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flying-fangirls · 6 months ago

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As a music, religion, and literature nerd, the Dies Irae has been one of my favorite go-to pieces of trivia for a long time, which means that this line:

Has been driving me batshit BONKERS since part 42! And also as a semi-professional media analysis yapper, I figured I might as well dive into the exact reasons I jumped up and audibly gasped upon first hearing this line and have subsequently lost my mind since then. So!

Here is why I think that the Dies Irae is the perfect analogy for John and Arthur:

Religion

Let's start with the most straightforward meaning: "Dies Irae" is a Latin term, and it translates to the "Day of Wrath." Or otherwise known as the Judgement Day, the foretold second coming in Catholic canon, when Christ will "come again in glory to judge the living and the dead." It's at this Last Judgement where God will wield perfect justice to send the worthy to everlasting peace and the unworthy to everlasting punishment. (everyone say "thank you" to excessive childhood Catholic lessons for burning this into my brain)

There's a kind of irony to the fact that Arthur so vehemently rejects Christianity and religion as a whole, and that John spends much of his arc trying to distance himself from the role/identity of a god, yet both are given this incredibly religious title, effectively restricting them from ever forgetting the presence/influence of religion in their lives.

This title has a couple layers though, because we have to consider why it's the Day of Wrath specifically that represents Arthur and John. Now, I don't think I have to tell you that those two are bursting with anger 80% of the time. But I am going to tell you that those two are not just angry, but moreso "divine fury" incarnate.

The Day of Wrath, the Final Judgment, is the final and eternal judgment of God on all: "For now before the Judge severe / all hidden things must plain appear; / no crime can pass unpunished here." (Dies Irae, Dies Illa). The final Judge, the all-powerful God, can see the objective morality of every single person, and is thus the sole, rightful determiner of fate.

This assumption of their right to perfectly and single-handedly decide others' worthiness shows up over and over, not just John and Arthur's actions, but also in how they describe these judgments.

When Arthur kills the widow on the island, it's not because she was dangerous, but because she was a cultist who "deserved" to be punished.

When John and Arthur need to get rid of Mr. Scratch's stone, John says they should give it to "criminals" who are "deserving of this curse." Even though, just moments before, Arthur refused to give the stone to Oscar because to do so would be to cursing him to a fate of eternal suffering.

And I can't go into every single detail about the entire Larson plotline because this post would double in size, but it obviously needs to be included here. Possibly the strongest tie between this arc and the idea of the Dies Irae is Arthur's conviction through it all. Arthur vows that he is going to kill Larson in divine retribution not because he wants to, but because he has to. He even goes so far as to admit that killing Larson will be a mistake, a cruel and overly-bloodthirsty action that goes against his compassion. But killing Larson isn't a choice to Arthur, it is the unavoidable punishment for Larson's sins and Arthur is simply the enactor of justice. Just like the Final Judgment, there is no sympathy, no hesitancy— the judgment is absolute, divinely ordained, and cannot be stopped no matter how undeniably horrific it is.

If we look at the Catholic Catechism, principle 2302 states that it is sinful to kill out of desire, but that it is "praiseworthy to impose restitution" and use violence to "maintain justic." So even if Arthur has intent to kill, his actions count as divinely sanctioned. He is acting as the hand of God's punishment.

Over the course of Season 3 and 4, Arthur's fiery rage dies down to a more gentle simmer, but his conviction only seems to grow, and John follows suit. Despite previously reprimanding Arthur for his unquestioning wrath, John eventually becomes just as convinced that Larson "deserves" to face a wrathful reckoning. The "fact" that Larson is wholly unforgivable and is fated to receive eternal punishment becomes more indisputable in their minds, and they both stop questioning the morality of their intentions, entirely convinced of their judgment.

Throughout the story, Arthur and John insist upon the importance of kindness, compassion, and forgiveness, and say that these are the values that guide their every action. Yet, time and time again, they approach certain people with nothing but wrath and resentment. It's a sharp contrast to the benevolent figures they make themselves out to be, and Arthur and John are often blind to the contradiction because, in their eyes, they are still following those values in every action. And in the moments when they do recognize their horrific words or actions, they still cannot let their judgment go, convinced that it is their "duty" either way.

In Part 35, Arthur says "Just because you can't make the hard decision, doesn't mean it's wrong." This is exactly how John and Arthur view themselves. They know that some of their actions are harsh and violent and painful, but they are don't view that violence as wrong, because they are enacting that violence in justice. They move through life with carefully-selected destruction, culling the world of those they view as unforgivable sinners, and punishing them with divine righteousness. Arthur and John carry righteous fury in their every step, bringing the Day of Wrath down upon the world around them.

Now, there's already a ton of meaning just in this religious allusion alone. However, there's another application of the Dies Irae in modern culture, which brings us to the second side of this title:

Music

Back in the 13th century (sounds like a familiar setting...), friar Thomas of Celano wrote a poem for and about the Dies Irae. The poem was recited at Requiem Mass (church services to honor the dead), and it ended up being set to a Gregorian chant tune.

Over time, this melody has been used by a variety of composers, but the one we're focused on is Hector Berlioz. In 1837, Berlioz used the Dies Irae melody as part of his narrative symphony, Grand Messe de morts, in order to communicate that the main character had died. Then a lot of other composers saw that and said "Hey that's a cool idea!", and started also using this melody to represent death in their music. Nowadays, it's a fairly staple part of modern film and musical storytelling. If you've listened to literally any major soundtrack, then there's a good chance you've heard this motif (or a variation of it) used before. It's often subtle, sometimes loud and obvious, but no matter what, it reveals the inevitable presence of death. (essentially, the Dies Irae=death)

Now, obviously there's something tragically ironic about Arthur being likened to a musical motif when he tries so hard to distance himself from it, and there's something tragically ironic about John being associated with such a dark piece of music when he shows so much fascination and joy toward the art. Again, though, we've got some layers here. Yorick doesn't just compare Arthur and John to the Dies Irae, he literally defines them as the Dies Irae, a full embodiment of it.

Even before the story started, Arthur lost both of his parents, his friend and wife, his daughter, and his best friend.

John, when he was part of the King in Yellow, knew only how to harm and attack. In the Dark World, he falls back on this fearful lashing out with violence, harming even more people.

And throughout the story, John and Arthur seem to bring devastation to everyone else around them: Lilly the buopoth, Oscar, Noel, Collins, Daniel, Larson and Yellow.

The arrival of Dies Irae musical motif in a film always indicates that death is approaching or that is has already struck— a host carrying its blight to spread onto others. Just like the musical motif, the arrival of Arthur and John foretells the near-arrival of death. They play a duet together— John and Arthur, and death— always singing and dancing around and with each other.

These two never succumb to death, always finding a way to slip through its fingers and survive every situation. But they cannot escape death's presence because they are death's partner— singing the melody to death's subtle harmony. They cannot escape death because they are its host— destined to carry and spread devastation to death's victims. From the moment you meet John and Arthur, you know that death is inevitably approaching just a step behind, waiting to strike you down.

Whether it's the religious or musical side, we can see that John and Arthur are the literal embodiment of these allusions. They carry these powers and ideas in their every action and word, in their every step, in their very breath and blood.

Arthur and John. The hands of God's justice. The enactors of divine fury.

Arthur and John. The hosts of blight and destruction. The partner of death's song.

The man himself. The voice inside his head.

The Day of Wrath. The Dies Irae.

#this is late. like. really late #and canon is clearly lining up for an actual plot point related to this title #but ignore that!#and just think about the themes guys. the allusions. the symbolismmmm #(humor me here)#also i am. so sorry. for basically posting an entire informal essay #that appeals specifically to just me. and maybe two other people in the whole world #but the worms in my brain demanded that i yap about this #malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent analysis #malevolent meta #dies irae #arthur lester #john doe #cherrys rambles

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alphajocklover · 5 months ago

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My and my 2 straight friends are doing a watch party for the spooky season. We try to find some movies generally unheard of, doesn't mean they are always good tho. I wondered if you had any idea to spice up 3 gamer's night, and maybe more. And I think this is deserving of a trick.

So, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that, unless something changes soon, no one is going to go to your watch party. You and your two friends you planned it with, Liam and Tyler, are the only three who show up, and the party will be a complete flop. It’s not as bad as it sounds though. You three have a great night, watching bad movies, playing video games, making inside jokes and eating junk food and candy. It was a little embarrassing that no one else came, but all in all it wasn’t a bad night.

The good news is that it’s not too late. Your night doesn’t have to be just ‘not a bad night.’ You asked for something to spice up the night, and I’m going to give it to you.

I did a little research into you and your friends before I sent this out. No offense, but you guys are kind of movie snobs. It’s not unexpected that you’re intense about movies, given that you’re all film students, it’s just that you take it a bit too far. You guys don’t mean to, but you tend to pick apart and criticize movies people like until you take all the fun out of it, only to then rave about bad movies because to you they were so bad it was hilarious. That's the main reason everyone skipped out on your watch party, because they knew you’d pick unusual, and sometimes bad, movies. So the best way to fix your problem? If your movie choices are driving people away, put on something else! I know it sounds awful to you. Putting on something else to bring people in means putting on some dumb, overplayed mainstream movie you’d have to suffer through the entire night. Watching some overhyped dumb cash grab just to make your watch part more popular doesn’t just sound shallow, it sounds unbearable. But you’re going to have to trust me on this. This movie isn’t popular, it’s not that good, and it will change your life. ‘Brad, Chad, and Vlad’ Isn’t a movie most people have heard of. No one in your school's film department will probably have heard anything about it. It’s an 80’s Halloween comedy about two frat boys, Brad and Chad, who accidentally awaken a vampire, Vlad, and end up getting into a bunch of college shenanigans with the ancient bloodsucker. There’s even a classic 80’s makeover scene where the vampire gets a frat boy makeover. As you, Liam and Tyler watch the movie, just to check it out before the party, you can help but laugh at how cheesy the whole thing is! It’s like if a frat boy tried to make a scary movie, and somehow hit comedy gold. As the movie continues, you start to find some of this stuff… honestly funny. The part where Vlad uses his powers to scare a bunch of nerds made you and your friends laugh loudly, and the storyline about Brad and Chad almost getting kicked off the football team was strangely… relatable? You actually felt for the two dumb jocks, and cheered as they beat the nerdy chemistry club slash dark magic cult and freed Vlad from his curse. As the three friends, now all able to be together in the sunlight, flex their muscles cockily for their sorority girl love interest, you and your bros Lee and Ty couldn’t help but flex too, celebrating the movie's end with your solid meaty muscles shining in the light of the TV.

You and your best bros had fucking loved the movie, and you knew the rest of the frat would love to see it. You had found the perfect movie for the party, which was great considering the 3 of you knew nothing about movies. The three bisexual sports majors barely knew how to take a good enough video for their shared OnlyFans. Not that it mattered. People didn’t pay to watch you three fuck for the camera quality.

#muscle growth tf #muscle tf #jock tf #jock transformation #jockification #nerd to jock #gay to bi #straight to bi #trick or treat tf

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hiiikiko · 6 months ago

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can you doooo maybe whimsigoth reader x ellie?? :3

𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝕩 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕙!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ellie w. x reader | tlou m.list

tw: none i think

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☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ ellie loves your aesthetic so much, she loves how colorful yet refined it is

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ she likes the way you dress because not only do you pull it off so well but because your style reminds her of a cheesy 90s movies Joel made her watch so in away, your style is almost nostalgic for her

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ when she first lays eyes on her, she’s almost convinced she’s somehow been transported into an 80s/90s dark fantasy film because of how ethereal you look draped in blues, blacks, purples, and gold

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ the two of you bond over music taste (this is the only way i can imagine ellie approaching anyone she deems as too cool for her)

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ when she first comes over to your place, her eyes immediately drift towards your vinyl setup and she starts to dig though them with or without your permission, she totally goes into full music nerd mode and starts to ramble about how much she loves this song and how joel actually showed it to her

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ she loves mazzy star (joel introduced her, he’s a sucker for pretty voices i think), the cranberries, the la’s, and especially slowdive

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ after you and ellie become friends, you decide to invite her over because you wanna have a movie night!

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ you bring out all your favourites: practical magic, the craft, coraline, sabrina the teenage witch, hocus pocus, and a few more

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ ellie has actually seen most of these but she’ll pretend she doesn’t because watching them means that she’ll get to wrap her arm around you

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ if you’re into astrology/tarot, she’d love for you to read her, she may not believe in it but it’s just another excuse for her to spend time with you

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ when the two of you first start dating, she’ll take you to thrift shops, bookstores, mystic shops and she’ll even help you pick you clothes/jewelry, despite not being much of a shopper

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ ellie’s favourite things in your wardrobe are the long skirts, she thinks that they make you look so witchy but in an angelic way, she also loves the lacy tank tops you wear because they show off the necklaces she’s bought you

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ she absolutely loves your apartment too, the smell of incense, the glow of candles, and the soothing colour palette, so she’d spend as much time there as possible

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ if you have cats, she’ll absolutely spoil them and even give them her own little nicknames

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ she’s constantly sending you those whimisgoth edits on tiktok because she thinks you’ll love them

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢⋆ she also loves your makeup and how creative you get with it, she especially loves purple on you

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢⋆ ellie loves going out in public with you, she’ll hold your hand and show you off to anyone she can, her face is so smug that it screams “check out my hot girlfriend”

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢⋆ whenever someone even comes near you, she immediately puts her hands somewhere on your body, especially around your waist, and stares them dead in their eye until they leave

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢⋆ one of her favourite memories of you is one before you started dating, she came over for another movie marathon and the two of you decided to put on a record but before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep in her arms. ellie just watched you sleep for a bit because you looked too pretty, her hands gently brushing your hair out of your face, and her eyes begging her fingers to drift down to trace your lips

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢⋆ another thing she loves to do with you is dance, she’s a little clumsy and tends to step on your feet a lot but she loves to watch you twirl around because you look like a little fairy

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢⋆ overall, she loves your style, your music taste, your movie taste, the fact that you make it feel like halloween year round, the way you smell like vanilla and incense, but most of all, she loves you ♡

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[a/n] hope you liked this anon! idk much abt whimsigoth so i tried :0 i do have similar music taste and movie taste so i mainly played into that :)

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eebeewrites · 2 months ago

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Modern Fantasy: Nerdy Loser Elf BF x femchubby reader! (18+) Part 7

Part 1-Part 2-Part 3-Part 4-Part 5-Part 6

When you walked inside the library with him, you felt like you were going to be sick. You hadn’t experienced this kind of anxiety in years. You took a deep breath. In a way, this was just another performance. He said to be yourself, but you weren’t sure how you’d go about that here.

They were sequestered in a small computer lab at the back of the library. It wasn’t rundown or old, just small; according to Taleisin, this was for the best, as they were apparently prone to getting a bit excited.

The two of you stood in front of the door, voices chattering on the other side. You weren’t sure what they were talking about, but to your relief, it didn’t seem to be about you.

He put a hand on your shoulder, “you sure you still wanna do this? I mean, I want you to, but I want you to not be uncomfortable even more, so…”

“No, I do, I just…I don’t wanna be annoying,” you mumbled.

“You’re not, trust me. And in the 0.0001 chance someone says you are, I’ll beat them up,” he grinned.

You smiled; he couldn’t hurt a fly. “Alright. Let’s go, then.”

He smiled back at you before pushing the door open, leading you inside the computer lab. The conversation stopped, and everyone turned their heads at you. Some of them looked like the stereotypical nerds you’d see in a cheesy 80’s movie. Some of them looked just as out of place as you did, as if they were better suited for football rather than League of Legends.

He cleared his throat, as if he was making an announcement. “So, this is my girlfriend!” He beamed as he introduced you, smiling with pride as you awkwardly waved. They waved back at you; it was as if they were just as afraid of you as you were of them.

“Are those for us?” One of them asked, pointing to the Tupperware container of cookies. You nodded, setting them down on the desk at the front of the room.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” said another. Your idea had paid off, and the cookies were quickly gone. Everyone gathered around the desk as they ate, some of them picking up their conversations from before. One of them turned towards you.

“So you like, sing and shit, right?”

You nodded, hoping this wouldn’t lead to a situation like what had happened at his parents’ house. “Yeah, I’m in the Bards College.”

“Nice.”

When the conversation shifted, you tried to hide your sigh of relief. You were content just watching them banter, but they made an effort to try and include you in their conversations.

“So, do you play?”

You shook your head, “no, but it looks fun, I wanna try it. He said he’d teach me.”

One of his teammates turned to face Taleisin. “Getting your girlfriend to play League? That sounds illegal.”

“It was her idea, not mine!”

Despite all of them clearly being very passionate about the game, the general consensus was you shouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole.

This week was special; occasionally, other schools would offer to scrimmage before their official match. It was a mutually beneficial agreement; both sides getting to learn what to watch out for and what to practice.

They had sat down in front of the computers, waiting for the other school to start the match. Just like when you had watched him at home, when the game started everyone focused up. They all sat in the same row, with you sitting behind him.

You had learned a bit about the process for the competitive matches; each team got to ban out five characters from being played. They had looked over the players on the enemy team earlier, and knew what they wanted to avoid playing against. However, it seemed Taleisin had a history of being targeted.

“If they let Yasuo through, don’t pick it, save it for the actual game,” the boy next to him said. “If they don’t see it as a threat, they might let it through.”

“No one has let me play Yasuo the entire season, my guy. Just let them waste their bans on me, I’ll be fine.” He had a bit of a cockier air to him than usual, but given the subject matter, he came across a little silly. He turned back to face you, “they ban all my shit because they’re afraid of me,” he grinned.

“Is that so?” You said playfully.

“No, it’s because he plays the most annoying, toxic champions to ever exist.”

He shrugged, “both can be true at the same time.”

Sure enough, the first three bans were all pointed towards him. From what you had gathered, he was ranked the highest out of everyone on the team; it made sense for him to focused. Still, it couldn’t have made it any less annoying.

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🔵: so she’s hot

🟡: yeah idk how he pulled her

🔴: I still can’t believe bro fucks

You heard a phone vibrate. The boy next to you looked at his notifications, then promptly placed the phone back on the table, the screen facing down. Still, the phone kept buzzing.

🔵: not only does bro fuck but he’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

🔵: like there’s no fucking way he ‘forgot to mute his mic’ bffr

He grabbed his phone, shifting his body away from you as he typed.

🟢: I stand by what I said earlier

🟢: would

🟡: do you seriously think that was intentional tho? Like why

🔴: maybe some weird fetish thing idk

🔴: anyway time to lock in

He put his phone down again, and the loading screen for the match popped up. The first of three, the game had begun.

You were starting to be able to discern what was going on. This time, you could hear everyone. Things were much more chaotic, but it was certainly interesting to listen to. You couldn’t remember names, but you managed to figure out the roles each one played.

“Can you come bot? Their jungler is up our asses.” Said their ADC to the man opposite Taleisin; he had to be their jungler.

“I don’t know, can you?”

“That’s…that’s not how that joke works.”

“Please daddy?” Said their support player in a high pitched tone. The only other elf on the team, he had been jokingly flirting with his ADC the whole time. He shifted his attention to hopefully get help.

“Now I’m definitely not doing it, die.”

It was hard not to laugh; you didn’t want to distract them, and Taleisin seemed to be ignoring them. He was doing exceptionally well, to the point where watching his screen was getting a bit boring.

“What the fuck was that?”

You leaned over to get a look at the jungler’s screen next to you. You weren’t sure what he was referring to, but their support seemed rather embarrassed, the others laughing. Someone had attempted a flashy play, and failed miserably.

“We’re not talking about that.”

“No, no I think we should,” he teased.

They had won the first game without much struggle, the group of them getting up to take a break. Taleisin turned back to face you. “Hey, I’m gonna grab something from one of the vending machines real quick. You want anything?”

“No, I’m okay. Thank you though,” you smiled.

He stood up, patting your head before walking off.

🔵: imma pull up

🟢: lmao what

You looked through your phone as you waited for him to come back. The support player approached you; he was an elf, but a bit taller and more muscular than Taleisin, a build you didn't see on elves often. “So, what do you think?”

You smiled, trying to be friendly. “It’s fun, I like listening to everyone talk.”

“Oh yeah? Yeah, that one wasn’t too bad, but…sometimes it can get a little intense.”

“Really? You all seem to be pretty close.”

"It’s part of the game, I suppose. You know, you’re not the kind of girl I thought he’d end up with.”

You laughed awkwardly, “what do you mean?”

He shrugged, “well, you know. You’re cute. Plus that and the whole exhibitionism thing, that was definitely out of left field,” he smiled.

You paused, confused. Did you hear him correctly? “What?”

“He made quite a show of you the other day. It was fun, listening to you. Now the question is, does he want to share, or just make other people watch?”

“I…” what was he talking about? Last week? He said they couldn’t hear you, was he wrong? No, it couldn't be that. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, there’s no need to be coy.” He got closer, lowering his voice. “I’m sure you got off on knowing everyone was listening to you.”

That’s when you put two and two together. You panicked, rushing out of the room. Your face was flushed, a pit in your stomach forming. Never before had you felt so embarrassed.

You looked for a place to hide. Just like the masterclass, you were so embarrassed you didn’t want to be seen by anyone. You ran into what looked to be a supply closet, locking the door behind you as you sat on the floor.

🧡: where are you? Did something happen?

🩷: what the fuck is wrong with you

🧡: ??? What are you talking about?

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He had walked back inside, looked around the room, and noticed how quiet everyone was.

“Where’d she go?”

Everyone awkwardly looked at the other elf. No one was particularly subtle.

“I don’t know, we were talking and then she just left,” he shrugged.

He wasn’t amused, something seemed off. “Right, you were talking and then she just left for…no reason?”

"Seems it."

He looked back at his phone, re-reading the messages you had sent him. "No, you're so full of shit, what'd you do?"

“Just talked about what happened last week," he responded casually. "I didn't think you were that kind of guy, but I can see it."

"What the fuck are you talking about?!"

"Last week, when we all heard you get up and fuck the shit out of her. You don’t remember?”

His expression fell. Now it made perfect sense; you thought he had done it on purpose, that he was trying to make you look like a slut in front of all of his friends. No wonder you were pissed.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, now realizing they weren’t meant to have heard what they did. “That…wasn’t intentional?”

“No! I…” he wasn’t sure what to say. “Fuck, why did you say something to her?! What’s wrong with you?!”

“I don’t know, I thought it was some weird sex thing!”

“Well, you could’ve, I don’t know, asked before you did that!”

“Yeah, that’s what I was doing!”

“Not really…”

He let out a frustrated sigh, pointing at the man who had flirted with you. “You’re a dick, and you all,” he gestured to the rest of the group, “are fucking stupid.” He pushed the door open and left in a huff.

“Good job dipshit, now we all look like assholes.”

“Yeah, that was…a choice.”

"You could've waited to pull that once the games for the night were actually over. We only have ten more minutes."

"Shit."

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🧡: okay I figured it out. I'm so sorry. 🧡: I didn't do that on purpose, I swear on my entire life, I had no idea 🧡: but if you don't want to talk to me I get it

You stared back at the cellphone screen. You didn't think he was the type of person to do that. He could've been lying, but...you didn't want to believe it. You figured you'd at least give him a chance to explain himself outside of just over text.

🩷: I'm in the supply closet next to the computer lab

It hadn't even been five minutes when you saw the door open, him standing in the doorway.

"Do you...do you want to get off the floor?"

"Not really," you said softly, holding your legs to your chest.

"That's fine." He awkwardly shifted inside the supply closet, shutting the door and sitting across from you, his legs touching yours. It was hard not to smile, the look of him trying to move his lanky frame within the confined space.

"Well, at least I made you smile," he joked. "But seriously, that wasn't on purpose. I genuinely thought my mic was muted, I wouldn't have...yeah, I wouldn't have done all of that if I didn't."

You looked up at him, "honest?"

He nodded, maintaining eye contact. "I promise."

You sighed; he was a horrible liar, he had to be telling you the truth. In a way, you had started the whole debacle. "I mean, I did crawl under your desk and blow you, so there's that," you shrugged.

"Well yeah, which by the way, that was fucking awesome, but that's different than me like..." he trailed off, trying to find the words to describe the way he degraded and dominated you.

You laughed, "calling me a whore and cumming on my face?" He wasn't trying to joke around, but his clumsy way of handling the conversation made things feel a bit lighter.

"Yeah! I mean, yeah, that. That's a bit more extreme than how we started, I guess."

It was impossible to stay mad at him. You couldn't, he hadn't done anything wrong intentionally. "It's still embarrassing, to be honest."

"Trust me, I understand...they had the same thought you did, that I did it on purpose. That's why Callon came up to you, apparently.

"He asked if you wanted to share, or just wanted people to watch.”

He frowned, grabbing your hand. “Listen, I don’t fuck with that ‘daddy’s kitten’ type shit I think-”

“What do you mean you think?” You laughed as you cut him off.

“I’ll try anything once, but that’s not the point. Point is…” he smiled, “you’re my girl. You’re everything to me. This is probably a really, really, astronomically shitty time to tell you this, but…” he sighed, following his intuition. “Never mind. Point is, I care about you a lot.”

“No, no, say what you were going to say.” You had an idea where his mind was going.

He looked away, his cheeks pink under the dim closet light. “Do you really want the first time I say something like that to be here? In this context?”

“I mean…it would be kinda funny.”

“Well, let me stand up at least,” he stood up before holding his hand out helping you up. You faced each other, the smell of cleaning chemicals filling the air as the fluorescent lightbulb hummed above you. He caressed your face in his hands, pulling you close to him. “I love you. Everything about you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. The way you laugh, the way you look, the way you talk. I love you so much, and all I want is to be yours.”

While the location was far from perfect, you didn’t care. You leaned in and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you too. I’m sorry I got upset-”

“Don’t be. You had every right to be. Do you wanna go home?”

You thought it over before shaking your head. “No. You still have two more games to play.”

“That doesn’t matter-”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll come with you, and we’ll just…pretend it never happened, alright? It’ll only be weird if we make it weird.” You weren’t just reassuring him, but yourself as well.

“You sure?”

You nodded, grabbing his hand. “I’m sure. Now come on, I’m sure they’re waiting on you.”

Gangbang Alt Chapter Ending - Part 8

Introducing four new characters all in one scene was a stupid fucking idea and made me wanna bash my head against the wall .

I don't care if the color coding is cheating the excuse im giving is 'well reader probably wouldnt remember their names right away haha' but ill. figure it out. i thought itd be fun for the reader too and the color coding did make my brain go brrr . i know its bad writing but heehe shapes and colors :)

Also will be writing the alt gangbang ending we had the poll about!! not sure when but it WILL happen

also unrelated but this takes place in the same timeline as my mafia story. just throwing that out there for funsies

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed it!

TAGLIST: @sketchlove @madam8 @shimadalluvia @crimsonflameproxy @mimi-sanisanidiot

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mayoshifts · 28 days ago

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how i manifested the greatest academic comeback

tldr: nerd starts tweaking over the possibility of failing a class and starts trying to manifest it away. it worked

alright guys it’s the end of the grading period and let me say, i CLUTCHED 💪🏽💪🏽

so for my grades, 3 weeks ago my geometry grade was a 28. NOW BEFORE YOU JUDGE, lemmie explain how it got that way ☺️

last december i got into a car accident and injured my right shoulder. bcs of that i’ve had procedures done and physical therapy every tuesday and thursday (sometimes friday). so i always leave school in the middle of my geometry class to make it to my appointments.

i can’t skip phys therapy bcs there’s a whole legal case and all that stuff (i’ll tell that story once everything is settled 🤫) but basically if i skip too many times, then it can be used against me legally so i literally gotta go.

anyways considering i always leave early in geometry, my grade was COOKED bcs i was missing dols (demonstration of learning, basically a 5 question quiz where you answer questions pertaining to what we learned) and i missed a test.

i was real stressed out bcs i’m an honor roll student. like the only time ive ever gotten a failing grade was freshman year in PE. if that doesn’t show the extent of my nerdiness idk what will. and y’all, i genuinely could not live in a world where i failed MATH, that would have been my 13th reason on top of everything else going on rn.

so because of that, i used my little trick (affirming and persisting) in order to fix my grade. i affirmed that i would not fail, and i wouldn’t get anything less than an 80 on my report card. i’ve also been using that distraction method with the void and stuff.

fast forward to about 3 weeks of trying to fix my grade and make everything up, i was still sitting at a 68 (around 3-4 days ago). at that point i had started saying that i would have around a 70 if i made everything up. i was literally calculating what i had to get on the next 2 grading cycles and final in order to have an 80 for the semester.

then, out of nowhere, my teacher put in some random assignments that i had done and a binder check, with a high weight on the grade since it was categorized as a test. for the binder check and random assignments i got 100%. i also had a quiz yesterday that i got an 83 on, which was also a test grade.

so my 68 turned into an 85. i was content with having an 85 but i still had a few dols to make up so i stayed afterschool today and finished them.

now i have a 90🎉🎉🎉 i’m so happy, id like to thank my peers on this beautiful app for showing me my true potential and myself for being open minded and willing to explore. guys i swear, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS PERSIST AND BELIEVE IN YOURSELF. if your conscious mind and 3d starts telling you differently from your desires, correct it. you write your story, not anything else. towards the end i was losing hope of my gpa being so high but my constant work in writing my story and has led me to be great

once again😄

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 6 months ago

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Can you do a set of headcanons of Dallas with a perfectionist reader? Like someone who stresses out before a test or beats themself up when they get a bad grade (and it's not even a bad grade, it's just slightly lower then they thought they'd get.)

A/N: Oh I liked this one. I liked it a lot- thanks for the request! Sorry it took so long!

I wrote this during my anatomy class instead of paying attention, so yeah! Hope this turns out well, I hope you guys like it-

I’m gonna do general headcanons for this one?

I’ll definitely include the scenario you gave me, but I think I’ll have more talk about this way-

In general, Dally really couldn’t give less of a crap about going to school and he honestly thinks you’re kind of a weirdo for stressing out so much about the grades you’re bringing home

He just doesn’t see the point to it, ya know? Like he’s basically a dropout, I bet you he never really goes to school anymore, so he really just can’t wrap his head around why it gets you so dialed up

He’s very unhelpful when it comes to your studies

That’s all.

He’s just unhelpful.

When you’re studying? He’ll purposely shuffle up your papers, steal your pencils, mix up your stuff and just generally be a little nuisance

He does it cause he gets bored when you’re not paying attention to him so ya know, good luck getting yourself out of that mess with him, that behavior really isn’t going anywhere anytime soon

Dal’s absolutely astounded by your grades though- all those 100s and high 90s?

That’s miles ahead of what he was getting when he was still in school and it seems like you do it so easily, just like getting good grades is in your nature

Which, ya know, circles back to kick you in the butt because the minute you bring home something in the low 90s, high 80s range, your world is absolutely wrecked and Dallas doesn’t understand at all

When you start to go bonkahs though, and run yourself into the ground just because you got one question wrong, that’s where Dally kind of steps in and really calls you out on it

He’s going to say that you’re being ridiculous and he means it, he genuinely thinks that you’re being ridiculous because why does one missed question mean so much anyway??

You guys have a big argument of course, because the one thing you should never do is tell a perfectionist that they don’t have to be perfect

So you guys fight and you sulk off to your respective places before comes back, not to properly apologize, but to take you out to the diner or drive-in or something as a faux apology

He still thinks you get a little bit ridiculous about your grades, but now he’s smart enough not to run his mouth off about it, he does get mad though if you refuse a date because you have to study, Dal, I’m sorry

Insert Mr. Winston saying whatever, if you’re studying at home, I’m just gonna sneak in your window and claim that it’s a study date

Let’s just say…studying can get very…hands on…when Dally decides he’s going to crash your lesson cramming sessions

Don’t think too hard about the phrase cramming sessions because I am NOT getting in trouble for that one but ya know….heh-

ANYWAY

Dal calls you a nerd, a bookworm, a dork, a geek, but mah boy will not hesitate to throw down if someone else calls you those things

Dallas, admittedly a little bit of a bully, does not like it when other people try and mess with you, so boy’s got you covered

I can definitely see him trying to get you to skip school, especially if he’s fresh out of the cooler or reform or something and honestly? He just wants to spend time with you, and it hurts his feelings a little when you’d rather go to school

It’s all about that perfect attendance, okay? All about that attendance record-

But maybe your last period never takes attendance anyway and maybe Dallas just so happens to be waiting outside and you just maybe get your best friend to cover for you so you can skip one class to go out with him <3

Overall?

I can see this dynamic working, at least for a little while-

Despite the fights that are bound to occur, Dallas does enjoy you being a genius and he’ll brag about you to the gang, telling Darry he needs to start hanging your report cards up on that old fridge

Dallas does his best to keep you from driving yourself to burnout and I’ve got this mental scene of you trying to teach him something you’re working on and he just kind of cuts you off in the middle of talking to give you a kiss because he hasn’t been listening to you for the past five minutes but his eyes have been locked on your lips and he’s pretty sure that he doesn’t know the answer but he knows he wants to kiss you real bad-

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letmedixonyou · 2 months ago

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i'm not yours - part 5

summary: Daryl and you are (were?) friends. He's dating Leah. You told him you loved him and things fell apart. Will it ever go back to normal?

words: 2.7k

warnings: alcohol use, swearing, mentions of drugs

A/N: Hi, darlings! Here another part of the series. I'm still not sure how long this whole thing is going to be, but I already have another idea for a longer story. My brain is working overtime these days! It was proofread by my English boyfriend, so I trust there aren’t any major errors.

The drive was long, painfully hot and quiet, but you finally reached Alexandria's gates. All this time you were thinking about Daryl, the image of his foot stomping on one thing you really wanted. That 80s music cassette could've been such a gem in this stupid world. You couldn't remember the last time you've heard good music, other than some weird 60s psychedelic shit that was surely listened to during LSD trips. For once, you wanted to listen to something you knew you'd enjoy. And he knew that too. He knew you like no one else. You couldn't help but think that he did that on purpose, to sort of get back at you for destroying your friendship.

Back when you were friends, he'd never told you no. He'd always allow you to get giddy and excited about things, like that one time when you found a pink Nintendo DS console with somehow preserved 20% of battery. Your eyes shimmered when you looked at it, and then you turned it on and the screen came to life, a familiar sound played and you let out a squeak, making Daryl chuckle. He made a comment about you being a nerd, and you admitted it proudly. You played some games on it until the battery gave out and then kept it as a keepsake. To this day, the console had an honourable place on your nightstand, making you smile each time you look at it.

Or that one time when you both went on a supply run to town and you saw a shop with clothing you never could afford before zombie outbreak, so you made Daryl go with you and watch you try on dresses, coats and fancy trousers. He was sitting there on the footstool, watching you having fun. You knew this wasn't his thing at all, but yet he spent next two hours just watching you and making comments about how fancy professional, but stupid you looked. You kept a huge fur coat, apparently worth $4000, now free for anybody who wanted it. And you wanted it. Daryl rolled his eyes when you decided to wear the coat all the way back to Alexandria, but never stopped you. You believed he secretly enjoyed how silly it was.

Of course, he wouldn't come back with you in the car - the silence between you would be too much to bear for him and frankly, you were quite glad that he chose to walk. You were fed up with arguing, fighting over nothing, constantly being reminded about the "I love you" you shouted to him a while back. Every time you thought about it, you beat yourself up for ever making the rude comments, escalating the situation instead of calming it. You beat yourself up for ever saying the three words, for ever admitting your feelings, and it was heartbreaking for you to think that your friendship was gone.

Getting out of the truck, the ground crunched under your feet. You wiped some sweat off your forehead and and looked around. A few people looked at you, puzzled by the question of "where the hell is Daryl", especially Carol, who was walking towards you with concerned look on her face.

"Hey," she says, standing in front of you, crossing her arms on her chest. "You okay?"

"Hi," you say and smile gently to her, rubbing your forearm lightly. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Where is Daryl?"

There it is. The question. Of course, everyone was concerned that Daryl wasn't with you. He was a valued member of the group and people have grown fond of him over the years they've spent together. God forbid, something would happen to him. You admit, it was most definitely weird that you and Daryl weren't coming back together, so you could understand why people are so worried about him.

"He chose to walk back," you look away from Carol, feeling some type of embarrassment creeping up on your cheeks. You weren't exactly sure why you felt this way. "We argued. He walked away. Left keys in the truck, so I could come back."

"He chose to walk back?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "You argued? About what? You two never argue."

That would've been right a few weeks ago, before you confessed your love, before he got weirded out. You and Daryl were great friends, almost attached to hip. Always together, always joking around. You never argued when you two were still friends. To some people it was quite weird that you didn't argue, but for you two it was natural. There was just never anything you'd think to argue about. But now? Now, you are sure that the friendship was never going to go back to normal.

"It's a long story, Carol," you say, scratching the top of your head. "And frankly, I don't think I want to go into details with it."

"Alright."

Carol stayed for a minute more, looking you up and down, concern never leaving her face. She must've seen how exhausted and unwilling to talk you were, because she smiled and left, asking no more questions. You watched her figure disappear into her house, the yellow doors of it reflecting the shine of the sun so harshly it made your eyes hurt.

You walked down the street, trying to use the buildings' shadows to your advantage, to hide yourself and get cooler. You couldn't help to think about Daryl and hope that he is staying out of the sun too, and staying hydrated enough. You knew it was silly to worry about him - he's always reasonable, knows how to take care of himself as he did so since he was a kid. Yet, a part of you almost seeks it out. That worry. That anxiety if he is okay. Maybe it was because your feelings for him. Maybe it was simply because he is... was your best friend and you wanted him to be safe. You felt like you will always worry about him in some way, even when you are not friends. You wanted to. Because you cared.

As you walk into your house, the walls provide you with a cool air, hugging your body tightly. You sigh deeply at the sensation and you walk straight into the bathroom. Taking your clothes off, you see yourself in the mirror. All the scars on your body, all the scratches, old and new, were glistening with sweat. You looked at your tattoo - a small detail that no one knew about, not even Daryl. The tattoo was a medium size, black and white Medusa head, gracefully wrapping around the contours of the ribcage. It symbolises transformation and power for you.

You haven’t had the best childhood, and you were raised in a household where emotions were not discussed in a calm manner. It was always a fight, always verbal abuse towards your mother that ended with a door slam from your father, and was never actually resolved or talked about again. Your parents always went to the usual selves a couple days later, bottling up whatever was bothering them. You've heard your mum cry many times because of the fights. You even heard her talking to her friend on the phone about getting a divorce, but it never actually happened. Your guess was she was too scared to actually leave your father.

Getting out of your childhood house was one of the things you dreamt about since you were a child. When you turned 18, instead of going to parties, getting drunk or doing your driving license, you got a job and moved out, marking your body with a tattoo symbolising the moment your life changed.

Hopping into the shower, you wash away all the sweat and grime from the day, desperate trying to wash away your feelings too. You thought about how the situation you are in with Daryl could've been avoided if you just kept your mouth shut. But then... you'll always be living in the shadows of Daryl's relationship. Shadows of Leah. Is that what I want, you asked yourself internally and you knew the answer is no. Sooner or later, Daryl would've found out about it. Sooner or later you would've told him and the same thing would happen. Somehow, even if it meant losing him, you were glad it was sooner rather than later. At least, you're not bottling up the feelings and emotions, just like your parents did.

Another couple weeks pass by and situation between you and Daryl hasn't changed. He's avoiding you like fire, keeping his distance everywhere. You stopped going on supply runs altogether, after speaking with Rick and telling him you don't want to work with Daryl anymore. Rick was shocked and, of course, asked questions, but you kept it short and sweet of an answer and explained you needed a break. He wasn't convinced, maybe it was the look on your face, finally letting you off.

One evening, you decided to open a few bottles of alcohol you stashed in your house. You kept them for special occasions, but you felt like this was an emergency and you just wanted to numb yourself for a little while. Sitting on the porch of your house, you kept sipping on some whiskey straight from the bottle, your mind wandering. You thought about your family, your friends, people you've lost since the zombies became reality. You thought about Daryl, what he was up to, what he was doing. Was he thinking about you too?

The sun was setting on the horizon. Everything looked so beautiful in the orangey hue. The trees were still, and the air was stuffy again, although it smelled like wet ground - a tell-tale of rain. A whole street was calm and quiet - an advantage of choosing to live in the corner of the settlement, next to an old couple, away from the places people would usually go to.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps and you turn your head towards it, hoping it would be Daryl, but the blonde hair in a pony tail and an all black outfit came to focus. Leah.

She stood there, smiling at you gently. You felt awkward and super conscious about the fact you were in love with her boyfriend, so you looked down at your drink as quickly as you looked at her.

"Hi," she says softly, sitting next to you on the steps. Her politeness and kindness was almost bugging you.

She was always quite nice to you and others. Maybe that was why people actually disliked her - it was coming off as ingenuine. The first time she came to Alexandria with Daryl, she was so sweet it almost made your teeth hurt. She spoke softly, all the time, like there was nothing that bothers her, like her zen was always in check. Daryl didn't seem to mind her overly sweet voice and attitude of a little girl who didn't know what to do with themselves. In fact, he seemed to like it which made you cringe. Maybe it was because he was a natural protector. A person that always keeps people safe and when he met Leah, all alone in the woods, his instincts kicked in and he needed to protect her. Or maybe it was because she was not shy in showing that she was interested in him, making eyes at him and laughing at his jokes, even when they were bad ones.

You grumble in response, nodding once to acknowledge Leah. There was a pause, a super uncomfortable silence between you two, before she opened her mouth again.

"You shouldn't drink that much, you know? It's not healthy."

"Okay, Leah," you say dismissively, taking another swig out of the bottle. Leah was the last person you'd listen to when it comes to advice. Or anything, really.

Another long pause happens, and you keep looking at the sunset, trying to avoid her burning gaze. You could tell she was scanning you, like she was trying to figure you out. You didn't care much about how she looked at you. You disliked her and her opinion about you didn't matter.

Leah sighs and clasps her hands on her knee.

"Why did you stop going on supply runs with Daryl?" she asks straightforwardly, and you finally turn your head towards her, tilting it to the side.

Your eyebrows turn upwards. You were trying to assess if she's serious or not. It's been a few weeks since the decision of stopping supply runs with Daryl, so you were sure she was joking, maybe mocking you or something. Your eyes meet and you can see concern on her face. Her lips press together, waiting for your answer. She was nervously tapping her foot on the ground.

"I was just wondering that's all. Did something happen?" she pressed even more. It was starting to get on your nerves a little, but you kept your mouth shut. Sipping on the amber liquid, you leaned against the baluster of the stairs.

The sun was barely visible anymore, the evening has gotten more dark. You could hear cicadas in the grass somewhere, and the slight buzzing of the electricity from the solar panels nearby. If it wasn't for Leah's presence next to you, the evening would've been perfect - full of drunken thoughts about Daryl, blurry vision and calm air.

"Daryl has been really absent lately," she says, shrugging her shoulders. She kept looking at the setting sun as well. "I guess I wanted to know why."

"Me and Daryl aren't friends anymore," you finally say in a low voice, almost like you didn't want to say those words out loud. You feel alcohol drifting around in your veins, so you try to steady your mind to make sure you don't just babble anything inappropriate to her.

"What?" Leah turns her gaze towards you, clearly confused, scowling hard and then turning her eyes towards the ground in front of her. "Why not?"

Again, you glance at her, making sure she was serious. And yet again, all you see is just concern and sincerity in her eyes. She looked genuinely shocked at he information you provided her with, like she actually had no idea what's been happening. Her whole body leaned towards you a little, waiting for any answer from you. But before you can answer her, she speaks up again.

"Daryl doesn't really share things like that with me," her voice almost a whisper, as she's rubbing her arm, either from coolness of the air or just a pure awkwardness of the situation. "I wouldn't have known if you two were not friends anymore. He's quite a mystery, isn't he?"

You swallow hard, the realisation of what she said hitting you like a ton of bricks. Leah was his girlfriend, the person who he should confide in, should talk to about things, especially about things like arguing with his best friend to the point of never speaking to them again. He should be speaking about his fears, dreams and future with her, right? Like couples do?

She doesn't know?

You couldn't help but wonder what else did he conceal from her? Does she know about his past? About his childhood, about Merle? Does she know how he got the scars on his back? Does she know anything about his past, anything at all?

You kept looking at her, completely dumbfounded, not knowing what to say or do. You take another swig out of the bottle, assessing the situation. What can you say? It's not exactly something you should speak about with Daryl's girlfriend. "I'm in love with your boyfriend and he didn't like that, so we aren't friends anymore" or "You boyfriend hates me because I confessed my love for him". You felt like it wasn't your place, wasn't something that you should announce to her. It should've been Daryl who bitches about it to her, not you.

You open your mouth, but the words don't come out. They get stuck in your throat, and you bite your lip, desperately trying to find anything to say, anything at all. Leah looks at you, clearly frustrated with something. Well, probably you. Or Daryl. Or both. She doesn't wait for your answer. Instead, she scoffs, gets up and walks off, leaving you on half-drunk on the stairs of your house, with even more to think about.

PART 6

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spidersinyourshoes · 3 months ago

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Phantom Troupe music headcanons because i cannot stop projecting my interests onto them

in honor of me creating 6 different playlists today, here’s my thoughts on what type of music the Phantom Troupe would be into :>

Chrollo

Likes classic goth bands such as The Cure and Bauhaus, and is also really into classical music

Avid collector of the most obscure type of music that no one has ever heard of

Like what do you mean the first hour of your playlist is just Gregorian chants??

Listens to artists who have roughly 7 monthly listeners, and somehow he is 3 of them

Also an insane music nerd

He just somehow knows everything about different genres and their societal significance

Will also go into long rants about music based subcultures and their relevance

Nobunaga

Bit pretentious with it lol

Just doesn’t get modern music

Big fan of anything from the 70s or 80s though

Any song he can get nostalgic over tbh

Probably likes Johnny Cash as well??

Just picture any music that you’d hear at a suburban barbecue organized by single dads and he’d know all the songs by heart

Feitan

I don’t see him as someone who listens to a lot of music tbh

But when he does it’s some obscure shit

Probably more into instrumentals than vocals

Again, doesn’t care much, just know that it has to sound haunting or moody, otherwise he’ll turn that shit off

Shalnark swears he once saw him nodding along to Elton John but no one believes him

That did happen actually

He blames Phinks

Machi

Another one who doesn’t listen to a lot of music, but does have a few playlists she rotates between

Went through an emo phase when she was younger and still knows all of the lyrics to basically every Paramore song

Now she’s more partial to artists like Lana Del Rey and Girl in Red

Likes chill songs that aren’t too intense, just here for some good vibes that don’t distract too much

Phinks

Dad rock.

That’s it. That’s the headcanon

Single-handedly responsible for half of Led Zeppelin’s streams

Argues with Nobunaga over who has the better taste in music even though there’s actually a lot of overlap in their tastes

Has a guilty pleasure for emotional ballads as well but he’d sooner die than admit that out loud

Shalnark

Listens to everything

And when I say everything I mean everything

Has about a million playlists all for hyper specific scenarios and moods, but the only playlist he ever actually listens to is just a massive collection of all his favorite songs

It’s definitely over 50 hours long, and will switch from Britney Spears to Pierce the Veil, then the entire Shrek soundtrack, followed by old school country, of course some lo-fi beats, and then goes right back to ABBA

Everyone hates it but he loves it

If it sounds good it’s going in his playlist

Half of the songs he listens to are in languages he doesn’t even speak

Franklin

Chill music because he’s a chill guy

Likes the blues and jazz

But can also appreciate some 90s grunge

When driving, he’s the only one allowed on the aux because no one else can be trusted to play music that everyone will enjoy

Somehow he just knows exactly what songs to play with different people so that everyone can enjoy themselves

Shizuku

Unironically listens to elevator music

Another one of those ‘If I like it, I like it’ people

Really doesn’t care about genres or what’s popular

But I do think that Sufjan Stevens is one of her top artists every year

Does tend to listen to the same song on repeat for hours without even realizing it though

Pakunoda

Her taste in music is timeless and classy, much like herself

To her, it’s important that music shows emotion or tells a story

Debussy and Chopin are some of her favorites

She likes smooth, elegant music, perfect to dramatically sip wine to

Also prefers vinyl records over their digital counterparts

Honestly her music is the perfect ambience for planning heists

Bonolenov

Bono, being the walking music instrument he is, has a very deep connection to music

He has an insane sense of rhythm, and likes his music to be very rhythmic as well

The type of music you can dance to

While nothing will ever beat the music from his own tribe, he also loves exploring traditional music from different cultures all over the world

Preserving that type of music is very important to him

He can probably deduce a songs hidden meaning or secret story very easily, even if others are struggling to even comprehend what they’re listening to

He can certainly appreciate the artistry of different genres as well

But culturally significant music will always interest him most

Uvogin

All genres of metal and rock

As long as it’s loud, he’ll like it

Definitely the type of person to listen to Motörhead at 3AM and fall asleep to Black Sabbath

Could definitely do the vocals in a metal band if he felt like it

Also listens to Frank Sinatra religiously

I’m sorry I don’t make the rules that’s just how it is

Kortopi

Probably really likes very experimental stuff

Something that’s unconventional and just a tad eerie

Has never made a playlist once and doesn’t plan to

Just picks a song he likes and then listens to whatever’s suggested next

Probably listens to haunted house music to relax

Like out of tune organs with creaky doors in the background

The occasional whisper of a ghost

Everyone thinks it’s really weird but he’s enjoying himself lmao

And of course, they are all theater kids in their own right, so play any song from broadway and they’ll sing along (some more enthusiastically than others)

#are some of these based on my own questionable listening habits?#Maybe #hxh headcanons #phantom troupe #phantom troupe headcanons #hxh #hunter x hunter #chrollo #nobunaga #feitan #machi komacine #phinks #shalnark #franklin bordeau #shizuku murasaki #pakunoda #bonolenov #uvogin #kortopi

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serendippertyy · 11 months ago

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MY PINKIEDASH KIDDOS!!

i have been working on these guys for years but since I am ceasing posting on DA I thought I should share my lil guys elsewhere!!

ANYWAYS HERE THEY ARE

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lavender parley! she's the eldest and super soft spoken, so basically the complete opposite of her whole family. she is a therapist and occasional school counselor!!

pop rocks! a natural born dancer- she's little bitty but she knows how to move! a total sweetheart whose big into the 80s aesthetic

shark bait! total surfer dude,, he's not that great at flying but he uses his wings to maneuver when surfing! also passionate about marine animals, although he is still unsure of his path in life

sugar rush! basically a mini pinkie pie...has a massive sweet tooth and is already looking forward to one day owning sugar cube corner! also her design was gifted to me! <3

funfetti blast, sugar rush's twin brother! big ol nerdy kid,, got his cutie mark very young when he won first place at the science fair! fully supported by dash whose also a big nerd herself

#i also habe some soarindash kids that Little Me made that i still love so we'll see how those fit in lolll #ill add more to their toyhouse bios later but im eeepppyy #my little pony #mlp #mlp fim #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp fanart #pinkiedash #mlp next gen #mlp next generation #next gen #fankid #mlp oc #orginal character #base edit #my art

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cinderellaboyincorectquotes · 3 months ago

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(It's Halloween)

Buddy: *dresses up as a witch*

Chase: *walks up in a pink dress*

Buddy: Um.....and what are you supposed to be?

Chase: I'm a fucking pretty princess *starts dancing*

Buddy: *trys not to laugh*

(Likenapple on a mission)

Likenapple: All right my victims...I mean friends let's interview all the characters and ask them what their opinion is of Buddy (while secretly stealing their life savings shhh)

Likenapple: Now first victim...I mean annoying show-stealer main character Chase!!!! (God I wish I was the main character of cb) Chase what's your opinion of Buddy?

Chase: Um...he' annoying and gets in my way *crosses arms* and he's hot.....I mean he's a chicken wing *blushes* *in the background Buddy is beating the absolute fuck out of Deacon* Also he's not that dangerous so yeah

Likenapple: *secretly checks Chase's wallet* and this is why your poor

Likenapple: Next is Buddy!!! Buddy what is your opinion of yourself?

Buddy: Why don't you shut up

Likenapple: *Buddy doesn't have a wallet* Your poor, get a job you open-chested burnt Alfredo noodle! Maybe this is why you can't escape Ex Libris.

Buddy: Hey that is none of your business!

Likenapple: I speak for your greasy looking ass hair

Buddy: *Feels hair*

Likenapple: This is why you'll never have a relationship and marry Chase one day you troll.

Buddy: *walks away with his damaged ego*

Likenapple: Next is Dorken the nerd. Deacon what is your opinion of Buddy?

Deacon: *bruised up* I hate him...I hope he fucking dies...wait a minute am I supposed to question that your a pineapple???

Likenapple: I'm gonna commit arson on you

Deacon: ... I'm never eating pineapples again

Likenapple: Okay now let's ask Prunella. Prunella???

Prunella: Never really met him. *playing with a Lovalorn plushie* don't really care...

Likenapple: Your a kid so I'm not going to commit arson on you

Likenapple: That's all cause this is getting long , I've collect 80 dollars....that's not enough watch out!!! I'm coming for yall wallets

#OPEN CHESTED BURNT ALFREDO NOODLE ALDJALDBKSX #this post felt like 17 back to back gut punches XD #cinderella boy #cinderella boy webtoon #chase hollow #buddy #mall goth #incorrect quotes #deacon hollow #cinderella boy memes

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causenessus · 10 months ago

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new grounds

part 0.12. SECOND TIME'S THE CHARM . . . 2.14.2024

PLAYING IN THE CAFE . . . valentine by laufey

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extras <3

i literally did not want to write a valentines day chapter because it felt stupid but also i did this to myself because i decided to follow a timeline for this smau and i knew i couldn't just skip over it but hey it worked out ok i think

hinata calls like 80% of the "council meetings" and they're usually for something stupid

hinata and tsukki love each other they just show it by verbally berating each other

bokuto did in fact make cute little cards filled with hearts made of wildflower seed paper for his best friends and the entire volleyball team <3

the freeloaders were texting kageyama about valentines day on tuesday, the day before valentines day when kags was working with y/n and he was so terrified she'd look at his phone and see they were texting about her

bokuto was the only person who saw kageyama drop off the flowers. who else would be up at 5 am and somehow look out the peephole of their door at the exact right moment

keiji woke up when, in his completely dark room, bokuto started shaking his bed frame going "AKAASHI WAKE UP IT'S IMPORTANT" and he literally thought someone was breaking in

kageyama's heart dropped when he accidentally said he was already interested in someone right in front of y/n he thought he had just ruined every chance with her or given himself away

bokuto did show up to join the girl talk <3 yachi wasn't able to again because of school she was devastated

did anyone's elementary school do that thing where on valentine's day everyone brought in a box they had decorated for other kids to drop their candy into? that's basically what was happening in yamaguchi's class except for half the kids had designed their box to be like those little mechanical coin boxes where you put the coin on a plate and like a cat paw comes out to take it (linked an 8 second youtube video clip of what i'm talking about because i couldn't describe this thing to save my life) TLDR; engineer majors are sleep deprived crazed nerds.

taglist: @ncitygreen @lvrlamp @cherrypieyourface @mimi3lover @lees-chaotic-brain @frootloopscos @0moonii @cr4yolaas @eggyrocks @pinkiscool @httpakkeiji @localgaytrainwreck @lunaviee @kitty-m30w @lixie-phoria @aliruuiz @corvid007 @iluv-ace @yvjitadori @k8nicole @ryeyeyer @thechaosoflonging @kettlepop @r0seandth0rns @rinheartshyunlix @lucky-chars @par4disee @vixx-22 @luvkvni @does-directions (form to be added to taglist! <3)

#kageyama tobio #tobio kageyama #kageyama x reader #kageyama smau #haiykuu smau #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq #hq x reader #ness' planet ⋆⭒˚.⋆

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bunnwich · 5 months ago

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Say Bunnwhich, I'm kind curious...

What got ya to love Lil Lion Leona in the 1st place? :3

WHY DO I LIKE LEONA???

Sorry for the long yap as usual but, I feel like every once in a while ppl ask me this very question and I feel like I have been in twst hell for so long it’s like ancient history now. VGBHNJMK

TBH I very strongly disliked Leona's character when he came on screen when I first started to play twst. I found Chapter 2 to be very flat compared to Chapter 1 and I had very little sympathy for him and his backstory. To me, it was clear he was just the "hot, brooding character" archetype and I had no interest in him whatsoever.

HOWEVER, when I became more active in the fandom, my friend @comingyourlugubriousness and others began to ship my Yuu with him as a joke bc of my said dislike. And, yeah I begin to write lil scenarios where they’d interact and challenged myself to make a logical way he would even be interested in my Yuu in the first place?

THAT GOT ME THINKING and I saw how he used to be characterized in fics and stuff and I really just didn't agree??? Even to this day, I feel like some ppl go in two extremes with him. 1.) Where they wash down his personality in order for him to fit in into this “prince charming role" OR 2.) They make him the worst bastard ever, which can lead into certian problematic connotations.

When I went to write my own fics I had watched all of his vignettes and understood better what his true personality is. The main story does not do much to make him likable to a general audience sometimes IMO. And so I became interested in how and why so many ppl interpret his character so wrong?? (My opinion ofc)

And so my journey began as prob one of the biggest Leona apologists ever.

To answer the question better I guess. What do I LIKE about him?

I like him bc in order to enjoy him you really have to read between the lines and do your own work as a fan to find the intriguing parts of him! It's just fun!

I actually find him very relatable, his burnout and seemingly ultra competitive but still “work smarter” not harder attitude is something I gel with and feels very realistic for someone his age.

YES, I think his design is nice but honestly it's the least interesting thing about him to me. I will always enjoy long hair on men that's no secret. According to some friends I "have a type” but eh.

I like that he uses his sorta rude and grumpy ruse to scare ppl off. I personally subscribe to the idea that underneath all that sass he's just a lil cantankerous grandpa stuck in a 20 year old’s body, who likes to yap about chess and dead languages.

He’s a nerd and likes books.

He's a true hater. 💚

I feel like he'd never judge your appearance, for eating too much or being lazy.

I feel like he's a caretaker and would always look out for you.

I think he'd be a good teacher and big brother and a lot of his more amiable qualities remind me of my own S/O who is so, so smart and charismatic and who I love very much!

I say "I think/feel" on a lot of this bc TBH the headcanons I have made for him over my time in the fandom are probably 80% the reason I like him, yk?

SO, if I had to sum it up that probably why! I could say more but I’ll spare ya’ll. 💚💚💚

#ask #ren speaks🌱#leona kingscholar #From a character perspective #he's just so interesting to talk about idk #like there's even so much I wanna ramble about with the new event but I will save my thoughts.

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