#ok enough music rambling thanks for the ask

[perpetuallyuneloquent]

Ask game go!! :D

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

🎵 Last song you listened to?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

hiii i have the worst headache rn so i'm doing this to not study

three words?? damn that's hard ok: tired, confused, indigo

the rationale: i'm tired, confused, and i like purple. all the homies hate econ

last song listened to:

i love her so much and while i'm not french (trying to learn) i love french and belgian music so if you want recs for this oddly specific music genre i gotchu

best compliment: recently SOMEONE called me their favorite gojo h/c writer and that made me grin stupidly so there ya go

[united-under-skyfall]

btw if someone is listening to music it’s kind of shitty if you just go “this is a terrible song”. if you don’t like it, ask them to turn it off, or skip it, or leave the room. tell them you strongly dislike it. don’t just tell them it’s awful and expect them to fix your problem.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Heyy! I’m new here and I absolutely love your writings wksiwksjwjshe is your 300 event still open?

if yes I would love to req a cinnamon + poplar ! hehe thank you! (If it’s already closed then don’t mind me)

*HI sorry this took forever! But I hope you love it ;) Ace is such a filthy boy in this one, EYE certainly enjoyed it*

Pairing: Ace x Fem Reader

WC: 2200

Prompt: “Shh I know baby, I know it’s good. You’re doing so good for me…” 

TW: SEX, shameless flirting in public, Ace being kind of a pervert, reader is a bit older than young buck Ace, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't) creampie (also don't) fingering, teasing, pet names, filthy language. the usual?

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You sat at your desk in the medical ward of the ship, up to your ears in paperwork. Blood test results to log, supply order forms to go over, you had so much on your plate and it was eating away at you. The rest of the crew was in the galley drinking but you were stuck working. 

Suddenly the door to the med bay swings open and in waltzes the crew’s head doctor. 

“Ok little chicken, that’s enough work for tonight.” Marco smiles warmly at you as he approaches your desk. 

“Please stop calling me that." You sigh and rub your eyes. "And I still have more releases to sign off on, and the IV tubing we use for Dad is on backorder, so I have to decide if we go up a size or down a size and did you know-“ You ramble on and on while Marco rolls his eyes. 

“I’ll handle it. Go out and have a drink.” Marco eyes your tired face. “Gods know you need it, kiddo.” 

You sigh. You feign a smile as you rise from your desk chair, the joints in your back and knees popping from how long you had been sitting. 

“Was… was that your back?” Marco asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes. Shut up.” You say as you push your way out of the med bay. You follow the sounds of music and riotous laughter towards the galley and enter quietly. You slunk between the groups of pirates towards the center of the room and grab a beer from the barrel full of ice. You pull your cigarette lighter out of your pocket and use it to pop the cap off your beer. You stow the lighter back into your pocket. 

“Hey, y/n! Over here!” 

You turn around and see a somewhat intoxicated Ace waving you over to his table. He had that stupid, goofy grin on his face. You smiled back and headed in his direction. He was standing around a wooden table with Thatch, Izou and a few other Whitebeard pirates and nurses. 

“Jeez y/n you look like you’ve been up for a week.” Ace teases you. 

“I think I have, now that you mention it…” You say and take a sip of your beer. 

“Man I haven’t seen you this down before, y/n. What the hell is going on with you?” Izou asks. 

“Well, since you’ve asked! I’m exhausted. I’m bored. I’m stressed. I can’t tell if I want 5 more beers or to fall asleep on the floor! I am wildly overworked and under-fucked.” You finish your rant and slam your beer. 

“Anyone else need another one?” You ask to the now silent group of people that surrounded you at the table. You were met with mostly blank stares, shocked at your sudden outburst. You turn and head to grab a new beer. 

“I’ll come with you!” Ace is quick to join with a mischievous smirk on his lips. 

He follows you like a puppy as you head towards the beer. 

“You know I can help you with that, right?” Ace grabs your arm and pulls you to face him. 

You laugh. 

“I don’t really think Marco would trust you enough to run my blood tests for me, but thanks.” 

“No no, the other part. The being under-fucked part.” Ace smirks down at you. Again, you laugh. 

“Haha, oh yeah? What are you, like 23? Like you’d know what to do with it if you had a chance.” You smile playfully and wiggle out of his grip, finally retrieving another beer. Ace does the same and sidles close behind you on your way back to the table. Suddenly Ace’s breath is hot in your ear as he leans in to whisper something to you. 

“Well I’ve got an 8 inch cock that might change your mind on that…” You stop dead in your tracks and your eyes widen. 

“Wha-?”

Ace passes by you and goes to join the table again. “Only if you want, though! Come on, let’s have another drink!” Ace beckons you over like he hadn’t just whispered the most crude, filthy thing in your ear 30 seconds ago. 

Convincing yourself you had imagined it, you snap out of your trance and return to the table to drink. 

You enjoy a few more rounds of drinks and you notice with each beer, Ace slides his body closer and closer to yours. You could attribute this to the size of your party shrinking as people headed off to bed, but at this point he was basically pressing his side into yours, occasionally grazing his warm hand over your hip. 

His touch was fleeting, but hot… it made you crave more. You found yourself leaning into him and he pulled you closer in return. He felt you shudder. 

“Oh man, y/n, you must really be tired. Do you need help getting back to your room okay?” Ace looks down at you with a devious smirk.  You knew what he was really asking.. and you were far too quick to respond. 

“Yes, I think I’d like that, Ace.” You smile and he wraps his arm around your hip and pulls you away from the table. 

Ace is all but giggling as he brings you back to your room, pinching and squeezing your skin anywhere he could tease it. He stops at your door and looks at you expectantly. 

You laugh. 

“Would you like to come inside, Ace?” 

“Hell yeah!” Ace practically jumps into your room behind you and slams the door shut. 

From the instant the door is closed, Ace’s lips are on yours. You barely had time to react to the kiss before he started tugging at your clothes. You laugh and pull back from the kiss. 

“Haha slow down!  We have all night Ace… I’m not going anywhere.” You purr at him and stroke his cheek. What a sweet, eager little thing he was. 

Ace nuzzles himself into your neck and plants a wet kiss. 

“‘M’sorry, just hate seeing you like this…” Ace continued licking and biting at your neck. You whimper. “Gonna fix it… gonna make you feel so good, baby.” 

Your cunt clenched in anticipated of what he was about to do to your body. Ace pulls your dress over your head and tosses it to the floor. He distracts you with more kisses as he unclasps your bra and pulls it off of you. Ace kisses down to your stomach and gently pulls your panties down. You step out of them and realize you’re completely bare in front of your friend. 

You covered your breasts instinctively. Those doesn’t go unnoticed by Ace, who was coming up to meet your eye again. He pulls your arm gently away from your chest and smiles. 

“Aww are you shy, baby?” Ace coos at you. You blush so hard you think your face might be on fire. Why was he having this affect on you? He was a young blowhard at least 5 years your junior, and yet he ended up with all of the control in this situation…

“That’s ok, come here…” Ace gets on your bed and sits up with his back against the pillows and headboard. “Let me show you why you don’t need to be shy.” He smirks and holds out his arms to you. 

You lick your lips and climb into Ace’s waiting lap. He positions you with your back again his chest, sitting between his legs. This position reminded you how Ace was still fully clothed and you were completely naked. Something about being so vulnerable in front of him was intoxicating… 

“Spread your legs, sugar. Show me that cute pussy.” Ace whispers in your ear as he pulls your legs over his own, spreading them as far as they could go comfortably. 

“Ace…” You whimper quietly, trying to turn your head away. You were embarrassed at how aroused he had made you, all while barely touching you… but not nearly embarrassed enough to ask him to stop. 

Ace wastes no time before his hands are on your dripping sex. 

“Holy shit…” Ace glides a finger up and down your slit. “Look at how wet you are, pretty.” His one finger turns to two fingers as he collects more of your slick from your hole and brings it up to rub firm circles onto your clit. 

“Ace! Fuck!” You throw your head back, body feeling like it was filled with static electricity. He had you so worked up that every little touch felt like it was amplified by 100. 

“You’re so wet that I bet I could just slip my fingers in..” Ace smirks and swiftly plunges the two digits into your hole. You moan. “And I bet that if I do this…” Ace begins to firmly pull and tap his fingers into that delicious spot inside of your cunt. “… you’ll cum.” 

“Shit, fuck, Ace! O-oh my- Ah! ACE!” You cry out and explode all over Ace’s arm and the bed in front of you. 

“Looks like I was right, huh baby? That’s a good girl, give it all to me.” Ace playfully reacts as he rubs at your clit to prolong your orgasm. 

“Fuck… Ace…” You lay heaving on your bed in Ace’s arms, the spasms from your climax finally ceasing. 

You feel Ace smiling into your neck as he peppers it with sweet kisses. 

“I wouldn’t know what to do with it, huh???” He chuckles into your damp skin. 

“Shut up and fuck me already.” You roll your eyes. 

Ace gently moves you out from between his legs and he rises from the bed to remove his vest and shorts. You audibly gasp at the sight of his huge member springing free from its confines. 

“Jeez you weren’t kidding…” You say softly, eyes not leaving Ace’s cock in front of you. 

“I’m a pirate, baby, not a liar.” He flashes you that stupid grin again. “Now face down, ass up, sugar.” 

You quickly oblige, grabbing a pillow to cushion your face that was now stained with mascara. The first thing you feel is a warm hand sliding up your spine and massaging your skin, then you feel the prodding of Ace’s thick cock at your sopping wet entrance, the heavy mushroom tip barely breaching your hole. Ace dipped his tip teasingly in and out… 

“Ace…. please…” You whine as you push your hips back to entice him to fully enter you. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you, you don’t ever need to beg for me, pretty.” Ace plants both hands on your hips and pulls your ass flush against his pelvis, sinking his cock as deep as it will go into you. 

Strangled moans leave the both of you as he bottoms out. Ace pulls out slowly, looking down to admire the wet mess you’ve already left on his cock. He pushes back in and you moan again, squeezing him involuntarily. 

“Gods you were right… this tight little pussy is under-fucked.” Ace speeds up his thrusts and you gasp, the wind nearly knocked out of you. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna make sure that never happens to you again… gonna fuck you every day… make you feel so fucking good…” 

Ace was slamming into you at an animalistic pace and you felt a second orgasm creeping up on you. You could feel the droplets of sweat from Ace’s face splatter on your back, as well as the crazed, possessive grip on your hips almost certainly leaving bruises. You couldn’t form words, only broken sobs and shrieks as your lover drilled into you, dead set on making you cum again. 

Tears fell from your eyes against the pillow and you whined, so close to reaching your peak again. 

“Shh I know baby, I know it’s good. You’re doing so good for me…” Ace coos at you. “Cum on my cock and I’ll fill you up, ‘kay sugar?” Ace leans forward and presses his chest to you as he continues his brutal assault on your pussy. He reaches one hand from your hip down and around to rub at your clit. The stimulation sends you over the edge and your orgasm rips through your whole body. “Ace!” You scream out and lurch forward, no longer able to hold your torso up with your arms anymore. 

“Good fucking girl! Now I’m gonna make you mine…” Ace praises you. 

You try to mumble out “please” but you truly have no idea if you were saying anything coherent.

“Haaa, fuck!” Ace cries out and spills his load impossibly deep into your warm hole. You whimper as you feel rope after rope of Ace’s hot seed filling you. Ace rubs firm circles into your hips as he calms down from his release. 

Suddenly, Ace pulls out of you and flops back into your bed and pulls you to his chest. You nuzzle into his sweaty pecs as you throw a leg over his hips. Ace pulls the blanket over the two of you, briefly leaning upwards to make sure your whole body was covered and comfortable before settling back on the pillows. 

“So you were serious?” You ask quietly. 

“About what, baby?” Ace answers as he strokes your hair. 

“About fucking me every day?” You chuckle. 

“Mmhmm…” Ace kisses the top of your head. “Tomorrow. And the next day.. and the next day… and the next day… and the next… and…” 

You hear Ace start snoring and smile. 

xx 

[musings-of-a-college-dork]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRwEC2cV/

You should do a fic based off this with Eddie Munson

OMG YES YES YES YES YES!

Me or D&D?

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Word count: roughly 1.2K

Eddie wants to work on his Hellfire Campaign…but his girlfriend has other plans…

Warnings: Slight NSFW (reader flashes Eddie), terms of endearment (sweetheart, baby), reader has boobs, use of Y/N, silly slight NSFW fluff!  

Author’s note: Ok so I received an ask based on this tik tok for Eddie and it literally haunted my thoughts all day today so I knew I had to write it asap! It’s so very on-brand for him and anyway to the anonymous user who requested it THANK YOU SO MUCH and I hope this fits the vibe you were going for! 

Y/N let out a sigh as she finally flipped off the shower. It had been a long day so the very first thing she wanted to do upon reaching Eddie’s was to take a shower, something he happily granted her. He had a new plot to work on for D&D something about the cultists.

“You see they need a motive,” he had been explaining on the car ride over, so animatedly she wondered if he was even looking at the road. “That’s been the issue! There hasn’t been a motive-”

“Eddie! Eyes on the road!” Y/N scolded as she clutched onto her seat.

“And before that was fine,” he rambled on, no change to his driving whatsoever, “But now we’re far enough down the line that they’re starting to question me and the one thing I won’t tolerate is being questioned!”

“The one thing?” she had teased with an eye roll. "The list I could come up with of things you don't tolerate. Basketball players, school in general, any music that you deem 'fake music'-"

“Oh come on!" Eddie exclaimed, driving a bit too close to the edge of the curb for Y/N's comfort before swerving back over, "Some music is just bad and you know it!” He shot her a little glance and a smile, “And I always let you question me! It’s just those idiots I don’t take it from!”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded with a little laugh.

And so needless to say as soon as the pair had entered the house Y/N had set down her things, heading for the shower and Eddie had thrown himself right back into his campaign. Hence that was exactly where she found him as she stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and feeling remarkably refreshed. 

Eddie, much to Y/N's amusement, was laying stomach down on the trailer floor surrounded by guidebooks, maps he had painstakingly sketched himself with intricate levels of detail, and pages upon pages of notes. 

“Eddie, I’m gonna get dressed so we can watch a movie, ‘kay?” Y/N called as she watched him work, not even looking up from the page he was holding as he chewed his pencil in his mouth.

“Mhm,” he replied absence-mindly, obviously not hearing a word she said. 

“I’m going to order from Enzo’s, do you want anything?” She said as she walked into his bedroom, searching for one of his shirts and her pants from earlier. 

“Oh wow,” he replied from the other room causing her to let out a soft chuckle. I could say literally anything right now and he wouldn’t clock it. 

“I’ve decided I’m going to go to school naked tomorrow,” she called, glad Wayne wasn’t home to hear her jests since he’d definitely have some questions. 

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” That got a genuine laugh out of her as she pulled on his shirt and her pants, using a mirror to make sure her hair wasn’t going to dry funny…but looking at herself in the mirror gave her an idea. A small smirk came to her face at the thought as her hand trailed down to mess with the hem of her shirt.

I wonder what will get his attention…?

With that, Y/N turned and headed toward the room. When she arrived, Eddie hadn’t moved an inch but his position had changed. Pencil still tapping against his lips, he was holding one of the maps now, seemingly muttering something to himself that was too low for her to hear. 

“Eddie?” She asked as she slowly made her way over to him, double-checking all the blinds were closed. 

“Mmm?” He hummed, still not looking at her as he scanned the man for some invisible linking detail to fully tie together his campaign. She shook her head with a smile as she came to kneel close enough to him that she knew she was in his visible but far enough away to not disrupt his current chaos. After having seen him fuss at the Hellfire members one too many times for exactly that, she knew it would only deter her plan and she didn't have time for that. 

“Eddie, baby,” she cooed, “Before you get too deep into…all of this, would you just take one second to look at me?” She watched as her words this time did seem to register just a bit since she was now closer in proximity and she received her reward.

“Yea-” Eddie’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped ever so slightly as he turned to see his girlfriend on her knees, in her jeans and one of his shirts…well sort of in one of his shirts. Because the second he turned to face her, Y/N lifted the hem to reveal her boobs, her boobs without a bra. His face instantly lit up into a large smile as he processed exactly what he was seeing, the pencil still in his grip as he grinned like an idiot. 

He took a moment to look back at the map he had been examining but couldn’t help to look back at her as well, causing Y/N to beam as she continued to hold up the shirt.

“So…” she prompted in a sing-songy tone, “Would you rather do that right now,” she gestured with her free hand to the map, “Or, would you rather do this?” Eddie gasped at her question and fully turned to look at her with a look of mock hurt and disbelief written across his face. 

“What kind of a choice is that?” He scoffed, making her giggle. “What kind of question is that?” He scrunched his nose making her laugh harder, drawing his eyes to the way her chest moved as she did. A smirk came to his face as he looked back into her eyes, holding onto the map as he had before she had effectively flashed him. “I’ve been waiting to work on this,” He held up the map to her but kept his gaze locked with hers, still smiling, “alllllll day,” his dramatics had her giggling again as he shook his head, eyes flickering between her and her boobs still on full display, “Damn Y/N, what kind of a question is that?” The girl had a little huff of her own and faked a pout as she looked at him, making her eyes especially wide and pitiful.

“So…” She began to lower her shirt down, keeping that same pouty look, “You picked-”

“No, no, no!” He said quickly as he threw down the map and pencil, effectively leaping to tackle his girlfriend into the carpet, sending them both sprawling to the ground. Y/N let out a little squeal which dissolved into giggles as he laid his head right on top of her chest. Eddie’s hands trailed up her sides as he pulled her close to him.

“You better be damn proud of yourself L/N,” he said with a teasing scold as he nestled right up into her as her body shook with laughter, “You’re the only person on the face of the entire Earth, in the whole frickin’ universe, that I’d set aside D&D for!” 

“For me?” Y/N asked as she tapped her finger to her lips, pretending to think before looking down at him with a smirk, “Or for my boobs?” 

“Hmmm…” He returned her smirk as he moved his hand and began to push up the shirt she was wearing once again, “Well L/N…you’ve got me there.”

“Eddie!!”

“You! Obviously you!” 

Yay!!! Omg, my first request! Y’all, I can’t even tell you how excited I was when I got this! First off, the tik tok is absolutely adorable, and second off, I was so excited to write it because I could see exactly how it would play out with the two of them in my brain! Eek anyway, to whoever requested it, THANK YOU SO MUCH! It was so fun to write and I hope it’s what you hoped it would be! Anyway, requests are open anytime y’all!

[jesterjaxx]

Halloween AU lore dump!!!

❗️WARNING❗️

so much infodumping world buidling and headcannons

DJ- Robot

Originally built to be a robo cop type deal. But when given free will refused to hurt anyone and got scrapped

Was found and repurposed by "Momma" to be a son

Really fuckin loves animals. Nature in general but mostly animals.

They get spooked by him a lot though

Hes kinda sad about this but gets it.

Momma is a scraper/engineer and outfitted him with everything a "good human boy" would need, like touch receptors and an ability to taste

Nothing to be done about majorly changing how he looks tho

The ability to feel is a bit too much sometimes

Sometimes all he can feel is cold

Goes to Duncan to see if he can do something about helping communicate to animals that he is a friend. Ala magic.

Machinery and Magic don't mix well typically, you gotta be crazy specific, which isn't really Duncan's styel

Duncan likes DJ tho, and proceeds to steal some of Harolds spellbooks

Side plot of them being wayyyy to hard for him to read, in both way too high level and shitty handwritten chickenscratch that fucks with his dyslexia, so he has to ask Harold for help

Maybe they learn to better understand eachother idk

Maybe they kill eachother

Harold and Duncan team up 6 dead 9 injured every single person is fucking baffled

Anyways DJ is like iron giant up in this bitch

His Momma is kinda worried that one day he'll learn enough mechanics to fix himself up and wont need her anymore

Tyler - Harpy

Ok the chicken fear makes sense now

He gets the uncanny valley feeling looking at chickens

I would too

He would fly into a window

Can he fly?

Hes like a turkey

Or a seagull

Wait im an idiot hes a chicken

Duh

Eva - Gargoyle

Her carver loved buff women thank god almighty for that

Punches like a brick wall

Living Stone

lion paws for feet

Did you guys know sound resonates the best through solids??

Her music listening experience is legit i just know it

Noah - The Blob/ slime monster

Oh god that poor guy

Hes gonna get slime all over his books

Harold - Witch

He's the type of witch to have seperate waters for different kinds of spells

A pretty dorky Witch, even by witch standards

Wears proper witch PPE (robes and hat)

Has his sheldon Big Bang Theory style shirts on underneath tho

Uses incantations and written spells in magical languages mainly

Uses the starlight, paper, ink, historical artifacts and an assortment of magical ingredients as fuels

Has a large collection of quality spellbooks for references

Not those shitty amazon spellbooks that are just a list of pre written spells, these ones were written by some old hag 80 years ago and through flowery rambleing language tell you how write spells yourself. They go into spell syntax.

Harolds books for writing incantations and spells are spiral notebooks

If he uses smbols will typically craft a custom sygil for it

Uses alot of number magic and latin

Uses his confidence in his skills with writing spells to harness magic

Is better at doing spells for other people, when doing spells for himself he tends to overcomplicate things

Actually went to magic camps and magic summer schools

"I was trained for this!" and it's Mostly true

Can make the most specific fucking spell work for him

I cannot stress he is good at this type of casting.

Duncan's way of doing magic pisses him off. Both are convinced their way is better

Harold to Duncan ->"What the fuck do you mean you increased your strength with a posca marker, bare knuckles and a dream. How are you not dead yet >:[ "

He has a lot of respect for magic itself, Duncan's almost disrespectful way of using magic makes him mad.

Whats worse is that it works.

How Harold casts a spell

Writes down a goal -> outlines different methods to achieve it (incantations, scrolls, potions) -> writes out the spelleork with alot of detail accounting for almost every outcome -> it takes very long -> outwardly or inwardly recites writes spell to activate it -> profit

Alejandro - Siren

(I give up with organization here no more bullet points)

Mermaids and Sirens are almost identical, with few overt physical differences

Sirens will typically have colored iris', 2 finned gills, longer tounges, boned ears and uniformly sharp teeth

Mermaids have colored scalera, 3 smooth gills, finned ears and sharp canines

This isn't a rule, and in modern times there are few families of sirens or mermaids that havent mixed with other monsters at some point

Both species have shape-shifting abilities.

Mermaids have two forms, and can switch between them at will, though the process takes hours and the mermaid will have to stay in either aquatic or land form for a couple weeks before changing again. though this wait time can be speed up with tailsmen, it's can cause health problems.

Siren can shift their features at will, including shifting from aquatic to non aquatic with no wait time, some families of Siren encourage "good breeding" and fostering shifting abilities to the point of shifting bone structure, hair, colors and gender at will. This level of shifting controll is a very desirable trait, and cannot be learned.

Alejandro is one of these few families who try to stay purely Siren

Hes a 100% Siren, but unlike his brothers he lacks any shape-shifting abilities, a flaw that has brought him great shame (this is just a genetic fluke, it's like a birth defect)

but he has both a very powerful ability to enchant his words and natural charisma. Dangerous combo.

Because of the well known knowledge that Sirens can manipulate people with ease, Alejandro semi pretends that he is a Mermaid, using his long hair to obscure his gills

He more just lets people assume hes a Mermaid and does not correct them rather than actually lying

He lies about many things but outright lying about species is a bit much

Siren Speech doesn't work as good if someone's also using magic at the same time or knows what's up about it

It doesn't work that great on Heather, Duncan or Harold point blank, or Lindsay, Beth Trent and Justin if they're shifting or shifted

Good thing hes manipulative on his own!

Beth - Mermaid

Yeah sure why not

I don't know enough about Beth yet i need a moot whose obsessed with her

Ezekiel - Ghost

Lmao hes invisible

Poor dude probably gets looked over all the time

Hes just clothes and a transparent person

Justin - Werewolf

The twilight girls would go crazy over him i know it

Cody - Puppet

Oh poor dude

Itll look cool tho

Hed make knock on wood jokes all the time

Trent - Werecat

The trustin girls would go crazy over this i know it

But real like hes chillin

Would use claws as a pick

Geoff - Frankenstein

A man of the people

Literally

Looses limbs easily

Wakes up after a party like "wheres my leg lmao"

Heather - Zombie

Oh this is good

Shes vegan

Would insult people like "i can tell you have a brain why the hell don't you use it"

Very concerned over phsyical appearance

Uses so so many products

Pretty alive looking for a zombie cuz of it

It's kinda creepy

Her eyes got no eyeshine tho

Like a shark.

Gwen - Skeleton/Ghost

Ok this was an accidental double Gwen got both Skeleton and ghost

Since Ezekiel is already a ghost i'm Gonna lean into the Skeleton bit more but throw a transparent silhouette over all of her for the ghost bit

Ghost vs Zombie rivalry

She'd do all sorts of cool drawings and markings on her bones

Gwen, drawing a bat on her femur with sharpie: tattoo moment

Her eyeliner is also sharpie

Who the fuck cares about skincare when you don't have skin

Lindsay: you shouldn't put permanent marker on your face! It can hurt you 🥺

Gwen, floating bones:

LeShawna - Chimera

YES I LOVE MONSTER COMBOS

LIKE COMBINATIONS OF MULTIPLE ANIMALS

lets do classic chimera but with one head

Lean into the Lioness bit cuz Leshawna is a boss bitch and Lionesses are so fucking cool

I might give her a scorpion tail

Duncan - Witch

Another double whoops lol

He's a "fuck it we ball" typa witch

lmao he and Harold are beefing like crazy i know it Harold has 12 spellbooks hes memorized with their specific ways of casting and Duncan is writing runes on his knuckles with sharpie

Duncan to Harold ->"Why are you using 2 pages of latin for a fire spell??"

"Because i need only this bit of wood to light on fire a little bit and nothing else and if i dont i could loose control of it or blow it up or it might not even start"

*stares in did finger guns at a branch and cremated it for fun*

Harold to Duncan ->"Why are you writing runes on your nailpolish??"

"i'm tired of being the only scary bitch here without claws"

*stares in once accidentally rubbed spell notes off of his spellbook and onto his face while passed out on his desk and gave himself acid burns for 3 weeks"

They go crazy they go stupid

Hes self taught

The Duncan and Harold bullying arc turned Street smart vs actually Smart but make it witches

Mostly just picking shit up as he goes

"Stole" (it was free) a pamphlet on different types of magical symbols and has managed to make the symbols illustrated in it work for almost every spell he wants

Fueled by raw unrelenting audacity

Real lore tho- magic is created with belief and harnessed with confidence, you can either go the intellectual route and control every variable and have trust in your control of those variables to harness the magic like Harold, or like Duncan, have enough semi-unearned confidence in yourself to harness magic with little need for more than a few variables.

Basically as a general rule, it has as much meaning as you truthfully believe it does

Doesn't explain what hes casting or how hes doing it

"Where'd you learn how to do that?"

"what are you a cop?"

(learned from illustrations, word of mouth, and other witches on the street)

Has a couple stick n poke magical symbols, several other scribbled on symbols that are temporary

Biggest one is a glyph for fire on his hand, he doens most of his spells using it

Has burns around his glyph tattoos from spells backfiring cuz he got distracted

Uses sharpies, spraypaint, eyeliner and the insides of firecrackers for drawing symbols

If he needs a magical material he'll typically substitute whatever he has on him, belief goes a long way.

"Pure Holy Silver?... this earring looks silver enough

This doesn't work for potions cuz potions are only a little left to normal chemistry.

Has alot of talisman he wears

Carries extra ingredients on him ala accessories cuz fuck it it looks cool

Mains his spells with symbols, uses potions or material fuels if he cant make a good connection between what he wants and one of 10 symbols he remembers at any given time

Uses moonlight, bones, rocks, and personal artifacts as fuels

How duncan casts a spell

Draws glyph -> creates a mental connection between what the glyph means and what he wants to do (this is mostly subconscious with Duncan he doenst know what hes doing he just knows he does it well)-> activates glyph physically (ie hitting, tapping, lighting, punching, tracing with finger)

Example: draws fire glyph on Chris's camper -> wants to set it on fire but not the surrounding grass and trees -> smacks the side of the camper that has the glyph on it -> profit

Duncan, to Harold: You make magic math, i make magic my bitch

Bridgette - Alien

Aww she could be so cute

Surfer girl from planet nine

Owen - Plant Monster

This could visually look really cool

Big carnivorous plant

Izzy - Angel

kaleidoscope = biblically accurate form, cuz she "Looks like a kaleidoscope! Duh!"

Lindsay - Selkie

If you steal her coat ill fucking kill you

Sadie - Vampire

Ough thats cute

I'm Gonna make her pigtails batwings

Katie - Zombie

undead girlfriends

Sadie thinks Katie is so pretty it doesn't matter her eye just fell out

Courtney - Demon

Oh this bitch looooves contracts

Is also upset about Duncan but she just doesn't like witches in general

Whats the point of making deals with humans for magical powers of some humans give themselves magical powers

Demon of what?? Pride maybe?? Or envy??

Shes a sweetheart tho

[songwings]

Deaf AU, or: Why Miriam Is Deaf and How This Changes Very Little

(Shard) Ok so! We've only posted art of this AU thus far but i feel compelled to ramble about it, so here we go. Also disclaimer that while this could be any sign language, we're more familiar with American Sign Language and the deaf culture in the United States, so that's what I'll say for this post.

The basic premise is that Miriam is deaf (born that way) - and not much else changes, besides a few things:

The mode of communication between her and Kiwi, and later Audrey (sign language.)

Kiwi already knows some ASL, there be deaf and hard of hearing residents in Langtree!

Audrey loses her hearing and becomes deaf over the course of the game's story, thanks to her very loud sword.

This AU manifested as a result of us seeing Miriam's loneliness and the isolation that seems to be inherent to being a Scary Witch - that's the same for deafness! You might not believe it, but many people see deafness as something horrifying and look away and ignore it. Witches seem to have this exclusive, closed-off culture in Chaandesh - particularly Mohabumi, where Miriam barely feels at home despite being around what should be her own people. That's a very familiar feeling to us and we felt like it'd be nice to explore in her character.

Act 1:

The AU centers around Miriam being deaf and Kiwi is annoying by singing to her until she notices them and tells them she's deaf. Funny doodles from Rostrum.

Here's how Rostrum thought it'd go in Acts 2-5.

Act 2:

The introduction goes just the same, with everyone fingerspelling their names first, then Miriam and Saphy giving their sign names. Kiwi doesn't have one yet - they know enough ASL to communicate well with the witches but they weren't given a sign name back in Langtree. Art and sign names by Kyka.

In the caves, Miriam will warn Kiwi about the trolls, but doesn't hear the troll when he jumps up right behind her and roars. Kiwi is bowled over, but I thought it'd be funny if Miriam just stayed right there, completely immune to the troll's auditory screaming.

"i can explode him right here"

"NO MIRIAM!!! let me try singing!"

"i have magical powers and i'm not the one getting bowled over by some screeching kiwi."

She just narrowly misses the troll's attack with a visual warning from Kiwi and lets the bard sing to him.

Later into Act 2, Miriam does everything just the same - yes, even getting a ride with the Coffee Pirates. Just because she's deaf doesn't mean she can't communicate with like, a pen and paper, or basic gestures recognizable to the Delphi locals.

Act 3:

Not much changes, either. (Miriam in regular Wandersong is always annoyed with singing in this act, anyways.) Though for ease's sake, the mermaids would know sign language, so they could teach Miriam the Overseer song in order for her to reach Kiwi in the collapsed Chaoscape. We haven't exactly decided yet what the songs would look like if they aren't exclusively spoken songs, but the mermaids would teach Miriam a different version that doesn't involve singing.

Also she'd shake Kiwi by the shoulders instead of yelling at them to wake up. This is just how deaf people wake up :)

Act 4:

Essentially the same. If we go with characterizing Peter as a nice guy, he'd know some ASL already and would sign to her on that date as opposed to playing music. Ooooor depending on how a balalaika works, he might show her how the instrument feels to play, and that might be Miriam's first introduction (in-game) to instrumental music.

(The deafness doesn't really make her feel any worse than she already does in-game. I imagine Ira, Kiwi's mother, would be very curious about her deafness and ask her to teach the old lady a few signs.)

She would definitely enjoy playing the drums in the factory strike.

Meanwhile, Queen Order's castle. We meet Audrey. She's losing a little of her hearing at this point and is angry at the two for blocking her way. I haven't decided yet if she already has prior knowledge of ASL or not (leaning towards "no" but learns after she sees Miriam). She fights Miriam and actually can't speak to her, if she doesn't know ASL, but at least recognizes that she is deaf. After they finish fighting she yells and storms off - Kiwi would interpret for her after, I think.

Act 5:

Part One - Rulle

Night Sky

(Shard) I realized from this point onwards (after watching a playthrough) there's dialogue on the broom. I'm pretty sure you need at least one hand to steer a broom, but you can also sign with one hand, so let me just draw how I think that conversation would go.

...yeah, this wouldn't work with ASL. For so many reasons. It's akin to being in the driver's seat and turning your head around to see the other person signing in the backseat. While balancing precariously on a broom that you yourself are steering. While the other person has to practically lean sideways so you can see them. While you are less than a foot apart. In the dark moonlit night or while the sun is glaring at you.

Talking on the broom is a no-go.

...but I really don't want these conversations to be missed out on, so I'll say Kiwi convinces Miriam to land a little sooner so they can talk while walking to their destinations. Also, maybe a flame or light spell so they can actually see each other. Though it'd still be hard to talk.

Frontier Inn

(Shard) My wingmate skipped over the border towns part in hir earlier notes! I'll fill in this part.

The deaf witch would gesture for a pen and paper, but the innkeeper would be confused and speak to Kiwi first. They would interpret for Miriam and redirect the talking to her and it should go on the same from there, albeit with that bit of inaccessibility in mind.

Also, she has to be shaken awake after sleeping on the floor.

Lumber Town

In the forest just before, Miriam wouldn't notice the quietness - but she would notice the absence of the animals. Just pointing out how this is kind of a trope in horror, that something is going to be silent before it's scary, but it would not be scary to Miriam. Until she sees the ghosts.

Xiatian

(Rostrum) Lightning strikes are LOUD.

At this point, Audrey's hearing loss becomes noticeable to her and she finds that she struggles to understand people. She remembers the silly bard and witch using those weird flappy hands during her fight. Out of sheer spite she tries to learn the local sign language, but has to ask Eyala to basically give her the knowledge the same way the Dream King did for Kiwi, so she's ready and actually excited to sign with Kiwi and Miriam when they arrive in Xiatian.

and next time they see her in Rulle Miriam is like "wait YOU know how to sign??? HOW MUCH TIME DID WE SPEND IN CHISMEST"

Audrey's like heheh it's no biggie i want to be accessible to everyone <3

But in truth she's losing her hearing - and is half freaking out about it - and that is possibly why she trusts them to get the Potion of Power then and there. She sympathizes with Miriam. she's still arrogant though lol At the King's palace, the King might be a little suspicious of Kiwi interpreting for Miriam, but not as suspicious as he is of the witch herself. Interpreters can't be at all that uncommon in royal settings as they do need to negotiate with other countries. But Miriam would feel a little left out by the ghost singing through Kiwi - it depends on how the Spirit Language manifests and whether or not that's visible to deaf people. (I like to think it might be. But if Kiwi is the medium for the ghosts to speak through...)

... For a long time, we struggled to write this part where both Audrey and Miriam would learn the song. In the end, Vesta said this is how it would go:

(Vesta) Audrey is losing her hearing and tells the King to sing louder. He does. She says there has to be another way. The King sends her away and she's like RAAAUGHHH! Miriam follows her still, evading the palace guards.

Audrey stomps and Eyala appears. "Bestie, there IS another way!" She teaches her a different version of the song, with sign language, maybe, or a dance, but I like sign language better. It should be ASL poetry.

(Rostrum) And Miriam is able to memorize this after following her! Again, and unfortunately, the sunset sky scene doesn't happen. Though there might be a different scene where Miriam flew up to that "???" place Mask was at, with all of the butterflies, and is found tending to Kiwi when Kiwi wakes up and Miriam explains to her what's going on.

It's two days now.

Sky Temple (Sun Overseer's Song)

Instead of using a piccolo at all, Miriam has to sign the song that was given to Audrey. And instead of telling Kiwi to not listen too closely, she'd ask Kiwi to turn away so they can't see her awkward signing. Whether or not Kiwi actually does this is up to your imagination.

Part Two - Chaandesh

Before I go on ahead, a reminder. Chaandesh - and especially Mohabumi, and Miriam's reactions to feeling left out as a witch - that's the part that made us relate so strongly to her. And that is what inspired this AU.

One major difference in Chaandesh in this AU - though I don't think it changes the game very much - is that many witches do know ASL there, so some of the NPCs would sign to Kiwi! There would be a sizeable Deaf community in the city of witches especially. This isn't to say that all witches are deaf, but I wanted to point that aspect out as large Deaf communities do exist in most cities in reality.

And it'd also contribute to how left out Miriam feels, out of both the witch and deaf communities. It's difficult to get information about either if you just aren't part of them.

Mystery Forest

I'll say Vivian and Sandra know sign language, and would recognize that Miriam is deaf and sign normally to her. Everyone fights the monster and things go on as usual.

In the following sky ride scene where the Spell Squad flies them to the ferry... this IS the one scene where they could sign because someone else is flying the broom! Unfortunately there's very little dialogue in this scene.

The Ferry

I just want to point out this huge nugget of dialogue:

"This whole kingdom… feels like a big club, that I was never invited to."

The inspiration for this whole AU. This one line sparked all this. I'll explain more because I'm actually watching a playthrough just so I can get this AU as accurate as possible, so...

When Audrey appears, she'd probably talk in simcom, which is essentially a variant of ASL where you both sign and speak at the same time. Some might consider it offputting, but she'd be skilled enough at it - and she'd sign SO dramatically!

Mohabumi

Only going to speak on scenes where I think Miriam's dialogue OR actions would change.

In the academy, when Kiwi sees her struggling on the broom... I mean, there's no way she can both sign AND re-learn how to fly on the broom. For hilarity, I say she falls the first time Kiwi gets her attention, and more sensibly, hops off the broom every other time Kiwi talks to her there. I don't think the conversation about music would change at all.

The Crater...

... we've thought about this so many times but it's only now that I actually see the conversation that I realize we don't need to rewrite this at all. It's strange, because before this game, and ESPECIALLY before this part, we just didn't like music. We didn't know what it meant. We didn't know how it could motivate people and be compelling. It felt like a big club that we weren't invited to. Sound familiar?

It's hard to describe how the game changed our feelings on music. In some ways they stayed the same - it's still a little exclusive, but it felt like it opened our eyes to how influential it really could be. The emotions behind playing an instrument, or singing, or dancing. And dancing is a physical form of music! It reacts to vibrations! So Miriam would feel right at home here no matter what her hearing status is. The drumbeats of Manny's music, and potentially the speakers amplifying the music in general, would reach Miriam if this was a loud enough space. In that moment she'd feel like she belonged, being brought back to home where music too was played with drumbeats.

Broom Ride

This necessitates its own section because it's an important conversation and it breaks my heart that, again, in this AU it can't be had on the broom. But I want to give this conversation justice because it hit close to home for us.

Miriam: "It was weird being in a city of other witches. I thought it'd be a place where i fit in. But I didn't."

Kiwi: "That just means you're special!"

Miriam: "Well. Maybe... I don't want to be so special. I've been special my whole life. Around Delphi, me and Saphy were the only witches. I never knew someone else like me. And I guess I still don't.

It doesn't feel good to be different like this. I feel like I'm just messed up. And I'll never fit in anywhere."

Exactly what being deaf or any kind of disabled feels like. It feels like a very specific part of being autistic, too... we're autistic so we know this well.

Kiwi: "We're outsiders... together!"

Sky Temple (Eclipse Duet)

Another strange part of this AU we've thought about for a while! We imagined them dancing, or signing together, or such... but if the order of events demands that Miriam learned the signed version of the Sun Overseer's song, and Kiwi learned the spoken version of the Moon's...

I think the way Kiwi sings by pointing their hand, Miriam could see it visually and perhaps her own hand movements would even mirror Kiwi's. Or the other way around. I think Kiwi would make an effort to visually convey the nature of their half of the song to Miriam, strengthening the harmony... the same way the moon reflects the sun.

The Eclipse

Miriam gets hurt. She obviously can't hear or see Kiwi, so Kiwi would shake her in a desperate attempt to wake her as Audrey walks up - and Audrey at this point has lost a lot of her hearing, but I guess if Miriam is unconscious, there would be no reason for her to sign as she's only talking to the bard. Albeit by now, her speech is inflected with numerous gestures to emphasize her points.

Kiwi is angry enough to raise their voice. It's not enough for Audrey. Either she doesn't hear them and turns around to pay attention to them, or she never does because she never picked up the habit to pay attention to the things around her. When you grow up as a deaf person, your senses overcompensate for the one you never had or lost - this AU's Audrey doesn't have that advantage just yet.

When they carry Miriam down from the Sky Temple... there's no way you can sign to someone while carrying them at the same time. So that little snippet of conversation doesn't happen.

No other changes. Also, this part breaks my heart, I want you to know this.

Act 6:

Audrey's Introspection

Miriam isn't here, and technically this AU is all about her and how her deafness affects small details in the game. So if this AU was only about that we'd stop here and skip ahead to Act 7.

However, Audrey is deaf by this point. And she has to contend with that while ALSO dealing with a singing bard.

In her first appearance in this act, I think she'd monologue with her voice. She wouldn't hear Kiwi's complaints as she drinks the false Potion of Power and collapses in that same hilarious way. When they're in the cave, she continues speaking with her voice until she falls to her knees contending with her mortality.

The bard tries speaking to her at first. Then they sign to her. Audrey looks up and signs back. "Not without my sword. And hearing."

(Brief author's note: I gave Eyala the sign name of "EYE-la." This is a very fun sign name and she would introduce herself with it when she discovered Audrey was losing her hearing and taught her sign language.)

The conversation in the cave goes roughly the same... Audrey seems like the sort of person to shrug off even losing her hearing, thinking that's what she has to do to be the hero. It matters a LOT to her, deep down inside - Eyala told her it was necessary, that she wouldn't need her hearing in the end anyways - but it stings to gain a disability in exchange for being the hero, doesn't it?

Is it a blessing or a curse that she doesn't hear the wails of the Overseers and monsters she slays? That she can't hear the Bard's songs anymore?

But then, Miriam simply being there disproves all of that. She's another person who doesn't necessarily connect with music in the traditional sense. It took her a long time to truly feel comfortable with music as a foundation of the world. Being deaf doesn't make you ignorant to the world, after all... it makes the world ignorant to you. Being deaf her whole life means Miriam's had to grow up fighting to feel like she fits into the world at all. She carved out her own path in life.

The Beast

Theoretically, the Hero and Bard could sign to each other even at that distance where Kiwi is on the cliff and Audrey is down on the platform above lava. If you have good sight, ASL goes a long way.

Act 7:

I like to think this is when Miriam gives Kiwi a sign name after they both return to Langtree. Unfortunately, I still haven't thought of a sign name for the bard, so that's on hold for a while.

Kiwi wouldn't have to interpret for the fairies, I think they can speak any language they need to communicate in. And that includes sign language.

We neglected to say what the spirit language would look like to Miriam who has been trained to understand it, but I think it'd be symbols. Literal visual symbols. Up in the air. Since it's mentioned that Kiwi speaks in strange symbols, which is a visual element, I think Miriam can see or sense the symbols and understand. Which also means she understands what the Dream King says as his last words.

The boss fight goes on as usual. Audrey signs VERY angrily to them after having her sword taken - with aggressive body language, faster signs that the bard and witch just barely pick up.

The Choir

... I'll be honest with you, we agonized over this particular scene for a long time. In the original game, the highlight is Miriam singing in front of everyone.

A singing Miriam would undermine this AU. It isn't vocal chords that deaf people most naturally turn to for communication - it's hands. I don't think a deaf Miriam has any reason to use her voice to sing here, even when she can use her voice.

So a change I'm making here in order to make myself feel more comfortable with this scene is that more of the crowd would dance - in fact, I think all of the people of the world would harmonize in their own way, be it with their voice, an instrument, dancing, or whatever other funky way they like. Thusly, Miriam dances in the end. It shouldn't be only singing that saves the world.

It's sad that the creators of this game didn't put in other means of singing, or explain how deaf people would harmonize with a worldwide auditory song, but that's okay. I know how we can harmonize in our way.

...

And that's the end of this long-winded post about how Miriam could be deaf and that'd change very little about the story. Also, I'm very tired from writing half this dang post and I hope it makes sense to people who aren't deaf.

I hope you enjoyed reading! And don't be afraid to ask questions if you're curious about this AU!

- Rostrum

[i-like-anything-water]

Wenclair prompt: Enid using pickup lines on Wednesday and Wednesday being absolutely oblivious, confused, and sometimes a little concerned

Here’s a couple for inspiration

“Feel my shirt! Know what it’s made of? Girlfriend material”

“Something’s wrong with my eyes because I can’t take them off you”

“If you were words on a page, you’d be fine print”

Note: Admittedly not my best work but I hope it's decent enough! I think this is around 1k or less? Thank you for the cute prompt! : D

Riddles and Spells

"I'm starting to get worried about the table."

Enid glared at a snickering Yoko, groaning as she hit her head against the table, again. They were probably getting concerned looks from the other occupants but they could care less. The blonde let out a whine, her hands balled into fists.

"Okay, your moping was funny before but now it's absolutely painful to watch," Yoko sighed as she patted her pup's head. "Addams really did a number on you."

"She's so pretty," Enid replied instead, her cheeks dusting just a slight pink. Her roommate for a year and crush for a month hadn't shown up for their usual lunch. She was probably at Eugene's or off investigating another case that caught interest.

"Sometimes I wish I was a murder mystery."

"Why?"

Enid chuckled, "Cause maybe then she'd be so interested in me?"

Yoko cackled at the blonde's statement which earned her an indignant huff and a 'you suck at being my bff, Yoko!'. Oh, man. She was absolutely smitten with the small murder machine.

"Y'know, maybe if you used your pick up lines on her instead of rambling how amazing she is to poor old me, you could actually score a date."

"That's ridiculous!" Enid shrieked, "I'd just make things awkward! It took me months for her to let me get close to her without a knife up my throat, I am not going to break that."

"Simp much?"

"Yeah and I kind of like still living."

"LMAO, ditto."

Yoko's eyes darted across the pentagon as a smirk formed on her blood stained lips.

"Enid, listen."

-

"Enid? Are you listening?"

Enid nodded, determined, "Listening? Yes. Single and available? Yes as well."

Wednesday stared at her.

"What?"

Enid leaned back in her bed as her gaze never left Wednesday's, "You asked me if I was listening. I was. Every. Word."

"Is that so? Tell me," Wednesday said, "What did I say?"

"What did I say."

"That's not-" Wednesday frowned, "Since you haven't been listening, clearly, I'll just repeat myself."

"You can repeat yourself until forever."

"That's impractical, why would I do such nonsense?"

"Because your voice is my melody."

Wednesday's brows furrowed. Was Enid talking riddles with her? Given that the riddle hadn't contained any words that would suggest a casting spell, she disliked when she doesn't have an answer to anything. Well, she's wrong to challenge her of all people.

"Really? If my voice is a melody then surely yours is it's musical accompaniment." Bullseye. Enid's eyes widened as she sputtered out her response.

Wednesday rolled her eyes but a satisfied smirk made it's way across her face.

"Next time you think of challenging me to riddles, think again."

"Oh my god."

Apparently Enid was ever the competitive spirit because it didn't stop there. Wednesday had to commend her dedication into outsmarting her in these nonsense but no Addams ever backed down from a duel, swords or words. She'd learned from Thing that the best way to combat them is to answer just as Enid had said it. Maybe she should have seen the teasing - how does a hand even look teasing - way Thing had made an 'OK!' sign.

"You should wear hoodies more often, it's definitely made from girlfriend material."

Wednesday turned to her, "Maybe you should give me yours then."

She continued walking as Enid walked straight to a lamp post.

Enid had slid next to her during lunch, a fruit in hand, "If you were a fruit, you'd be a fine-apple."

Wednesday took a sip of her soup, "If that's so, then I'm definitely good for you."

Enid blushed as she took a bite of her pineapple slices as Yoko laughed while patting Bianca's back who had choked at Wednesday's response.

The riddles were getting ridiculous as each day passed but Wednesday was anything but a quitter.

"Are you made of copper and tellurium? Cause you're CuTe."

"I'm not but I already have enough chemistry with you."

"Do we really need these sources for essays? My search already ended when I met you."

Wednesday hummed, surprised at the sudden spike in her heartbeat. Strange, she doesn't remember consuming poison, "Yes. Despite the search already ending, we need something to hold on to."

"You're such a cat, cause you're purrfect!"

That sudden spike again. Perhaps they weren't riddles, but spells disguised under teenage nonsense.

"I gotta get my eyes checked, they can't stop looking at you."

Enid smiled at her warmly and Wednesday realized how close their faces were. It felt like looking directly at the sky, drowning in pools of blue.

"No wonder you love books, you're fine print yourself."

She had Enid on her lap sleeping peacefully, the morning after she wolfed out and brought her a bag of dead squirrels for her. Her book forgotten as she combed through the blonde's hair.

"I'm no serial killer but I'd be happy to give you hearts."

Her hands were covered in blood when Enid had found her, her own face smeared with blood and dirt. She couldn't help the sigh of relief as arms enveloped her in a hug, glad the blood wasn't theirs.

"If loving you was a crime... I'd be happy to be in a life sentence."

Wednesday had never once gave up. It wasn't like an Addams to admit defeat easily. But Enid was standing there, heart bared out as she was close to tears. Wednesday felt that familiar skip in her usually calm and slow heart that scared even the smartest of surgeons.

"I love you." It was simple. It was whispered softly like a prayer. It was the answer to all the riddles they've told.

"I love you more, mon soleil."

[just-some-guy-joust]

What’s Kazooie’s deal. Please tell me about them.

thank you so much for asking he's one of my favoritest guys in the world ok so

oldies who have been here since the lovecore swag showdown and perhaps those who were here for the deep sea fish tournament may remember the oc i put into the lovecore showdown, amedeo. for those of who don't, the basic rundown is amedeo is a gamer who is so obsessed with being a perfect friend and getting people to love him he gets manipulated and turned into a demon and ends up killing one of his friends before hitting his redemption arc.

for those of you who were here last time and paying attention, you may also remember the oc i put in the doomed by the narrative tournament, eden. she is a normalcore girl who ends up discovering her world is a video game and she is simply an npc. and now she's actively falling into a spiral of helplessness as she tries to help the player escape reality while never giving a fuck about her well being or whether or not she can be considered a real person.

both of these ocs are from the same story. other members of the cast include: the guy amedeo killed who now haunts their electronics and gets a sick robot body, a demon from the monster realm who is the first monster to set foot in the human world in a good while and ruins the world by refusing to do his job as player 1, an assassin who is also the lead/drummer of his band and got paid like 3 bucks to go kill the last guy and he was just fine with it, player 2 of the game who is in a death spiral and WILL delete as much of the game as they can if they don't finally escape, a tv head robot monster guy who is part of the aforementioned band and can't be normal about his crush on the assassin so he just starts mind controlling people in an attempt to kill him, amedeo again i cannot stress enough how much of a freak he is i love him. all of these characters end up involved in complicated plotlines revolving around the center of the story, the gamer club that most characters are part of. they turn into demons, get killed by demons, face the complex morality of being a person, face the complex morality of being a bunch of code in a video game, and more.

and then there's kazooie.

kazooie is a 24-27 year old transgender aroace man who runs the gamer club. he is a solid 5'3. his main hobby is gaming. he acts a little bit like a prick but he's always making sure the members of his club are having a great time. he named himself kazooie because he is autistic and his first fixation was on banjo kazooie. he lost his leg around his tweens and he does not feel very strongly about it, it's just a thing that happened to him.

the most exciting thing that ever happens to him in this entire fucked up convoluted story, is the assassin can't find his original target but kazooie was right there so he figured he'd just kill kazooie and call it good, which kazooie then got out of by talking fast enough about music for the assassin to start rambling about his band and want to be friends instead.

that's it.

kazooie's most important trait for the plot is that he runs the gamer club so he is involved with a lot of the plot but also everything just barely misses him by a couple inches and he mainly just has a normal day while his friends are out here experiencing the most bullshit buckwild experiences possible. and i Love Him. he's everything to me. he is so sweet and lovely and full of mischief and he's so silly and he loves his role and tries so hard to make the best of everything. he is just some guy and its what everyone needs so bad. in the middle of all the chaos, kazooie is always there scheduling club meetings so everyone has a moment to breathe and play some games together. he is so fucking normal.

also he's amedeo platonic partner/bestie/roommamte. ok here's some art of him

all above art by me

all above art by hershelchocolateart

[peppermintquartz]

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! 💙

OK here goes. I'm very shameless about my writing, actually. You might regret asking me this!

One thing to note: I lean towards the darker side, so if you do browse through my fics, be wary and read the tags. Lots of dead doves. And since I tend to write one story in different parts, I have grouped those that tell the same story.

1. Red Mist / Black Moon (Shadowhunters)

This set is one story, starting from Magnus rescuing Alec and then Alec saving Magnus. There are torture scenes which, frankly, I didn't go as dark as I would now, but the main focus for me was the relationship between Magnus and Asmodeus. Incestuous overtones in Red Mist becomes outright references in Black Moon, but there are plot reasons for it. I also loved doing the Chinese bits and also the multi-verse / trans-dimensional shenanigans bits.

2. Finn's Playroom (Pro Wrestling)

This is pure self indulgence. It has porn, plot, BDSM, angst, fluff, romance, friends with benefits, friends(?) with benefits, murder, attempted murder, torture, sexual abuse, recovery from abuse, breakup, make-up, BAMFs out the wazoo, childhood trauma, and lots of lore buried in there. But it's sexy AF. I gained a whole buncha wrestling moots with this fic!

3. In a Cottage by the Sea (Hannibal)

Oddly enough, this is the only one on this list that has no Dead Dove.

I wrote many Hannibal fics, and while I love the work I put into Bread & Music (massive age gap fic without Daddy kink), this one truly tested me as a writer because I tried being super minimalistic and sparse. I think, style-wise, this was the hardest to create, and I genuinely love this particular fic.

4. Contact / Touched / Caresses (Bleach)

Extremely Dead Doves. Be warned.

This is an interconnected story about the love between two of the main villains on Bleach (i reject Tite Kubo's interpretation completely), and in their unrepentant evil-ness, they are utterly devoted to each other. Love does not make a person good.

This was written 20 years ago, almost? so the quality of writing is sometimes 'eeeeeh' but i am proud that i did this in the first place. I wrote three different POVs of the same story, with some chapters happening concurrently, others filling in the blanks between the chapters of the other fics, it was completely insane, and I was utterly possessed by it because I was uploading one chapter every day or every other day. Lots of readers started rooting for the villains to have a happy ending... (see: number 5)

(This was written and shared on FFdotnet and transferred over to AO3 by copy-pasting from a download, so there are many typos. But given there are 263 chapters, and over 596,000 words in total, I am not editing this.)

5. Over All Things / I Will Remember You / You Will Remember Me (Bleach, conclusion to the above)

...And because of the impact of number 4 on this list, I could write this concluding trio of stories, again with multiple POV of the same incident, and I know I made a lot of readers cry.

For the very evil guys.

But, see, I woke up crying because this story unfolded fully in my head, so of course i had to inflict the pain on everyone else.

Thank you for letting me ramble about my fics, I really appreciated this ask!

[jakekiszkasmommy]

Bullseye Part 5 (2/2) 🥃

Warnings: slowburn into 18+, unprotected sex, absolutely filthy, all the warnings, MINORS IF YOU ARE STILL HERE I WILL PERSONALLY HAVE SAM SLAP YOU ACROSS THE FACE WITH HIS DIRTY FEET

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (1/2)

Part 5 (2/2)

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Back in the kitchen, you pull out two bowls and pull the pie put of the oven as the timer sounds. Scooping a few ladles of the potato soup into the bowls, you slide Daniel his bowl and a spoon.

You both sit on the couch, you nestled into the corner between pillows. He lifts your legs and lays them across his lap as he grabs his bowl off the table and the remote.

"Your time to pick." He tosses you the remote. As you scroll through the options on the screen, you feel him looking at you. Your eyes nervously meet his.

"W-what?" You nearly whisper.

"I had a really good time today, Y/n."

You blush, not sure how to respond, you continue searching for a movie- selecting your favorite horror movie. "Is this ok?" Gesturing to the screen. He nods and sinks into his spot.

Pressing play, you set the remote back on the coffee table and take your first bite of soup. It truly was such a good day. You reminisce on the day you had. Waking up to Danny next to you, the market, cooking together, and now watching your favorite movie. You chose to have just tonight in blissful ignorance before asking him what this exactly was tomorrow.

He devours his bowl of soup, getting up for a second helping. "This just might be my new favorite," he says, motioning with the bowl of soup and plopping down, this time closer to you.

"This is by far my most favorite meal to make! Something about it is just so comforting." Your eyes are locked on the screen mumbling the words to the movie under your breath. He smiles big at you.

"Do you always do that?" Your eyes shoot to his in questioning as you are about to take another bite of soup. "Quote the movie- do you always do that?" He asks.

"How could I not?? This is the best movie in existence!" You ramble on about the cinematography, "Josh is actually the one that introduced me to this movie!"

....

One movie turned into two, which in turn turned into three. The both of you scooting closer with each one. Your favorite movies were the psychological thrillers, the ones that had a demented and sickening plot that makes your stomach turn.

Danny chose the current one, more of a jumpscare movie. As much as you loved horror movies for the plot, you avoided jumpscare movies as they easily startled you. But you resigned your protest.

You found yourself finally grabbing a slice of pie for yourself, topping it with whipped cream. Padding back to the couch, Danny teases, "What? No slice for me?" As you dig your fork in, you hold the bite out to him. He wraps his lips around the fork and makes direct eye contact with you. A satisfied hum leaving his lips, "You really know your way around a kitchen. Everything has been wonderful today! Thank you!"

"No thank YOU," you say as you lick whipped cream from your finger. His eyes go wide at the sight.

You take a bite yourself and close your eyes. You didn't want to boost your own ego, but the praise from Danny is enough to make you smile. The pie is cooked to perfection. After you two continue to share bites of the pie, feeding one another until it is gone, you set the plate down.

His arm is on the back of the couch, leaving his side open. Without asking, you snuggle into him, pulling a blanket with you. You feel his body tense before his arm lowers around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

Relaxing into his side you both settle in to watch the movie. Not even 10 minutes into the movie, the music starts to get eerie. You know a jumpscare is about to happen but aren't sure when. As soon as your guard is down, a haunting figure pops up on the TV with a scream. You jump, dramatically grabbing your chest and gasping. Giggling nervously, you apologize to Danny.

He squeezes you tighter and leans down to your ear, "I'll protect you." He sends you a wink, acting all heroic. He tilts his chin down to you, darting his tongue out to wet his lips. His eyes flick between yours and your lips, letting you make the choice. You adjust your angle, meeting him and kissing him softly.

You part your lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss. He doesn't hesitate and he uses his other hand to hold the back of your neck. The kiss continues to deepen and you push the blanket off of you and onto the floor. You slide yourself over him to straddle his lap. Grinding your hips down onto his, you can feel his hard length through the thin pajama pants. His big hands grip your hips and push you against him harder. You kiss him with more fervor.

"Wait-" you break away, "I- I don't want to do this-"

"Fuck- I'm sorry," he cuts you off. Immediately leaning away from you, giving you your space.

You giggled and he raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I was going to say I don't want to do this if you aren't 100% in. Last night was great. And we can leave it at that if you want. But it's all or nothing, Daniel. I'm not just someone to sleep around with for fun." You finish in a more serious tone.

"Y/n, I know this happened really fast, and out of nowhere. But, I wouldn't- I-" he stammers, trying to find the right words. "I want you. I want more days like today."

"You do?" Your eyes nervously flit around his face searching for an answer.

"Say the word and I'm yours, Y/n."

He pulls your face to his once more with his pointer finger bent under your chin.

"Kiss me." You breathe out, barely a whisper. He lightly pulls your lips into his.

This kiss feels different. It's not some in the moment hookup. Last night was perfect, but this was...delicate. That was the best way to describe it. The way it feels to have your first kiss, filled with nerves. The feeling of warm sun on your face. Or the way rain smells. Or what you imagine a cloud to feel like.

You feel him smile against your lips. Both of you forgetting about the horrors being displayed on the screen behind you. You kiss him again. "Tell. Me. I'm. Yours." You say, separating the words with kisses up his neck all the way to his ear.

His hands sneak under the hem of the oversized shirt on you. His skin on yours making your nipples perk up with need. His eyes notice and his hands travel up to them. Rolling them and their piercings between his fingers, eliciting a moan from you. "Daniel," you moan out his name. He pushes the front of your shirt up, exposing your breasts to the chilly air of the room.

"You're mine," he says, "only mine." Taking one of your nipples in his mouth, he swirls his tongue around. He lifts you off of him and pulls your shirt off and tosses it to the floor. He drags your pants down slowly, leaving your black lace thong atop your hips.

You reach out and trace your fingertips along his happy trail and the top of his pants. Stepping closer to him, you dip the tip of your pointer finger into the waistband of his pajama pants. He reaches his right arm up behind him, grabbing the back of the tshirt and pulling it over and off his head, discarding it with your clothes. You could practically melt on the spot.

His chest heaves with anticipation as you move your hand to slide inside his pants lightly stroking his thick length. You sink to your knees in front of him in between the coffee table and the couch. Running your hands up his thighs you drag his pants and underwear down as slowly as he did to you. Smirking at how he nearly squirmed under your control.

You kiss the tip of his cock and look at him through hooded lashes. His fingertips twitched above you lightly. You swallowed him fully, a groan leaving his mouth. Running the tip of your tongue under his length makes his cock twitch.

He starts to thrust into you. His hands worked to undo your hair from it's bun, letting your hair fall around your shoulders. His hand fists into your hair and he thrusts into your mouth harder. Just as you thought you were the one in control, he flips the script.

"Baby," he says while using the grip in your hair to pull you off of him, "I want you to ride me." He releases his hold on you and helps you to a seated position on his lap on the couch. He pulls your panties off and runs his tip through your slick folds. Sitting up, you grab his length and sink down onto him feeling a little sore from last night but loving the stretch he gives you.

He firmly grips your hips and grinds you against him, slightly moving your hips up and away before pulling you back down onto him. Your hands now gripping into his curls in pleasure. He moves his hips with your own. "Danny," you moan out his name as you throw your head back.

His hips move faster with yours. One thumb finds your clit, circling quickly. Your moans ring out. "That's it baby," he praises you, "give it to me."

Your eyebrows scrunch together, your tell-tale sign that you are close to your end. You grind your hips harder, letting him brush against your g-spot. With a few more circles you are thrown into your orgasm. He moans with you as you clench around him. Spilling into you moments later. You both ride out your high in breathy pants until slowing your movements.

He immediately leans into you and places a kiss on your lips. "I'm yours too, right?" he says while looking into your eyes with a smirk.

You smile, "Yes, Daniel."

You both stay there for a moment before he slowly helps you off him. He stands up and carries you down the hall to the shower, turning on the hot water and helping you step inside.

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[ao3cassandraic]

Firstly, can I say thank you for all your GO meta. I've spent much of my insomnia soaked night reading through your musings and the replies, and almost all of what I've read makes so much sense to me.

There is a question, honestly, but first..

I read GO when it first came out, and have probably been an avid Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman fan for longer than many fans have been alive. Loved the book, adored the first series, found myself completely floored by S2. The last 15 is probably. - no that's wrong, Definitely - the most beautiful, tragic, heart wrenching scene I've ever encountered. Realising what just broke you was played out by two middle aged, straight actors but all you've seen are two beings whose universe is each other and who are being ripped apart by what they are feeling. I don't have the words, I really don't. Sublime acting & writing.

My response surprised me, I couldn't let it go and I worried at it like a (small, red eyed) dog with a bone. Then I found Tumblr and realised I was far from alone. I've read all the theories and a fair bit of fan fiction (re Michael Sheen, "I love that the fans write their own stories, even if most of them involve David & I having sex"). Some of the POV resonate some don't. Yours do much more than most.

After all that, mine isn't a huge question, it's just a niggle I have. Maggie. Something doesn't feel right there and I wondered if she had set anything off on your radar? Given that NOTHING is accidental in a Gaiman story..

Maggie can't spell and it was highlighted. UGRENCY. (T.O.S.T.E, and Angle anyone) Maggie doesn't eat, though she loves a skinny latte, and doesn't drink alcohol. Claims the record shop is failing, but sends a pub in Edinburgh music for their jukebox? She was never a teenager, and whilst claiming to be tired of being scared is completely fearless. Won't leave Az on his own, is unfazed by demons and doesn't question what Cr & Az are, unlike Nina.

I'm not sure where I'm going with it, but something is off and I wondered if you had any thoughts?

Ok, enough, I'll stop rambling and step out of your questions now. Thank you for bearing with me if you made it this far.

First I just want to acknowledge and validate your adoration for Good Omens! This fandom exists For Reasons! Cheers, and thank you for your ask.

I've seen other folks wondering what you're wondering about Maggie; you're definitely not alone. For the little it's worth, I don't actually think she's ethereal or occult. I think she's a human being with some quirks. (I also can't agree with "doesn't eat" -- we don't see her eat, and she doesn't accept Aziraphale's offer of an Eccles cake, but the former is likely happenstance and the latter, well, I wouldn't accept an Eccles cake either if I had just taken such a giant monetary gift from someone. It's just too much; I'd feel that I was taking advantage and not being properly grateful.)

I actually don't drink alcohol, and I assure you I'm fully 100% no-question-about-it human. (Though there are those who would say I'm more than slightly demonic.) I had an alcoholic parent, which shaped my young life in some not-amazing ways, and I never understood how they got to be that way, so I decided to stay safe and just... not try drinking.

When I got older and more confident in my ability to steer clear of alcoholism, I tried a bit of wine and a bit of brandy and a bit of other thises and thats and discovered that I plain old didn't like them! So I drink non-alcoholic cocktails (I love this fashion! N/A cocktails can be creative and tasty!) and locally-made sodas and if that makes me weird, okay, I'm weird. It doesn't make me an angel. Doesn't even make me a "better" (whatever that is) person -- it's morally neutral. It just is.

(I'm not a skinny-latte person, though, in case you were wondering whether I'm Maggie. Chai is my coffeeshop preference.)

A thematic reason I think Maggie is human has to do with an extension of the Good Omens axiom that Heaven and Hell are just names for sides. Demons, angels, a vulnerability or a trick more or less and other than that they're basically the same. I want to believe that in the GOverse, that's true of humans too -- we have more in common with angels and demons than anyone cares to admit, despite the difference in lifespan and our superior inventiveness. Possibly including quirkiness!

I want this to be true because it means Crowley and Aziraphale needn't be lonely together on Earth even if Heaven and Hell do finally chuck them out for good. I want this to be true because it adds some intriguing resonance to a Second Coming of Jesus story. I want it to be true because I want Good Omens to keep saying go-be-properly-good to humanity.

I could be wrong, of course. I've had several of my headcanons contradicted by Word of Gaiman already, barely a month after s2 came out. I'm sure more will go the way of the dodo, and there are a few things I've said that I don't actually believe any more myself.

But I want Maggie to be human because I like her. I like her shy awkward approach to Nina. I like her willingness to explain How To Human When You're Crying to Aziraphale without shaming him for not knowing. I like her loyalty to her benefactor, which she doesn't trumpet but which is brave as all get-out when the demons show up. I like her flipping the bird at the demons, creatively defending the bookshop, standing up to Shax, giving Nina space to work things out.

Sometimes we humans are okay, you know?

[bbiemochi]

hallooo!! can I request for knights with a gn reader that's multilingual and would yell (curse?) in another language when they're upset?? except they're usually very reserved, and when they're pissed they'd shout for a short while then go back to the usual them. sorry if it's a little specific heheh thank you so much for your hardwork!!

𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎! | knights x reader

[an]: i hope you didn’t wait long, anon T^T </3 things are starting to get busy and i am highly afraid of letting anyone down :,D how r u doing~? hope u’re ok ! ^^ tysm for requesting, and once again i apologize for taking awhile to finish this :,>

summary: as much as they love you, the sudden mood change when your tongue speaks upon losing your temper is surprising !

pairing: knights x multilingual!g/n!reader [ separate ! ]

genre: fluff, small crack (on izumi’s part)

TSUKASA SUOU

it had been such a long day after rehearsal practice.

one by one did you had to listen to every record the members did on their brand new song, starting with leo to ritsu’s vocal part, not to mention you also had to schedule for a live concert ryouseitai will be holding on next week. anzu had called you to help her out in making their stage outfits for the concert, so you paused your song record checking and helped her out—it took a week to finish by the way. fine’s latest halloween project had to be left in your hands due to you being talented in creating horror themed projects, however it’s just a daily thing you loved thinking of, it wasn’t really a natural talent.

back to the knights rehearsal, leo had newly composed a song that actually sounded more great than the previous ones, not like the old ones sounded horrible—just more catchy is what you meant. dragging you into the recording station along with the other members, all of you listened to the orange head’s rambling about the song. he wanted to get on with it after months of composing, and as always you agreed to do it even if you were hellishly tired.

though…if weren’t for tsukasa helping you out then you would’ve passed out by now due to exhaustion. leo was more than excited to release this song to the public, although it might take time to finish once you corrected all their parts of the song. take ritsu for example, who probably didn’t sleep much as always—he sounded like he was about to pass out in one of his parts of the song. tsukasa was kind and straightforward enough to ask him if he could redo it again, not without giving him a can of juice to energize him. very thoughtful and helpful of him indeed, no wonder why leo decided to give the role of leader towards tsukasa.

and after all that’s done, both leo and tsukasa helped with checking the composed music with you when everyone finished. it took long, but not too long. tsukasa has never seen you so serious before, except when you help produce for knight’s songs. by afternoon did everyone leave, only you in that rehearsal room to finish your job. well, mostly everyone that is. you already know who would be waiting for you to finish your priority.

tsukasa’s presence has always gave you a warm feeling inside. it was as if he planted a blooming beautiful flower inside of your chest, causing it for butterflies to land inside when he’s nearby. not like you always daydreamed of him but—wait no, scratch that, you always do daydream about the handsome male. i mean, who wouldn’t?

“the song will be released by next month. us KNIGHTS will have to practice for our dance training after the recording session. we hope that we wouldn’t cause much trouble as autumn will be begin soon with you and anzu nee-sama busy with your producer schedule,” tsukasa spoke, cleaning the other mess that lays on the side of the room. chuckling, you shook your head, letting out a soft smile at the progress. true that during autumn is where the producer work increases—not to mention that idol work was pressuring not just for the producers but for everyone, yet they were the only things keeping yourself distracted instead of procrastinating.

“i’m sure it won’t be much of a bother, i’m used to it so it’s fine. besides, tsukinaga-san looks so excited for this song’s release. for all the time i knew him, never have i seen him this hyped for his creation to be let out to the public before, it’s cute if you ask me,” you replied to his sentence. with that you see tsukasa’s face frown, “your face certainly doesn’t read so, y/n. i can spot the bags under your eyes, have you been sleeping well lately?” he questions, leaning onto a nearby chair that was on the side. with that brief mention, you felt yourself get caught by a guilt of embarrassment. because of it you looked away.

“shit…i never knew you could notice…”

“d-did you just curse in english???”

“huh?” you perked your head up when the sounding astonished tone in tsukasa’s voice caught you off guard. laughing, you brushed your hair back, “oh ahaha..! yes, i did. it’s just a habit of mine to curse in another language. my bad about it, ‘should’ve watched my language. you could understand english after all, right, tsukasa-kun?”

“o-oh no it’s quite alright. i just never knew you could speak ENGLISH, y/n. i’m quite shocked if you ask me…” steady did his palm placed down calmly over his chest as he smiles back over to you. looking away did. his cheeks glow red as his hair…adorable. “cursing in another language as a habit…i know they have a word meaning for that one, hmm…what do they call that again?”

“multilingual. i have a multilingual tongue,” you told to him. tsukasa’s mouth turns into an ‘o’ shape, getting the meaning you had just said. “multilingual, oh i get it now. y/n you really are an interesting one. i’m glad i got to know something about you as a person than something as just the PRODUCER for KNIGHTS…” there was something tender that holds in his voice, though you didn’t mind much about that.

just with that thought, your face burns red, and tsukasa stands back a little. “ah! i’m thinking weirdly again..! sorry! ahhh goddamn it!”

“woah! y/n chill out…!” you hear him say, both of his hands trying to gesture you to calm down your composure. he has already handled a lot of izumi’s temper a lot before…he did not wanna handle from yours too right now. covering your face, you let out a groan of frustration. this was embarrassing for sure…you didn’t mean to blurt it out loud in front of the person you like. once you felt his presence land over to your side, your face looked away even more, trying to hide your obvious blush on. of course, tsukasa takes notice at this and laughs, “ahaha…! don’t be so flustered, y/n. c’mon, what’s gotten into you? you don’t have to cover yourself now it’s fine.”

the moment he scoots in close towards your side, the more red you get. and honestly? you kinda liked it how close you are with him. just being by his side, it was already enough for you. “i’m glad i got to know something about you as y/n other than being the PRODUCER for KNIGHTS. say, do you wanna hang out with me sometimes? a-after all our work that is…”

LEO TSUKINAGA

“argh! no! not good enough! this won’t do!”

this was the fifth whine he let out this day, mess all around the room that you were the one who was disturbed by it instead of him. leo…really couldn’t calm down when he’s composing a new song. well it’s not leo when there’s no papers flying around the place like rain. and there’s definitely no leo when there’s no y/n picking up the scattered mess created by him.

you had just finished helping rab*its rehearse for their live that is to be held next week, thanks to nazuna everyone is on their perfect shape—and now the first thing you see upon returning to check on the knights is the king continuously whining about his music composing skills before crumpling the papers on his palms and throwing them away towards the trash can (completely missing the shot). arashi had to explain the situation to you, thank god she’s a sweetheart. “i-i’m really sorry about him, y/n-chan. the king wanted to come up with a new project for this month’s halloween theme. and for sure, he started to compose the song’s tune and lyrics right here at the floor. he even asked tsukasa-kun if he could hand him a stack of papers and pulled out a pen…”

you sighed, facepalming. arashi chuckles, nervously. “that’s our king for sure, hehe…i should go out and look for ritsu-kun. he’s probably sleeping somewhere again, we don’t want the school gardeners to think there’s a dead body on the floor. unlike last time…” you heard her mutter, before leaving you and leo alone inside the room. it wasn’t usual for the members of knights to leave you alone to take care of leo who was busy composing for a song, they knew you too were a busy person who does work—and leo could easily be more of a headache towards you…not like it was true but…

“tsukinaga…?” no response, only the sound of pen hitting on the paper writing notes could be heard. yep, he was focused alright. you placed both of your arms down your hip, eyebrow cocked up in complexion when leo didn’t reply to your call. was he always like this when there was one thing floating over his head? izumi’s description of him had always been accurate you’ve gotta say. the small mutters of his words let out to be a whisper underneath his breath, eyes scanning over the notes all and all over.

due to curiosity, you scooted a little closer to the male’s side. woah, only a minute just passed yet he already wrote a whole lot of music scores down on his paper—leo truly was a genius. with that much speed of to think of a tune to play for the new song, leo definitely was next level composer of his unit’s music, you were impressed.

“no, no…this won’t do…”

‘what? he didn’t like his idea that fast? but it was already good…!’ words vacuumed over your mind as you watched leo crumple the paper on his hands, before mindlessly throwing it over behind his back—not even noticing you were behind him the whole time, watching as he writes. the crumpled paper flew right over your face, hitting you permanently close to your forehead and nose. not to mention the sharp area of the paper collapsed right onto your face without hesitation.

you winced from the slight pain, “ow! Блядь!”

“huh? who’s that?” leo’s head suddenly turns around in wonder from the sudden curse you spat out from your lips. you quickly covered your mouth with both of your hands, however leo was already quick to notice that it was just you over behind his presence. “oh y/n! hey! was that you who said something? i thought i heard someone speak an unidentifiable language! ahaha!” he jokes, smiling so adorably at you. a frown, “ah sorry about that. it’s just a habit, and it’s not an unidentifiable language, tsukinaga, it’s russian,” you replied to him, and he echoes out an ‘ooh’ in realization.

“ahaha! ok! russian language. you do know a lot, y/n! it’s what i like about you…! but hey, you’re not the only genius in this room—no, no sir! c’mon, sit next to me! i wanna show you something i’ve been thinking about to write for our next project for halloween! i’m sure the knights are going to love it…!” patting the space next to where he was kneeling, you followed his gesture and sat next to the male who continued to write upon seeing your presence beside him. the pen he holds runs along the sheet of paper, different lines and music notes, leo’s eyes sparkle in delight—though just by watching him react like a child, you couldn’t help but stretch out a smile. “see?? i was hoping the last music score i wrote was the right one, however this seemed to be the perfect one that i wrote so far! my great musician intellect never fails me! ahaha! i’m such a genius!”

once again, like always—the orange head gathers all the paper on the floor in both of his hands, before throwing them all in the air with pride and excitement. his proud laughs makes you sweatdrop. “this new song project is going to be a huge blast! i can’t wait till i finish up the remaining notes, then i’ll call all of my members to the training room, and record!”

“that’s nice but…Проклятье, tsukinaga, you don’t always have to throw the papers…”

“aha! there you go again with your habit! y/n you really are interesting. do you somehow study in different languages from different countries??” oh so that’s what this guy’s on about. sighing, you calmly collected the floating papers that landed down onto the floor, one by one did you pick them up. leo watches you with his eyes fazed with curiosity and sparkles, you had absolutely no idea why he was looking at you like that right now but somehow you just know he wanted to know something about your little habit of cursing in another language. “i’m multilingual. only when i curse that is…. i was supposed to know that you already knew about this since tsukasa-san told this to you before, no?”

“mmm~ nah, i probably wasn’t listening to him. sorry,” he responded, and you just shook your head with a low breath. somehow, no matter how random this guy’s words are sometimes, you just could never be irritated at him. leo was a different kind of breed—unlike izumi who never fails to get into your nerves. “although, languages…aha! y/n you just gave me an idea for a lyric for the song…! thank you so much~! i love you!” he suddenly yelled, and your face turned red. “languages for us two…take my hand, we shall dance underneath the red bright moon…yes! this is perfect! my genius ideas never fail after all!”

“h-hey…! aren’t i the one that made you pop that idea?!”

laughing so lively, leo turns to you with a wide grin over his face, one of the papers crumpled down over his head as he holds it tightly, “yeah, yeah you did! ehehe! i could’ve done it without you, y/n! you’re the best! i reallyyy love you!”

“okay, okay…you’re welcome. no need to say ‘i love you’ as another way of saying ‘thank you,’ tsukinaga-san…” you responded to him. his laughter stopped, and so did the crumpling noise inside of the room.

“hm? oh no, i’m serious.” confused, you turned to him, and leo wasn’t wearing a smile anymore—more like a more nonchalant look.

“i really do love you, y/n. i’m serious.”

IZUMI SENA

work never ends, from here to there.

the amount of typing you had to do to your laptop made you glued to your screen 24/7. with also the amount of documents you had to take note of with every live the idols did in over the span of months is about to make you go insane. you weren’t really familiar of what your idols are feeling when they set upon themselves up on the stage, with thousands of fans watching as they sing and dance with so much confidence in their voice—yet the familiar feeling you do get with them is tiredness and pressure. about pressure, you were just called in today to schedule for knight’s next live that had to be occurred in the following week for the upcoming festival.

you just wished that the stage wouldn’t be so crowded when it comes to applying for tickets in the entrance, poor hajime has to punch them all in before getting ready for his concert—and when its knights we’re talking about, everyone knows they’re in for something good. heck, maybe even all the students from the normal course would go down just to see them perform live. as for you, your job as the producer is to simply look after the idols and help them with their daily deeds. at the moment, you’re in charge in producing for knights, helping them record their songs, rehearse practice, check any errors upon their training, etc.

being producer also means to create absolute perfection upon your creation. anzu always takes good care of trickstar and other various units, so she shouldn’t really worry too much of what falls over her schedule. as for you, this began to become more difficult than the average routine you’d always do, as the festival is close to arriving and knights will be the main unit for the event.

so, here you are, eyes glued to your laptop, staring at the schedule you created for the knights’ training hours, and as for the live’s time. school decorations have already been planned thanks to you and anzu for the ideas, and now it was time to finish the work you’re about to press done for today. ‘let’s see here…the knights’ last training for today is scheduled to 11 in the morning….i have to deliver the remaining documents back to the student council room for isara-kun to collect…i just hope himemiya-san isn’t there errr…’

“oi, get your head off the screen for once and relax. watching you act like that makes my eyes hurt and my skin go bad..”

a small sound coming from the table you sat was created after two cups of coffee was placed right in front of your vision, distracting you from typing your work. figures, the person who had sat next to you was no other than izumi sena of knights. you smiled upon seeing his presence, “izumi hey..! thank you for the coffee. i just need to get these workloads done then i’ll be on with you guys later to prepare for tomorrow’s live. it might take some time..” you say, striking a conversation with the model. before you could continue typing, a hand stopped your wrists from doing so—grip pulling them away from an inch closer towards the keyboards in front.

izumi’s face was in a deep frown, and you knew that expression he wore very well. he always looked grumpy, not like you had any idea why (probably because makoto was avoiding him like always). “didn’t i told you to stop working for a minute and rest? i did not waste my time just to buy you a cup of the best coffee i drink as well. c’mon, get your head out of the laptop for a sec and have a relaxing break. you’ve done enough,” his tone reads annoyance, yet the words he said was caring. looking back at his eyes, you can feel him wince a bit at the shared eye contact you’ve created, “w-what are you looking at? just…get your coffee and have a break…please???” that ‘please’ he lets out motivated you to do what you were asked.

it was rare for izumi to act like this, including if it was someone who wasn’t makoto for once. not like you were implying he was always mean, just something to reconsider for the long time you had known the model. your fingertips made its way to grab the coffee cup sitting before you both—ignoring the way izumi was taking small glances in every movement you’ve done so far after being (slightly) scolded by him earlier about overworking. you love how he acts as if he never cares, but when in reality he has a lot more on his mind than leo. the thought distracted you, when upon touch with the coffee, you winced from the sudden heat that had struck up to the touch.

“it’s hot, you doofus. be careful.” you pouted at him with a frown. “i know that, asshole,” you carefully took the cup into your palms before blowing the hot air escaping through the tiny hole from it. the aroma lingered amazingly through your nostrils—no wonder why izumi loved to buy his own coffee during mornings. just with this scent, the atmosphere was transferred like you were magically sitting in france, near the eiffel tower. a romantic experience indeed. you carefully gave it a few more blows before taking small sips. goddamn it was steaming hot.

“this coffee is tasty, just the right amount of sweetness and bitterness…izumi you really do know your tastes…”

within that compliment does izumi proudly grins, “hmph. well of course, what’s a model with no taste? unlike naru, i rarely eat any sweets to keep my diet balanced in order for my shape to stay perfect. tough thing to do, but it’s pretty much worth it..” he takes another sip of his coffee, avoiding direct eye contact coming from your presence. you let out a small hum, “i can see. however you and arashi-chan do an amazing job when it’s a photoshoot schedule. no wonder you two are often chose as representatives for a school display banner.”

“eh, not really something to be flattered about. besides, aren’t you and naru being really close lately? i’m curious on what’s going on between the both of you…not like i care that is.”

the sudden info izumi leaked cause you quite the surprise, immediately flinching from what he had said—and because of it, a small spill of the coffee you were drinking landed painfully over your palm. “ack! ouch, putangina!”

“putangi-what?!” the perplexed tone izumi held between his voice made you want to chuckle. a small napkin you wiped with to clear the stain off of your palm was placed neatly beside your laptop before you faced izumi with a nervous smile, scratching the nape of your neck as you laughed, “ahaha, sorry about bursting that out all of a sudden…it’s just a habit i grew with, not really a big deal…”

the male cocks an eyebrow up, “habit? oh, you must have a multilanguaged tongue. well that’s amazing.”

“multilingual, izumi-san. i study a lot of different languages most of the time. it begun when i just graduated middle school, i decided to read a lot of english textbooks from europe and even from south asian countries..then until today even after i enrolled in yumenosaki private academy, i’m still practicing..” his eyes were captivated when he listens to you talk about yourself..but just like he said, who was he to care about it? he has other more important business to deal with…probably.

“izumi-san does that really perked up towards your interest?”

“h-hah??” the cut off of his thoughts like a cord. “in your dreams…! i’m a busy person, like hell i would get so interested on a person speaking on different words on their tongues,” is what came out to his reply. yet however you knew he was trying to reject the thought of that.

maybe you should get to tease him more sometimes. besides, maybe a spark could happen between a good looking idol who models and a hard working producer.

ARASHI NARUKAMI

“neuken!”

“ah! ah! ah! y/n-chan~ language~!” arashi’s fingers once again grabbed a piece of chocolate from the tray that sat near the table you two had seated on at the moment, and immediately shoved the dessert right inside of your mouth, shutting you within seconds.

yumenosaki’s garden had really did grown over the years, with the newest fresh bouquet of flowers plastered all over the sides, a beautiful view from the widow of the naked eye, everything was as tidy as it should be. you should mention of how the school garden should be thanking hajime for always taking such good care of the area—the boy was too pure for this world. as much as you’d like to describe more the your favorite spot’s scenery, time was running a little fast for today.

exams were coming up this month in cram lessons, and not only were you troubled with your other school works and incoming projects, but now you also had for trouble studying for the exams. your girlfriend was kind enough to help you out in your studying, yet it looks like you were going to need more than that to easily memorize all of your previous lessons. giggling, arashi softly pats your head with a smile, reassuring you down. “now, now, no need to stress out, y/n-chan, you’ll get there soon. mathematics is hard, i know, but you have to learn these by heart.”

“i get it…but these are so hard to familiarize with i just can’t…” you slumped your head down on the table with a loud groan. “calculus is going to be the end of me. whoever made calculus i hope they rot..”

“c’mon, don’t be like that~ tell you this, if you get to fully study—i’ll treat you to the snack bar you always love to go on dates~! we can even bring mika-chan if he can come along.”

“really??!” a smile stretches towards your expression. arashi was lucky she had hit the jackpot. carrying her face with the support of both of her palms, a cute smile is spotted at the presence of her expression, “then, i need you to study. if you’re able to solve these two problems then i promise after the exams, we’re going to visit there to your favorite snack bar and i’ll even pay for the meals~” the tone in her voice reads a hint of honesty, and this just perks you up even more. not even a second passes, a book was back in your hands and your eyes were focused only on the textbook in hand—understanding your lesson.

“is it finding the root…? or factoring? verdorie, why am i so dumb..?”

“go, go, y/n-chan..! go, go, y/n-chan..!” even with her cheers echoing in the background, it still couldn’t help you immediately memorize the lesson in mind. arashi was cute, supportive, caring, and also very loving—you knew she had always been out of your league upon meeting her and her unit. izumi had always made a big fuss of how she slapped him when they were both younger along with one of the members of trickstar, though after knowing izumi for quite some time you know whose fault really was when she slapped him. typical.

she grew interested of how your tongue is able to speak multiple languages. that is when you curse, however arashi still finds it a unique thing about yourself as the y/n she’s in love with and adores. heck, there were even times where she would bug you to teach her french. but now she wants to know how to speak dutch. arashi endears your multilingual tongue within the bottom of her heart. “if you teach me how to speak dutch, i’ll help you out with your homework~”

“oh come on! that’s not fair…! i’m a busy person at the moment..!” you whined. arashi smiles, heaven sent upon your presence when she yet again shoved another chocolate piece into your mouth, wiping the small chocolate the smudges near the corner of your lips. your face blooms into a red appearance, and with a laugh, arashi lovingly brushes your hair back.

“i know~ but seeing you so flustered is adorable, y/n-chan~”

RITSU SAKUMA

“that’s the wrong note..”

it was the 6th time ritsu had said that. inside the music room where you two sat, the younger sakuma sibling gently instructs your fingers beneath the piano keys, placing where they were supposed to lang upon pressing a note. 5:29pm at yumenosaki’s music room, ritsu had no choice but to ask his older brother if he could use the area so he’ll teach you how to play the piano.

it was simple, as a producer you told to yourself that knowing how to play instruments or beat gadgets are required in order to compose music. you had a strict schedule within yourself, and everybody seemed to know that fully well about you. anzu suggests you shouldn’t really force yourself to learn (you had just finished knowing how to play the guitar thanks to koga, flute thanks to the aoi twins, and violin from rei), though of course, you’re a little stubborn. so this time, you went for ritsu for advice on how to play the piano.

the knights had no certain schedule for this week, so they were off to do whatever they desire. you had already produced to them a couple of many times, so you knew who the members are and what they’re like. the one that left a big impression on you the most was ritsu, a sibling of the leader of undead. he was quiet, always sleepy, and sometimes very teasing, although his skills in singing was amazing despite his appearance. he was very close with one of the student council members, and from time to time during lunch, you and the other female producer would spot him knocked out on the school grounds. due to that you both would hurriedly have to call isara out for help—he was used to it.

you both grew close, and soon enough you labeled him as a good friend. for now. after you learned he was very skilled with the piano, leo was the one who recommended to him to become your instructor, and here you both are now.

the male sighs as he watches you attempt to do the notes right again—no hints of seeing you give up so easily. it was already the late afternoon and he sadly couldn’t continue his nap because he was teaching you at the moment, and at the same moment he stands he was tired. “this won’t do…you need a better tutor that’s suit for this kinds of stuff…” a yawn escapes his lips, “i want to lay down..i hope brother won’t mind if i sleep in his coff—

“bon dieu!”

ritsu flinches from the sudden thud coming from the piano. turning to you, a puzzled look was scanned across his face. was that voice came from you? he wasn’t even sure, that language…was it…french? “y/n-san..?”

“ah, sorry..! that came out unexpectedly…err…” you bashfully covered your mouth with both of your palms. ritsu tilts his head, yet walks back to your side, looking as nonchalant as ever, his face wearing that same look of wanting to slumber. “are you upset..?” he questions, noticing of how you were shaking a little bit. you laughed it off, “i-i’m fine..! sorry, if i worried you. it’s just a small habit i grew with…”

“you mean cursing in other languages?”

you sweatdropped. “yeah…whenever i feel down or just…mad.”

“i see, that’s impressive. so, do you still want to continue learning how to play? or do you wanna stop here for a while? we’ve been here for hours already..” straightforward he is—typical ritsu. “if it doesn’t bother you much, yes i want to keep going…if that’s ok…?”

a smile grows across across ritsu’s cheek, “sure, i’ll teach you more then. make sure to listen attentively now, ok? i’m a little sleepy at the moment since i haven’t slept much from an hour ago, but i’ll still tutor you.” your face contorts into a smile from a concerned expression as he explains his side. you totally forgot…it was important for ritsu to take his daily naps. him and rei’s vampiric disease are one of the main reasons why his body grows weak, and can easily pass out anywhere. if he continues to do this to himself then…

“merde…a-actually maybe you should take a nap first…! ritsu-kun, you shouldn’t really force yourself to teach me, taking a nap is important for yourself after all…” you explained, waving both of your hands in front before he went forward to teaching you. ritsu tilts his head, “huh? you said something funny again, y/n-san. no, it’s quite alright. you needn’t worry about me…it’s almost evening anyways so, i’ll go to sleep sooner or later..i’ll keep teaching you, i still have the energy..”

“you still have the energy?”

“i’m saying i like you…” he still held a normal expression on his face even after saying that, with a faint grin and a soft touch to your fingers that were pressing gently over the piano keys—your eyes went wide when the male scoots closer to your side.

your brain went off for a moment. ‘huh? like me? wait, what does that mean…? hold on…is it…?!?!?’ your thoughts were going completely berserk. a shade of red pops over your face, and within notice ritsu chuckles, “you’re blushing…adorable…”

“are you serious?? you better not be joking, ritsu, i swear i will not hesitate to slap you…!”

“don’t slap me…i’m far too weak to handle that at the moment..” his reply sounded weaker indeed, before a yawn escalates out of his lips.

the evening grew warm between the atmosphere of the both of you, pianos and french love languages from a multilingual tongue of yours to teach. ritsu drew the piano notes, while you wrote the love words.

a/n: hi sorry this took a while, school’s been keeping me busy lately i’m sorry :,} hope everyone didn’t wait long ! aLSO SORRY IF ARASHI’S PART WAS SHORT ToT I DON’T HATE HER I SWEAR, I JUST COULDN’T FIND A PERFECT INSPO FOR HER PLANNED SCENARIO :,>

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[book-girl4evaaa]

OK SO I DO THESE ALL THE TIME IN MY HEAD SO IM GOING TO OVER ANALYSE THIS SONG!

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story, Hamilton

Let me tell you what I wish I'd known/ When I was young and dreamed of glory

- awesome reference to other parts of the show

You have no control/ Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

- sung by the character President Washington, who has had his story told many times over, with no control of it. Basically the embodiment of this quote

President Jefferson/ I'll give him this, his financial system is a work of genius/ I couldn't undo it if I tried/ And I've tried

- this is talking about what Hamilton did, so Im not a fan really

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

- we still don't know who tells Hamiltons story

President Madison/ He took our country from bankruptcy to prosperity/ I hate to admit it/ But he doesn't get enough credit for all the credit he gave us

- he isn't talked about much, despite what he did to America

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story

- who does?

Every other founding fathers' story gets told/ Every other founding father gets to grow old

- his story is hardly ever mentioned

And when you're gone, who remembers your name?/ Who keeps your flame?/ Who tells your story?/ Who tells your story?/ Who tells your story?/ I put myself back in the narrative

- that's the question. When you're gone who will keep your memory alive. When you have no control, who will get to choose how you will be remembered?

(Eliza)

- and now I'm crying. Despite everything that happened, his wife told the world who he was. She needs her own musical imo

I stop wasting time on tears/ I live another 50 years/ It's not enough (Eliza)

- she had a long life and she used it for good, even though she had massive heartbreak throughout.

I interview every soldier who fought by your side/(She tells our story)

- She made everyone's history known! I love Eliza sm I swear

I try to make sense of your thousands of pages of writings/ You really do write like you're running out of time

- cheeky lil reference here, I see you lin Manuel

I rely on Angelica/ While she's alive, we tell your story/ She is buried in Trinity Church near you/ When I needed her most, she was right on time

- they had their differences, but when they needed eachother they were there.

And I'm still not through/ I ask myself, what would you do if you had more time The Lord, in his kindness/ He gives me what you always wanted/ He gives me more time

- reminder, Eliza lost her husband at 40 and lived for 50 more years. She had a lot of time for memories.

I raise funds in D.C. for the Washington Monument/(She tells my story)/ I speak out against slavery

- I cannot express how much of a girlboss she is

You could have done so much more if you only had time

- Hamilton was always moving, always on the go.

And when my time is up, have I done enough?/ Will they tell your story?

- despite everything, she doesn't know if it was good enough

Oh, can I show you what I'm proudest of?/ (The orphanage)/ I established the first private orphanage in New York City/ (The orphanage)/ I help to raise hundreds of children/ I get to see them growing up/ (The orphanage)

- she is so awesome, I can't

In their eyes I see you, Alexander/ I see you every time

- Hamilton's childhood was difficult, and Eliza setting up the orphanage is a way of fixing a problem that he had to go through.

And when my time is up/Have I done enough?/Will they tell your story?

- they didn't, until recently

Oh, I can't wait to see you again/It's only a matter of time

- *breaks into tears again*

Will they tell your story? (Time)/Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? (Time)/Will they tell your story? (Time)/Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

- The question we all deal with. Does anything outlive us, really, truly outlive us, beyond tears?

Thank you very much! This has been Bea rambling about a song!

[pureewhitesnow]

Heheee you were one of the chosen ones! Ask chain be upon youu! No pressure tho :3

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers.

AHH !! ive been blessed ... thank you <3

5 Things that make me happy ..? Alot but i'll sum it up ;

1. Art in general , it has been my special interest in quite some time , i think 8 ~ 10 years ..? My family and environment support this dear hobby of mine , and with art .. i can make anything come to life , y'know ? it's ... a simple but powerful talent to hold on to <3

2. Music , music all the way !! i sleep with music or ambiance playing to calm myself down , and when i draw , when i play games , i'd always ... ALWAYS have music with me

3. Everyone i've met and the people / things i cherish / look up to . Even though my insane brain brings obstacles like making off - putting scenarios of them , they make me happy ... like a seretonin in disguise ... it's the reason i look up to them and cherish them <3

4. All the nice things people say to me ...? It's hard to think of something , but all the nice words people say whether they know me or not has been the reason for me to keep going ... i don't want the atmosphere to be sentimental all of a sudden , but ... they encourage me to love what i love , draw what i want , and all those ... nice things . their words flow like a wind that pushes me to keep running for that dream , y'know ? <3

5. This sounds REALLY stupid , but you know what ? Yashio Rui and Morfonica . i don't think i would find true happiness if it weren't for them ... i've never been this active in consuming my interest , but in a way , monica crosses the line ... and the only thing i've been watching and listening to has been monica , monica , monica ... even the live - band !! i love them all very dearly , they've pulled me out of the dark hole that is my life . *they* are the ones that make me happiest , especially rui . i really don't know what and how fate decided she would be a character i cherish , i'm still looking for the answer ... but she's the one that makes me happy , and when i feel down , i'd kindly ask my friends to send me icons and pictures of rui , just her in general ... she brings comfort , and i genuinely don't know how and why , but it's alright cuz i love her and her band utmost dearly ... and now i'm rambling like some stupid millennial about their high - school days ...

ENOUGH ME RAMBLING !! if you're that down to hear me infodump about rui go friend me on discord while also specify who you are ; [ somnusviolin ] ( jeez moth you and your shameless promotion )

this is so funny but embarrassing ... and it's ok i love what i love

not too sure if i want to send this to other peeps , but i really need to socialize ... i'll give it a shot ..!!

[obitv]

thanks for 200 followers! have this :3

during the timeskip, william and vyncent decide to go dancing.

read on ao3 here!

You really need to learn to think before you speak. Like, now. Yesterday, even! Any point that was before right fucking now!

Inviting Vyncent to hang out outside the base? Sure, normal. You've been staying in the rubble of the old base for a few weeks now and it's still... unsettling. And you live together, of course hanging out is normal! Trying to experience normal teenage things now that you two have some downtime? Yes, sure! Normal!

Asking Vyncent if he wants to go clubbing? NOT. NORMAL.

He asks you to explain yourself. Of course. Because you really had to put your foot in your mouth there.

"It's, uh- A nightclub? A bunch of people our age go there to... dance? And there's music and drinks? It's- You don't have to go, I was just throwing it out there, ha,  mean I've never even gone-"

"Cool. Sounds fun! When do we go?"

Oh, you're so fucked.

--

You find a nightclub. Or- Less find, more remember - totally not because you'd fantasised about this for days or anything, but because after Harlem brought you to one you went find which club he had been in, and subsequently memorise any other places you could possibly go, if you ever wanted to. Just to avoid him.

The infinitely worse part is when you spend far too long fretting about outfits. You spare a brief thought to wish you could talk to your old friends right now, but you manage to scrounge up something.. nicer than your usual. Tight ripped jeans you pretend you didn't steal from Ashe, indie band tee from some show you went to when you were 14, a worn dark leather jacket. And- Eyeliner. A little. You also pretend you don't remember much from Ashe's rambles about makeup, but that advice stuck with you.

You do not tell Vyncent about the unofficial dress code, and yet he picks up on it anyway. Probably keyed in when you started scrabbling through the rubble to pull that jacket out of what remains of your closet.

"Will? Do I need to.. dress differently?"

You will your voice not to squeak miserably. You fail. "N-o..? You- I'm sure how you usually dress is ok, y'know, they don't REALLY have a dress code? You- you'll be fine. Probably. Uh- Definitely. Totally... fine."

"There's a DRESS CODE?"

Which is how you end up standing next to a shirtless Vyncent Sol with a pile of clothes in front of you. If you had told the you from 6 months ago about this, he probably would've passed out on the spot. You aren't doing much better yourself.

You're trying very hard not to ask why, exactly, Vyncent owns low rise jeans. You're trying in general not to acknowledge that at all, actually, which is thankfully made slightly easier as Vyncent put those on BEFORE coming to ask you what to wear, so you didn't have to give any input on them. It's not like they're excessively tight or anything, just- He's not wearing a shirt. And Vynce may not be packed with muscle like Dakota but he isn't as stick thin as you and- You have eyes, ok!

But you are using those eyes for a much more acceptable task - helping Vyncent pick a shirt. So that he stops being all... That. You've narrowed the pile down to just two options before your brain melts and you tell him that "both- both of those are fine!" while mentally patting yourself on the back for almost making a full sentence after that whole ordeal.

You head outside before you can make a bigger fool of yourself, climbing through the rubble of the entrance and letting the cool evening air refresh your brain while you still can. Winter is quickly settling into the city, and you definitely aren't wearing enough layers to be out right now. You hope the walk can warm you up.

Vyncent comes up next to you right when you start having to fight back shivers. Bastard never even notices the cold, something about being used to higher altitudes. That's... something you should ask more about, probably. Not tonight though. Tonight is not a night for potentially emotional conversations.

Aside from your wandering thoughts, the walk is nice. The chill clears a bit with exercise and good company, and your jitters. Vyncent seems excited, thankfully, even if he's definitely out of his comfort zone. But so are you! Which makes this... maybe count as a bonding experience. If all goes to shit you can share the misery, and if things go well... Well. You can always hope.

You end up in a part of town that's still bustling even this late in the evening. Music and conversations blend together into one, filling the air. There's even colourful lights strung up between the buildings, almost making up for the lack of stars. Vyncent is looking all around at them - and you realise for all you guys went out together before, none of your patrols or explorations had taken him to this part of the city before, at least not after dark. You give yourself a moment to admire him - the lights here probably wash you out, but the faint colours reflect off his eyes and almost make them sparkle.

Before he notices you, you grab his arm and gesture to one of the open doorways nearby. A neon sign reading FERDINAND'S flashes above it, and together you walk over.

The music hits you as soon as you get near the door, a pulsing wave of bass from the speakers, and you spare a moment to turn back to where Vyncent is trailing behind you, still faintly starstruck.

"Hey, Vynce. You- just let me know if you wanna leave, ok? If it sucks we can just go home and watch a movie."

His gaze snaps to you, and he takes a breath. Straightens his posture a bit, like he's preparing to go into a fight, which you try not be amused by. He shakes his arm out of your loose grip and smiles at you. "Yeah, yeah. I still wanna check it out though!"

So in you go.

-

Clubbing... isn't something you have much experience with. You'd planned to go out, before, but you left Deadwood too early to really go anywhere. And the time with Harlem scared you out of trying to go anywhere while he could be around, so really your experience is limited to, uh. Next to nothing? So sue you for not knowing what to expect.

It's loud, for one. Obviously, but it's not loud in a bad way, just in a way that lets you feel the beat all the way in your bones, in a way that leaves little room for thought other than the beat. It's much warmer in here, though still not as crowded as you'd feared. Come to think of it, you're not sure what day of the week it is? But it's clearly not peak. The bar is crowded, sure, but it's barely two people deep at worst, and there's even free seats.

You hesitate to leave Vyncent, but when you gesture at a booth and then at the bar he seems to get the idea. He heads to get a table, and you go to grab yourself the drink you're definitely going to need to keep your head around here. You don't plan on drinking much, if any more than just one, but a little liquid courage feels like it'd be nice right around now. You order your beer, look back at Vynce, and order a second in case he wants it. You probably should've asked before he left.

You get them quickly though, and weave your way across the floor to reach him. He's still staring at everything, and it almost makes you wonder how the fuck you two had gotten past the bouncer. He takes one of the bottles out of your hands, but scrunches his nose up after sniffing it and puts it down on the table closer to you. That answers that, then.

Overall, it's a nice club. More of a pub on this level than a nightclub, really, but you know there's a proper dance floor around somewhere. The music is good, too, nothing too overplayed, and a fair bit you've never even heard before.

"I thought you said there'd be dancing?"

It's almost hard to hear him over the music, but you have to admit it's true. You brace yourself, throwing back the last of your drink, and stand up.

"C'mon! It's, uh, over this way, I think?" Fucking Vyncent and his elf hearing doesn't have any trouble with hearing you over the noise, getting up and walking with you before you resorted to getting really close for him to hear you.

Whatever. The dance floor is downstairs from the main bar, and- Wow. There's definitely more people down here, but still blessedly not packed. You hadn't considered that- well- There'd be other people here.

Vyncent, though, perks up. He was a pretty good dancer back at the party you won't ever talk about, now that you think about it. It's definitely a similar vibe, just less possessed highschoolers and more drunk college students. He's much less reserved than you, immediately heading to join the dancers while you hang back and watch.

The music is different down here, but still not bad. There's multicoloured lights shining all over the main floor, catching on people's hair, clothes, eyes, and Vyncent is... fucking stunning. He's in a league of his own out there. Going from partner to partner and somehow, he's just as amazing as he is in combat. You had assumed most of his skill had come from the whole possession deal back at the party, but this is actually him choosing. No tangos on this floor, but that doesn't put a dampener on him at all.

There's a break in the music, eventually. Vyncent comes back to where you're lurking, panting but smiling. He's gorgeous. Someone's body glitter has rubbed off on him, somehow, and the cascade of lights makes him glow. You haven't seen him this- happy, since before everyone left.

It's a.. scary thought. You want him to be able to be this happy forever, and in this moment you'd do anything he asked if he kept smiling at you like that. So, of course, when he holds his hand out to you and asks you to dance, you say yes.

Seriously. Think before you say things, Wisp! But Vyncent's hand is warm in yours, and you're just buzzed enough to not feel like hundreds of eyes are pinned to your every move, and the music is shaking your bones with every beat. To be fair, you've wanted this for... far longer than you'd like to admit.

You faintly recognise whatever song is playing. It's fast, and is probably going to be burned into your brain forever, because you are dancing with Vyncent fucking Sol.

[this is where i'll be, so heavenly, so come and dance with me, michael]

He drops your hand once you're properly in the crowd, which is a shame, but he starts dancing and you try to mimic him and others around you. It's easier than you'd thought, to not worry about the other people around you. Whenever you'd pictured something like this, you'd underestimated how it'd feel to really be here, with Vyncent watching you and laughing, seemingly carefree.

You think he's never looked more beautiful than he does right now. You desperately want to tell him, so, so desperately, but instead you let yourself laugh with him, moving closer to the beat. You're moving in an imitation of some formal dance, a back and forth just between yourselves. It's impossible to stop smiling at him now that you've started, and maybe you're happier than you've been in a long time too.

It's- a bit of a blur, after that. There are times where Vyncent reaches a hand out to you and you dance together like that, a raver's waltz. He spins you a few times, and you're breathless with laughter after each one. You step out for a break, and Vyncent goes between various partners - but for once you don't feel that stab of jealousy, because his eyes keep darting back to you and he smiles wider each time. At some point, both of you end up mostly standing still in the middle of it all, giddy with infectious joy, with you leaning against his chest and his hand on your shoulder.

You look up at him then, and your faces are so, so close- in a crowded room, where anyone could bump into you... The temptation to just lean up and kiss him is almost unbearable. You could always brush it off as an accident if you had to - or you'd finally have something you've wanted for months. it's tantalising, having that choice dangled in front of you.

Before you can really do more than begin to lean in, though, Vyncent's eyes flicker away from your face and to the door. You'd almost missed it, because you were definitely paying more attention to his lips than his eyes, and you look away, guilt starting to eat into you.

He says something then, but your hearing's gone to shit right now so he gives up and untangles himself from you. He points at the door, then tilts his head at you in a clear question. We leaving now?

You... can't believe you almost did that. You nod at him, struck dumb by your thoughts. Outside, the sudden lack of noise feels almost like a physical weight being lifted, while the freezing temperature is like a slap in the face. You stumble forward into Vyncent, and he steadies you while you shiver and try calling a cab, because no fucking way are you walking home like this.

Home, ha. You know full well that Vyncent is more your home now than any building could be. Even if you keep almost fucking things up - the thought of not having him there is almost too much to bare.

But, for now, you have him. His arm around your shoulders again, trying to keep you warm while you wait for your cab, and the knowledge that when you wake up in the morning, he'll still be there. Neither of you are going anywhere.

[syrips]

hello im gonna pin this post

hello my name is Syrips, im a super duper simp and simp/self-insert enabler for others who love strahd or any cos/ravenloft/fictional characters

im 28, but i sometimes say im thirty as a vague response because its easier and faster to say (or safer to say to strangers)

i think i am autistic but i am currently only self-diagnosed; i plan to tell my doctors once i compile a binder of reasons why i think im autistic based on noted events in my childhood, behavior, and my reflected perspective on things in pages of charts and text which is a totally neurotypical thing to do

im genderfluid and i am fine with any and all pronouns (different people may use different/changing/fluid pronouns on me, i am completely fine with this)

im polyamorous and pansexual/panromantic, i gush over games that have polyamory/pan options!!

i have huge CoS/Ravenloft spoilers so please, PLEASe do not enter unless you are fine with being spoiled with all kinds of content. i also wont explain what is or isnt 'canon' because, well, some things may be canon for one person, while potential/not-canon for another, so i really cannot confirm or deny it myself.. ask your DM for confirmation! (and for my players who are here, hehe, goodluck figuring it out!)

i do music, art, crafting, and streaming sometimes, here is my linktree: https://linktr.ee/syrips

please 'ask'/message/send me any and all of your curse of strahd and/or ravenloft works of art! this can include these and more!:

playlists

moodboards

art/portfolio/link to your art or artblog

pages of your OC/PC/dnd lore (both player and DM welcome)

campaign/session notes and storytime

canon and potential-/home-/head-canon dumps

narrations/imagines/ao3/google docs/fanfic/fic writings

cool crafts!!

i crave it more than strahd craves blood, please and thank you!

you can also send me stuff and let me know if you want me to gush/simp over it, provide advice, or simply acknowledge it (publicly or privately)! let me know in advance cuz i dont want to make you uncomfortable with what you share

i have no limits on triggering fictional content, just make sure to tw it properly if it is sensitive content for others

my Ask thingy is always open, i may ramble alot if i get passionate enough though so be warned! hehe

ok goodbye ill edit or change this whenever idk

Edit Entry 1 - 11th Moon, 2023

for context, keita/raze (he/him) is my irl partner. he's been a simp for alucard (castlevania) longer than i've begun simping for strahd. i only discovered this years into the relationship when we watched castlevania (where i expected to be a bigger simp for castlevania), and instead HE made high pitch simping noises as alucard appeared on the screen and i was like -sus eyes- wait a GOSH DARN MINUTE-. also, keita has a thing for necks. i shrugged it off when he first told me, but years later i started simping for strahd and now i look back at that moment like 'hm. odd.-'. anyways, i mostly started dating him because he sounds like a kermit the frog southern guy who goes 'howdy howdy' and he says 'i should be golden' unironically and i think thats pretty funny

i tag stuff as #making a keita tag so when keita presses this he can see all the stuff that he likes so that i can organize stuff and incase he ever decides to poke around my blog and use this tag search within my blog

Edit Entry 2 and 3 - 12th Moon, 2023

syrips OC/PC list (loosely alphabetical)

Other People's Adored OC/PC list (loosely alphabetical)

Edit Entry 4 - 7th Moon, 2024

hi huge warning that im fucking WEIRD. like i know people may enjoy the idea of me for entertainment/indulgence purposes but please please. if you ask/tell me to do something, i will 90%-chance take it seriously and respond bluntly/directly. please take my warnings seriously and please please interact with me responsibly!!

and i already know some would be like, 'oh syrips people always say that. they wanna act unique/special by calling themselves weird'. like. thats fair if people dont believe that but please dont be surprised when freakos start feeling more comfortable/vulnerable around you and you become shocked. like. stop trying to shame/blame freakos for what they've warned since the beginning. please, it's hurtful and disrespectful.

my asks are always open, be as blunt/direct as you want. most of my cws will be with "cw: " before it. let me know if you want me to cw tag something!

i use the #be cringe be free tag for weirdos/freakos/happy/indulgent stuff. this can include stuff that isnt 'cringe', and/or cringe we embrace. it's okay to be cringe. it's okay to say cringe culture is dead. it's okay to not see things as cringe. it's okay to embrace the cringe. it's okay to indulge, to be your favorite version of you. it's okay to indulge, even if it's unfamiliar/scary. i use the tag for moments of doing what makes you happy, regardless if youre unfamiliar with that indulgent feeling. be cringe be free!!