#reblog if you want to hear my singed theory

[mistresscitrusslice]

Crack theory: either Ekko is supporting Ambessa or Mel is alive

If it’s not one, it has to be the other. Slightly exaggerated, but that’s what I think. Ambessa in the trailer says, “Your Council is dead!” Who is she talking to?

So, it just occurred to me: Ambessa in the trailer says, “Your Council is dead!” Who is she talking to?

My first thought would be that she’s talking to whoever is next in charge (ie. the backup gov) since the Council is no longer with us, R.I.P. 🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦

But who would that be? Would it be Heimerdinger since even though he’s not officially next in line, he’s still the one with most knowledge and a founder?

I’ve long held a theory that Caitvi and their strike team, Ambessa, Ekko and the Firelights, Heimer, and Singed (long story) are going to be working together to hunt down Jinx. (Also that Ekko and Vi and Firelights will eventually break from this alliance and work with Jinx instead, but irrelevant to this convo)

We know from the teasers he comes back with Ekko, so maybe that’s how the alliance is forged? Maybe it’s not only an alliance in the manhunt, but also in governance. Ekko is probably not too involved in the governance part, but it would amusing to see him somehow unwillingly end up alongside Piltover’s ivory tower.

Back to the point.

Perhaps that’s why it looks like the enforcers and Noxians are so collaborative in the trailers. Even without a government, you’d think a coup would have more pushback and it would take longer to get the two militaries working together even once the takeover is complete.

Moreover, if it were a total coup, the enforcers would not be the ones patrolling the streets and acting as law enforcement; it would be the Noxian soldiers. It’s not like it would take long to bring more soldiers over from Noxus. They literally have teleportation. Even if it were a total coup AND Piltovan enforcers were still trusted to act as law enforcement under Ambessa’s rule, they wouldn’t be wearing enforcer uniforms; they’d be wearing Noxian uniforms.

Mel’s flashback established that Ambessa leaves no trace of the previous government. She rules through fear and oppression. Mel is the one who would let the enforcers keep their outfits to give the people a sense of comfort and show as little malice as possible in their takeover. Ambessa would literally leave no enforcers alive. Or if she did, there’s no way they’d be trusted to work alongside her own soldiers, let alone in their original garb.

Someone with sufficient authority must have organized a truce so that a complete coup could not have happened. Caitlyn does not have that authority.

HENCE. Either Heimerdinger and Ekko are reluctantly supporting Ambessa or Mel is alive and in her mother’s ear.

[tmamcufnafandutareonmymind]

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE THEORY

I THINK I KNOW WHO THE OPERA WOMAN IS!!!!!!!!

so if you haven't listened to mama, or if you haven't seen the trailer titled "opera" then i suggest going and doing that first, because these will be the center of my theory, however i am going to paste images of what im talking about here, so you can get away without it.

the facts

now mama by my chem is about a soldier with a strained relationship with his mother and trying to apologize before he dies, we can glean this from these particular lines

and of course the mother feels the same way

and this line is specifically delivered with a classical singing style, you know what's a classical singing style

opera.

and this woman

looked like she was going to sing opera to the men in front of her, and her mouth made the movement, but instead we hear a distorted semi terrifying scream instead.

we also know that this city got destroyed in a war, but the question is a war with who?

now i specifically want to draw attention to the phrase "starved to death in a land of plenty"

in the words of MoonBoots4600 on reddit "Its actually a direct copy of a banner carried in the 1931 Unemployed March when families were dying despite being in the "land of the free""

(original banner)

the new tour trailer have imagery reminiscent of fascism, if this fascist government was limiting people rights, and causing the death and starvation of civilians, there would be an uprising? would there not. so i prepouse this.

the theory

i believe that the mother of the narrator in mama is actually the opera woman. the opera woman works for the government, and the son is apart of the rebellion. when the son dies this affect the rebellion strongly, and the mother must report this to the men seen in the video. the screaming is a metaphor for her grief as she tell the government what has happened, despite her neutral expression, she is angered for her son has died.

(i normally don't ask for reblogs but on this i am begging, i need people to see this and give me some second opinions. please reblog)

[marvelmaniac715]

If you haven’t seen the entirety of Wicked (and by that I mean both acts) please scroll away because I’ll be discussing a major spoiler for the second act and my thoughts on it. If you know about the twist in Act 2, scroll below the cut to hear me yap about my theory:

I’m convinced that, particularly in the movie, the Wizard is fully aware that he’s Elphaba’s father. My reasoning for this begins with the idea that Madame Morrible is already aware, because when she offers to tutor Elphaba in magic and Elphaba says that her father (the Governor) would not approve, Madame Morrible simply says “I’ll handle your father” then a few lines later, she brings up the Wizard and says “I’ll write straight at once to the Wizard, tell him of you in advance.”

I reckon that letter was along the lines of “remember that Governor’s wife you slept with years ago? She got pregnant and had a green baby - your green baby - and now she’s at Shiz and she’s got lots of magic”.

Because when the Wizard sees Elphaba, he instantly knows to go towards the green girl instead of Glinda (and he calls Glinda ‘Belinda’ so he clearly couldn’t give less of a fuck about her) and for a split second he looks at Elphaba like he really, truly knows her. That’s when he does the coin trick (very much a corny dad magic trick) and shows the two girls his little Oz model which already contains a green Elphaba figure. The Wizard sings about always longing to be a father, and treating each citizen of Oz as son or daughter, and this is standard manipulation, it’s highly possible that he doesn’t know he’s already a father.

But at the very least, he must have some understanding that Elphaba and the Governor of Munchkinland don’t have the best bond, which would justify the paternal angle of his manipulation, as well as his offer that Elphaba could have a home with him in the Emerald City, with the added bonus of Glinda (sorry, ‘Belinda’) staying with them.

Madame Morrible is clearly the Wizard’s confidant, since they planned the flying monkey scheme together - backed up by the focus on levitation in Elphaba’s lessons - and she would know that a child born from two different worlds would be powerful, and would also probably know that the Wizard is a fraud, so it makes perfect sense for Elphaba’s true paternity to be a part of the longterm plan to at the very least give the Wizard an heir for after he dies who actually has power so his legitimate right to rule wouldn’t be questioned after he was gone.

This is just a theory based on my interpretation of Wicked Part 1, and even if my theory is correct it doesn’t make me hate the Wizard any less, if anything it makes me hate him more for being a manipulative asshole, which is strange because I’m normally incapable of hating any character played by Jeff Goldblum because he seems like such a nice guy. Please do reblog with more suggestions because I really want to talk some more about Wicked.

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Thank you post #3

I think the tag limit is 5... so that's how many people I will tag.

Main post

all of these mentions are PH related

@vilandel

I'm honestly not sure if I told you this or not, but it was such a big moment I will repeat myself. When I got my first review from you I was studying for a big test, which I had the next day (Yes a test on Saturday... uni sucks). I got so emotional I told my colleague we need to take a break, because I'm too happy to think 😂. All of your reviews are so detailed and you go in depth with your analysis. You also have amazing theories about what may happen and I always need to stop myself to not confirm when you're right. Truly when I started getting your reviews it really felt like I was doing something right with the fic.

I'm so happy you asked me about tumblr in your comments and that you joined us here as well. It's been lovely getting to know you and now we also share the Vox Machina brainrot 😂.

@yellowgreendinno

I honestly don't even remember how we started interacting but we just did and it clicked. We laugh we joke and it makes me so proud that you adore my silly hispanic siblings. That video you made of BC characters, Styx and the siblings singing is still one of my favorite, such as your arts. You also leave comments under my illustrations or reblog them. I always love hearing your opinions on them 🥺 Be it fan girling about Helena or crying about whatever Nozel did. I'm also always honored when you include the Drazels in your quotes.

@hybridanafrost

We also talked quite early on and you were always so nice and sweet to me, supporting me in the OC environment in which I didn't feel confident. I remember when I asked you how would use affectionately call a mischievous child in Spanish and you said monita. That's how Helena calls her youngest sister Cecilia now.

Thanks for that 💕

@marune2

Marune you always support my art, PH and my little one shots here. You're so sweet and always have something nice to say. I can see how passionate you are about your stories here.

@artistic-endchamber

I want to talk here about that comment you left under PH and how meaningful it was to me. You said that I managed to show the cold, negative patterns that Nozel canonically displays and it was the biggest compliment I could get, because this was my point. To analyse his character, his behavior and make sense of it, explain the changes happening behind the scenes of BC.

And simply you saying that you love their story means so much 🥺

that's off PH, but I always love your posts, how excited and passionate you are 💕

[bhaalitsm]

⠂⠀⠀⠀Hero show 醒めないでよ DOKIDOKI 抱きしめて oki doki 視線は heart Hit する sing a song LA LA LA love⠀⠀⠀ ⠂

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⭒ .⠀Klan Children of Bhaal⠀⠀ㅤㅤ⟢ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤshe/he/thou ⠀ㅤ⏖⠀ㅤ20. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BPD ﹒ DID ﹒ AUT

⠂⠀⠀⠀Hibikaseru izure sumikko no innen o subete Hazama nureru hodo ni imi o koboshite tsutaeta Nokori tamae...sono "shimi" ⠀⠀⠀ ⠂

══╬  Hi! You can call me Dikke or Di, please don't use plural terms unless prompted, I prefer to see myself as a person with DID rather than just as a system. My disorders are influential but I don't want them to define me ─ I am only interested in interacting with 17+ people who are not chronically online, if the discourse can't exist in the real world I really don't want to hear about it . . . my system is very persecutor heavy, introjects are not their sources, etc etc etc. I am an OA cult survivor so tag content around that for me if we're muts!   🌾    ) I have a lot of interests, some of them being : anything horror related, dead by daylight, attack on titan, attack on time, uma musume pretty derby, fear and hunger, atarashii gakko, baldurs gate, skylanders, hotd/got, the boys, idv, coryxkenshin, reverse 1999, brain rot mascot horror, dandys world, cod, figure collecting, until dawn, mouthwashing, and more obviously 𓂃🚬 I kin Brian and Stewie Griffin and I'm kinda like if Charlie from smiling friends was mentally unwell, my friends describe me as "a frat boy if he was a lesbian." I'm also a wasian jew and do talk abt sinophobia in online western spaces sometimes so erm . . . . my prns.cc and carrd

⠀⠀⠀⠀ꕀ some frequent frontiers of mine are ; 🍾 Avery, me, the host ︵ she/him Levi, the addicted one, trauma holder ︵ he/him Emil, the dogist boy, trauma holder ︵ he/wag Acunín, 11 year old elf, prpr ︵ he/thon Merithe, my nicest alter, cohost ︵ she/hx Homelander, exactly how he sounds, trauma holder ︵ he/him ᛝ🧺 I am diagnosed, my alter count is around 11. I'm not here to debate syscourse I'm more interested in making sure misinfo for CDDs isn't spread- yes, this includes the 'I'm 12 and have 1400 distinct alters and also have hcdid' this isn't meant to be mean, I support self diagnosis but some of the claims I see, mostly said by minors who aren't very educated in the disorder they claim confidently to have bother the hell out of me, like just don't include the disordered part PLEASE if you parrot antisemitic conspiracy theories as opposed to using updated terminology like OA just don't interact with me, I'm a cult survivor and I'm not gonna surround myself with peoples who's main source of info is satanic panic.

𐏐With the serious stuff out of the way, here's some more abt me! My flags are below (ask if you don't recognize any) as well as some user boxes that are silly I also occasionally reblog terms/flags I identify with check #⚢ My IDS

If you made it down here let's be friends! I need to interact with more adults w DID/OSDD etc ♡⃕ ⠀⠀⠀  🧟‍♂️    ) I do NOT have a DNI, if anything makes me uncomfortable I will just block and move on like a regular person <3

[drarryloadingdot3]

drarry loading…

Hello to anyone reading this!

This Drarry themed blog was created by me a few days ago, in a fit of both inspiration and desperation 🫶

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To start off with a little something about me! You can call me Dorothea, which is my Tumblr name! (Nicknames such as Dot and Dee are okay!)

I am a minor, under the age of 18 and 14+. That’s all you really need to know, for now 😁 I use she/her pronouns, and I’m LGBTQIA+ and proud of it. If you have issues with that, why are you even here, reading the intro post of a Drarry themed blog?

… get out of here, queerphobes 😘

Okay, so! I recently made myself an account on Archive of our own, more commonly known as ✨Ao3✨, in the hopes of starting to post my own works on there. I have countless ideas already and have had them for a while now. They’re stored safely in the mess which is my forgetful brain, and a few of them also in my Notes app (I bet they all take up about half of my storage by now, haha 😅).

Earlier, I have had no way of posting them anywhere, since I am not allowed any form of social media 😬 No, I’m technically not allowed not Tumblr either, and not Ao3 (aren’t strict parents just so lovely?)

But I’m extremely tired of having my creativity limited because of this, so you know what? I’ve decided I don’t really care anymore! 😜

And here I am now, planning a huge project… I don’t know if I’ll ever achieve this dream, but I am willing to try my best. If you are willing to follow me on that journey, stay tuned and bear with me! 👇🏻

What I have in mind is a Drarry fanfiction, a story playing out post-war in Draco and Harry’s eighth year at Hogwarts. What I like most about my idea is that it has loads of plot, not just fluff and smut for the sake of the relationship working out. No, this story will be more than that, and I’m so excited at the thought of sharing it with other people! 🥰

I am quite torn on a few points at the moment. I am so afraid of forgetting about this whole idea, which would be devastating to say the least, because I have huge parts of the story already planned out in my head! But I’m also scared that if I share too much details this early on in the process, people might steal a bit or perhaps all of my theories to use for their own fanfics. As for now, I really want to write this thing myself, but if I can’t manage to do so I might request someone else to write it for me in the future. Hm, well, that’s a question for another day. If I suddenly lose all motivation 🤷‍♀️

There are a lot of flaws in this plan, just so y’all know. I need to figure out where to write my story (my storage is full as it is… 😬👍), and I need to properly figure Ao3 out. I need to make sure people find this blog, so to anyone who reads this, please reblog to share with others! I am often struggling with motivation to write, to do pretty much anything. I go to school and also have singing lessons and band practice many days of the week. So yeah, my schedule is pretty full. I have no idea how I’ll manage to find the time to write my fic, and I also don’t know what might happen to my account or even my access to a phone. Writing this fic will be risky, I will lose motivation and take long breaks, probably, I will need to find time to write where there is none… ugh, it’ll be tricky, to say the least.

What I need most of all from whoever is ready to follow me on this journey, is lots and lots of patience. There might be days where I yap and you don’t want to read, there might be months where you don’t hear from me at all. But please know I’m trying ☺️ And if anyone has any writing tips to share, especially tips on how to take time to write, how to layout a writing schedule and how to not lose motivation, feel free to share whenever! Thank you in advance 🙏

I don’t know, this fic and this blog might be a shot in the dark… I’m praying that someone will see this and gain interest.

Here’s a poll for you! I will give it one week. If the poll below shows positive responses and gets many votes, I might even share a few snippets of my writing in a near future! Just so you all know exactly what it is you’re signing up for… if my past teachers and my mother are to trust, my writing is actually not that bad 🙃

If I’m happy with the responses I get from this poll, I will share some of my writing and also make new polls! I will share more about what my fic idea is about, and soon enough I will actually begin my project!

[beckmessering]

Hey, new to your blog and to opera, and first of all I want to thank you for sharing all your informative, comprehensive and entertaining takes with us. Theatre fandom is so much richer for it! Secondly, I wondering if I might trouble you for some resource recommendations and some advice r.e. understanding opera technically and artistically as a newcomer to the genre. Myself, I only have highschool/College rudimentary orchestral (flute) skills and sadly cannot write music, sightread or sing well (would love to and have tried in the past to teach myself, but it's very difficult and hasn't...really taken well), so while I enjoy so much of the opera music to which I've been exposed, I feel so much is going over my head. What's more, though I have a theatre degree and poetry qualifications, my background is more performance Art and modern non-musical stage, so again I feel I'm missing so much nuance as I take in opera and the glitzy mad world around it. One of my tentative goals is to one day write a libretto, so it's important to me to figure it all out, however I know this will potentially be a long process. The podcasts Opera After Dark and Aria Code have helped somewhat with my understanding, but more knowledge and simpler breakdowns can only help more. Am interested in particular to know how you'd approach educating someone in opera, as you are so well-versed. In about a month I'm going to a screening of Rheingold, which is very much the scary deep end for me (I'm a fluffy French opera fan), so I'd like to go in forearmed haha. Thank you so much for reading and for your content, looking forward to the new season!

hey hey! first of all, sorry for taking half a century to respond to this ask - this is so sweet of you to say, i'm really touched 🥹

about the advice - first, to all the opera friends who see this, feel free to reblog with your own advice and ideas! i don't feel like the most qualified advice giver (lol) because for much of my knowledge, i don't quite remember how i got it. i played classical piano for twelve years, but i never "properly" studied operas anywhere, so most of my learning is and was autodidactic. i think i spent a lot of time on the internet reading interviews with my favourite singers. i also once joined an opera club/society at my university, where i learned more about practical aspects of rehearsals and performing. if you have the chance, going to any kind of open rehearsal is also great to learn about how music, staging, and acting end up together. then, it kind of depends on what you specifically want to discover about the operas you hear, whether it's music theory or aspects of stagings, etc.

i think i can say a bit, though, about how to approach a first-time rheingold (or a first-time wagner?). the most important thing is: the veil of seriousness that seems to surround wagner operas does not exist. at least it doesn't exist for me. it can be no less funky and fun than any other kind of opera. especially rheingold.

it depends a bit from which side you're more prone to approaching something: if you enjoy analysing music to get closer to it or if you feel you have to get closer to it first in order to want to analyse it. i am of the second type, which means i try to drop all worries before going to see something new and approach it with a "yeehee fun!!" mindset. something i find extremely worthwhile in wagner operas, especially because the words and the story are so old, is putting yourself in the characters' shoes and treating them as if they were real people. this helps if you tend to look at everything through the emotional lens - feeling emotionally close to the story in some way, either through understanding the relationships or properly relating, can help with appreciating the music and developing an understanding of why it was written this way. i'm no huge music analyst by choice myself, though, i have to admit. however, rheingold specifically is a very fun opera because it illustrates its own setting quite nicely with the music - there's a lot of atmosphere in the music and there's a lot of tone painting going on, like music that sounds like diving through a river, giant threatening footfalls, sounds of a smithy, and such. several of these reappear multiple times throughout the opera, so one thing i enjoyed playing around with while and after my first ring cycle was this playlist:

it has all the ring leitmotifs the heart desires and it's quite fun to play auditory bingo with them - you can either listen before you go or afterwards and then check out a recording.

as you were in orchestra, perhaps buying/borrowing a score and reading along would also be an option for you? i do this only for the works that really, really interest me, but i feel it does wonders for the amount of things i hear in the music, especially for wagner, because sometimes you can recognise motifs by sight on the page first and then you actually hear them better. i'd suggest doing this after the screening, though, if you liked it.

i'm not sure if this advice is any good, lmao - if you have any more questions, absolutely don't hesitate to be in touch! :) hope that rheingold goes well (which one will you be seeing, btw?) and i'd be curious to find out your opinion at the end!! :D

[halfdeadwallfly]

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✨

!!! (I realized too late this is five things, ten ppl :(((( sorry abt that one.... Feel free not to read but I wanted to talk abt them haha )

My acappella group--- I was in a lot of groups and things in high school, and I listened to a lot of sentimental graduation talks about people finding their home and their family in those places. It always made me so sad, because I never did. But even though I'm not close friends with everyone in acappella now, I already feel so much more comfortable and at home with it already than I ever did in high school. I love the people all so much, and I'm so happy to be around them every time we go to rehearsal and every time we perform. Being in acappella has been the highlight of my year honestly, and I'm so grateful for it. I love the music, I love to direct and lead and sing, and the people are just so so so kind. Genuinely. Even when I feel anxious or stressed or I feel like I need to hide, I know that I can work through it, because I really just trust that outside of my own social anxiety, these people are kind and genuine. I love them so much and being around them makes me so happy.

Making flower chains -- pure pure fun. Can do anything you like during. Or nothing. Listen to a podcast. Listen to the buggies. Like down. Run around. Frolick. I love finding a good patch of flowers with long stems, esp if there's multiple kinds, and just really investing myself in them. You can find little buggies and greet them and love them so much when you are in the grass and such, and it is super nice to see them all. My favorites are rolly pollies but I also like snails and slugs a lot and also I think ants are cute and beetles and worms so I always try to help out the worms if they get lost

Writing poetry -- very good to do, do not always recommend rereading. Do recommend taking poetry 1 with [redacted] at my school bc he is the greatest and so kind and helpful. I love writing poetry even if it does make me hate myself for being too pretentious sometimes. Sometimes I like what I write and it is nice to talk about with people and get thoughts and opinions

Reading abt gender theory -- Genuinely life-changing thing taking that intro to wgss class this year lolollll. Maybe it is silly of me, but that class really made me rethink myself and where I want to go with my life. There's so much more that I want to read and learn and I'm almost anxious that I can't do it fast enough

Looking at the stars and clouds -- a good one. It makes me happy. I am very small. Sky is beautiful like art. It's the same and it's never the same. I'm getting tired sky is still up there. Space is very very very cool. Clouds are very very very cool

Cicadas -- BEAUTIFUL CREATURES!!!!! they have been so loud this year and I had to wear headphones outside while watering the plants for a while, but I also get to see all of them out there!!!!!!!!!! And different kinds too!!!! They are so beautiful and lovely and it makes me so happy to see them and hear them too most of the time. When I was little they would always be dying under the trees at recess and the boys would mess around with them when they couldn't fly away, so I had to go make them stop so they wouldn't be dying while being tormented by ten year old boys. I was always very mad when they did that and I'm always still super sad to see cicadas in the midst of dying when they can't fly anymore. But I love their singing and their songs and their nice nice eyes, and I like to pick them up if they let me and have them crawl all over my arms because their legs are sticky and nice. They're the prettiest little bugs and I love them

Melted brie cheese -- yummy.

Putting on pajamas after work -- I work in a warehouse with no ac which is ok but kinda sucks in the summer, esp when it's super humid like it is now where I am. I also package coffee that often is flavored with really strong syrups, and is often ground, so I almost always leave work smelling intensely like pancake syrup (less nice than it sounds after nine hours) and covered in gritty coffee. It's a good job and I like it a lot actually, but boy by the end of a day when the temperature is high, it's super tiring. When I get home I just take off all my work clothes and turn off the lights and lie in the dark, and it's so nice and calming and I really love getting to do that, and relax into a calm cool late afternoon.

Drinking coffee with real cream -- Aka. super duper yummy. I get to work before everyone else in the morning, so I make the first coffee pot and I always make me and the other early packaging person's fav blend, and it's basically my favorite part of the morning, watching the sun rise while the coffee brews and coming back to my work area to greet the morning window spiders. At home in the summer, I love making iced coffee with milk and adding just an eeeeensy bit of cream, it's so tasty and it makes it all nutty and buttery and rich, and it brings out all the good flavors.

Listening to podcasts -- thank you podcasts you make me so happy. Right now thank you tanis for driving me insane and thank you wolf 359 for helping me feel calm and safe when I'm stressed. Special thank you to zach valenti because his voice in particular is like really soothing and anyway that sounds weird but like you know what I mean. Past thank you to potterless for getting me into podcasts and referring me to the bright sessions, which was the first audio drama I listened to and got sooo into. Special thank you to lauren shippen for being like my favorite podcaster ever oh my gosh, and honorable mention to briggon snow for being in so many of those lauren shippen related shows. Thank you wtnv for coming near me so I could see the attic. Thank you to literally every show I've listened to. Basically everybody in my life thinks the podcast thing is kinda weird and laughs a bit when I get too into it, but honestly this is like. A really important thing to me now. I love podcasts a lot and they make me very very happy to get to listen to

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

Heyyy! I was just scrolling through tumblr at 3am as we all do and found you matching people with mcyts based on the askers descriptions and this feels super awkward but I’m also too delulu for my own good :))))

Do I'm short. Like real short. 5ft 2 short. I'm extroverted, not as in skydiving extroverted, as in I really like people :D

I've got really long dark blonde hair and lots of beauty marks all over me. l've got hazel eyes, and l'm in that annoying in between where I'm not skinny but l'm not chubby either.

1 love music, like REALLY LOVE music. Like I will not be caught dead without headphones. I love picking artists I hear about and listening to every single song of theirs for a week just to learn new music.

I play ukulele and want to learn to play guitar, and l'm really good at drawing and most things creative <3

anyway, thank you for reading this if you had the patience :)

hii!! very excited to answer this ask teehee

match ups #4

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

i would match you with wilbur!

i say this everytime, but truly its perfect and obviously true

short duo + tall duo literally runs the world of duos

will would grab stuff from heights you cant reach or sum

also hear me out....black cat + golden retriever duo!!!

i feel like you're the golden retriever (based off your ask description) and will's the black cat of the duo

idk it just makes sense in my brain for me !!

also you and wilbur thrive off eachothers extrovertness (is that even a word??)

constantly blabbing and talking out of nowhere /pos

i also feel like since you guys are extroverts you just communicate with eachother so well

which keeps your relationship S T R O NG (as it should be !!)

wilbur loves your hair and beauty marks (your entire appearance obviously, but your hair and beauty marks especially

loves playing and tangling with your hair

will constantly ask to brush and braid it before you guys go to sleep

he'll also trace over your beauty marks

he just thinks its so cute

talks to you about those past life beauty marks theories that he sees on tiktok with you all the time

you guys also share a love of music!!

you follow will on tour often as a "groupie" as he jokes about it

you'll be sitting on the side of the stage singing along and will looks over at you and just wants to take a picture

sometimes he'll even call you on stage in between songs and kisses you

CROWD GOES BANANAS AT THAT

crowd at the gigs will also chant our your name for you to come out like its a dang encore

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" the crowd chanting, blasting everyones ears.

Wilbur smiled and looked over to the side of the stage where y/n was sitting. "Y/n, darling, will you come on stage please?"

The crowd roars in response as you walk out

lovejoy will constantly joke that they love you more than the actual members

wilbur will also find new music for you two to listen to together!!

you guys also making playlists together for eachother as little dates while listening to music and snacking

wilbur loves how you play uke, as thats how he started out making music!!

he'll also try teaching you guitar lessons whenever you want them

he'll also peek over your shoulder when you're drawing and compliment you on it even if you've drawn literally nothing

"Nice drawing, darling." Wilbur said, leaning his head on my shoulder.

I stared at him in confusion. "Will, I haven't even started..."

"And?"

"You idiot."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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[zankydraws]

OKAY LET'S GOOOOO

feel free to comment/reblog and share your favorite incredithings with me too because I also love hearing about it! :D

alright, I'm going to talk about my favorite bonuses in this post

my fave V1 bonus is Santa. it's just so catchy! it makes you want to dance. I'm really glad my beloved Bass is used in this one. he is so cool 👍

RIP that guy tho. you didn't deserve it homie

V2: Little Miss. It's so good oh boy howdy. the colors in this bonus are one of my favorite combos. black red and white works sooooo well

I gotta ask tho, what were they thinking when they put this in the game xD

V3: listen. they're all so good. I don't think I can choose. like this is why I love V3 so much. everything's so diverse. it's perfect

if I reaaaally had to choose I'd probably go with Sunrise. it's so, idk, mystical and mysterious (I am also a very casual Inca/Maya/Aztec culture enjoyer so this bonus and melody 1 and 4 are a huge treat for me!) and Incredible Polo's voice sounds particularly amazing in that one. and the video is just beautiful

I go silly when he says "over your head" in this part!! ^^^ (I just listened to this bonus again and oh. ooohh. I am getting emotional. Indien's howling in the background. the visuals. all the dudes singing "aaah". my freaking game bugged and couldn't even play the bonus properly, I'm not even joking dkfgjhdk)

V4: very tough choice. both of these are amazing but I might go with Eagle. I just love the beat in it and it looks very aesthetically pleasing to my eyes, it has an awesome color palette. and sometimes you just really want to turn into an eagle and say heck it all...

these make me feel so many emotions. it's a crime that those bonuses are short

V5: Musica. another absolute crime that the bonuses are so short. I love them, they have such happy vibes

what is homie drinking 👀

also very silly theory(?) time: I like to think this is Armo sitting on the V3 horse toy dkfgjh (I know this could be a V5 guy but shh pls let me have this..)

V6: I'm not gonna be original here, my favorite is Busta. it looks very good, it sounds very good. 12/10. Fire

So Far So Good knew what they were doing when they made this bonus (I'm so normal about Mind and his eyes)

However, Alive gets an honorable mention for being the funniest bonus in the game and having amazing visuals and music.

broski literally said "don't tell me how to live my life" and willingly let himself get hit by a meteor. King. Would this mean that, in a way, Incredibox has two canonically dead characters?

V7: Kabikabi. listen. listen. this one is probably the best bonus in the entire game. it's absolutely beautiful and it's sounds so good it's unbelievable. wow. it gives me goosebumps (most of the bonuses do but shh, Kabikabi is so special to me)

my gosh. the visuals. and I love the lyrics too! this bonus makes me ascend

V8: Zemetekile. Oh it's so damn good. I love Choir and his little journey. I love the faces he makes in this bonus. The music in this bonus is AMAZING, I love how it's soo.... I don't know, not too melodic? there's a lot of clicks and funky lil sounds in this one (I think some of the sounds are made by Foubreak and they're just soo 🤌🤌🤌). What I like about Dystopia is that the beats, effect and voices are just excellent, they create a great atmosphere. You can make an awesome tune without using the melodies which gives the whole thing this empty and hopeless vibe... what am I even saying anymore

Oh and Dystopia the short film? My gosh. What a masterpiece

And that moment in Cumulor when Choir takes off his robes? It kills me every time

This gave me a silly little headcanon idea that all Incredimen are mass produced androids dfkgjhk (I love androids/robots okay)

oh and when his hair moves while he walks?? the attention to detail!! holy crap!! take all my money So Far So Good. they went crazy in this version

V9: Yeah we only got one bonus so far but Flow is so good!! I mentioned it in my other post but I just really love the 80's/90's vibes!! a song made just for me... 💖

a reference to our beloved V3 horsie and the best V4 bonus? cool!! WTV? haha nice. everything about this bonus rocks. I really love the sound in the background, I don't even know what it is, that jingly thing? yeah it's great :) and the percussion at the end? so badass... it's also a crime that it's a shorter one. I really hope the other bonuses will have more loops. When will the second bonus be released tho... pls So Far So Good, I am so thirsty for more bonuses, PLS. Incredibox is my life source. I also hope Big Duke and ASAP Bee will appear in one (or both) of the bonuses. I need them there. They are my babies

also can I just say how much I love this douchebag?

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Okay, I guess that'll be all for this post! :D I wanted to squeeze in some more things but I figured it would be better to keep it for another one dfkgjh (plus tumblr is having troubles with all those pics lmao)

I hope you enjoyed this, thank you for reading :)

you know what, I kinda want to talk about my favorite Incredibox things again because kdfjgh I forgot about bonuses when I answered that ask.. and I also have some other silly things to say. I might just do that tomorrow.

[unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240]

PART II: Breaking the Mold

[Part I]

It’s been a while, but now that the chagim are over and I’ve had a small amount of time to even hear myself think, let alone to write an essay on tumblr, I am back! With additional Thoughts™ about this question.

After considerable thought, googling information about music theory and musical history, and completely destroying my YouTube algorithm with Xtian recommendations, I want to reiterate just how limited my actual answer about this can be. I am not a scholar in this area and so a ton of this is just based on my experiences as someone who grew up in a musical, church-going family and turned into a shul-going adult with some musical background and interest.

One of the things that has been driving me crazy about this is that for every general broad principle I could identify, I could, without much difficulty at all, come up with a counter-example from the other tradition. I think the reality is that while certain trends are true in the aggregate, there is so much cross-pollination and regional overlap between Judaism and Xtianity that picking them apart is extremely challenging. (When I say regional overlap, what I mean is that Jewish music draws from all the numerous places in the diaspora to which Jews were flung since 70 CE; meanwhile, Xtianity has intentionally attempted to reach every corner of the globe and assimilate each local culture into it. Therefore, both religions draw from almost every possible musical tradition you could come up with.)

Therefore, I think the best way to demonstrate both the major differences and the similarities is to put comparable examples side by side for listening and comparison. It’s hard to describe, but easy to hear.

The basis for each comparison will vary. Sometimes, I think it’s interesting to compare musically similar – even identical – songs to show how Jewish artists approach the material versus how Xtian artists do – to illustrate specifically the stylistic differences or the differences between the underlying words. Sometimes, I think it’s interesting to compare songs that have very similar themes to show how each approach and depict these themes. Sometimes, I think it’s interesting to compare musical adaptations of the same Psalms or texts. I will explain why I’m comparing them and my layperson’s opinion of what the differences are and why. This is not in any particular order; perhaps I’ll organize it better at some point but for right now, I just want to put it out there.

Because tumblr limits the amount of links one can put in a single post, I am going to break this up into multiple reblogs, so please bear with me.

Let's start with one that has fascinated me for a while:

1) Jewish.... gospel music?

You've almost certainly heard this song, Higher and Higher before, most likely sung and instrumentalized like this. This is the same song written by Shlomo Carlebach and the first linked one is a version sung by his daughter, Neshama Carlebach in collaboration with the Green Pastures Baptist Church Choir.

[Important note about the music I link here: I know that a lot of these people are going to be Problematic. I don't care. That's not the point of this post. I am well aware of the issues with some of these musicians, whether Jewish or Xtian/Messianic. I'm not linking them because I support them; I'm linking them as a study of their music only. Please don't derail this post with comments about the artists.]

Now, I have no idea what prompted this particular collaboration, but that whole album is quite interesting. In the original song, you can hear common Jewish music elements from the guitar style to his singing style, the arrangement, and to some extent, the themes, although the themes are vague enough to potentially be either. The song itself is quintessentially Jewish.

Once you introduce the GPBCC in his daughter's version however, the music changes dramatically, solely because of the singing style. These are gospel singers, and extremely talented ones. It's a beautiful arrangement of the piece, and I quite enjoy it. However, its original Jewishness becomes overlaid by a singing style that is so closely associated with gospel music, that it becomes impossible to ignore how the actual meaning shifts. In many ways, the words and themes always fit nicely within both traditions, and once you have the GPBCC singers handling the vocals, it transforms the sound profile to one that sounds quintessentially Xtian. That it is all in English only intensifies this effect.

The song is still a Jewish song, of course.

Anyone who knows Carlebach tunes is likely to recognize it as such. But if you did not know that context, one could easily play it on a Xtian radio station without batting an eye or likely even upsetting listeners.

2) Let’s look at another song where the melody overlaps, albeit set to different words: This version of Yigdal compared to The God of Abraham Praise.

Both use the same tune, but arrange it in different ways. Additionally, the singing style is very different. Yigdal is, of course, a traditional liturgical piece and is in Hebrew, whereas The God of Abraham Praise has been translated into English. It's worth noting that the original words are attributed to Daniel ben Judah (14th c.) and the translation/paraphrasing is attributed to Thomas Olivers (1725 - 1799). I'd be very interested in reading a true translation of this poem, because I can almost promise that liberties were take with the paraphrasing here.

However musically, what I find the most intriguing between these two songs, is less the obvious as mentioned above, but the specific flow of the songs. If you listen to The God of Abraham Praise at the end, you'll notice that the artist repeats the phrases, and then adds something of a coda at the very end, with a satisfactory chord to complete the tune. Now re-listen to Yigdal. Somehow, somehow, the Jewish version, despite ending on a much more resolved note than many Jewish tunes, still sounds open, unfinished. It trails off after the repetition of the second verse, leaving the listener to invent more notes afterward of their own.

To me, this is a fascinating and theologically significant difference. This is discussed in detail in this article, "How Time’s Arrow and the Phrygian Half-Step Make Jewish Music Holy," which explains how Jewish music seeks to replicate a certain amount of timelessness and also unfinishednes - theological keystones of Judaism, as understood through the rest of Shabbat and the brokenness of living in an unredeemed world.

This comes up in Jewish literature too. Consider these passages by Dara Horn in People Love Dead Jews:

I can't explain it better than Horn does here, but the bottom line is that Judaism tells us that the world is not redeemed and that it is our job to put the pieces together; Christianity tells us that the world has already been redeemed by Jesus and that his followers have to get everyone else on board.

This longing for redemption and the unfinished project of tikkun olam comes through strongly in Jewish art, music, and literature, as does the triumphal notes do in Christian art, music, and literature.

Going back to this one particular example, Yigdal and The God of Abraham Praise - and actually my first example as well - listen to how they each end. Which one makes you feel like there is more, something just on the other side of the music, and which one makes you feel completely finished with the song, that there is one answer and that it has been already given?

More comparisons to follow.

[awkwardgtace]

Heya! Are you still accepting prompts? I've read your recent Siren's Song chapter and thought about the number 81 sentence prompt "I thought I could trust you!" with Kyrie and Melody hhhhhhhh I need to see them reconciling 😭

This honestly made me so excited!! If people send in prompts even if I don't have a recently reblogged list I'll always consider doing them!! This gave me a huge idea for what to do so here's the next part for Melody and Kyrie <3

Follow up to Story of the Stones. Melody and Kyrie have a talk just the two of them

Fixing Trust

Melody stared at the door. Caprice had to go see their parents again. He promised it would only be a few days. Pelago and Byssal had been spending time with Harmony to learn what they could. She could go to the beach, wait for Kyrie to show up. They’d agreed that when she went to the beach alone he could come close. Slowly she wrapped her hand around the doorknob and pulled it open wide. She shivered as a cold wind blew in.

Looking around she saw the aftermath of a storm. It looked worse than the night she met Kyrie as a weirdly big human. She turned back to grab a hoodie before stepping outside. She slipped it on as she started a slow walk away from her home. There was no visible damage, but she knew better than to assume it was fine. A part of her wanted to go inspect the woods, but if she did she knew she wouldn’t visit the beach.

A deep breath and she turned around. Dragging her feet she made her way down to the sand. She didn’t see his tail slipping above the water like usual. The idea he didn’t stay close like he promised hurt. She was still terrified to see him alone, but knowing he’s close was nice. She stepped onto the sand and paused. She hummed a little to try and calm herself down.

Kyrie was kind, he wouldn’t hurt her. That day he wasn’t himself, she knew that. She couldn’t stop seeing the way he looked at her, hearing the way he sounded as he called her his. She had imagined as a child having someone who would say something like that, romance stories always had things like my beloved. Hearing it by someone she couldn’t escape if he chose to do anything wasn’t the heart racing comment she dreamed up.

Finally she took another step down, followed by more. She sat on the sand just far enough the waves had no hope to reach her. It was still damp from the storm, but it felt nice. The cool ground helped her feel calm, something that told her she wasn’t being held. She didn’t want to hate Kyrie. The days she spent with him still made her smile. She just couldn’t get rid of the emptiness in his eyes as he decided to put her in his mouth. The way her pleas went unanswered.

“Can we go back…” she whispered to herself. Melody sighed and stared at the water, no sign of the giant merman. “How long will you wait anyway?”

A few moments passed before she got sick of her spiraling thoughts. She closed her eyes to try and enjoy the cool air. Slowly a bit of a song started to slip out of her, she was trying not to put any power into her voice. It was something she learned she could do after everything with the stones. At least she could in theory, but that was what had been taken from the original sirens. She could just avoid singing the old songs and nothing more. 

A loud boom came from the forest and pulled her from her song. She stared at the treeline looking for the cause of the sound. It was easy to assume it was a falling tree. Another boom made her doubt that. She climbed to her feet and watched the leaves. The tall trees were shaking. She stepped back, closer to the beach. More booms sounded, making her hold her breath.

The trees started to shake more as the booms continued. She’d heard something like them during the storm, she thought they were thunder. She stumbled back as a foot appeared from within the woods. She didn’t know of anything that big existing on land. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the face as she backed up more. She slid on the wet sand with a yelp, the booming steps became more consistent. A shadow covered her and she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Melody…?” a deep voice that sounded a bit strange said. She hugged herself, that was Kyrie so he was here along with another giant. She wasn’t ready for any of this. Slowly she opened her eyes, meeting a worried blue that she’d seen a lifetime ago. “Are you ok?”

“K-Kyrie!?” she shouted. He smiled, human looking teeth showed rather than the sharp ones she’d been fearing. He nodded and brought his hand close to her. He started to try to help her up, but she pushed against his fingers.

“Melody?” He tilted his head, but those fingers came close to her again.

“Don’t touch me!” The words came out before her mind registered it. She stared up at the hurt face, but her mind was racing. She could only think of those huge fingers wrapped around her. Squeezing her arms to her sides to stop her fighting. Screaming and begging to be let go. “I thought I could trust you!”

Everything fell silent once those words left her. She never meant to say those words. His face seemed to darken, the fingers near her twitched. She wasn’t sure what to do if he acted. Her only protection was her voice and that could easily be stopped. One finger could stop her from making any noise. The giant human form of Kyrie finally pulled his hand away from her. She didn’t like the way he looked.

He stood up straight, it felt like he went on forever. She never had a vantage like this when he was a merfolk. It made her realize how small he was compared to his own normal size. She dug her fingers into the sand, she was starting to regret coming out alone. She sucked in a sharp breath as she watched him move. A single step made the ground shake. He took another and another until he wasn’t blocking her view of the sky. Finally there was a louder thud and she shrieked.

“Sorry…” he whispered. It took all of her strength to sit up. He had only moved a few steps, but it was yards away. He looked at her with a face she couldn’t quite read. “You can trust me…”

Melody hugged herself. On paper it was easy to say that. He hadn’t hurt her, he had just taken her freedom. She looked down at his hands. They just sat in his lap, but she could still be reached. He could still take away her control. It wouldn’t be hard for him to do it again. She looked away from him.

“How do I know I can trust you?” she whispered. She could hear him moving, the loud shifting of the sand as he did.

“I won’t hurt you, I’ll protect you,” he said. She grimaced.

“How far does protecting me go? When do I get trapped by you again? When do you decide to grab me and ignore me for what you want again… when do I-” She stopped as his shadow came over her. She tensed, waiting for the hand to approach and prove all her thoughts. His hand came close enough she could almost feel him touching her.

“I won’t…” His voice was deceptively quiet. “I want you safe, but I won’t control you. If you send me away I’ll go. I… Harmony says it won’t happen like that again, but now I know when to hide away.”

She sighed. He made these promises, but nothing said it was real. He should be just as reluctant. If Caprice hadn’t been there he’d be dead. She would have caused it. The flashes from that day flooded her mind.

“You can’t promise that! This was stupid, the whole idea of being together was a horrible mistake. How could you think being together would work when you’re-” He made a noise that cut her off. It was the first time she’d almost said it. The real thing that made her feel so out of place near the merfolk and Caprice. She tried to force the words out, but his whine had made her lose her nerve.

“...am I a monster?” She snapped her head up to stare into his eyes. Tears were starting to stream down his face. “Before it was hard… not anymore right?”

“Kyrie-” 

He didn’t let her try to say anything more. He curled his hand into fists and started to stand. The fear of him being so huge hit her, but that wasn’t important. She had to make sure he knew that wasn’t it, he wasn’t the monster. Her voice died as he stepped over her, a shadow that blocked everything out. The first step knocked her off her feet. As his other foot flew overhead she scrambled to stand.

Kyrie took the few steps he needed to reach the water. She wanted to stop him, but she  couldn’t find the words. He took quicker steps as the salt water hit him. He didn’t stop until it was nearly at his thighs, then he fell to his knees. It wasn’t like the last time she watched this. Back then the fear kept her from registering anything other than a face she knew getting bigger.

It seemed to be slow at first, like he was absorbing water. He started to expand, foot by foot towering into the sky. His tail appeared quickly, the fins splashing in the water. He kept growing. It didn’t look like he’d gone deep enough as his scales started to show up near his waist. He didn’t even look back at her while this happened, she almost wanted to know what face he had on. 

Kyrie’s hair started to grow next. It was long enough to cover the beach if he wanted. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his changing form. A few weeks ago he might have been right thinking she was afraid because he was a monster. She was still afraid of what he could do to her. That wasn’t what made her want to give up.

“You’re wrong!” she shouted. He turned his head, his eyes still looked human. The tears hadn’t stopped at all. He twisted a bit to be facing her, his shadow started to cover everything as he kept growing. “I don’t know how you could think being with a monster like me is worth it. If Caprice hadn’t been there I would have killed you… There’s no telling if it’s going to come back. I’m terrified of you losing yourself, but I’m terrified of being controlled again too…”

A mangled chirp escaped him as he continued to shift to his true size. He leaned forward, the claws on his fingers weren’t fully grown back yet. He brought his face close to her until finally pressing the tip of his nose against her. He let out a rumbling sound that reminded her of a purr before chirps joined in. She backed away, he was an idiot to think this was a good idea. She was too, risking him grabbing her again.

“You’re my Melody, not a monster,” he said. His voice rattled her bones in a way she never thought she’d appreciate. He still had tears streaming from his eyes, they were only just starting to fade back to his solid inhuman blue. “We keep each other safe.”

“I’m terrified of you grabbing me again, knowing your hands could be near me puts me on edge. How are you calm after what I…” she tried.

“Start over?” She squeezed her eyes shut, she didn’t want to say everything again.

“You’re not the-” He made a low growl and chirped to stop her. 

“No, we start over. Like it didn’t happen.” She sighed, that wasn’t an option.

“That’s not an option Kyrie. It happened. Can you really just forget what I almost made you do? What I almost-”

“Yes, it wasn’t my Melody.” His fingers hovered around her, they were always warm. They were dry too. He hadn’t set his hands into the water yet. He’d finished growing to his real size, she carefully placed a hand on one of his claws. 

“How do we start over when I’m scared of you touching me? Of you changing to have such an empty look again?” He chirped more, she couldn’t help wondering why he hadn’t gone back to the merfolk language. She could understand it now, it was another thing they couldn’t undo.

“That was the beginning. You were scared of me, so we can start over.” She laughed a bit, that was true. He’d terrified her almost as much at first. She squeezed the hand on his claw.

“Why would you wait? Why do you trust me so much? And why are you still speaking English, you don’t have to anymore.”

Kyrie chirped a few times. Melody smiled, they sounded like he was happy. She couldn’t understand how he trusted her so much. It probably made as much sense as her reluctance to hate him. She liked being near him. The way he saw things and the way he acted made her happy. She didn’t want to lose this, even with her fear. He might be the same.

“Because I love you,” he chirped. He pressed his nose into her again. The light touch of his fingers on her back made her shiver, but she didn’t want him to stop. “English because you speak it. Other humans too. If I meet them I want to talk like I do with you. Try and convince them I’m safe, so you don’t lose humans.”

She froze. All this time she never considered him meeting other humans. He’d thought about it, about trying to help her keep a semblance of normalcy. Once she realized how she felt that part of her life seemed impossible, her parents could never meet him. Her older sister, the few friends she still had, but he wanted that. He wanted to risk that for her. A choked sob escaped her as she hugged the nose in front of her.

“I love you too,” she whispered. He made that weird purring sound again. She laughed a watery laugh. “We don’t have to start over… I know my Kyrie won’t hurt me, he’ll listen. I’ll just be scared for a while. Will you wait?”

He chirped the way she knew meant yes. He nuzzled her again and she laughed more. A small press against his nose and the fingers around her were gone. Kyrie smiled at her, all his teeth on display. The shiver down her spine was easier to suppress. He folded his arms and rested his head on them. Melody smiled and stepped close again sitting on the sand and leaning against his forearm. He made a louder version of the newer sound and she pulled out her phone.

“I can read to you if you want,” she offered. He chirped, a blush covered her face at how excited he sounded. She started to read a book he may not understand, but he kept that sound going. They’d be comfortable again eventually.

[bukojuiice]

— the kinds of movies they'd watch with you.

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BAKUGO KATSUKI: when you asked katsuki what the two of you were going to be watching for your movie night, he refused to say anything. in fact, he was grumpier and snappier than usual. “don’t ask me any more shitty and useless questions. just hand me the damn remote later and i’ll click on the new marvel movie!” but, with a bit of cute probing and puppy eyes from you, he finally confessed: he wanted to binge-watch romantic movies! it wasn’t for you or because he wanted to impress you. he just wanted to. you remembered that he used to read shoujo manga out of boredom. then and there, you realized: your boyfriend was secretly a hopeless romantic and big softie hidden behind his explosive and pompous façade. the two of you start with one of the most iconic romantic movies, which was the notebook. katsuki almost shed a tear whilst you were a bawling mess. he tried his best to act brave for you all throughout the marathon. the next movie was the fault in our stars... and tears were shed too. for the third, you opted for a more light-hearted rom-com so you played 10 Things I Hate About You on the projector. and your last movie for the night was Crazy Rich Asians so that your movie night would end on a high note. when the two of you were getting ready to tune in for the night, katsuki turns to you, his arms wrapped around lovingly around your waist and whispers: “i’m going to be a better boyfriend than those shitty losers.”

“suki-kun... could you please elaborate on that? does that mean you want to be the best one out there?”

 “of course! i’d be there for you always, take care of you til we’re old and wrinkly-ass, be there for you through every step of the fucking way, and... love you forever. you got that (y/n)?”

IZUKU MIDORIYA: it wasn’t a particularly planned date night with izuku so the two of you opted to watch some movies and... you decided upon your go-to genre with him which were marvel movies! Or rather, superhero movies in general. Izuku could literally be a part of the spider verse and could actually be an alternate universe peter parker simply because of their similarities. It was something you noticed recently and would tease your verdant-haired and freckled boyfriend about it. To which he would react very shyly but he loved the compliment and the cute observation you’ve made. Even calling you his Mary Jane (although he was fumbling and could barely even say the words when he tried to tell you) The MCU was very dear to Izuku and he could watch it again and again for days on end. You were there to accompany him and binge it with him of course! Starting from the very first Iron Man, then ending your marathon by watching Spiderman Far From Home. But, not before he cried his heart out to Endgame first and you were there to comfort him. Supplying him with endless hugs and tissues. It was such an adorable view to see Izuku so invested and so immersed into the world of superheroes. You would hear him mumble to himself about the theories surrounding the next marvel movies, and you’d ask him “what are you talking about izu-kun?” and he would start babbling and you loved to hear every second of it. Izuku was in his element and you were just elated over the fact that a series of movies could bring him this much happiness.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yup? What’s up Izu-kun?”

“I love you 3000.”

TODOROKI SHOTO:  Shoto barely had the time to live like a kid when he was young. One of those missing core childhood memories was being able to watch animated movies. Those of disney and dreamworks. And so, you took the opportunity of introducing to him the wide and magical array of said movies. To revive the kid inside of him so that he can finally watch and experience the wondrous feelings these same films made you feel as a child. It was gonna be a long marathon and what better way to start with a movie that was closely related to Shoto in some way shape or form- Frozen! Your boyfriend’s eyes were glued to the screen when the Let It Go scene began to play. “I wonder if I can make that with my ice…” He mumbles to himself in awe, tapping his finger to his lips. He turns to you, eyes ever so innocent. “Do you think that’s possible, (Y/N)?” “Ooh! Would you want to try it, Sho-kun?”

 It didn’t take long till you finally started hearing Shoto humming to your favorite disney songs absentmindedly whenever he was doing work at home. and, once he notices you fondly staring at him and giggling to yourself, he takes you by the hand and twirls you around. the both of you singing along to the non-existent beat and getting all the lyrics wrong. he would be very curious of said movies and sometimes he would ask the weirdest questions out of the blue. like why was winnie the pooh color yellow or why could no one stop aurora from pricking her finger? there were also times when shoto would ask very interesting ones like why didn’t peter end up with wendy or did boo ever see sully and mike again? and, you were always there to answer his questions and share your own opinions. you had never seen him this inquisitive and curious about the most trivial things in disney movies. and so, after a long marathon of pixar movies and calling it a day, the two of you were cleaning up the living room til shoto stops for a second to speak. 

“(Y/N).” He began calmly. “Do you remember that one famous quote from Winnie the Pooh?”

“I don’t think I can recall that. What is it?”

“If you live to be 100, I want to live to 100 minus one day so I never have to live without you.”

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hey @learntfromamillionmistakes !! I wanted to respond to you but I had kind of a big response so I thought I would just do it as a reblog. So read on for theories! ❤️

First, I have been really lost on this specifically being a flashback too. I have quite a few theories about why we’re getting this or what it will be, so I thought I’d share the ones I feel are most likely/I feel most drawn to.

Like you, I was really lost on the dialogue in the Thanksgiving episode too. I literally wrote a post about this a few weeks ago, which you can find here. The “anymore” is what confused me, because it made it sound like there was more interaction off screen than what we saw. But seeing Ricky and Gina hang out wouldn’t make sense because the scene from s4 is very clearly being filmed at the school (note the bricks in the background).

So here’s what I think could happen so far. It might be one of these things, maybe a couple combined, but again it’s all just speculation at this point.

1. We get a scene that looks oddly similar to him playing WTWMAY from the screenshots.

We get Ricky writing Gina a song. In 1x10, Red asks Ricky if “the song he was writing is for Gina” after Ricky sings a song about love. Almost like he assumed this was the song Ricky has been writing for Gina? So Ricky could have started a song for Gina, thought she was moving away and wrote one for Nini. This song could be the one he never finished from s1. So we get a scene of him finally playing the song for her and then a flashback of him playing for her but instead it’s the song HE wrote and not WTWMAY (à la the scene where Carlos sings his song to Seb and they flashback to them at the dance singing that song- and wouldn’t it be cute if Carlos helped him write this song too? Helped Ricky finish it as a thank you for helping him?)

2. Maybe we get a scene of a reprise where Ricky changes the lyrics on his own OR he dresses up in his stuff from that day and changes the lyrics before telling Gina “I love you”. That he’s loved her since that time. He sings something like “But you really were my fairytale, my dream when I’m not sleeping”.

3. There’s this picture

of Ricky in his hat from the same day. It would be interesting if he put the hat on and started reminiscing back to this time with Gina in this scene, so we get a scene of them together before they walk into the theater together for practice or after he sings to her and they have that convo about “what to do to help Miss Jenn”. Maybe we get a scene of RICKY somewhat confessing his feelings, so Gina was never actually the first. (Or maybe they almost kiss but get interrupted?)

Again, the dialogue implies there was definitely romantic interest in that Thanksgiving/Ashlyn’s place scene. And Gina saying “I wouldn’t give up on us” is really heavy if they never actually expressed their interest in dating each other/feelings in SOME WAY prior to that scene.

I think we may be getting ANOTHER missing link. It would also make the hat make more sense too. Because while it was cute/sweet, I don’t think I would make that for someone I wasn’t sure felt romantic about me too.

This would be amazing because then antis could stop coming after us that Gina’s feelings were one sided the whole first season. Obviously they weren’t from other scenes/dialogue we gather through the show (like Ricky saying he “couldn’t believe he let color war slip through his fingers” pointing all the way back to S1), but it’s ALL implied. This could give more proof to his feelings too.

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I think I have some other ideas about what might occur but these feel the most ideal to me. I would love to hear your thoughts/anyone else’s! Asks are open! 🫶🏻

AND A 1x06 FLASHBACK??? I am losing my sanity 🫠🫠 like what have they not told us from this episode 😭

ALSO WTF IS HAPPENING EPISODE ONE?!!

if I’m in tears after the first episode no one touch me

(And because it’s “full circle” and “unanswered questions are answered”, I think we’re getting the chocolates confession this season too)

[peachsayshi]

Chapter 4 - Domain

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Teasing and a little bit of Fluff. 

Summary: Gojo returns from his trip, and while the two of you are hanging out you ask him to show you some of his powers. Unable to resist himself, he breaks a rule along the way.

A/N: Thank you so much for the likes and reblogs! I pretty much only have this updated on AO3 but am slowly trying to add all the chapters onto my Tumblr.

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When Gojo texted you to let you know that he was at his apartment, he did it with a devious prank in his mind. He informed you that you could let yourself in as the door was unlocked but chose to turn off all the lights and hid in one of the closets.

Then he waited.

He heard the patter of your footsteps and a soft “hello”, before creeping out from his hiding place and lightly approaching you. He was quiet enough for you not to hear him, the shadow of your frame slowing down and he could tell you were getting nervous.

She’s going to kill me, he thought to himself but refused to back out now that he had already set things in motion.

He towered behind you, noticing you freeze in place by the unknown and proceeded to wrap his long arms around your waist before pulling you into his body.

“ Boo !” he exclaimed in your ear, earning a well deserved shriek on your part.

“GOJO, YOU IDIOT!”

You elbowed him in the stomach, forcing him to let go of you as a fit of giggles escaped his lips.

You marched over to the light switches, flicking them to illuminate his large penthouse apartment and you furrowed your brows at the six-foot-three goofball who was covering his mouth to hold in his laughter.

“This is how you greet your friends after coming back from a trip?! By scaring the shit out of them?! Who the hell does that?!!”

Gojo tried to contain himself but the image of your jump scare was perfectly etched in his brain, replaying over and over again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry …” he said in between laughs, breathing in to regain control of himself. “I couldn’t help myself but you should see your face!”

“Ugh, you immature , asshole!” you grumbled, throwing the bag that you were holding in your hands in his direction.

Gojo had superior reflexes and caught it before it flew over his shoulder. He took a minute to calm himself down, extremely pleased that his plan went accordingly.

Meanwhile, you tossed your purse onto his coffee table, huffing to yourself as you plopped down on his black sofa. You folded your arms across your chest, unable to even look at him because of how irritated you were.

Gojo glanced down at the bag in his hand, the clear plastic enclosing a number of rainbow colored candies on the inside.

He bit his bottom lip out of guilt. “Okay, I’m sorry …I mean it this time…”

You scoffed, “are you? Because you still seem pretty content with what you just did.”

“I’m not going to lie, seeing you react like that was worth it…”

You scooted away from him as he took his seat next to you.

“What if you were some kind of murderer?!”

“Now why would you think a murderer would be in this apartment when I  invited you over in the first place? You’re smart, use a little logic…” he teased as he tapped your temple lightly before proceeding to open the bag of sweets.

“That’s it, you don’t deserve Rina’s candies...”

Gojo clasped his chest in disbelief, “ you don’t mean that… ”

You snatched the bag away from him, a satisfied smile spreading across your lips as Gojo frowned.

Deep down inside he was really happy to see you. Playful banter and all, your presence was the recharge he needed after his trip.

The two of you met eight years ago at Rina’s candy shop. At the time, your best friend was just starting her own confectionary business which you were helping her with by working part time while you were still studying at university. Gojo couldn’t get enough of her sweets, earning himself a reputation as a repeat customer. You and Rina constantly joke that he practically kept the business afloat during the early days.What you didn’t know is that he also had his eyes on Rina’s pretty friend. Unfortunately for Gojo, you were taken and oblivious to his advances.

He didn’t care; just because you weren’t interested in him in a physical sense, didn’t mean that you both couldn’t be friends. Gojo is the type of guy who would confidently socialise with anyone around him. He knew not everybody took to his personality, especially when the words “narcissist”, “egotistical” and “arrogant” were constantly used to describe him. You knew all this about him but still chose to maintain your friendship. How you put up with his petty behavior and childish ways often had him wondering why you stuck around but he was grateful that you did.  

After all, you were his closest friend - the only person he relied on after Suguru died.

Gojo pouted his lips, singing your name as he leaned forward to you and softening his tone. “If I get down on my knees and apologise will you forgive me?”

“Hmmm…” you pondered, “I think that’s a fair punishment and you’re buying dinner tonight, which I’ll be choosing so you can’t make a fuss about it.”

Gojo nodded his head and shifted his position to plant his knees onto the floor. He placed one hand on his chest, his other lifting up his blindfold so he was peeping at you with just one eye.

“I sincerely apologize for the hurt I caused you. Will you please, with a cherry on top , forgive this idiot who is on his knees?”

He noticed your lovely smile, amused that he was the reason behind this reaction.

“Okay, you're forgiven,” you replied, as you extended the bag of sweets back to him, offering him to take his pick.

Gojo returned to his sit next to you, his fingers dipping into the candy mix before pulling out a ruby colored square and popping it into his mouth.

“Mmmm…” he moaned, as the flavor burst along his tongue, “ this is good.. .”

“It’s a fresh batch. She made it this morning,” you replied, picking up a piece of candy for yourself. “Now that we can be civilized. Tell me how your trip went…”

The two of you spoke briefly about his trip but Gojo wasn’t eager to disclose the headache he is currently going through trying to uncover the fingers of a one-thousand year old curse. Instead he shifted the conversation back to you, asking how your morning with Rina went instead. He was only back for twelve hours before he had to leave again. The two of you wanted to see each other but agreed that you would hold off on “grabbing drinks” until he returned three days from now.

However, Gojo noted how good you looked seated right in front of him. Before all this started, you would usually show up at his place in casual clothes, paying no attention about how you looked but tonight he realized that you made an effort.  

You made an effort to look nice for him.  

He appreciated it, because the pair of denim jeans you had on fit in all the right places that he loved paying attention to. Your white t-shirt revealed a hint of the lace bralette you were wearing underneath and the man wondered if that was a deliberate fashion choice on your part just to tease him. Your lips were painted in crimson, practically forcing him to focus on your mouth. He had to remember that the rules were there for a reason. The rules ensured that the two of you maintained the boundaries of your friendship. The rules were there because you two needed to make sure that this didn’t influence your existing relationship in any way.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, but I can’t promise an answer…” Gojo cheekily replied, popping another sweet in his mouth as he grinned at you.

“Can I see your… domain ?”

“Is that supposed to be a code for my dick or something?”

You rolled your eyes at him, “you keep telling me about all these powers you have but I’ve never seen any of it.”

Gojo squinted his eyes at you, “why are you so curious about me all of a sudden?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you were asking me a lot of questions about work just now, which you usually don’t do, and now you want me to show you my skill set…”

You fidgeted in place, your fingers tapping nervously against the fabric of your jeans. “I don’t know, I think it’s weird that we have been friends for so long but I still don’t know the real you…”

Gojo paused, taken aback by your statement, “of course you know the real me.”

“Not the parts of you that you keep hiding from me.”

It’s for your own good, he thought to himself.

Gojo pressed his lips together to stop himself from saying those words.

“You already know about my Six Eyes…” he light heartedly replied.  

“There’s more to you than that! I guess I’m just curious to see what else you can do. Besides, I’m starting to come up with theories about your powers. Starting with the fact that you have to wear this blindfold at all times otherwise you’re going to start shooting blue laser beams at people.”

“No laser beams, I can promise that,” Gojo replied with a nervous chuckle.

“Then show me the you that “claims” to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer…” you said, poking him gently on the shoulder. “I just…want to see something …”

Gojo pondered for a moment, sighing to himself as he was not quite sure what he could possibly do that wouldn’t risk putting you in danger. A few seconds passed before he stood up, taking the bag of sweets from your hand and placing it near your purse.

“I want you to stand in front of me,” he requested as he walked around the sofa and found a spot in the middle of the room.

You did as he asked and motioned your way to the position that he had requested. Gojo extended his arm out, ensuring that you were a good distance away.

“Alright, now give me a hug.”

You arched your brow, “seriously?”

“Just do it…” he insisted.

“If this is another stupid prank…”

“I swear it isn’t. Now give me a hug, I’m trying to make a point.”

You walked over towards him, taking your time until you were a few inches away from him. Your arms looped around his waist as you embraced him, but you stared up at him in confusion waiting to see what Gojo was planning next.

“Now what?”

“Okay…” Gojo placed both his hands on your shoulders, before motioning you back until you were an arms length away from him again. “Now I want you to try and push me,” he commanded.

“Push you?”

“Yes. Try to knock me down.”

You scoffed and he could tell that you probably thought he was messing around with you again. Just to play along you nonchalantly placed both your hands up and moved over to shove him, only this time Gojo did something that he’s never done in your presence.

Your eyes widened, your hands pressing into the air that was separating your touch from his body. The force like iron poured over concrete, incredibly powerful and completely protecting Gojo from you.  

“Wait… why…” you voice shook, as your frustration got the better of you. Your hands started to tremble and Gojo noticed you increasing your force as you tried to fight the barrier of his infinity technique.

“ Why can’t I touch you?…”

You were using your legs to push now, every ounce of energy going into fighting the invisible cloak that shielded him.

Gojo smirked before dropping his infinity.

You felt the barrier lift, the pressure giving way as you hurled into him. Your body collided into his, all that pent up energy crashing into the sorcerer as you fell onto the ground. Gojo braced your fall but your face was planted into his chest and your arms lay flat on the ground besides him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

You gathered your senses, pushing yourself until you were sitting upright to face him. A puzzled look masked your face as you patted Gojo’s chest lightly before clutching shoulders and massaging your hands down his arms. “I can touch you now!  How…how did you do that?…”  

Your gaze lifted to meet his own both shocked and amazed by what just happened.

With his blindfold on you couldn’t tell that he was looking at you with wonderment.

Gojo straightened his back so that the two of you were facing each other. You shifted your legs, adjusting your position so you were straddling him. Your hands were still pressing his arms, gripping onto them as if you were trying to prove to yourself that you were indeed touching him.

“You asked me to show you something. So I did...” he said with a shrug.  

“Was that your domain? Are…are you the domain?!”

Your innocent question made his heart swell, and a laugh escaped him.  

“That’s not how it works! It's more complicated than that but this is just one of my techniques that I use to defend myself.”

“That’s… pretty cool …”

“Does it satisfy your curiosity?”

“A little.”

Gojo felt you finally let go of him. He glanced down to stare at your hands which were slightly red. He winced at the sight, bringing his fingers to wrap around your wrist as his thumb circled the center of your palm.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, this is from smacking the floor when I tripped.”

“Technically still my fault, I should have warned you that I was going to drop my infinity…”

“When I tried to push you it was the weirdest sensation. Like, I was touching something but feeling absolutely nothing at the same time. Has anyone ever broken it? Your infinity?”

“You forget I’m the strongest,” Gojo smugly replied, “nobody can touch me unless I want them to.”

You hummed to yourself but Gojo could see that you were lost in your own thoughts. You took his statement into consideration but he could tell you still had more questions you wanted to ask.

“Thank you for showing me,” you replied softly, choosing to let it go for now.

Your eyes locked onto his, your cheeks a little flushed when you realized how close your faces were to each other. Gojo could sense your pulse increasing, your chest rising and falling as seconds passed between you both.

Right now, all he could think about is kissing you.

His lips brushed yours, a breathless sigh escaping you as you broke the silence that hung in the air.

“ Maybe, we should order some dinner…” you suggested, your eyes shimmering with anticipation.

“That’s an idea,” Gojo murmured, his eyes from beneath his blindfold dropping to your lips.

“I was thinking maybe we can take away from that place-“

His lips locked onto yours, interrupting your thoughts as he gave in to his desire. His hands moved to your hips, tugging you forward against him so he was holding you closer. He bit your bottom lip, before licking it and sliding his tongue into your mouth. Completely entranced by what he was doing, he didn’t notice your hands trailing up his chest until it circled around his neck. This kiss was different, slow and passionate as Gojo took the time to explore your mouth. The taste of sugar dance across your tongues as he deepened the kiss, and he could feel himself getting hard as your chest rubbed against his. One of his hands snaked it’s way up behind your back, tangling his fingers in your hair. His other hand began lifting your tee from the front, sliding underneath it as he slowly began rubbing the flesh of your midriff. You broke away from him, taking a second to catch your breath as you pressed your forehead into his and hoping to calm things down before they escalate.

“We shouldn’t…we said we weren’t going too…”

“You’re right, we probably should stop…” Gojo agreed, but his lips spoke otherwise as he returned a kiss instead.

“ Satoru… ” you whined, but he could sense the heat between your legs as your hips naturally bucked into him. “We said we wouldn’t…not tonight..”

“Then tell me to stop.”

“What about the rules…”

“Tell me that you want me to stop, and we can go back to what we were doing.”

His lips trailed to your neck, where he nipped and sucked at your skin with every intention of leaving a mark.

You whimpered, tilting your head instead and giving Gojo better access to continue what he was doing. Your silence spoke volumes and gave him the consent he needed to continue.

“Rules were meant to be broken,” he whispered in your ear. “And tonight, sweet girl, you’re all mine …”

- CHAPTER 5: EDGE - 

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

¤~°Ghost Marriage: Lovely Bride To Be?! Part 2°~¤

Previously... 

"Your right. You will become my bride and then become a princess."

"Huh?"

(Y/N) could feel her skin turn cold after what Elias said. "Your joking right?" (Y/N) blurted out with fear creeping into her soul. Elias just kept smiling as he placed his cup down on the counter and goes closer to (Y/N). Taking the bear mug from her paleling hands. The Ghost Groom placed it next to the other mug. Elias almost translucent hands holds (Y/N)'s gently.

"No. We will be married twomrrow, my dear princess!" Elias said sweetly like honey. (Y/N) could feel herself grow faint as she falls into the Ghost grooms hold. Then the last thing she could see was her mugs before sleep consumed her body.

Present Time...

"*Yawn~*" Grim found himself awake as he stretches his body. He looks at where (Y/N) was supposed to be. But she wasn't there at all. "Weird.. Did (Y/N) awoke earlier than the Great Grim? She must be down stairs making tuna for breakfast!"

Grim cheers loudly, hopping out of the bed and starts heading down the stairs.

"Tuna~ Tuna~!" Grim sang as he reached the the hallway to the kitchen. He then heard a yell and stopped singing. "You, Trespasser! Stop right there!"

"Huh!?" Grim found himself being surrounded by three ghosts. "Oh it's just the usual ghosts. Or not.. They're wearing something different?" Grim asks himself with confusion.

"This mansion is the prince's and his brides reception hall. It's off limits four outsiders!" One of the odd ghosts yells. "Prince? Bride?? Reception hall??" Grim was growing even more confused than ever before. "I don't get it, but it's my dorm. The outsiders are you guys!" Grim says in retaliation.

"What a proud sentence. Before youngsters like you were born. We decided this place was going to belong to our country!" The leader stated pridefully.

"If you don't want to get out, then we'll drive you away by force! Get out before your beaten up by us!"

"Ffnga!!" Grim cries out in shock as the ghosts rush towards him. Not having a enough time to use his fire breath. Grim flees, rushing towards the exit of the Rambschakle dorm. Yet the ghosts kept chasing after him until he got outside the  gate.

"*Huff, huff!*" Grim pants out of breath. Grim looks behind him to see the ghost guards nowhere in sight. Yet the gate was locked shut to let anyone in the dorm. "Those ghosts took away me and (Y/N)'s dorm. What the hell is happening right now!" Grim growls out after regaining his breath.

Grim heads over to the main campus to talk with the principal about this ghost problem. Once he made it to his office and explained what happened. Mr. Crowley responds with. "Since no one was using the Ramshackle dorm. It became guest house last year before you two arrived."

The headmaster mutters under his breath. "It's that season of the year again.."

"Huh? What do you mean by "season"?" Grim asks confusingly. Mr. Crowley gave a calm smile. "The one who drove you l off is the family of Ghost Groom." The headmaster says simply. "A Ghost Groom? I don't know if that's something we should admire or be scared of..." Grim thought of the Ghost Groom

"Even if you say so. He's still a princes of a destroyed country from a long time ago. The princes always dreamed of getting married to his "dear princess". Sadly before he could fulfil his wish, his life ended right then and there. Even though he became a ghost. He still is looking for his ideal prince..."

"When that season of the year had come. They will search all over Twisted Wonderland to find the perfect bride." Mr. Crowley explained. "It seems like they had chosen Ramshackle dorm as a place to stay when they accomplish their mission. I'm glad they chose one of NRC building for such a occasion!" Mr. Crowley states with pride.

"It's not time for you to be proud! Just drive those troublesome ghosts away!" Grim says furiously. "It would be trouble if we drove them away... *Cough!* Don't you feel sorry for them? Just let them be."

"Why?!" Grim questions angrily. "Because the prince will be looking for a princess that doesn't even exist in our school."

" "A princess that doesn't even exist"? What do you mean by that?"

"Well...The Ghost Groom ideal princess is... Someone who is (Your Height). Someone with smooth looking skin. Someone with kind eyes. A charming smile, a sweet voice that holds determination. Someone with cuticles and soft (h/l) hair. And lips that you would want to kiss unconditionally.~  Those are the terms the ghost groom is looking for."

The headmaster started to laugh. "He is trying to find someone super beautiful and kind. Someone like that doesn't exist, he would have to search everywhere for his ideal princess. Especially at a all boys academy!" The headmaster said, trying to stifle his giggles.

"Wouldn't you agree (Y/N)?" The headmaster says as he waits for the female to answer. But not a single peep was heard. "Huh? Wasn't (Y/N) with you Grim??" Mr. Crowley said with a eyebrow raised in confusion. "No? She wasn't even in the Ramshackle dorm when the ghosts attacked..."

Before the two could ponder over the fact that where the female was. Ortho rushes into the principles office. "Young Shroud, what is the matter?" "Ghosts are taking over the school and kidnapped (Y/N)!!!!"

"Ehh?! Kidnapped?!!" The two idiots yell in sync. Ortho nods his head in agreement. "Yes! Look at this video! It’s last night’s video from the school’s cctv!" Crowley gaped in shocked. "Hey! Please don’t hack the school’s security system!"

Ortho shakes his head and whispers. "Shh, be quiet! I’ll play the video." The younger Shroud pulls out Idias tablet and types in something. Soon Ortho shows the video to the two. The video slowly starts to play.

"*Bzzt... Bzz..*"

The video showed Idia walking about the campus. A slight skip in his step as he walked. "I’ve ordered my favorite manga’s newest print... Along with the spacial mini colored papers. But why is it not delivered by the release date!?" Idia sighs, "it’s a disgrace as an otaku to not get it on the first date.There’s nobody around too, let’s hurry and go to the shop..."

"...ound you..." A unknown voice whispers.

Idia goes quiet, "Eh? Just now... Did I hear someone’s voice?" The unknown voice speaks again. "I finally... found you..." Soon two figures rush past Idia. Though mainly it was a male ghost carrying a, what seemed to be a unconscious (Y/N).

"MY PRINCESS!!!!!!!!" The male ghosts shouts into the air with glee. Not noticing poor Idia who was spooked. "GYAA———!!!!!" He screamed in fear as the ghost flys past him. Then the video ends.

"*Bzzt! Bzzzzzz———*"

The three people in the room went silent. "... this ghost is..." Grim tries to say, but his words turned quiet. Mr. Crowley "Yes... Such a thing... Has happened." Mr. Crowley takes a deep breath. "It seems like the ghost groom has finally found his ideal bride!"

Grim was stares at the Headmaster with fear. "The ideal bride is... (Y/N)!? She’s not at all a princess! She may be kind, nice and stuff. But that's just in her nature! (Y/N)'s always determined because we deal with problems that you or other students give us! And you call her tired grin a charming smile?" Grim states truthfully.

Mr. Crowley starts to mumble a bit. "Huh..?" "(Your Height), kind eyes, sweet voice, charming smile... or not. (h/l) hair.. I think it’s fits the ideal of the ghost prince." Mr. Crowley tells himself quietly.

Ortho (who had heard Mr. Crowley) also agreed with the Headmaster. "Yup. Based on my brothers taste and other students. (Y/N) is cool from every angle. Damn you ghost, what a precise eyes you have!"

"I can’t really agree..." Grim sighs out.

"Anyway, it seems like we have a trouble." Mr Crowley remarks as he placed a gloved finger under his chin. "If (Y/N)'s chosen to be the ghost’s bride, then that means..." "It’s a problem—-!! The three heard a student screamed loudly.

" "It sure is noisy outside!" Mr. Crowley tells himself as he, Ortho and Grim rush outside the office. Standing in the middle of the interior hallway. "What is this riot!" Mr. Crowley yells out.

Ace, who was in hall. Runs up to the three with Deuce beside him. "Headmaster... ah, and also Grim! There’s a problem!" "There are so many ghosts that we haven't seen before. They appeared out of nowhere!" Deuce adds on, "they are taking over the cafeteria and are saying something like. "This will be the ceremony hall of the wedding"! We resisted them, but no matter how much we take them down. The ghosts keep reviving!"

"STOP YOUR STEP!!"

At the end of the hall, Senior Vanrouge and Sebek were conversing with the ghosts knights. "They became angery just because of a mere joke I made about them. Such a bunch of narrow minded ghosts." Lilia jests with ignorance in his tone.

"Ugh, the guys from Diasomnia! Why did you bring these ghosts here?!" Ace yells out in fear. "You naive ghosts who dare to snarl at Lilia. I'll get tid of you guys!" Sebek said with very little amusement.

To be continued...

(Okay! Part 2 is out! I hope you guys liked this and part 1. Notes and reblogs are appreciated (with credit)! Also, if anyone wants to chat or ask questions, hit me up! I wanna here some chapter five theories too.)