#nice to see him play guitar isolated like this

[savageandwise]

Ugh. I love him so much!

[the-invisibility-bloke]

um so i NEED some more starcest because why is there so little on this app?? do you have any headcanons for them? i like them being toxic but i also really enjoy them being soft and in love. they can't exactly be healthy cause.. they're literally brothers but yk it's still nice to see them being loving instead of straight toxic

Oh same, I need more Starcest always! Have you gone through the whole AO3 tag? There are so many great fics!

I too love a good mix of soft and toxic. Like soft to the point where They Were All Each Other Had until Hogwarts, and Sirius was very self-sacrificial for him, very protective, always took the blows from their parents in Reggie's place if he could... but then some quality angst as they get driven apart by house rivalry, ideology, socialization, etc. My HCs for them are a lot less rigid than the ones I have for like, Sirry or Prongsfoot, but I love the idea that their bond still burned bright throughout their Hogwarts years, like they'd sneak off to be together (platonically or otherwise), Sirius still defended him from bullies (even if Reggie tried to pretend he didn't need the help). I love Regulus being seethingly jealous of James, like "you're mine, Sirius, you've always been mine" and that's how the Incest Feels™ come out.

I do HC that Sirius tried to get Reg to come with him when he ran away, and when he refused, Sirius was heartbroken. And of course, Sirius has a tattoo of the Leo constellation, which he got right after he ran away, still raw with grief and missing him horribly.

On the deader dove side, I also love the idea of them being so isolated as kids that they experimented with each other from a fairly young age and never saw it as wrong. Bless.

Hmm, what else. Reg is a bottom but a bratty one, I feel like that's pretty standard, hehe. They both learned French growing up (Malfoys too) and still speak it together in bed (as does Draco, unrelatedly), or when they want to have private convos. And they both play violin, though Regulus was the only one passionate enough about it to keep it up. Sirius, obv, went for guitar. I love the idea of him introducing Reggie to classic Muggle rock, and Reg pretending not to love it, then stealing his vinyls (I think I put that in a fic? ha).

Thanks for the ask! :D

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Random stuff from Guardian Angel AU.

Angst bitch.

1: Nasty rumors Susan spread about Adam got to a point that one of his neighbors spitted on his face and called him a man crack whore when she saw him outside and near her kids. She also said she’ll call the police if she saw Adam near her kids again.

That was the final step into making Adam a full hermit.

2: Every parent tells their kid to stay away from “The weird man in 1A”, some even take it to a step further with saying he could hurt them. So, Adam is seen as a creepy criminal among kids. They run away from him if they ever see Adam at the halls.

3: Lucifer isn’t the only person who brought him food in Adam’s life. A nice lady named Rosie used to put food on his doorstep once every month when she noticed he barely got out and how terrible he looked. She worked with children, so she didn’t wanted to be seen with Adam much, but she also began visiting Adam once every six months, they had tea together and Adam felt like he saw a tiny light in his endless darkness.

But this only went on for two years. Rosie died because of a heart attack four years ago. She was the last person who lived in Lucifer’s apartment.

3: Charlie saved Angel and Vaggie. Angel from his addictions and Vaggie from self harm and suicide. I guess it’s in Morningstar’s genes to fall in love with a soul they saved :>

4: Adam played a song for Lucifer when he was still on Earth, which he gladly listened. It was the first time Adam had played his guitar for a long time.

And when Lucifer was forced to leave him, he played, sometimes even sang, the same song almost every night for two years. Because he missed him and it made him think of him.

Lucifer’s heart exploded while he was watching Adam do this from Heaven. He began listening it every night to sleep as well.

—

Hehe

Dude whhhhy 😭

Yeah getting spit in the face is not only fucking gross but an understandable reason for Adam to stay away. He ended up telling Lucifer about it but wouldn't tell him who.

And that would hurt especially with how the situation with his own kids went.

Awwww Rosie and Adam being friends I'm so soft for their friendship. Shame she died. That only served to isolate Adam more. Everyone leaves why bother making friends? No one likes me anyway so that was made easy.

I WAS GOING TO SEND AN ASK ABOUT ADAM WRITING LUCIFER A SONG!!!!

Yeah, the Morningstars definitely have a type as well ;)

Ahhh sweet angst.

What if Lucifer had to look up his onlyfans page? You know, to see what he was working with and how deep Adam is in this world. He sees all the photos and videos. Spoiler he's in deep.

Adam has thousands of subscribers. And hundreds of posts. It's surprising he would do this line of work because of his past. But maybe, it was Velvette who told him "You're gorgeous, why not make a profit off your looks? Here I have a website you can use."

Adam tries it and when he sees how many people want him and shower him in praise and compliment him and tell him how wonderful he is.

Just another addiction on the pile. Only this one makes money and he hates himself afterwards.

Bonus points if someone in the building is subscribed and wanted more face to face time. Even if it doesn't go THAT far they make sexual comments at him any time they see him. (A man most likely)

And that was another thing to keep Adam in his house. The money is great but he hates that it comes from this and it's a never ending cycle.

[fanaticsnail]

Hi Snail!

I see a lot of people talking about their OC, so I also wanted to talk about my sweetie. I started bringing her to life years ago; she was my first baby and I adore her! Of course, she has evolved a lot over time, but I’m happy with what she has become now.

My OC's name is Dawn. She is 25 years old (post-timeskip). She is 1.67 meters tall, has brown hair, and brown eyes. Dawn is exceptionally intelligent and has an eidetic memory. She can manipulate numbers with disconcerting ease and assimilate knowledge very quickly. This ability, although valuable, has often caused her behavioral problems and intense migraines. To manage her pain, she uses music as an outlet, which allows her to put her brain "on pause".

Dawn loves music! She plays the guitar, the piano, and she loves singing. She often has her headphones on and listens to her music way too loud (really way too loud!).

She loves reading, especially science fiction and fantasy novels, but she will read anything she can get her hands on.

Dawn doesn’t have a devil fruit and isn’t very skilled in combat, although she has learned to defend herself when necessary. However, she hates fighting and will do anything to avoid conflicts.

Despite her impressive abilities, Dawn lacks a lot of self-confidence and constantly seeks approval from others. She is honest, loyal, and kind, but can become extremely aggressive when under pressure or in intense pain.

Dawn grew up on an isolated island in North Blue. Because of her behavioral issues, she had very few friends. The other children found her too weird.

Regarding her relationships, she was initially with the Straw Hats (she joined them after Alabasta) but during the Timeskip she traveled with the Kid Pirates. Her integration among them was very difficult, but she eventually became accepted, and they became her new family. And of course, she falls in love with Kid.

This is very summarized; I still have a lot to tell (her family, her past, her origins, ...) when I imagined Dawn, I was also inspired by another fandom that I love: the Stargate franchise (SG1 and Atlantis). And so, I mixed the two universes (One Piece and Stargate) when creating Dawn and her story. Maybe it’s a bit "too much" but I don’t care, I’m having fun ^^

I really like you Snail, you're always so nice to us.

A musician OC, oh be still my beating heart! I love musician OCs, especially multi-instrumentalists like Dawn. I love these thoughts!!

I can see her with Brook having a soft moment where they're playing in the corner of the Thousand Sunny together. Something a little bit country, a little bit flirty, and their voices filtering together in perfect harmony. Hold up, it's happening.

I think you're wonderful, Armiliadawn. I hope you don't mind a mini-fic for Dawn and Kid below the cut! I hope you don't mind a "he fell first" type of fic.

The dining area on the top deck buzzes with life as grabby hands and food passes between the three crews of the Sunny, the Tang, and the Punk. Gruff words of thievery and territorial protection over their plates linger playfully on the lengthy wooden tables. Bodies squished into pews, shoulders bumping and ales sloshing, the soft melody picks up in the corner of the room.

The raspy voice crooned from the skeleton, the plucking of strings reverberating as he sung his lyrics with the young accompanist. The tale spoken within the words mattered not, none of the crew members paying too much attention to the music over the dull hum of the idle chatter.

All except Eustass Captain Kid.

No, as soon as the sweet harmony matched the Soul-King's melody, Kid's neck snapped upright and his attention darted over to the corner of the room. The tease in the tone, the smile in the hum, and the flirtatiousness in the plucking had him barking to silence his unruly crew to hear more from the two of them.

Dawn's soft voice matched and accentuated Brook's with each pulled-back emphasis, balancing the melody completely. When both voices picked up in the chorus, tingles shot down Kid's back and swelled in his chest. He had never heard such sweetness, and found himself immediately smitten with the songstress.

Upon finishing the tune, Dawn scrunched her nose at the skeleton with her smile. Brooks hand gently reached forward, pinching her shoulder in a playful familiarity to express his gratitude.

The scrape of wood caused her to snap her neck over to see the gruff red-headed captain rise to his feet. His scarred face depicting his awe, his tangerine-colored eyes smiling at her as his metal and flesh hands met in a rapid flutter. Applauding Dawn with gusto, Kid kicked at his first mate and commanders with his heavy boot-heel to do the same: an ovation in gratitude for her sweet song.

Dawn had no choice but to smile awkwardly while receiving such a great compliment from the towering man, her heart fluttering and teeth chattering in bashfulness. Kid couldn't help it, he was enamoured by her. Calls for an encore was hushed by the Straw-Hat archeologist who ushered Dawn over to finally take part in the meal.

Sitting beside the dark-haired woman, the instrumentalist avoided looking up because she knew exactly the sight that her gaze was to be met with.

Kid simply couldn't look away.

[vibingandsimping]

Hey hey, I hope ur having an amazing week!! I would like to get a baldurs gate 3 matchup. I am a bisexual with a preference for men. I'm an average guy, pale as a ghost, cause of me staying mostly inside. I present myself as friendly, quiet, preserved, just a guy who gets along w everyone. But sometimes ppl are weirded out or intimidated by me (being goth in a small Slavic town isn't best). I'm really awkward and anxious w many/new ppl. With friends I'm open, dramatic, a bit of a rambler and love to prank/scare them. I hate physical touches very much, I don't even let my friends hold hands or hug me, the most they are getting is a hand on shoulder or a handshake. But to ppl who are really close to me, I love cuddling and just sitting near them. I am really patient and understanding. I hate talking about feelings and am just horrible at comforting ppl, that's why I don't usually argue and just agree with a person and avoid expressing feelings (can't even say simple 'I love you' without big struggle). I have a self isolation problem too, when I get emotional. I love music and art in general, I play guitar and also am an artist, and once in a while I try myself in poetry, I consider myself a bit of philosophy nerd. Also love going to the park/forest for alone quiet time, I love hanging out there, or even exploring some abandoned buildings. I love to listen to people ramble on their interests, also I like to give presents to the person I like. I'm super obvious on any romantic hints, and get really blushful and nervous once I finally get them. Damn, I hope it ain't too long, anyway thanks, I love ur work and I think ur really talented!! Have a nice day/night!!

Thank you for the sweet compliments. <33

I feel Astarion would be fond of you.

Astarion has gone through too much trauma to have to adjust heavily. He can adapt, of course, but to find someone who shares similarities with him would be great. You two have a lot in common. Easy enough to bond over but it could cause some simple arguments or disagreements. I can really see you two chatting over wine and discussing topics of life. Also, maybe gossiping over something.

The tree bark under the back of your knees was a dull burn each time you shifted. It was something you grew accustomed to during your adventures. Next to you sat Astarion as he poured you two a glass of wine. His fingers cold as they brushed yours handing you the glass. He sighed and tilted his head back; enjoying the forest air. You smiled softly and took a sip as the crisp environment settled into you. The camp was stuffy and being surrounded by so many grew tiring. So, you both trailed off for some much needed alone time. “As much as I enjoy the company we’ve kept…” Astarion began, your eyes darting to him. “I really don’t think I can handle hearing everyone squabble over simple issues.” He sighed in exasperation. You laughed a little and rolled your shoulders back to allow yourself to relax. “Imagine having to lead that group.” You chirped and Astarion rumbled in amusement. There was a silent understanding of comfort between you two. Whatever romance blooming was new and unexplored territory. So, you really relished moments like this even if little words were spoken. Inching closer minute by minute. You felt the sharp cold of his hand against yours, instinctively wanting to flinch away. Inhaling shakily, you allowed him to sit close enough to rest hands together. Sipping the wine and making casual conversation. Despite the advancement, you felt no pressure to do so. You both knew you could back out if it became too much. It was nice.

[deepfried-dildos-again]

hi...it's me and um i just want anything...anything at all for lobo, theres like no content for him💀

sorry this is awkward for me, this is the first time im requesting something while not anonymous, and i just feel weird😭😭😭😭

Whoooo sorry it took so long to get to this I have been incredibly depressed and unmedicated but hey. I got to it. Merry Shitscram <3

Content warning: alcohol, smoking, swearing, mosh pit violence, shitty exes, vauge mentions of abuse, vauge mentions of mental health issues

The metal scene on stations is not for anyone. Lobo, however, wasn't just anyone. Since he was semi-dating you, he thought you weren't just anyone too. That's why he'd brought you to this surprisingly nice bar, to watch one of his favorite bands play a show.

You weren't exactly big into metal. Sure, you listened to Metallica every once in a while, but Lobo was constantly touting the musical skill of bands with names like Aborted Second Coming and Spider Vomit. Sure, the technical skill these guys had was impressive, but it was intimidating too.

Still, you loved him, so you'd agreed, and now you were sitting at the bar with earplugs in, sipping on a beer. The cold was nice on your tongue contrasted with the heat of the packed bodies, and you considered ordering another once you were finished, but decided against it. Lobo would probably be in no state to drive at the end of the night, and he couldn't well sleep at the bar. One beer was probably good enough.

Lobo, meanwhile, was barely in your sight, since he had jumped into the middle of a mosh. From what you could see, he was having a hell of a time, bodyslamming people and getting his nose broken. His mouth and chin were covered in his blue blood, and it was getting on his shirt, too. He caught your eye then, and flashed you a grin and a thumbs up. You smiled and gave him a thumbs up back. It was good to see him have fun.

After a few more minutes, he managed to extract himself from the mass of sweaty, girating bodies to make his way over to you.

"Babe, hey! How's th' beer?"

"It's good, Bo, you should probably- ah- here let me just get that."

You grabbed a couple of napkins and gently wiped at his bloodied face, much to his disappointment.

"Babe, baby, c- noooo, c'mon, lemme alone, 's fine! I'll clean it off later!"

"Lobo, angel, sugar, if you bleed too much on their floors the owner is gonna kick us out."

He sighed, finally ending his struggle and letting you wipe his face off. Once you'd finished, you kissed his nose, which made him much less sulky. He kissed you back, and the next thing you knew you were making out.

At this point, the previous band had moved on and the band that Lobo had come to see had finished setup. The moment the frontman announced "We are Bloodfuck!" Lobo pulled back excitedly.

"Sorry, hon, they're on, I gotta go!"

"Ok, ok, have fun!"

"Yer so cool I love ya."

Once he left, you ordered some water and went back to chilling. If you were being honest, the guitar in this band was pretty cool, very technical. You could see why he liked it, since Lobo was an avid lover of technical guitar skill.

And then you saw him.

You didn't notice him at first, since his hair was blonde now, not blue, but there he was. Your ex. The one who'd... god you could barely remember. You'd dated him in a really bad patch of your life, and he'd taken advantage of that to totally isolate you.

Then came that feeling. Rage? Hurt? Nausea? The feeling that came when you thought of him. So you took your water and sped to the bathroom.

Once you spent afew minutes of deep breathing and pacing around, you started to feel better, and went to go back to the bar, but were stopped by the door opening.

"There y' are..."

Lobo stepped in, leaning back on the door to give you both some privacy. He looked... worried. You were still getting used to that. He never seemed to get worried over anything else, except for maybe dolphins. And now you.

"Ya dissapeared, sugar, don't do that."

"Sorry, sorry, I just saw... just had some bad memories stirred up. I'm better now."

"Meanin'?"

"... I saw my ex. You know, the one I told you about."

"Oh! Jackass!"

"Yeah, Jackass."

"D'you... need anythin'? A hug, a murder, break his kneecaps a lil?"

"A hug would be nice. Don't do the other two things please."

"Awwwww, y' never lemme have any fun."

He did oblige though, pulling you into his arms. He was damp with sweat and smelled like salt and spilled beer and BO, but it was comforting.

"Y'wanna leave? Just so ya don't hafta see him."

"Babe, no, that band you like isn't done playing."

"And? I got th' CD and th' hoodie n junk. I can jus' catch em next time."

You pulled back and looked at him. He LOVED going to live shows. He got excited whenever he heard one was coming in. And he was going to leave in the middle of a set for you?

... That felt... nice. Like he cared about you. You weren't sure about exactly how he felt about you, but him offering that? It was nice.

"Lobo, I promise. We can stay."

He smiled at you, and then you both left the shitty bar bathroom. He stayed with you at the bar for a good while, but when the band announced their final encore, he made his way back to the pit.

And so did your ex.

Lobo noticed at the same time you did, and immediately shot you a look. You saw the question in that look, and nodded a yes as an answer. He smiled, then jumped on the stage, looking back to time his leap juuuuuust right...

Thud.

His drop coincided with the last note of the song, and he quickly got up and rushed over to you.

"C'mon c'mon we gotta go now 'fore the cops get here."

You took his hand, tossed the bartender a tip, and then sprinted to the door.

You knew he cared now.

[veraynes-blog]

Missy/Twelve for the ask meme? 👀

Ooh okay. Haven't done much content for Twelve/Missy but I really like them as a pairing.

Who’s the cuddler?

They're both really awful at it, honestly. 😬 Twelve ultimately doesn't like to be touched, though I think he makes occasional exceptions when emotional needs can be met through touch. Missy doesn't have the same reservations, but she does have her pride, and he's rejected her often enough that lowering her guard would be difficult.

Who makes the bed?

Missy, when she can be bothered, and when she's decided she's performing femininity today. Sometimes she likes everything to look just so, and that means an elaborate overhaul of their living space.

Who wakes up first?

Missy. I imagine she has a slightly better sleep schedule than Simm, but would still get bored and restless lying down for very long.

Who has the weird taste in music?

I actually think they have pretty similar tastes. We know they both like classical, although Missy seems to lean towards piano music whereas Twelve likes the more powerful stuff. And they both have a weakness for catchy pop still, whether that's Hey Missy or Pretty Woman. Mostly the only disagreements are on whether Twelve's electric guitar cover of Beethoven's 5th constitutes 'music'.

Who is more protective?

Twelve, but in a weird way. He's not Ten, he's not lying to himself. He knows full well the Master is a terrible person, that they've committed atrocities, that they're dangerous to anyone around them. But also he's selfish, and he loves her, and he wouldn't let anyone (beyond himself) truly punish her for those crimes. We literally see it play out in canon, that he'd rather put her in a box to keep her safe and with him, as well as keep her isolated from everyone else.

Who sings in the shower?

Missy, again for the Master's love of music and self-expression.

Who cries during movies?

Missy does the whole performative dabbing of eyes where she thinks normal people would cry. Usually followed by some terribly inappropriate or cutting commentary on why that tragedy was pretty funny, actually.

Who spends the most while out shopping?

Missy. Just because someone decided they were only going to dress in secondhand hoodies and mismatched pants doesn't mean she gave up her standards, thank you very much.

Who kisses more roughly?

Again, I'm conscious of Twelve's aversion, or particular preferences, around touch. Don't get me wrong, I think they have a sexual relationship, but that there's some different physical boundaries in place. I don't think they kiss very much as part of that relationship, or if they do it's the more delicate, careful type of kissing we saw him share with her.

(That said, Missy took her opportunity when they first met, so I guess Missy!)

Who is more dominant?

Okay, in a purely sexual dynamic, of course Missy. Like, give her half an opportunity and she's got a crop in one hand, restraints in the other, and a head full of ideas on how exactly she's going to break his composure.

In their relationship? Twelve. I actually think Missy makes a very purposeful choice to present herself as more submissive in this regeneration, because for whatever reason she believes that will gain the Doctor's approval enough to repair their friendship. (Side note: by 'submissive' I definitely don't mean nice or calm or even non-threatening, just that she's willing to bend to his will.) Twelve, meanwhile, rises to the challenge and fully controls the narrative of their relationship. I don't know if he fully realises how much of that power she handed him, but he's not above using it.

My rating of the ship from 1-10.

"She was my mancrush" out of 10. 💕

[sentine1ist]

i would like to hear more abt your thoughts on Javier. Like abt his personality and heritage maybe? Im asking anonymously because im too shy to ask directly

Yesssss I'd love to share 🏃

I'm gna preface by saying I tend to develop a very personalised view of my favourites over time so parts of his personality I describe might not coincide too well w canon but,, LMAO I'm havin fun ig

I completely chucked the notion that he's some silver tongued flirt who's always ready to fire back quips at people, it makes no sense and borders on some weird stereotypes I think. To me javier is much more reserved, and is only playful on the occasion he feels relaxed ( quite rare to me). If you watch in game he doesn't really speak unless spoken to, and even then unless he absolutely trusts/likes the person his answers are clipped and blunt. (see the mission where him, Arthur and John steal those horses... He says like a handful of lines at most)

+ most of his time at camp is spent on his own/ away from the majority of the gang. Playing guitar by the lake, sitting on guard duty late at night etc. He enjoys his own company above else I think and it's a very nice trait of his. Even when you speak to him as Arthur he doesn't have much to say which isn't necessarily bad.

Javier does break out of this blunt and isolated shell on occasion though! As I said it tends to be when he's very relaxed/letting go, so say the companion mission you have with him where you go fishing. He excitedly asks if Arthur would like to join him and can be seen laughing and being jovial while you fish with him.

I also hc he's a very avid people watcher. One of my fav features of his design is his eyes and with how much time he spends loitering on his own in camp away from the others it makes sense to me for him to be a people watcher (in a nice way).

But yeah, tldr: javier to me is a introverted, somewhat distant person but he isn't afraid or uncomfortable with letting his guard down occasionally and relaxing. He doesn't show much in the way of big emotion and releases his anger through his way of fighting /killing.

[ghostcaterwaul-doesnt-write]

OC Intro: Alice Hansen

CW: Mentions of abusive relationships, sexual assault, attempted suicide, emotionally neglectful/abusive parenting, and self-destructive behavior such as self-harm, drug and alcohol use, and self-inflicted food and sleep deprivation. All of this is described in mild to moderate detail in this post, so there's nothing super explicit here. That being said, stay safe and proceed with caution.

-17 years old

-Stands 5’1” with a delicate and very thin (almost sickly) body type, long white hair and porcelain skin graced with freckles. She has blue-grey eyes that show a profound sadness. Scars on arms, legs, and stomach from self-harm. Her clothing aesthetic is a mix of fairy grunge, whimsigothic, and strega fashion. Often wears silver, fantasy themed jewelry with crystals and charms, nature themed jewelry such a terrarium pendants and charms or floral jewelry, and jewelry made from leather. Wears armwarmers, legwarmers, fingerless gloves, scarves, hip, waist, and hair chains, patterned mesh or fishnet tights. and patterned socks. Sometimes styles her hair in fantasy-inspired braids. Wears lots of hair jewelry/accessories. Literally jingles with every movement because of all her jewelry. Always wears at least 3 layers of clothing due to the fact she's always cold, no matter the weather. Also likes a lot of glow-in-the-dark, UV-reactive, and thermal-reactive accessories.

-Quiet and soft-spoken. She puts on a happy face, but in reality, she’s sad and angry, mostly because she sees so many terrible and unjust things happening in the world. She also struggles with her self-esteem and self-worth. Her sadness definitely shows in her eyes, but either no one’s noticed, no one cares, or no one really knows what to say or do about it. She often takes her anger out on herself through various methods of self-harm and other self-destructive behavior, such as substance abuse (mainly pills and alcohol), sleep and food deprivation, smoking cigarettes, and putting herself in dangerous situations. She hides these behaviors almost too well. She’s an overall nice person, maybe too nice at times. She self-isolates a lot, keeping an emotional distance from people. She spends her time reading, playing guitar, tambourine, violin, and piano/keyboard, singing, various forms of art, and writing her own songs as well as writing fiction. She also enjoys experimenting with vocal percussion and using household objects as instruments in her music (glass bottles and jars are one of her favorites to experiment with). Sometimes when she gets overwhelmed, her brain really goes haywire. She’ll have trouble remembering certain words as well as processing speech and text. She also will forget what she’s doing in the middle of a task, or if she dares to try and drive in this mental state, she may forget where she’s going. It really frustrates her, and she often starts hitting herself in the head or pulling at her hair.

-Grew up upper-middle class with a single mother who is barely ever home and hardly acknowledges her existence. Her mother treats her like an inconvenience and will basically bribe her to leave her alone. This is how she’s obtained books, art supplies, and her guitar, violin, tambourine, piano lessons, as well as many other things. It’s obvious her mother doesn’t want to be a mother. Alice has been told that her father left before she was born, but the truth is her mother is the one who left and her father has no clue she exists. Alice has attempted suicide by overdose in the past, but she survived despite never being taken to a hospital. She’s never told anyone about her suicide attempt. She has had one boyfriend who sexually assaulted her on multiple occasions and the only reason she’s no longer with him is because she and her mom moved to a different town after inheriting her grandmother’s house, and she used this as an excuse to break up with him.

-She’s pretty experimental when it comes to her creative endeavors. She doesn’t really know what to call her style of music, but she sings grotesque and poetic lyrics containing themes of isolation, depression, sexual assault, and self-harm, as well as taking some inspiration from horror movies, gothic literature, Arthurian legend, and the occult sung with a light, breathy voice with occasional slight vibrato and high pitched, raspy screams, shrieks, and wails, making her sound like a tormented banshee. This is accompanied by dark, doomy, ambient, haunting instrumentals on her guitar, violin, or keyboard, vocal percussion, and, as mentioned before, non-instruments used as instruments. She often adds reverb and delay effects to her music. Her screams over the softer music often create a very chilling effect. She records her music with the limited resources she has access to, such as her laptop and earphones with a built-in microphone. Her musical influences consist of KatieJane Garside, Nicole Dollanganger, Tori Amos, Dani Filth, Kathrine “Sylvaine” Shepard, Stéphane “Niege" Paut, Enya, Emilie Autumn, Nicole Ansperger, Pete Johansen, Anthony Gonzalez, Rachel “Banshee” Knight, Billy Corgan, and Anna-Varney Cantodea. Her visual art is often gory and disturbing, or at least tackles disturbing themes, yet her style is very ethereal. She paints and draws and also makes sculptures out of objects she finds while out and about, such as animal remains (which she manages to keep preserved in a portable freezer she obtained off of Craigslist for free), sticks, rocks, or just cool stuff she finds either out in nature or even just on the side of the road. She doesn’t like to share her music, art, or writing with anyone because she feels that these are some of the few things she has to herself that are completely hers and hers alone, and she wants to keep it that way for the time being. Thank goodness for her walk-in closet and the space underneath her bed. She mostly reads gothic literature, fantasy, and books that are considered “weird” by her peers due to questionable or dark subject matter. She has 2 pet rats, a white one named Guinevere and a blue one named Ophelia. She also has an Antilles pinktoe tarantula named Vivica. She’s always ice-cold to the touch, no matter what the temperature is outside or what she’s wearing. Drives a white 1995 Chevy Lumina with a burgundy interior. Her lips are often chapped, and she picks at the dead skin until she bleeds.

[jaijaitbinks]

Been thinking of an au idea because all day I've been wanting to sing but couldn't cuz of classes. The AU can basically be summarized as "Saitama: Hero by day, Singer by night"

He has his heroing hobby—he loves it, even if it's not as fun as it used to be. But sometimes, when he comes home to his monster-infested, abandoned little neighborhood on the outskirts of Z City, it's too quiet. Desolate. He likes the silence, the lack of cars and people and crimes and noise. But late at night, when the streets are dark and only every other street lamp is on, he feels like he's just sitting in a void. And he fears that void will consume him someday.

Also, the empty streets give a sligh echo and it sounds nice. So, at night, he just sits on the ledge of his balcony and sings. Sometimes it's old songs he wrote back in high school, sometimes it's covers. Sometimes it's a capella, sometimes he grabs his 6-year old guitar and plays along.

In the quiet, hidden away behind wreckage and isolated buildings, monsters come out to listen. Some out of curiosity, some because they like his voice (although he doesn't get why). He doesn't mind them cuz they don't do anything—just hide away during the day, and listen to him during the night.

One day, Genos learns of a monster-infested town on the edge of Z-City. As a bringer of justice and protector of the people (not officially), he goes there. He hopes to find traces of the Mad Cyborg in such a place. He walks for hours through the streets, watching as they go from brightly lit to dark, impossible to navigate through if he hadn't had the ability to see in the dark (and the occasional street lamps). Watches as shopping districts become broken down or abandoned homes and once-quaint shops. Eventually, he starts to hear a voice. He hears singing.

Of course, his immediate thought is that it might be a monster. Some kind of monster that uses singing as a weapon, maybe?

So he takes care to approach the source slowly, slow and quiet and cautious. In the corner of his eyes he sees creatures skittering, more and more of them showing and disappearing the closer he gets. He knows most, if not all of them are not normal animals, but his priority is the being making music. He has a passing thought that it might be having an influence on him, because as it continues, he begins to thinks of how beautiful it sounds.

When he reaches the source, hiding behind another apartment building wall, he sees that it's not a monster, but a man. A bald man, sitting up on a balcony and singing into the empty streets solemnly. He looks saddened, but his voice, easily carried into the night, projects evenly—perfectly.

The curiosity sparked from such an odd sight makes him step out and call to him.

[adorablebunnie]

I made my own Omori au

This is called the Fate Au, in this au, Basil swaps with Sunny and Aubrey swaps with Mari, Basil and Aubrey had an argument in the treehouse when Basil accidentally pushed her, nobody knows what happened and Basil told them Aubrey ran away. Basil has been isolated in his house for 5 years while Sunny and Mari try getting Basil to come out.

Real world gang:

Kel still plays basketball but is more closed off than he used to be, he barely talks to anyone but Hero, Mari, and Basil, he doesn't talk to Sunny anymore. He's more close to Basil than any of the others although he doesn't try getting him out of his house. Constantly argues with Hero about Hero being 'perfect' and him being a screw up.

Hero went to college for cooking instead of being a doctor, he hangs out with Mari most of the time but doesn't really talk to Sunny, he isn't that close with Kel either. Hero can be extremely selfish when it comes to pleasing Mari, he doesn't really take care of Kel either. He sees Sunny as an obstacle since Mari is always taking care of him.

Sunny is social and makes friends easily, he can get along with about everyone. He tries to focus on the future instead of focusing on the past. He constantly tries to get Basil to come out of his house, Sunny plays his violin and can also play the wooden guitar. Sunny tries to fix his friendship with Kel but it doesn't ever work. Sunny keeps Basil's photo album and actually started doing photography

Mari is very kind but also a faker, she always wants attention on her and will sometimes even fake problems so people can focus on her, she's kind don't get me wrong but she also fakes having romantic feelings for Hero just so Hero can do what she wants. Mari takes care of her little brother and tries helping Sunny to make Basil come out of his house. She cares about her looks a lot and always makes sure she looks perfect.

Basil barely talks anymore and he gave the photo album to Sunny, he hasn't come out of his house for 5 years. He usually hangs out around Sunny but never talks to him, he takes care of his flowers but he broke his camera so he doesn't take pictures anymore. No one knows why Basil acts this way either. Basil can get angry easily and sometimes attacks the person who made him angry.

Aubrey was a kind person who would always take care of her friends, she would mostly hang out with Basil and they would talk about all sorts of things, Aubrey is the one who got Basil into gardening and photography, she was also very close to Kel.

Headspace gang:

Kurai is Headspace Basil. Kurai is exactly like Omori but uses large gardening shears instead of a knife. Kurai is manipulative towards Sunny and treats Sunny like crap but acts nice when the others are around. He acts nice towards people he doesn't know just so he can get what he wants. He's really great at lying too and also manipulates Basil by acting nice while slowly breaking Basil.

Kel is very energetic and social. He carries a basketball with him everywhere he goes and gets excited easily, Kel looks up to Kurai and depends on Kurai. Kel argues with Mari a lot but mostly as a playful argue. Kel is also very competitive and brags whenever he wins at something sulks when he loses something. He likes Aubrey and flirts with her but doesn't really know how to flirt so he just says random things.

Hero is confident and believes he can do anything, he constantly flirts with Mari and tries to impress her. He's great at cooking but he only cooks when Mari asks him too. Hero is also competitive like Kel but accepts defeat unlike Kel. Hero is mostly seen hanging around Mari and doesn't really pay attention to Kel.

Sunny is very helpful and hangs out around his friends all the time, he gets scared easily and hates being alone, has some serious attachment issues. He looks up to Kurai and thinks they are best friends, he doesn't realize Kurai's manipulation. Sunny can act really oblivious to things.

Mari is very sweet towards others and helps whenever she can, she doesn't like Hero because of his flirting but tolerates him. She takes care of Sunny and is overprotective. Mari is also protective of Kurai, she doesn't realize his manipulation. Mari can act possessive without realizing it, she likes attention and gets jealous when the attention isn't on her but on someone else.

Aubrey is extremely caring and helpful, she looks after everyone in the group. She acts mother-like towards everyone, she sometimes hints at the fact that she's dead when Kurai talks to her. Aubrey likes Kel and thinks his attempts at flirting is funny.

[yousta]

Hi, you can call me Yume Yousta, or Jacob.

A little about me

I'm a 23-year-old warehouse worker residing in Indianapolis. I have aspirations in school, music, body improvement, and love.

Themes and things you'll see on this blog may include :

Obsessive/overprotective soft yandere/lovesick one-shots, and monologues. Poems and lyrics. Song recommendations. Personal vents, and rants, and ironic self-deprecating commentary.

Disclaimer: these scenes in no way depict real-life scenarios. Nor is it an endorsement of any extreme or violent behavior. All content here is made for people struggling to find love in this sick twisted world.

You've been through enough. Come in, I promise you're safe here.

Intro

Most of these expressions are just me speaking my love into the world. They aren't necessarily made for any one person in particular, (Mumbles) Well, maybe they are, just for you.

Yume as in if you put you and me together ❤️ (it's not supposed to be Japanese (even though I am a weeb)) Yousta is slang for Youster. A word passed down from my lineage of divine beings. It roughly translates to a very empathic and caring person.

So a little more about me..

I'm kind of all over the place, bouncing off the walls all disorganized. I apologize if it's hard to follow but I'll try my best.

Love

Taken to @your-thorn ❤️

School

I'm going to school for IT to hopefully get into some form of cybersecurity. Once I've made some money for myself, I'd like to go back and become a physical therapist or chiropractor. Mainly due to my interest in biomechanics and anatomy.

Hobbies

Music

I love love love music. I'd probably also consider being an audio engineer or some sort of performing musician as a career. It's my favorite pastime. I like to study and compose, as well as listen. I've been pretty into making digital music as of late, but I still play my keyboard and guitar.

Body improvement

I grew up with a wannabe bodybuilder brother. Lol which when I was younger, inspired me to get into the boxing gym. I'm not going to make it seem like I am or want to become something physically extraordinary like my brother, but I'm pretty fit as a result of growing up with him. I used to box but I got worried about my hands and brain. Now I just hit the gym.

Poetry and writing

I was never formally taught to write anything. If you have any tips, please

The dream

I just want a better life. For me, and my family. What's all this planning for? No short of world domination. Call me greedy because I do want it all. A mansion with my future darling, and our Yandere friends/family. It'd be so uptight. Everyone with laser focus and mutual respect. I've found so much light in being here, I really couldn't imagine living without you guys in my feed every day. So many of you I genuinely love from the bottom of my heart. It's what makes me happy, just seeing true love in the world.

Outro

Please be aware, that I've struggled with loneliness and even isolation throughout my life. This will affect how I interact so please verbalize any discomfort.

My mbti is ENFP-T

DNI list: anyone racist, transphobic, pedophiles, xenophobic, or anything mean cause it's only wholesome, soft, gentle, and nice vibes here 🥺🤚 oh and please don't DM unless 18+

Enjoy your stay, love you so much

[mystka]

Hi. Sorry for the delayed feedback. First off, thank you for this moodboard of my FS' view of me.

Upon seeing the photos, I can say I both expected and did not expect it. Does it make sense? Here's my explanation: the whole vibe of the photos give me a vibe of someone who's triumphant in isolation but not lonely, I am my best company. Of course, I love interacting with people but I do give higher importance to my own solitude. The photos also show someone who's a creative, and I do consider myself as one. I also feel this calm and serene vibe from the photos which, to an extent, I believe describes my personality. I am loud and jovial with people I'm close to, but I also think my usual disposition is one of calmness and reflecting. Now, the thing that surprised me was I didn't actually realize my love for being on my own would be that apparent to my future spouse. In one of the photos, too, there was a photo of a girl playing the piano. To be honest, I don't know how to play the piano and am more interested with learning to play the guitar but that photo showed me the possibility that what if I end up learning one in the future? Also, I was surprised to see that he thinks of me as a romantic with a stargazing date as one of the photos. Truthfully speaking, before that photo, I never imagined myself to be someone who'd be down to have stargazing dates. However, that does seem nice.

Overall, I loved the moodboard. Thank you for this <33

hello sorry if there were too many lonely photos, I had more but for some reason I didn't put them up in the moodboard even though like you say they didn't give me a lonely vibe but rather a calm one and maybe also a bit of melancholy. the happy and jovial vibe was there the whole time especially with your fs I feel like he sees both sides of you and he likes it. you make him feel calm and happy at the same time like a glow (? sorry if it doesn't make sense. the piano photo. okay I'll just say that its was a "I felt happy to learn something new" kind of vibe, I'm glad you say that you are a creative person because that's how I felt. thanks for the feedback anyways i appreciate it <3

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary226

4/28-29/2024

sunday - monday

still have to work tomorrow.

and then...the next day too. but then i'll have 2 days off, and i'll be okay i guess.

i just finished discipline and punish, kept forgetting to get thru the last 4 pages. a nice summation and pointing of the book, in this last bit, towards the present, the immediate facts of society/socialization and the fact that the penal is not simply a negating / negative force of repression but productive in that it produces the disciplined body, that sciences of a particular type fed into and were spat back out of the penal (an early feedback-loop of knowledge, where data collection, reading, and charting is imagined, perhaps), and there are tiny allowances, rewards, given to those caught inside (all of us). very interesting to ponder the ways in which it is not a negating force but instead the ways in which is makes itself so necessary, how at the root of many things, very importantly, the prison is an outcome, part of that cybernetic structure/set of cybernetic assumptions. foucault also points at the ways sex is reformatted in recent times, away from prostitution's fuzzy illegalities and towards pornography and so on, and what may guide those pulses. this plays into the idea that the carceral is not repressive necessarily, but instead that it locks one into a particular range, of normalization, of how to move one's body and what to do with the various pieces.

i did not read agua viva today really, i got to work a little, not late but way too close to the time of starting to read, and i could not get to my break cuzzz, lol,,, bad scheduling and too many freaks on the floor.

i did listen to some of the album a bit ago, shocked by how much i like it, some songs i am thinking, guitars need to be higher, some lower, it's a thing i could probably fool with forever but it really is getting better, little by little. i think here, about 'the little things' that would not escape napoleon's vision in discipline and punish, and the horror of that, to map it all out. terrible. i wonder if i am complicity in my desire to make things better bit by bit, if i am reproducing the normalizing functions and processes, the methods which suggest a 'normal' or listenable sound. but i want it to be good. to whom am i seeking to make myself good to? i don't know. anyone. i think, ultimately though, these little things i am wrapped up in, i think i am lost, this is not a little thing of the vision of someone going astray, these are pulses in my nerves, micro-fireworks, compulsions and aches, little crises in mud, reprehensible currents of an oozing and terrible wound, its little birth and guiding that tiny shimmer out, into wherever, where i may see/not see it. i cannot tell. i do not think, at the end of this, this will please anyone but myself. that is at least the other half of my attenuation and frustration. how do i make it what it is, what is it, what are its details, and are its details there, the arabesques of this horrible thing, are they sculpted in the vision of the good or are they its awkward, stuttering, hideous, shadow.

i should hope they are though i do not know.

through attention to the little things, all i know better, as i do not come to know my sins and how i may make myself better to god, is that i am limping and odd. there are things my hands will get wrong for anyone else and my ears tell me, that sound does not speak wrong with grace.

this is the hope. maybe i should do away with hope in the first place, do away with expecting too, what in its place, perhaps in lispector's words, the terrible howl of joy and isolation, the cavern, an image comes to mind, the trilobite, all early examples of what would come to be insects. they all come off as accidents. but that only happens if you think of god, and i do not believe, but there's the error of him still in life.

anyway, clearly, i am just crazyyy or something.

now my gf is asking me to look into old digital video cams for something she wants to do, i'll get more into that over my time off i think, looking at listings, things that came out at certain times.

i'm thinking i may also get one, looking at all this. i'm maybe going to end up with a dumb collection of old photography things. it would be nice though. i don't want a dv tape thing but these dvd-r ones are kind of interesting,,, hummm. i'm telling her she should get a canon fs-100 but i am not totally sure yet really. there's lots of things out there the different kinds of toshiba gigashot are kind of interesting, gsc-r60 + r30 (cheaper, probably older, looking crazier maybee), and the sanyo xacti vpc-hd1a looks cool too. they look like they may be weird to shoot with though.

panasonic vdr-100 + the hitachi cdr hybrid hdd camcorder is also interesting but i hear the hitachi might be a little weird.

i think it's funny that my olympus point and shoot can take video, though it's super rough.

i'm also interested in making sure i get ccd sensors but it's probably not a huge deal, but i figure it's part of why i like the photos taken by the olympus i have so much.

anyway, i really do have to sleep now.

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[arkhameirs]

THE COLLEGE YEARS - i'm just an insect trying to get out of the night.

bruce thomas wayne joined the class of princeton university in the year of 2009 - initially choosing law before switching to medicine and choosing biomedical engineering as his area of study ...

since he was away from gotham's grip he had the chance to branch out. slipping away from the usual scope he was under. still , his roommate ( brandon thorpe) who later become his bandmate knew who he was. bruce joined a band called 'carbon copy' his sophomore year. their band was highly influenced by the beatles, nirvana, foo fighters, radiohead, and their band sound is incubus.

concentrating on both studies and the newly formed band it opened up bruce's eyes for the first time - the friendship with brandon thrope was one that allowed him to be who he was and experience a world that he had never known. at this time drops were finding their way from gotham into princeton , a constant reminder that gotham was never far from reach. drops were seen as uppers at first that enabled the students to dive into their studies and helped them during exams. it was this that led to the slow wave of addiction that swept through princeton.

this kept hidden as admissions did in fact see improvement with the student body. bruce was aware that if these drops did indeed come from gotham that there had to be something more behind it - warning his best friend and band members that they needed to stop. at this point the band's popularity had reached new york , and they started doing shows up there where bruce was relatively unknown. it was his songs that were getting notoriety , bruce never wanting to be lead singer but instead perfecting a lead guitarist sound that was unique to 'carbon copy'.

as the school year went on , and by january 2011 the drops that were being delivered into princeton were now more intense as the side effects now included paranoia , hallucinations , and an almost zombie-like affect. brandon thorpe got deeper and deeper into drops hell bent on believing it lead to creativity and opened his mind up to a world of possibilities. for the first time bruce could see that he was loosing someone and tried his best to pull his best friend away from something so dangerous.

it was at a show at brooklyn steel that brandon thrope first od'd on drops and bruce stopped the show midway to rush him to the emergency room. brandon recovered yet was obsessed with the idea of death that it started to scare bruce , (gotham at least had come to princeton). the seeds planted by drops that had been tampered with. the lead singer truly believing that if he ended his life he'd be immortal.

for months bruce was hesitant to play another show stating that they needed to focus on studies , and as brandon continued to push the envelop that meant withdrawing and isolating from bruce - the band then started to slowly dissolve , bruce finding solace in his studies , the drummer (taylor hope) and bassist (chris stine) also agreeing to give the band a break - they had all seen what drops were capable of.

no one had heard from brandon in months , exams coming and going while bruce tried desperately to find his friend - it was then when he went to brandon's childhood home (brandon's parents traveling abroad) and found him dead , hung himself before penning a letter to the band which detailed his spiral. truly thinking that his death would immortalize the band.

finding brandon, caused bruce to relapse with his ptsd , and eventually led to him dropping out. truly fearing that those he loved would be ripped away. junior year would be the last year - returning to gotham as he learning instead from those at wayne enterprises and retreated into himself.

* HE NEVER PLAYED IN ANOTHER BAND NOR TOUCHED HIS GUITAR - this is also canon in the film seeing as there’s a shot of a very nice jaguar fender that’s bruce’s at wayne towers

[tchaikovskym]

I cannot stop thinking about howls moving castle book. It's the book I keep coming back to. Because.

It's Sophie you know? An eldest of three daughters, stuck in a boring workplace, while her sisters went on with their lives and are both studying something. And she's just... still working for family business. And she had isolated herself and was overthinking her role in the society, proper manners and what she ought to and what she shouldn't do. A grey mouse really.

And then suddenly there comes this lady and curses her to be old. And she immediately goes like fuck this. I'm out. And she just leaves. To nowhere.

Until a scarecrow scares her wits out and she looks for shelter in what happens to be a moving castle of an evil wizard who takes hearts of young girls. But it's fine, she's old, she'll be safe and that scarecrow is scarier.

And she just goes in and starts cleaning the house and goes like yeah BTW I'm living here.

And of course she at first snoops around like. Where the fuck are all the hearts from girls. But of course eventually she founds out the rumors are fake.

Only to realize that Howls is an absolute idiot garbage of a man. That guy spends hours in bathroom to do his stupid hair and he dresses like a fuckboy and carries around guitar he can't even play because he wants to get girls. Moreover, Howl absolutely cannot take responsibility for anything and runs away from all his problems. Like "Sophie pretend you're my mother and tell the king I can't go," like how pathetic you have to be.

To make it even worse, she later realizes Howl isn't actually a worthless garbage, but actually a good person. He always takes care of her and the teenager he pseudoadopted, he has moral sense of justice and he's just generally actually a really nice guy who does nice things and deserves good things to happen to him.

And finally, the worst, is when she realizes she likes him. She gets so mad about falling for that pathetic drama queen with a gold heart she almost kills him with poison.

You see. You don't get this storyline in any other book. No story is told through the lense of "it gets worse" but actually means it gets better.