, you don’t have to be all weird about it!” you joked, to diffuse the situation.
“I’m not being weird.”
“Sure, whatever you say.”
“I should get going though,” he stood up and you followed his lead, walking him out. “Thanks for introducing me to the genius that is David Bowie.”
“Any time.”
He gave you a curt nod and a tight lipped smile and walked out your front door. You watched him walk down the few steps when you realized you didn’t want him to leave.
“Hey Sarge,” you called. He turned to look back at you and his eyebrows were raised in surprise. “Do you want to come over on Friday? Maybe listen to some Fleetwood Mac?”
He gave you a small grin and nodded, “I’d like that.”
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[image ID: a screenshot of a tweet, followed by 14 replies and a tumblr tag screenshot.
Image 1: a tweet by dickpic van dyke (@/YoungCogan) that readswhen I had surgery I assumed that when they were giving me anaesthetic that they'd count down from ten like you see on the telly but instead a czech nurse just looked down at me and said "goodbye" and I was gone. i laugh every time i think about it.
Image 2: a reply by Mary Louke Hoare Greene (@/LHGLuke) that reads I was having shoulder surgery last year and the anaesthetic stung as it went in so I said "ah that stings", and the last thing I heard was "whoops, that wasn't supposed to hurt" right before I drifted off 😬.
Image 3: a reply by what now ? (@/yabbie5674) that reads Knee reconstruction, spinal block due to a cold Halfway through I come to enough to hear the surgeon and the nurse arguing over where the screwdriver was. Helpful me said "I've got one in my car downstairs" Fade to black.
Image 4: a reply by Dusk 🌙 (@/nekoromancy) that reads I still remember right before going under for my spinal fusion, the nurse said "So you'll be in anaesthesia during the surgery. I'm starting it now." A couple of seconds passed and I was like "So when does it kick in?" Well those couple of seconds were 9 hours later post-op. lol.
Image 5: a reply by 🌈 (@/Carmelomon) that reads When I was getting surgery they asked me what I wanted to listen to before I drifted off and I said I didn't mind. They said "cool because we only have christmas songs" before they gathered around me and sang Merry Christmas as I passed out laughing.
Image 6: a reply by Clifton Hill cat (@/CliftonHCat) that reads As they gave me the anaesthetic I said, "What if it doesn't work?" and the nurse said, "It usually works, but if it doesn't, we have a hammer."
Image 7: a reply by boscribbles (@/anna_bohac) that reads I have a very low resting heart rate. When waking up from anaesthesia, I kept dozing off to the point where the nurse said "you could just TRY to stay awake so we can let you onto the ward? Your heart rate keeps dropping off the face of the earth" lmao.
Image 8: a reply by emmy (@/EmmyStarked) that reads They brought me to OR and started arguing about which songs to put on the playlist (and not even a relaxing one - these MFs where choosing bangers). then one of them saw the look on my face and said 'okay you go to sleep' and just jabbed me.
Image 9: a reply by emphabet's Christmas lights are still up (@/CuddlePotato) that reads I went under one, for appendicitis. I remember this conversation: Me: can I have some water? Nurse: not right now, you're about to go in for surgery Me: I'm really thirsty, when do I go in? Nurse: you've already finished.
Image 10: a reply by Final Fantasy Feels Fiesta (@/CaliginousZack) that reads So I had jaw surgery when I was just over 17, and they had given me a light sedative before being wheeled into the OR because I was nervous AF. So, I was already high when I got into the OR, then the anesthesia came and I was like "I'm gonna fight it" I lost.
Image 11: a reply by DWSA [CC] Videos (@/13MTM80) that reads When I was 5 I had surgery and the surgeon "to help me feel less nervous" decided to show me all the knives he was going to use, right before I was anesthetized. This was at a children's hospital and it did not help me.
Image 12: a reply by Tara (@TheBluestStar) that reads When I had surgery, after the anaesthetic, I told a member of the surgical team that I couldn't possibly be operated on because my fanny was on fire.
Image 13: a reply by Mamba🐍💜Forever💛 (@/Tbird_559) that reads When I had my [surgery] a nurse told me to count as high as I could, I asked what's the record (wasting time) and she said no one makes it to 10. I said bet, made it all the way to 2 😤.
Image 14: a reply by A Wine-Drunk, Barred-Out NYT Writer (@/PapiHustle) that reads My anesthetist put the mask on me and said "I want you to count down from 100" and I remember saying "no" and then waking up 3 hours later.
Image 15: two replies by untitled BooseGoose game 💾 (@/BooseGoose) that read Whenever they put me under sedation for colonoscopies I have no memory of them but they always ask "Is it working yet" as they start the IV and as soon as it hits I start laughing and then the rest of the day is pretty much a blank.
Also I remember one time my consultant told me he's scared of dogs and apparently while I was sedated I told him I was going to chase him around endoscopy with a picture of my Yorkshire Terrier. The man literally had a camera up my ass and I'm making threats.
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september 2021 music!
it’s september 2022, i dug through the archives to post this before i type up this year’s september playlist. a lot has stayed the same, 2021 set the tone for the next few septembers, it seems.
everything is less intense, more settled in. great month of music for me, a lot of stereolab, autocollants, and homelife. very gentle, not necessarily subtle. i'm fully engulfed in this subgenre of twee - anything that's soft, a little dreamy, blue-tinted and slightly sedative. maybe this is rooted in nostalgia, for a time i only vaguely remember, yet crave without means to an end.
i know it's 7 days into october, but my music hasn't shifted quite yet and i put too much effort into these playlists to leave them without an audience. but first i'll list some of my favorite songs from last month, songs that still haven't been worn out, some that might make it into a favorites playlist. and then i will get into the smaller playlists i made to keep things organized, group genres/moods together, force a little cohesion into the mix. (i obviously did not get around to this. the playlists are made though! and can be found here: i learned a lot of good things this afternoon, still here?, too fast?, watch your step!, brain replaced by something, supreme nothing)
songs!
op hop detonation - stereolab
cobra and phases group play voltage in the milky night... // 1999
there is not a bad stereolab song. they are a group of utter consistency, everything just works, hits where it needs to. this song works well on a loop, like going down a factory line. maybe playing in an orange monochrome suburban bathroom that hasn't been updated since the 70s, maybe taking a moped down a twisting side street.
afterglow - pine*am
pull the rabbit ears // 2005
this song/album brought me to a days long deep dive into discogs and rateyourmusic, mostly while sitting up at the reference desk at the library, copy and pasting links into an email i'd send to myself at the end of the hour. it introduced me to picopop, shibuya-kei, brought me further onto this side of twee pop. this song feels like something, unnamed. the theremin (probably, maybe) is haunting, clear. i'll probably try to find a used CD sometime soon.
nothing at all - the autocollants
why couldn't things just stay the same // 1999
this album has given me so much, i could listen to it everyday, every drive to and from work. this isn't a stationary song, it's very much in motion, i must be going somewhere, moving along somehow. i'm sad about nothing at all.
on a rampant multi-tab google search at the circ desk at the library, i found a website that i will most definitely spend countless hours on in the future, TweeNet. a goddamn dream come true. this makes me want to plan another radio show, bless the columbia airwaves with this eternal tenderness.
est - greenscreen
greenscreen // 2019
can't find anything about this band/musician/group/whatever. kind of reminds me of boothe's gentle absurdity (though they're album is no longer available in my country? i miss eggs are 0's) (2022 update: bought the mp3 on bandcamp, all is well). this song is mesmerizing, a little hypnotizing, a little bit cryptic. definitely mysterious, but i'll keep it that way. i learned a lot of good things this afternoon.
one we kiss - jenny mae
there's a bar around the corner...assholes // 1995
god i love this song. maybe i was a college radio dj in the 90s in some alternate timeline or something. this just sounds like wusc on any given tuesday, tucked into the mundane.
east side glory - marnie stern
the chronicles of marnia // 2013
looking forward to continuing to gradually make my way through marnie stern's discography, though i'm saddened that this was her final album (for now maybe?).
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we should just kiss like real people do
Fandom: SK8! the Infinity Rating: T Relationships: matchablossom Length: 5.6 k words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own Notes: Written for bitterheart for the MatchaBlossom Exchange - check out the other pieces at their twitter here! There’s also a playlist I made to go with this fic, you can listen to it here!
Kojiro has never liked hospitals. Nowhere near how much Kaoru hates them - Kaoru’s magick sings through his blood always, dulled by the painkillers and the alcohol swabs that dry his skin up and steal the ink from his fingertips. Everything that makes hospitals clean and healing overloads Kaoru’s senses like a thunderstorm destroys a field of crops - antiseptic stench drowning out the warm earthy scent of natural dyes, white walls and echoing tile floors drowning out the song of words that he paints onto his papers.
So Kojiro knows that Kaoru is going to be absolutely fucking sick of the hospital by the time he picks his friend up. “How do you feel?”
Kaoru rolls his eyes and pushes his wheelchair past Kojiro to the front desk. “I’ve been on painkillers and sedatives for a week. I have to use a wheelchair for any movement more strenuous than standing still for a few minutes. How do you think I feel?” The secretary smiles sympathetically as she passes Kaoru a clipboard with his release forms.
“Yeah, you probably feel like shit. Which is actually why I’m here.”
The pen glides over the page as Kaoru signs his name on the release form. He turns to Kojiro, mouth set in a hard line. “You mean, other than the fact you promised me a ride home three days ago?”
Kojiro smiles his best client-appeasement-smile, hands in his jacket pockets. “Either you come stay at my place until you’re out of the wheelchair, or I’m gonna come stay with you.”
Kaoru freezes. Kojiro knows the full weight of his ultimatum. Theirs is a relationship of heavy boundaries, of lines carved deep into a stone floor and never, ever crossed.
finish reading on Ao3
#matchablossom#sk8#sk8 the infinty#sk8 the infinity fanfic#matchablossom fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#shrapnelwrites
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@charlespecco said: Funnily enough I made one for myself last night lol (missing some songs I couldn’t find on Spotify, with a couple of my favourite Babyshambles songs added that I don’t think he’s played) 🥰 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0eKbWImBvbin29Viz9cdE5?si=dlpqQ-crQeGTmIkxubxJlQ&dd=1
I also remembered he’s played Sedative once or twice, and Hooray for the 21st Century, so it keeps changing. x
This is probably a long shot but is there maybe a playlist or something similar of songs Peter has been playing on this tour? Going to my first Libs-adjacent show in a decade in a couple weeks and I need to brush up on my knowledge lol x
Hello! Not a playlist around but there’s setlists about - I’m going to task @suchasinistergame with listing off what she’s heard him perform so far. X
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3, 4, and 34 for the weird writer asks please!! - ScribbledGhost
OMG HIIII GHOST
3-What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?
more often than not at 2 am either in my bed or on the couch cause I wanted a change of scenery, sitting under a heated blanket and playing the character playlist i made thirty minutes before.
4-What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral? Haunted. I love it in the literal sense in the emotional sense i love ghosts who are supernatural apparitions i love ghosts that are little things left behind from those we love who are no longer with us i love ghosts that are reminders of the people we once were and are trying so hard not to be FUCKKKKKK i love it i love it haunted is romance and trauma and ooky spooky monsters that go bump in the night and it all makes me go insane somebody give me a sedative.
34-Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:
i use her every day i love listing shit shes an icon she is the moment.
send me writing themed asks!
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