#revengance music is so peak

[lovewritteninthestrands]

finished storyboards for the armored core 6 ibis fight animation. im calling it “red sun over rubicon”

[jinlin-at-the-moon]

so a few days ago i was thinking about this post+comic, and i thought that while svsss luo binghe probably wouldn't try to Actually kill liu qingge, pidw luo binghe absolutely would. ergo, imagine, if you will. an au where peerless cucumber doesn't transmigrate in as shen qingqiu, but airplane still becomes shang qinghua. due to plot differences, airplane-bro doesn't really care about what the hell kind of drama the other peak lords are getting up to, but still somehow happens to knock over a book or something- something that, through bullshit plot contrivance butterfly effect, somehow manages to let shen jiu actually save liu qingge in the lingxi caves.

some years pass, years where liu qingge is going through a fantastical knightly enemies to ??? where he slowly learns he may have initially misjudged this man who may not be the paragon of virtue but is nonetheless a person worthy of respect with a possible sordid past that resulted in a difficult disposition and now has to kneel down and admit then make up to his failures, as shen jiu is like "what kind of fucking scheme is he trying to pull", which results in like a weird strained kind of coworkers who Don't Talk About It type relationship. the immortal alliance conference still happens, everything proceeds as in canon, except- when bingge comes back from his 5-year internship in tartarus and does his pidw-canon-typical "destroy shen jiu's reputation and lock him up in the water prison" shenanigans, it turns out that liu qingge Can and Will try to break shen jiu out -not because he really likes the guy all that much, necessarily, but he has a life debt to pay back and also has already dragged his one (1) braincell through the grinder in order to realise his assumed-evil coworker is probably not actually one-dimensionally evil, so he feels complicated enough about it to try and get some actual answers in here - and if that involves kicking demon ass that's just a fun bonus. normally, all this would not be an issue for demon emperor luo binghe who has recently basically come into nigh full power if you discount xin mo being grumpy, because, as established he would not hesitate to kill his former shishu! in fact, he'd be very glad to do that! however, for item out of designated boundary reasons, liu qingge Will Not Fucking Die.

...cue clown music.

liu qingge has already sacrificed his last braincell to trying to comprehend his shattered worldview of shen jiu as a person and therefore he does not examine why he is Actually so determined to break him out, and also doesn't have enough brainpower to feel torn by the fact that duelling luo binghe every week is actually kind of fun (and also why he kind of has a boner about it). shen jiu has a moral crisis about the fact that the man who he's first hated then avoided for like over a decade is now the one guy who keeps trying to legitimately come back for him and is willing to risk death over and over in order to do that, and also that somehow this pisses the beast off enough to distract him from the whole revenge/ripping off limbs thing- except now he's for some reason coming down to the water prison to rant about it? luo binghe, for his part, does not know why he's ranting about it to shen jiu of all people (it started as taunting! then it became some kind of weird routine because that one guy just cannot cease being alive and what is UP with that) and while he does have enough braincells to question why fighting liu qingge every week feels more stable than any other relationship he's had in his life since his mother died, he absolutely refuses to examine it. none of them are making it out of this normal. the clown music gets louder every time they're in one location. huan hua keeps having to dish out more and more repair funds for the bai zhan war god's going ham most destructive. the three clowns are locked in a mario/peach/bowser dynamic stalemate none of them actually want to be in, but it's what fate has dealt, and some god is probably laughing at their miseries.

(meanwhile, god is not laughing. god is wondering what the fuck happened here and how it got to this point and also if this means he might put some of his fake-his-own-death plans on hold just to see what kind of bullshit happens next. ...god also really wishes he could invent popcorn.)

[blackbirdswillsing]

On Gothic

a cute helpful guide on the gothic subculture that no one asked for <3

goth music springing from the late 1970s after the post punk movement was a subculture heavily inspired by the themes found in victorian gothic literature

gothic literature:

frankenstein - mary shelley

dracula - bram stoker

jekyll and hyde - robert stevenson

wuthering heights - emily bronte

rebecca - daphne du maurier

edgar allen poe <3

some keywords that come from gothic literature that can help you spot a goth song:

'dark' 'death' 'black' 'cold' 'heaven' 'hell' 'witches 'bats' 'night' 'roses' 'blood' 'church' 'forest' 'jesus' 'grey' 'horror' 'shadow' 'sacrifice' 'tears' 'ghost' 'spells' 'cry' 'love' 'haunted' 'funeral' 'cathedral'

Some other themes in a song that can help you to decide if it goth or not can be:

heavy bass

synth sounds (the song sounds like it was recorded in an empty church)

mysterious and whimsical vocals

deep vocals

lack of a (electric) guitar

The 1980's and 90's were the peak for the gothic subculture, especially in camden market, london, england

Some bands that were prominent at the time were...

Bauhaus

The Cure

Sisters of Mercy

Siouxsie and the Banshees

Christian Death

Clan of Xymox

The Cramps

Depeche Mode

New Order

Joy Division

Alien Sex Fiend

Fields of the Nephilim

Killing Joke

The Damned

Nick Cave

Softcell

Some other goth band recs:

Boy Harsher

Children on Stun

Earth Calling Angela

Molchat Doma

Forever Grey

Horror Vacui

Lebanon Hanover

London After Midnight

Male Tears

The March Violets

The Merry Thoughts

Paradise Lost

Paralysed Age

Plastique Noir

Rendez Vous

Rosetta Stone

Selofan

She Wants Revenge

Skinny Puppy

Specimen

This Cold Night

Tragic Black

Traitrs

Type O Negative

Twin Tribes

ULTRA SUNN

Xmal Deutschland

Your Funeral

The 69 Eyes

Please let me know which ones i've missed because these are just ones that I have taken from my own playlist!

The music is the number one most important part of goth subculture and you don't have to dress goth to be goth... but it sure is fun to do so! Goth fashion holds its roots in thrifting, upcycling and sustainable fashion (buying 'goth' clothes from shein, dollskill and killstar is a big no no).

Anyone can style their gothic outfits however they like but here are some examples of different styles:

Trad(itional) Goth:

Romantic Goth:

Victorian Goth:

The styles can get very similar so let me know if i’ve mixed any up!

I’ve reached the limit on the number of pictures i can add so here are some more examples of goth styles:

Corporate goth

Gothabilly

Mall Goth

Cyber Goth

J-Goth

Baby Bat

Mopey Goth

Vampire Goth

Steam punk

To end the post i'm circling back to gothic literature by listing some films too (which are often based on the books)

Everyone's beloved: Bela Lugosi in the first adaptation of Bram Stoker's Dracula in 1931

The Crow 1994 which comes with a song from The Cure

Interview with the Vampire 1994

The Rocky Horror Picture Show 1975

Edward Scissor Hands 1990

The Addams family 1991 (if he's not like gomez then i don't want him)

The Craft 1996

That's all I have for now and if you made it this far thank you so much for reading and have a nice day <3

current goth song on repeat:

[sun-and-moon-mushroom]

AU where, at some point after Bingge gets thrown into the Abyss, SJ decides he’s had enough of the murder accusations and having to listen to teenage attempts to play music and wrote poetry, and decides to fuck off. He tells YQY he’s going into ‘seclusion’ for his cultivation and proceeds to change his clothes, hairstyle, and wear something that covers his face as he starts travelling around as a wandering cultivator under his original name (if asked if he’s related to that Shen, he just tells the truth — he’s an orphan who never knew his family). This eliminates at least 60% of his stress and anxiety since he’s actually able to relax without worrying about insults or keeping his reputation as a cold and elegant immortal master intact.

Time goes on, and eventually Bingge comes back. Hearing that SQQ is away, he figures he’ll just use the time to focus on gathering power and collecting evidence before he can take his revenge. Along the way, he ends up in a small town, where he ends up going to a brothel because Xin Mo is being annoying and he left his wives at home. He steps in the door and — is that Shen Qingqiu???

SJ doesn’t recognise this handsome stranger who’s uncommonly polite to prostitutes. It’s been years since he saw LBH and he was an underfed teenager then, no taller than him. Even the name wouldn’t jog his memory since it’s not like he ever used the little beast’s name outside of the occasional bit of paperwork. So, he invites him over for tea and they talk.

LBH is immediately convinced that this cannot be SQQ because he’s actually being nice to him. He invited him to sit down and have tea! He’s asking for his opinion on the music! He’s smiling! LBH is pretty sure SQQ would rather drop dead than smile at anyone, let alone him! He goes into conspiracy mode: is this a long lost relative? amnesia?? an alternate universe counterpart??? possession????

SJ now has to deal with this strange cultivator following him around, always ‘coincidentally’ visiting the same towns he does and offering to help him on night hunts… because LBH is too curious about this not-Shen-Qingqiu to leave him alone. Eventually, SJ decides the best way to get rid of this stranger is to become disliked by him, something he’s got plenty of experience with. Of course, his entire life story (who’s going to connect it to the Qing Jing peak lord anyway? and it feels surprisingly good to actually tell someone) is the perfect choice.

This has the opposite of the intended effect, as now they’re bonding over their mutually awful childhoods. SJ complains about how at least LBH had a mother, LBH points out that maybe it’s better to never have someone than loose them, and SJ brings up Yue Qi. LBH says he was abandoned in the Demon Realm, because the Endless Abyss is a bit unrealistic for an ordinary cultivator to escape, SQQ points out that he would probably have preferred the Demon Realm to the sect he ended up in, and LBH has to agree. LBH talks about his shitty master and SJ can’t help but compare him to Qiu Jianluo.

Bingge is Bingge, so of course this ends up with them in bed together. In a moment of passion, LBH accidentally calls him Shizun… and SJ realises, and immediately goes into crisis.

[diediegamchicothdie]

First thank u @queenoftheundergroundscene for the Varg's cringe love letter

Now

Who is Lullaby Oliveira and why varg hates Brazil???? (Beside he's racist)

Lullaby is a black metal musician and artist from Brazil who highlights the sexual element on black metal (she writes stories about fuck with demons), and she the front girl of underground band Lullaby which had the peak of popularity on 90's.

How did she meet Varg? We don't know, she probably met Euro (he liked to talk with everyone in metal's world because he was a 🦜🦜) first and then she "spoke" with Varg, and I said "spoke" because she never answered, probably she died in cringe, my girl was talking about fuck demons and he introduced to her with "Southron" lol.

So, I just did this post to show this meme

(Instagram: meijemsimplol recuerden que soy una presa política por meta)

Maybe Faust cannot take revenge for his best friend murder, but at least he can get married with a Brazilian baddie!!!!!

And remember:

Southron Lullaby!

This is the manifest of male magic, this is the lidless eye, Count Grishnackh of no colors. Your letter was very interesting.

It was not long nor informative.... But it gave me a feeling of wonder. After reading it I thought of women of secret shadow.

As if beauty was their voice.....Calling for males to follow them into the shadows of the woods where evil lurks,

evil creatures and spirits who no one dare belive in. Among theese creatures....the nymph...the woman! I got this feeling that you

where sutch a "woman" tempting me to follow you. Write "Count I'm in the fell ... follow me ... "Lullaby" I think most males would

blindly follow you....without thinking about where you would take them. Mayby that is your goal? Mayby I should belive you when you

say you are Lucifer's? I recognized myself a lot. I enjoy to capture the love of females...It strengthen me. Also I drink virgin blood

whenever I can. And of course steal the virigin of many young beautiful, innocent, kind, unknowing girls. By playing music I geta lot of

worshipp! People worshipp time, feelings, etc. to me by listening to my music! So my power increase. I know that! Now I can do mostly

what I want to do... I can not cast lightning from my hands or sutch feary stuff. But acts to make people cry without

reason, make girls fall in love, or to sense others powers and feelings. Things like that. I think you have some cunning plans not

only beauty. You will never get my soul. I collect souls myself. I'm not to be collected. I have no love or good feelings.

I exist purely to get power. Power that will give me a place in the dark land where shadows lie. Where I will serve the dark lord.

Spread my lidless eye.

your "tempting" words...

PS I'll gladly have more pics.

Count Grishnackh.

Pd: he said "plz sand bobs and vagene" in Norsk

[etherealmaidenprincess]

Why I Stopped Chasing

Shadamy/Sonamy

It was a cool winter evening. The moonlight peaked through its phase to give off a bit of a soft gleam. Amy laid in her bed, candles lit, fairy lights gingerly twinkled and calming classical music playing through her headphones. Allergies, possibly a small cold, had really messed her up and she needed the rest. However that wasn’t all that was keeping her down tonight. Physically she felt congested but inside the small flicker of guilt that had lingered for years, gnawed at her gut.

Closing her eyes she didn’t notice the near ominous specks of green light seemingly appear out of nowhere. Growing more and more until a small breeze brushed past her quills, eliciting her to look at where it came from. Considering her window was shut tight for the winter. Upon seeing a familiar red and black silhouette, with a rather obvious green chaos emerald in hand, she slowly lifted her head in confusion.

“S-Shadow?”

“Apologies for barging in without knocking.” His usual demeanor that reminded her of a tuxedo chao, evident whilst putting the gem in his jacket pocket.

“It’s…fine. Why are you here?”

“Your friends are worried and I couldn’t take the insistent, worrisome whining. According to them you haven’t been…yourself lately.”

“Yeah well that’s what happens when one is struggling to breathe due to allergies and a possible cold.” A more sarcastic smile as she gestured to herself and the multiple small tissue boxes on her bedside table. He raised a brow, arms folded that clearly stated he wasn’t convinced this was it.

“What?”

“Is this really what’s bothering you?”

“I mean I couldn’t fake this nor did I want it.” She groaned, laying her head back down.

“You’ve stopped chasing after him.”

Amy blinked, glancing at one of her scented candles. The guilt continued to make her feel so queasy, she hadn’t been able to eat properly for days. Shadow noticed her annoyed and irritated expression instantly vanish to one look he was very familiar with. The pain in her eyes, evident as it was easy to read. But it wasn’t so simple.

“Yeah” She finally spoke with simple and soft acknowledgement. “So what if I did? It’s probably for the best. Not to be rude, Shadow, but why do you care if I do or don’t?” Watching him be the one to look at the same candle before shutting his eyes and giving a more…heartfelt answer than she expected.

“The same reason you reached out to me back when we were enemies.” Amy blinked as memories of her begging and pleading with him to save the earth, that he is more than revenge and that if anything else she would care for him. Gesturing to her bed, he sat down as they just looked at the flickering flame for a bit.

“At first it was out of embarrassment.” She began. “Once I realized that what I was doing was desperate, obsessive and really unhealthy, even if I never meant to do it, I felt…awful. The guilt grew overtime and while I’ve always been reassured and proven that our friendship and my help isn’t a lie, I can’t shake off the past version of me.

There are three things that got so lost in translation. I don’t believe in the whole ‘love at first sight’ bs. At first I thought it was just deep admiration. But I kept getting strong intuitions of us together and those kept getting stronger overtime. Some turned out to be visions. Heck the amount of times I tried using my tarot cards to prove it- and it came true. Though I haven’t in awhile when I learned that it might’ve been wishful thinking on my part.”

“You do have a true gift for reading people as well as your strength.” Pausing, she couldn’t help but have a small smile peak through before continuing. 

“I think overtime…I truly have fallen for him naturally. It’s part of why I have backed off.”

“Seems…counterproductive.”

“You know the old saying ‘If you love someone, set them free.’-”

“ ‘If they come back it was meant to be.’ I believe the rest of the saying goes.” Catching her tilted yet admiring expression he coughed and glanced away.

“Maria and I studied much literature when we were on the ARK.” Amy knew she shouldn’t push, but every bit of information he willingly gave about that part of his life, she cherished in her heart.

“My point is this. What I love about him, among many other things, is that drive of freedom, adventure and living in the moment. The thought of being with someone, that traditional idealistic stigma of ‘settling down’ would terrify anyone that doesn’t want that for themselves. I may not always look like it, but that life is so boring to me. It ties into the third point in all of this.”

“You long for that sense of freedom too.” Shadow guessed as it slowly clicked.

“I rather go see the world, go on journies that I can’t always experience back home. Live my life to the fullest. I may not want everything that Sonic does, I am my own person after all, but I wanted him to see that I wouldn’t want him to change, ever. But my actions would seemingly counteract my intentions, even if I tried to talk about my honest truth. Though I will admit, I’m not my best at communicating when I feel so flustered, annoyed and not thinking clearly.”

“Seems pretty clear to me Rose.”

“Yeah well, he’s not here.” She giggled nervously before reaching for a tissue, and hand sanitizer, before turning away.

“So you stopped chasing after him because-?”

“I stopped chasing after him to one, stop being so clingy, two to try and convey that I want him to live his best life as I try to live my own. Three so I can truly ask if this was honestly meant to be or if we have to stay friends, which….I’m okay with.” A brief pause as she wanted to say one more thing that was another reason why. One that had red highlights, can be broody and is sitting her listening to every word she had said. Her heart still yearned for Sonic….but it now also yearned for Shadow’s.

“I think I understand.” Shadow’s voice broke the growing silence. “But…do you still care for him in that way?” Holding out his hand for hers before gently pulling her upright.

“Yes. There is…one other factor but…I can’t say what just yet.” Amy breathed softly as she felt her head being guided to rest on his shoulder.

“Faker truly doesn’t see what’s right in front of him.” The usual annoyance in tone was added in with something else she wasn’t expecting. This level of care seemed so out of character and yet, also felt so right.

“I’ll be okay with that if he never does…I’ll have to be okay with that. Besides, he’ll always make me laugh and will be there to help if needed.” Amy giggled, letting this moment linger a bit before slowly laying herself back down.

“I’ll tell the other’s I’m okay and once fully over all this.” Gesturing to her face, tissue in hand. “I’ll be back for more adventures.”

“I’ll let you rest.” Shadow got up and pulled out the gem. Preparing to go back and let the other’s know she was fine and needed rest.

“Shadow, wait!” Amy called out as he glanced over his shoulder. “Thank you for checking in and hearing me out. I deeply appreciate it.” She smiled as he rolled his eyes before giving a small smirk.

“Anytime, Rose. Chaos Control!” Another flicker of a breeze and she pulled the blankets over herself, drifting back to sleep slowly.

Meanwhile a blue hedgehog unintentionally found himself outside her window, originally preparing to make a visit, but lingered in on the conversation. Heart pounding and a blush against his cheeks.

‘I should’ve known this was much more than what it seemed. Especially since it’s you, sweet Amy.’ Sonic thought before slowly peeking through the window, opening it slightly just to cover her up more with blankets. Running a hand through her quills with a soft smile.

‘You mean so much more to me Ames. One day I’ll make sure you know….soon.'

[mystverse]

SMAU REC LIST² - SKZ, NCT, ENHA

THE ART OF LOVE : : @lxvemaze

PAIRING. bangchan x shy!artist!reader

✿SYNOPSIS. when chris texted an artist he found on instagram with the hopes of them designing an album cover for him, he never expected to fall head over heels in love with them.

NERF THIS! : : @injvns

progamer!haechan x streamer!femreader

in which overwatch streamer yn ln is on a winning streak one night, and sorta kinda ends up killing professional overwatch player lee haechan on stream…multiple times. she didn't even know who he was, let alone that he was super hot?! c'mon, she wouldn't have smoked him THAT hard if she knew!

Or

yn starts overwatch beef with haechan accidentally. romance ensues.

HOW NOT TO BE A VIRGIN 101 : : @diaphamin

summary : college is about gaining further education, to some, but to y/n it means she is finally free to explore the side of life she was never able to. parties, relationships, and sex. she was tired of being dull, tired of being the only one around her who hasn’t experienced anything romantic. she was ready to be the exact opposite of what she wasn’t. the only problem being… she doesn’t know how. that’s when she calls upon haechan, someone notoriously known for having a bit too much fun… and asks him for guidance.

WHERE YOU ARE : : @luvmahae

pairing: fratboy!haechan x fem!reader

summary: what the absolute fuck is up baby! fall semester marks the peak of greek life at ncu. the campus quad is filled with tents representing various fraternities and sororities with their letters proudly presented in front of each booth, all eager to recruit new members. as students return to campus, they are met with a flood of fliers and invitations to parties, mixers, and rush events. while you were walking through the crowd of eager freshmen to join these organizations, you bumped into someone very unexpected...

what do you do when you bump into the guy you hooked up with after a music festival during summer break? instead of the royal blue basketball jersey you first met him in, it was replaced by a varsity jacket with the letters reading "ΝΧΘ".

"haechan?"

BED CHEM : : @wonbin-truther

college student yn x college student jaemin

summery! when jaemin saw the big red "16%" on his first organic chemistry test, he knew he needed a tutor, fast. enter l/n y/n, a chemical engineering student who is determined to raise his grade. but as study sessions turn into late-night library marathons, jaemin is starting to realize he’s got more than just organic chemistry to worry about.

GOOD GRACES : : @106alibi

pairing: boxer!jeno x magazine-editor!reader

synopsis: y/n knows she's petty. so when she found out her (secret) celebrity boyfriend of a year had been cheating on her, through a news article to make things worse, she decided to cook up an action plan to get back at him, and what better way to take revenge than to get together with his all-time favourite athlete?

LEFT ON SEEN : : @jsbluu

pairing: dance major!jisung x environmental scientist fem!reader

you, a first year college student at ncit university, "stumble" upon the twitter account of your campus crush, park jisung. you've had a crush on him since your junior year of high school, but he always seemed to have a flock of girls chasing after him.

out of a boost of confidence (and maybe a little too much to drink), you decide to send him a dm. what's the worst that could happen? he has thousands of followers, it's not like he's ever gonna see it.. right?

wrong! will jisung reply to you and fall in love? or will you just become another girl lost in his dms. read to find out!

SCUM'S WISH 𓆩♡𓆪 : : @jungaji

pairing: park jisung x fem!reader

synopsis: struggling with unrequited feelings, you and park jisung agree to a fake relationship to ease your loneliness, filling the gaps left by others. with promises not to fall for each other and to part ways if your affections are reciprocated elsewhere, you jump into this arrangement. can you both stick to the rules, or will the lines between pretense and reality blur?

or, in which you and park jisung turn to each other for comfort in an attempt to soothe your unrequited loves.

FUNERAL PYRE : : @peacheeeliz

PARING ⤏ barista!heeseung x metalhead!fem reader

SYNOPSIS ⤏ heeseung is completely starstruck by the motorcyclist that frequently visits the coffee shop he works at. y/n has no interest in the peppy barista at the cafe she visits after classes. but that doesn't stop him from wanting to get to know her more.

A VIRGIN WHO CAN'T READ : : @luvyeni

starring … park sunghoon ‧ female reader

ㅤ୨ৎ no one in your friend group couldn't understand why you and sunghoon stopped being friends after freshman year of college; they all chalked it up as for reasons only you and he knew about , you and sunghoon couldnt get along, and when he threatened to tell your brother something your deepest darkest secret you called him a virgin who couldn't read to your 24k fans and the name spread throughout the campus…

or in which ‧ a year later sunghoon still holds your secret over your head , claiming “future blackmailing” but that's just easier to explain why he's your number one viewer or why he even hated you in the first place …

: MYST - im just using these lists as my library, don't mind me

[rxqueenxgirl]

YOUR LIFE AS A ROCKSTAR!

if you want a reading more in depth you can massage me on private or you can know more about my paid readings here!

take a deep breath and pick a pile!

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟏.

your position - you're the singer. maybe even the leader image of the band. your voice brings the powerful and dreamy part of the band, thing your songs are famous for.

your band - I'm seeing lots of cruelty and cold-hearted vibes. Your band-mates are very strict about business and this is the image they have for everyone. The public sees you more as coworkers than best friends.

your reputation - you seem to be in a constant hiatus, you don't do interviews, you're very isolated for a famous rockstar.

your band's reputation - it seems like your band is respected in the industry for the sad memory it holds, maybe the death of a member while the band was peaking. the band is a "classic one", everyone knows it, everybody listens to it and everybody knows about the tragedy it brings. or it has been around the culture as a band you listen when you're sad or depressed, like deftones, even though the band doesn't intend it.

type of music - I'm seeing lots of imagine dragons here, also queen. songs about developing character, about struggles but with a fun/strong sound. your public will me mostly males.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟐.

your position - you started the band so you're considered the leader, you most likely play the drums but can also sing. you decided to start a band as an enterprise, you searched for talents with a futuristic vision.

your band - your bandmates have a good chemistry but just don't get along well, maybe because they're all so talented that the amount of spotlight they get is not what they really deserve. I'm seeing some jealously, some members are more famous than others and it affects the friendship. so there's no harmony off stage.

your reputation - you are seen as a king/queen lol. the current best in your genre, you have a sharp mind, know how to take what you need from the industry in order to get money and fame. you are famous even for people who don't know you or your band, they just know you have a successful reputation.

your band's reputation - the band's seen as the type of band you listen to when you're having an existential crisis. you have no haters at all, is like you're not on mainstream enough to cause a debate like that, also your fans are chill.

type of music - definitely indie rock, similar to radiohead and the smiths, with melancholic instrumental and depressing lyrics. the music brings lots of introspection and philosophical questions.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟑.

your position - you don't have a fixed position, you might be a guitarrist, a bassist or a vocalist, it really depends at what pace the band is. and you're kind of the "underrated" member, you do the most yet don't get the attention you deserve, but I think it's because you don't have the same charisma as the other members.

your band - they hate you lol they envy you and they kicked you out, I'm sorry. nevertheless, the environment of they created was never good, they weren't good people anyways and as soon as you left the fans could tell the quality decayed. the band had this "chaotic" energy, which was actually just how mean they were.

your reputation - you are famous as a solo artist, and your suffering in the hands of your ex-bandmates still haunts your career. the media notices how you turned cold once you left and claim you seek revenge, now this is up to debate, but you're definitely turning things around and starting your own empire. you're viewed as a pioneer on the genre, if someone is new in this industry their dream is to collaborate with you. you might even be seen as crazy or bitter for not taking people's shit to your face, but you have lots of people who support you.

your band's reputation - regardless of all chaos your band is still legendary, it is the type of band that marked a generation. the band was ahead of its time and was definitely a culture reset. a niche/non-famous genre turned mainstream because of your band and the members are still revered for their work, as much as you are. people would wear the clothes style, copy the make-up and everything. I'm seeing your band did lots of artistic makeup.

type of music - EMO!!! (I kept thinking of my chemical romance as soon as I turned the first tarot card). it's leaning more towards pop emo or pop punk, but it's definitely full of energy and loud.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟒

your position - you're the hot bassist, no discussion. compared to your bandmates you're the chill one, but good god!! people can't keep their chill around you because you're so attractive

your band - they're about that rock and roll life. sex, drugs and money all the way. you're buddies and have fun together, but the more fame you get the crazier this friendship gets, they start to be inconsequential.

your reputation - as I said, you're the chill one. and to both your bandmates and outsiders you look tired of that lifestyle. you're often portraited as the mature one, they think you're down to earth and the band's energy worns you out. they think you don't have confidence too. you look like you want to quit this mess.

your band's reputation - y'all don't have the best reputation among the media lol. so full of debts because of irresponsibility, no etiquette infront of cameras, no respect for whoever crosses your path, egoistic and everything. but you're famous regardless, even your fans alleged that but they don't really care. your band is seen as the crazy people that get attention wherever they go.

type of music - classic rock, hard rock, whatever it takes for you to get half-naked and smoke on stage. the songs are actually bangers and the members master their instruments so it's just pure rock and roll when they're performing, they don't follow the right chords and tabs they just improvise in the heat of the moment.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟓.

your position - you're the singer. you don't play any instruments in the band, so you're dependent to that position. you're the frontman/frontwoman which is complicated because you're very shy and insecure (like hope sandoval or alex turner in the first years of band), but the public still adores you, you have a sweet unique voice (like hope sandoval or alex turner in the first years of band).

your band - it started as a garage band with your mates this got stuck as the energy of the band as a whole: just friends who like to play music and have fun together.

your reputation - the world sees you as dreamy, they think you have amazing ideas, your voice is so soft-spoken that whatever comes out of your mouth becomes cool. they think you're full of joy despite your timidness, you're their "favorite girl/boy" because you're cute, talented and mostly unproblematic.

your band's reputation - "started from the bottom and now we're here" is what people think of when the band's name is mentioned. the band had a simple start but after so many hardwork it got where it's today. also I'm seeing you pioneer a niche genre for being one of the firsts (and bc it is so niche it had like just other 5 artists around the scene).

type of music - I'm seeing grunge and beach rock, like some crazy combination or expecific sound like midwest emo. the lyrics are mostly abstract with no meaning displayed to the face, the instrumental is slow and made by pedals.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟔.

your position - you are part of a duo, so you're singing and probably play all the instruments you need to get things done.

your band - the band is actually a project of big artists. they are famous being solo or as part of another band, but friendship brings them together occasionally. so the band is actually "a side project" (like boygenius and the last shadow muppets) that works so well it has more fame than most of the current scene.

your reputation - you're seen as apathetic and melancholic, maybe because of the type of music you bring to the table, maybe because of how you portrait yourself in public. people feel like you don't bring out a connection to them, like you lack charisma. they do respect you because you're no average artist, but you have been put inside the "sad girl/boy" archetype.

your band's reputation - lovebirds. that's it. they think you're in love with each other. there's an undeniable chemistry going on between you two on many ways: the way you perform together, the way your talents complete each other, the way you laugh at internal jokes on interviews...

type of music - synth punk or pop rock, something that stands out. the lyrics are not necessarily meaningful because the songs are the type to dance and headbang to. it's definitely the type of music everybody else listens to and becomes an instant classic.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

This moving arc is going crazy ngl. This season is really peak, JJK could never

I know you didn't even mean for this to be an ask but:

(Genshin Impact/GFL) How helpful Lisa, Eula, Noelle, Navia, Furina, Lumine, AK-12, AN-94, AK-15, and RPK-16 would be during your move

After fighting boxes and moving trucks for the last 6 straight days, this has been on my mind.

(Lisa) "Oof, these boxes are going to kill my back tomorrow...!"

Lisa has experience carrying heavy books from her days studying in Sumeru and being a Librarian in Mondstadt.

But do you really think this beautiful woman is going to help you carry the seventeen boxes of glass kitchenware that you have no recollection of even owning?

Absolutely not.

That is too heavy, even for her.

But at the very least when the moving and unpacking is over, she will give and demand the very best cuddles to recover from the process.

Expect her to say that she was sore with helping you last night in an intentionally weird way to get a rise out of you and anyone in the vicinity.

Help Rating: 2/5, Call Lisa in for the love, not for physical labor.

(Eula) "Good grief, how much dust is in here?!" ACHOO! "Ugh...! If this was some elaborate scheme just to hear me sneeze the entire time, I will enact terrible vengeance upon you!"

Quips of revenge aside, she is actually very helpful!

Eula can carry the boxes no problem, and makes sure to have the proper posture when doing so.

If she can swing her claymore around like they're nothing, then surely your belongings will be jut as trivial?

She is also extremely gentle putting down boxes that she knows is full of your stuff.

The only real negative thing you have to deal with is just her constant muttering if a box is giving her too much trouble.

Help Rating: 3/5, You now swear vengeance upon the boxes thanks to Eula saying it over and over

(Noelle) "Please, allow me! I can have these put away in no time!"

The boxes will be hearing boss music upon Noelle's arrival.

For when there is a mess, Noelle is inevitable.

She somehow packs everything into the boxes into such an impossibly efficient manner, that you didn't know you could fit that much stuff into a small cardboard box.

Noelle also does it under a few hours without breaking a sweat.

The scary part is that she can go faster while keeping the same immaculate level of care if you give her a kiss on the cheek or praise her.

And it'll mean even more to her by the fact you're still helping her. It's the thought that counts!

Help Rating: You don't even need to be there/5

(Navia) "Here, just tell me where these boxes are going in your new home. Packing? Hm, no need!"

You know what she does instead of packing herself?

She hires someone else to do it.

When it comes to more personal items, she'll gladly help you wrap it carefully and with love.

But all your furniture?

Yeah, no. That's what the hired help is for.

You and Navia will be directing people left and right where to place the furniture and boxes of your belongings without really needing to lift a finger yourself.

Help Rating: 5/5, the best help is the kind where someone else does the entire job for you.

(Furina) "Oh, it is about time you come to me for aid, dearest! Allow me to help!"

In the wise words of Sergeant Johnson:

"Hmph, MY ASS!"

This woman didn't even unload her boxes when she moved into her apartment, what makes you think that she'd help you unload your stuff properly?

She may be an Archon but her arm strength and experience with moving is next to nothing.

Furina will act all cool and try to lift a box only for it to nearly collapse on her, or throw her out her back.

Her little familiars can't help with your boxes since you know, they're made of water.

But at least the pouting face she'll make will be cute. Kinda like Aqua, huh?

Help Rating: Just get Clorinde or Neuvillette, don't ask the blue gremlin/5

(Lumine) "We really need to get you a teapot! Anyways, let's get to work!"

Lumine doesn't mind to help, and her arm strength despite her appearance is insane.

She'll be carrying 3-4 boxes like it's nothing, though she struggles to actually see anything in front of her.

Paimon helps as much as she can, so you get a 2 for 1 deal asking Lumine!

She's a little unused to moving furniture herself since Tubby and the Teapot took care of that for her own home, but she makes moving very fun!

Help Rating: 5+1/5, but Lumine will question your taste in decor.

(AK-12) "Ah, moving dorms? Well, at least it's within the base and not too far.~"

Even though 12 is a combat android, she can only lift so much.

She might complain about the servos in her arms going haywire and that you'll need to fix them, but in reality she's just teasing just to get a rise out of you.

And despite her eyes being closed, she has better sense of her surroundings than you do, not once bumping into anything or hitting the doorframes.

Once its finished, 12 will just say that you 'owe her one' for helping with the move.

Help Rating: 3/5, it'd be higher but she's too damn smug about lifting more than you.

(AN-94) "Moving assignment understood. Providing assistance."

94 is a little stiff about the moving process at first.

But as it progresses, she uncharacteristically gets distracted by the items you choose to keep and throw away.

She'll ask with a curious expression about why you're throwing away old but usable items, and 94 ends up learning a lot about you.

While the move itself is very normal, it ends up being a nice bonding experience for the two of you!

Help Rating: 4/5, very sweet

(AK-15) "This weight is trivial. Please, stand aside for a moment."

15 is an absolute monster when it comes to the physical labor.

She will stack the heaviest boxes into one pile and carry it without even moving her hair.

15 helpfully moves any of the things you'd struggle with, all the while her expression doesn't really change.

She'd question why you'd thank her for simply doing her job, but it's something she'll appreciate with the slightest blush.

Help Rating: 5/5, she can probably lift you, me, and the boxes in one hand.

(RPK-16) "Hm...I wonder if humanity were to go extinct right now, what would the new race think of finding your belongings?...Hah, your face! Don't mind me, just thinking aloud.~"

16 is not really that strong, but since she's an android, boxes aren't too bad of a gig for her.

After all, she lugs around an LMG.

Regardless, she helps you pack but be prepared to answer a LOT of questions on why you own the items you do.

Both out of genuine curiosity, and to annoy the shit out of you.

But hey, you'll at least get through the moving somewhat quickly thanks to her.

Help Rating: 3/5, Thanks to her, there's now a lot of weird cryptic questions floating through your mind. Such as if the bug that finds its way into the box knows that it had walked into its tomb?

[odditycircus-2002]

MK 9/10/11 Dom Scorpion x Sub Quan Chi’s daughter S/O SFW and NSFW part 2? If they fallen in love earlier, they could have made a child, like a daughter? Having her mother’s beauty, her father’s eyes, and her parents necromancy and fire powers, this half-human half-demon would be quiet and somewhat kind like her mother, yet merciless and quick to kill her enemies? Thinks revenge is stupid due to how pointless it is which makes Scorpion at least glad she wouldn’t walk the same path as him.

A/N: I’m glad to continue on this😁 Although, I don’t think I’ll be strictly following the timeline of events for the games. Also sorry if I don't include EVERYTHING in your request, but I hope you're happy with these nonetheless.

Minors DNI!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scorpion and Quan-Chi’s Daughter Reader insert with a daughter HCs

NSFW:

Y’all know the saying, “The best part of having a baby is making it”? In this case, the baby-making happened the night you married Hanzo, unbeknownst to either of you at the time. Your new husband had a surprise for you outside the compound; Hanzo and the rest of the Shirai Ryu set up a small picnic with sake on top of the highest hill. But the real surprise came when Hanzo blew out the lanterns to show you the meteor shower.

If Hanzo could've taken a photo of your eyes lighting up, seeing the night sky light up and glitter in a way you've never seen before, he would have captured the moment forever. Yet, the thought didn't cross his mind when you grabbed Hanzo to leave a scorching kiss, trying to convey your joy and gratitude to have the Shirai Ryu's Grandmaster in your life. No words were needed, as Hanzo reciprocated by wrapping his warm arms around you as he laid on his back. For a while, you two only kissed one another while your hands wandered over their spouse's body. The sound of your breathy moans acts as music to Hanzo's ears.

You gave little warning as you teleported both back to your quarters. Once you both recovered from the abrupt landing, you two simultaneously peeled off your respective clothes. Hanzo then gently pushed you onto your shared bed, feeling your toned body with his calloused hands with pure devotion in his warm brown eyes. You let out more moans and pleas as your husband marked your collarbone with bites and nibbles, using his skilled fingers and tongue to bring you to such peaks that you could've sworn you saw Heaven.

You had to beg your husband to not bring you to climax as you wanted to make him feel so good, too. You, too, wanted to see your love's face contort into pleasure by your hands. With a breathless chuckle, Hanzo acquiesces and lays back as you lay all your love on him. You licked and nibbled down your husband's well-trained body before returning to his lips to kiss him until you could no longer ignore your lung's demand for air. You used your hands to caress and pump Hanzo's hard cock, until your husband couldn't take it anymore.

No space existed between you two once you and your husband became one. You clung to one another, your lips locked in passion, your legs crossed over Hanzo's bare back, with the latter rutting deep and slow into your quivering pussy. You let out a cry as your cunt clamped down on your husband and reached your peak. Hanzo isn't too far behind, letting out a groan as his thrusts became sloppier, which only grew louder as you begged him to fill you up.

Yet, neither of you was done just after one round. Both of you craved the touch of your spouse and the pleasure of joining together. You came many more times that night with Hanzo, keeping you warm and full of his seed as you switched positions. Sometimes, Hanzo would have you riding him; other times, you did so with your husband at your back. By the time both of you were satiated, you were covered in sweat and the other's fluids but content in each other's arms.

SFW:

Pregnancy & Birth:

You weren't so sheltered that you didn't know the birds and bees or how babies are made. However, your upbringing and education didn't inform you about what pregnancy symptoms are. So, for most of your first trimester, you were as oblivious as Hanzo was to the changes your body was going through. Well, that's not completely true...

Firstly, you found yourself going through bouts of nausea, but you chalked that up to something you unknowingly ate since not all Earthrealm food agrees with your stomach. Whenever nausea became so overwhelming that you did throw up, it was far and few in between enough that you thought it wasn't anything to worry Hanzo over. Plus, it didn't affect your appetite too much; in fact, it seemed to have increased to the point you had some pudge around your stomach.

However, what strikes your husband as odd is how easily fatigued you seem to become and how you sometimes wake up with stiffness in your hips and back. Hanzo knew you to be relatively in shape and often bathed in the hot springs to soothe your back after training, so he was stumped about what could be happening to you. For some reason, seeing you like this reminded him of his late wife, Harumi... 'Could it be that Y/N is?-'

Hanzo dared not finish the thought lest he give himself false hope. Besides, if you knew, you would've told him by now. The former wraith reasoned that Earthrealmers and demons cannot procreate because of their differences. Yet, that reasoning went out the window when you suddenly crouched over and emptied your stomach while walking with you in the Fire Gardens.

On that same day, after calling in the Shirai Ryu's doctor, you learned that you were pregnant with Hanzo's child. Both you and Hanzo's shock eventually gave way to euphoria as you embraced one another. While you didn't plan on becoming parents this soon, you were pleased by this surprise. "This is so wonderful! We created life, Hanzo!" " Arigatō, hontōni arigatō, watashi no utatori..."

Of course, the rest of the newly rebuilt Shirai Ryu were ecstatic to welcome their upcoming clan member, the first to be born into the restored clan. Seeing this second chance, Hanzo made sure he and the rest of the clan took the utmost care of you. They and Hanzo were with you every step of the way during your pregnancy.

Hanzo remained patient with you through your mood swings, your aches and pains, your cravings for raw meat, and your worries. You often shared with Hanzo you didn't know if you would be a good mother to your baby. You never knew yours, and Quan-chi wasn't a parental figure to emulate. You didn't want your child to feel as unloved and miserable as you were in the Netherrealm.

And each time, your husband would hold you in his warm arms, making you feel safe, as he assuaged your fears in a gentle voice. You and he will figure out how to be the best parents together. The clan will support you and love the child, welcoming them into their ranks with open arms. You won't be like Quan-chi at all, as you already hold so much love for him and the clan. Hanzo knows this, as he's seen how much you already love their child. He's seen you playing lullabies on your shamisen accompanied by your haunting yet melodious singing, how you stayed up early in the morning researching child care, and how you would speak to your growing bump about how excited You and Hanzo are to meet them.

Hanzo was with you throughout your labor and the birth. Holding your back against his chest as you squeezed his hand to the point you pretty much broke every bone in it. Yet the Shirai Ryu's Grandmaster hardly paid any mind to his broken hand when he finally heard your daughter's cry for the first time, strong and loud.

You teased that your daughter already had his scowl. Hanzo responded that he was fortunate then and that she had inherited your beauty. You secretly hoped that's all your newborn inherited from you. It would take a few months to see that your daughter also had her father's eyes, much to your hidden delight and relief.

Upbringing:

For the most part, and to you and Hanzo's relief, D/N was a normal baby with all the regular ups and downs that came with raising a baby. Yet, luckily, you had a husband AND an entire clan to share the responsibilities with, so you weren't overwhelmed with caring for D/N. You sometimes couldn't help but smother your infant daughter with affection in front of other clan members while exclaiming with jubilation. "I made this!"

Hanzo was amazed every day he could wake up next to you or hear your daughter's cries, a reminder of what he's been blessed with after going through literal Hell. Yet, that also meant that you and D/N were given around-the-clock protection from the clan's warriors. You understood where Hanzo was coming from, but even then, sometimes you had to tell him off for how suffocating it was to not get a little alone time every now and then. Hanzo would sometimes acquiesce until his paranoia builds up again when he hears concerning news from his friend Kenshi or the Special Forces.

However, it could be argued that Hanzo was even worse with D/N regarding how overprotective he can be, as she wasn't allowed to leave the Shirai Ryu's compound until she was much older. It gets to the point that you grew concerned about D/N feeling trapped within the compound, as you were in the Netherrealm. So, you secretly would sometimes go behind your husband's back to show D/N a world beyond the Compound's stone walls, swearing your daughter to secrecy. However, that's not to say you weren't cautious about her safety. You informed any guard on duty who agreed to not tell Hanzo about your escapades and where you were heading. You never went out unarmed and strayed too far, all to keep D/N safe.

However, because of these secret escapades, D/N grew bold enough to explore outside the compound on her own as she grew older. You knew about this, no matter how sneaky D/N thought she was, yet you feigned ignorance. You decided that as long as D/N isn't previously endangered, there's no need to interfere with her late-night exploration. This has resulted in D/N collecting stray cats, which she also would attempt to hide from you or Hanzo, which both of you knew. You love cats as much as the next person, but 12 is more than enough for you and your husband. The latter is confused about how strays keep entering the compound.

When D/N was just a rambunctious toddler, she accidentally set her biwa on fire, which she was just beginning to learn to play. D/N ran up to you and Hanzo in tears, saying she didn't mean to burn it. You and Hanzo assured D/N that they know it wasn't on purpose, but that does mean Hanzo would have to begin her training slightly earlier than they thought. This was fine by D/N, a daddy's girl who was happy to spend more time with her father. You assured D/N it was to make sure she could control her abilities and prevent accidental burnings. You later would gift your daughter a biwa you made yourself from a mixture of bones and tusks gathered from animals around the compound, all that died of natural causes.

When D/N was five years old, you and Hanzo would welcome another new member of the Shirai Ryu. This time, a timid 8-year-old Takeda was brought to Hanzo's doorstep by his father, Kenshi, for his safety. Your heart went out to Kenshi as he explained Takeda's story, including how the Red Dragon went after his mother and was chased here. You promised Kenshi that Takeda would be safe and welcomed among the Shirai Ryu.

However, the same sentiments weren't shared with D/N. Takeda was initially distrustful of the Shirai Ryu's Grandmaster when he learned he was a former wraith; the boy distrusted you even more for being a demon, which extended to your daughter. During Takeda's early days in the Shirai Ryu, he was aloof and standoffish with everyone, yet D/N took it more personally than everyone else.

D/N had no other children her age to befriend or play with for five years. Finally, she meets someone closer to her age, and when she tries to greet him initially, Takeda snubs her. In response, D/N gives the timid boy a hard time, thinking Takeda hates her. This included sneak "attacks" to scare Takeda and making everything a competition to show she's "better" than him in every possible way. Takeda wasn't any better as he constantly made snide remarks towards her and was just as competitive. You or Hanzo usually stepped in whenever their quarrel would escalate to actual fighting.

Eventually, thanks to you sitting down to explain Takeda's situation as best as you could, D/N would come to understand the timid boy simply misses his mother and is trying to adjust to living with the Shirai Ryu. After making up, the two children would become such close friends that D/n began to see Takeda as an older brother. Takeda would tell D/N about life outside the compound, and D/N would play between training. She even showed Takeda where she liked to feed the stray cats and introduced him to every one of them by name.

As the two young warriors grew older, with D/N as a teen and Takeda now a young adult, their personalities seemed to have switched. Takeda was no longer the timid and aloof boy who arrived at the Shirai Ryu; now, he was a strong, carefree, and confident warrior. D/N, once more cheerful and playful, became more reserved and unflappable. D/N didn't care for drawing out fights or witty banter, not when her clan's livelihood was on the line. It became an inside joke among the Shirai Ryu that, somehow, both Takeda and D/N switched souls at some point. Nonetheless, Takeda and D/N bonds were stronger than ever.

Their bond was especially fortunate when D/N transformed into her more demonic form before Takeda. This incident occurred a year before Takeda was reunited with his father. The two initiatives were sparring in one of the dojos, and Takeda accidentally knocked D/N into a rack of spears. Fortunately, D/N wasn't hurt, but this did trigger her transformation into a skeletal and dragon-looking demon with hellfire glowing within her eyes and veins. Understandably, both of them then freaked out, which escalated when D/N shouted out a torrent of fire and set the dojo on fire.

Luckily, the fire was put out swiftly before it could burn any more buildings, but D/N and Takeda ran out before anyone could confront them. They hoped to return to Master Hasashi's quarters before anyone else could see D/N like that. However, after hearing the reports of the fire and seeing the reports, both you and Hanzo initially assumed that Nethrealm was behind this attack. Yet, a little later, before meeting face to face with your daughter, you could put together, from what others saw, that it was a singular demon seen with Takeda.

When you and Hanzo found the demon and Takeda after D/N had accidentally broken down some walls and windows, the latter confirmed your suspicions. Hanzo calmed down D/N through breathing techniques they practiced during meditation, thus bringing her back to her more human self. You would later take D/N to the side to warn her not to use her demonic form too much because if she uses it too long, D/N will lose her mind to bestial rage and try to kill EVERYONE. After the incident, you and your husband decided that you would take over D/N's training to gain better mastery over her transformation and whatever abilities being descended from the Netherrealm may have given her. Which you later found to be necromancy when you found a reanimated cat corpse later on. You and D/N had a long talk about fates worse than death with that one.

Of course, when Takeda eventually left the Shirai Ryu to complete his training with his father, D/N was reluctant to say goodbye to her oldest friend and brother. You were right there with her as you thought of Takeda as a son to you. Takeda thanked you for caring for him all these years and traded headbands with D/N so they have a piece of each other wherever they go.

D/N especially wished for Takeda's presence when her parents stopped talking to each other a month after he left. She didn't know what had happened between them, but she knew it had happened after they had answered a summons from Lin Kuei's Grandmaster. Despite you and Hanzo's conflict, you both took the time to assure your daughter that you love her deeply. This only made D/N more concerned about what was going on between her parents.

She got some answers when confronting Hanzo in private. He explained how, for years, until recently, he blamed the Lin Kuei, particularly a man named Bi-Han, for the death of his clan and his family. But, it was not Bi-han who orchestrated the downfall of their clan but another named Sektor, who cut a deal with an evil Sorcerer from the Netherrealm. The same vile man who enslaved and manipulated Hanzo for years. Whom you almost died trying to escape from to be with Hanzo. Her father spoke about how he lost his first wife and infant son, Harumi and Satoshi, to a Necromancer named Quan-chi, who happened to be the father of D/N's mother, you. Your daughter's only question was, "Do you regret ever meeting Mother and having me?"

This has broken something in the Grandmaster. Hanzo faced his daughter with a stone expression before embracing her in his strong arms. He then whispered, fighting off tears and failing. "No, I cannot regret you."

At a later date, you'd approach your daughter in the evening to speak with her about her Grandfather. D/N told you Hanzo explained who Quan-chi is, so that only left you to explain who Quan-chi was to you. That being, a former Master who never treated you as his daughter but more as one of his servants or a pet, a weak one for your kindness. You explained how Quan-chi had you train D/N's father when he was a wraith, how he regained his humanity, how you began to fall for the man and his clan, and how you denounced your father. You explained that Quan-chi sent the Revenants to kill you without a moment's hesitation, and you're only alive because of Hanzo and the Shirai Ryu. You even showed D/N the scars that littered your body, surprising her as she'd never seen them.

You held your daughter close, running your fingers through her silky hair as you reassured her that she will be alright. You then asked her to make you a promise that no matter what happens, D/N will remember that her father loves her. D/N earnestly promises that she will uphold her promise.

The next day, late at night where everyone was asleep save for a few. D/N woke to the sound of you leaving your home and began to follow you atop the roofs with you, unaware. D/N stayed hidden and listened as you spoke with your husband, having to bite her tongue when you offered your life in penance. D/N watched in anticipation as her father briefly contemplated his katana and your prone form. She was ready to interfere on your behalf when Hanzo raised his sword into the air... before tossing it to the side. D/N nearly gave herself from the overwhelming amount of relief that suddenly drained the energy from her muscles.

She listened as you two made amends and vowed to get your revenge against Quan-chi. D/N then rushed back home to make it seem like she wasn't listening in on her parents in the first place. Yet, as she ran over the rooftops and atop trees, she came to a conclusion wildly different from her parents': Revenge is a pointless cycle that brings no catharsis. It caused her father to unjustly kill an innocent man and nearly take her mother's life because he was blinded by his rage. Yet, if she ever met her "Grandfather," she would make him eat his heart. For the safety of her clan and so that both her parents may know true peace.

Playlist While Writing this:

"Baby Mine" feat Julie Andrews

"Hey Brother" by Avicii

"Love Like You" by Rebecca Sugar

[best-movie-ever-tournament]

Om Shanti Om:

Incredible movie about a failed Bollywood actor in the 70's who falls in love with a popular actress, they both get killed and he's reincarnated as the son of a superstar and get his revenge. It's an hommage to Bollywood movies from the 70's, and it also marks the end of 2000 area Bollywood. It also as the best Bollywood song ever https://youtu.be/2drIKUOCZxU

A real love letter to Bollywood. My favorite number is when a bunch of Bollywood stars make cameo appearances. It’s like a Bollywood Royal Rumble. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzLG6OqOcn8

Moulin Rouge:

A movie that ends in a tragic yet happy satisfying way it walks that fine balance

OBI-WAN KENOBI?????? seriously though, I love this movie so freaking much AUGH. just like, listen to el tango de Roxanne and you'll understand. there is a musical version that came out recently, and I do like it a bit better than the movie (that statement would've gotten me exiled on certain parts of the internet), but the movie is still actually peak. Yeah it's a jukebox musical, but it still works dammit! yeah im half asleep rn haha, but consider my proposal por favor :3 (btw Ewan mcgregor is the lead guy that's why obi-wan Kenobi is mentioned ok byeeee)

[lovewritteninthestrands]

if u followed me for the steel haze ortus animation, get ready for even more ambitious 2D ac6 animation!! here’s a snippet of the storyboards for my new project. it’s the ibis fight, and there’s MUSIC now! currently it’s almost 13 seconds long, but the final should be around 25 seconds total.

(music is “red sun” from the metal gear rising soundtrack)

as always, my asks are open for any art/animation questions or comments, or if you just want to talk mecha!

[littlewoodblack]

Exotic Creatures; Twins

George Weasley/reader ★ 870 words

AN: didn’t proofread a thing, just rawdogged xoxo 💋💋❤️

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“And the bludger is deflected by Fred! Or George…Whatever, who cares. Montague looks furious! He’s coming up from behind Angelina to get his revenge.”

Lee Jordan’s voice booms across Hogwarts’ quidditch pitch as he commentates the tough and speedy match happening between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Most people only half listen and players are much too preoccupied. But not George this time. His job requires him to stay within one vicinity to protect the goal post.

He grimaces and glares at Lee who has always been a close friend. Lee would never speak with malicious intentions to either of the twins. That doesn’t make him immune to insensitive comments. More so for George who received significantly less attention than Fred.

Most people find the concept of twins amusing.

Upon meeting a pair in real life, they’d be fascinated. They’d squint their eyes and smile like a suburban family at the zoo. Exotic creatures are what they are.

“Which one are you?” They would ask.

How humiliating to answer your own name because someone won’t bother to try to tell you apart from your sibling. How tiring to answer everyday, in every class, at the same school you attended since the ripe age of 11.

“SCORE! Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Victory for Gryffindor!”

George’s stream of consciousness is wildly interrupted by cheers and clapping. His teammates swarm together in the middle of the pitch and he suddenly remembers that’s where he needs to be too. Rushing over, he’s greeted by an ecstatic Fred

“Serves Malfoy right for making up that dumb song.”

“Truly.” George replies, poorly faking the same amount of joy.

“You alright mate?” Fred asks.

“Yeah.. yeah! We won! Right?”

The party afterwards was held in the Gryffindor common room. Not a Slytherin in sight. Music so loud it sent vibrations through the castle brick. Harry was cheered for, handed firewhiskey after firewhiskey. Ron right beside him with a wide smile. Not a fake one like he does when Harry is the center of attention George thought to himself.

Ron actually seldom cared about the attention Harry got compared to him. George and his bad mood sulk off into the corner. And then to the stairs. And then to his bed.

But not without you catching sight of him.

George would never be blatant about what’s on his mind. That would make him feel far too vulnerable, even with his girlfriend. But you’re no stranger to subtle hints. No stranger to guessing someone’s emotions through circumstantial inferences. I guess that’s more like it.

Just little things. Like Geroge’s altered disposition when Fred would join the group sometimes. Or the twinge of pain in his face when someone got them mixed up. It doesn’t take a genius to detect feelings like that, but apparently that’s what you were since no one else seemed to notice it. The few who did either couldn’t, or wouldn’t do anything about it.

You hastily grabbed some of the snacks and whiskey from the common room table, and headed up to the boys’ dorm.

“George?” you knocked.

No answer.

You gently cracked the door and let yourself in.

“Sweetie?”

His bed curtains were shut.

You set down the snacks, and peak in.

You find him resting on his stomach. His head, buried in pillows as if he’s attempting to shut everyone out.

You sit down and gingerly place your hand on the dip in his back.

He rips the pillows off and turns around to find you with a mildly concerned look, but still smiling.

“Oh,” he relaxes. “You scared me.”

“I knocked,” you shrug. “What are you doing up here?”

You continue to rub his back.

He shrugs. “Hiding… I guess.”

“Because…?”

“Because I don’t want to be with everyone right now.”

It’s rare that George speaks to you like you’re one of his siblings. It’s rare that he’s dismissive, or short.

“George?”

“Hmm.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine.”

You sigh, thinking.

“Do you want to be alone?”

He shrugs.

“If I stay here you have to be nice and be in a better mood. So I’ll ask you again, do you want to be alone?”

He sighs and sits up. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“...okay. Then are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“I don’t like doing that.”

“I know. It’s okay, I think I have an idea.”

“How?” his brows furrow.

“I know everything.”

“Ah, how did I forget.” He stares off anywhere but at you.

You place your hand on his chest and kiss his cheek. “You’re special to me, George.” you whisper.

He swallows and spares a glance at you.

“You always were, always will be. Nothing is changing.”

A few moments of silence pass while George perks up just a tad.

“I’m so proud to be your girlfriend.”

You can’t seem to come up with anything else to affirm him with. You hope your tight hug is enough. Really, there’s nothing you can do. You can be there for him, reassure him, and take care of him, but it’s up to him to understand how valuable he is.

You can show him the path, just can’t bring him to the destination.

“I love you.” He mutters

[toxetta]

You should yap about mcr btw :33 barely listen to their stuff but now im interested cause the fanart looks cool

ok i'm about to tism out super hard here about like the entire lore, so i'm putting a cutoff thing here cause it'll be a lot. you've been warned

first important event in the timeline: they hit the second tower. gerard way, lead singer saw it in person and forms the band as a way of getting his feelings out with his lil bro mikey(bass), as well as their friends ray(lead guitar) and frank(rhythm guitar). they went through a bunch of drummers too but nobody cares about them. also would like to mention they tongue kissed on stage a lot

so in 2002 they release album 1 "i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love". it's very cathartic, heavy, emotional with lots of themes about depression and desperation. standout track imo is:

2004, they release "three cheers for sweet revenge". it tells the story of a man who has to give the devil the souls of a thousand evil men to save his lover, but after killing 999 he finds out the final one is his. they wore a bunch of cool makeup and did amazing mvs and it's my fav album ever. it also has this song about getting sodomised in jail

in 2006 they make "the black parade" and it's the peak of their fame. gerard also cut his hair short😒 but ig we couldn't have everything. it also tells a story about a guy dying of cancer and reminiscing on his life, and it's much more glam and flashy than anything they've done before. it also contains my fav song ever, which has unironically saved the lives of many ppl including myself

asp gerard writes a comic book called "danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys" and in 2010 they make an album with the same name based on it, where he gets his bandmates to dress up as his ocs for it. it's about rebelling against a megacorporation in a post-apocalypse sci-fi setting, and the music itself is very positive, upbeat and energetic, so massive tonal shift. it also contains the catchiest song ever

then frank got hunted down by the fbi, they scrapped a concept album called "conventional weapons", broke up, gerard and frank did solo projects, then they got back together again. then they did a comeback tour in 2022, wore a bunch of dresses and made monkey noises and now there's DEFINITELY gonna be a 5th album this year trust

fun trivia fact they're also responsible for the creations of twilight, the umbrella academy and peni parker from the spiderverse movies

any questions??

[avalynlestrange]

In My Head

Theodore Nott x Reader

Reader: She/Her Pronouns, no house mentioned

Warnings: None I don’t think? Please let me know if there is any I should put here. I haven’t proof read this so please kindly point out any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Category: One-Shot, Angst?, Fluff?, Songfic, Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, No use of y/n

Summary: In which Theodore Nott is the man of your dreams. Literally. Who is his?

No sneak peaks 😋

Request: anon requested

Author’s Note: I wanted to write a few more daydreaming scenes but this felt like the right amount. Hope you enjoy! 😊

Word Count: >2k

To The Library (Main Masterlist)

To The Kitchen (WIPs)

To more Theodore Nott fics

To Maisie Peters Anthology

Heartbreak Saturday nights, you are in your bedroom twirling a quill in your hand. You tap it against your notebook. Instead of working on another paragraph of the dream diary Professor Trelawney has assigned, you fantasise about sweet things. Lately both nighttime and daytime dreaming were filled with scenarios of one Theodore Nott…

You were getting ready for the winter ball. Floor length gown sparkling and the colour picked to match Theodore’s tie and pocket square.

You put on every perfume. You make sure you smell like his bedroom when you were in it. It drove him crazy. You danced all evening and he never let goes of your hand. Oh how you wish it could on forever.

You stay in this scene all night…

His touch sends goosebumps all over you as he sways you to the music. Laughing and talking until the moon goes to bed. Not caring about the classes that will be missed that morning.

You sigh. This is all in your head so you continue to write last night’s dreams in your diary. Of course you don’t mention his name in the assignment. After all you were to share this with your class group in which Theodore was in so that you can discuss some interpretations. Your cheeks are red just thinking about what he would say if you mentioned they were about him.

“Darling I was dreaming of you all this time too.” He smiles and you gaze into each others eyes longingly. “Will you be mine?”

“Theodore, I’m yours.”

But this is all in your head.

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The next day was a Hogsmeade visit and you had plans at the three broomsticks with your friends for the evening. The sun was shining so you are wearing a cute frock. You imagine a moment in your pretend relationship timeline before you were his…

You are wearing the dress you wore when you met him and sent him spinning in the great hall during breakfast. He was on a date with another girl but caught up with the group afterwards. He doesn’t compliment you or pay any attention to you at all.

You see him send glances your way and you flirt with his friends. But it's a beggars revenge cause she's with him again. Theodore shakes his head towards the exit to and you try to look away.

He isn’t very patient and pulls you away outside. He leads you to

“Shouldn’t you be with your date?”

“I told her I couldn’t see her again. I want you.” He confesses.

“Theodore, I’m yours.”

But alas this is all in your head.

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The three broomsticks is stirring and brimming with students. A cover band fills the pub with their rendition of Weird Sister’s ‘Blood Sucker’. You find yourself bobbing your head to the music.

Glasses on your table are in need of refills and you offer to buy more. The bartender asks what you want as they reach for some stuff in the cupboard under the counter.

“I’ll have a…” A voice overlaps with yours. “Please can I…”

He apologises. “I didn’t see you there.”

You have the urge to pinch yourself because you can’t believe whose voice you are hearing.

He helps you bring the drinks over to your table and your friends fawn over the fact that your boyfriend is such a gentleman. Theodore has his hand in your thigh throughout the night.

And when it’s time to go home, the snow starts to fall like a fairy take. Your dress’ too nice for a jacket, so you’re freezing. Theodore notices you shiver. He takes off his coat and places it on your shoulders.

He’s walking past to the carriage and leads you inside. You sit next to him and on habit, you lean in on his shoulders as you journey back to the castle.

“Say that you’re mine again.” Theodore kisses your head.

“Theodore, I’m yours.”

But once again this is all in your head.

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The time for lunch is nearly over and you had divination next. It was your favourite subject - well only because you were sat next to your crush. The circumstance was a blessing and a curse. You tend to stumble over your words and not pick yourself back up, and sit in silence the rest of the lesson.

You take your seat and Professor Trelawney instructs you all to share your dreams and talk over possible meanings. Whilst Padma and Parvati gossip about the Yule Ball instead of the assignment across you, you notice that Theodore is squirming in his seat more than usual.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, and you desperately want to reach for his hand as he is so close to touch. He is like a magnet and your fingers draw closer until they are on his. He shifts in his seat slightly cause you to move your hand to your lap. “I’m sorry. You just look a little upset.”

“No it’s okay. I just can’t stop thinking about my dreams.” He grasps his dream journal tightly.

“Why don’t you share and we can unpick it together?” His ears turn a shade of red at your suggestion, but he doesn’t say no.

“There’s this girl. She keeps popping in my dreams. We’re always together in each one.” He fiddles with the corner of the diary cover and when you catch his eye, he quickly looks away. “Sometimes we’re not dating and I get tongue tied about asking her out but mostly we seem happy.”

In the corner of your eye, you see the Patil twins turning their heads towards Theodore.

“This girl must be very important to you. Are you together in real life?” Padma asks as she rests her chin on her arms. Parvati leans in.

‘Please say no’ You plead with your eyes. You feel like half of you is missing but there's no hope. Even if he says no, this girl is literally the girl of his dreams.

“No. I-“

“But you clearly want to be if you’re dreaming about her this much.” States Parvati. Her sister nods in agreement.

He picks at the strands of his quill. “I do but-.”

“You should ask her to the ball!” The girls giggle. “Yes that would be so adorable!”

“But I don’t know if she feels the same way.” A crushing weight is in your chest as you hear him say these words. That is one lucky girl.

“I think she’ll be lucky to be asked out by you.” You hear yourself say aloud.

Theodore’s head sharply looks up to stare at you. His cheeks matches his pink ears.

“You think so?” He smiles. You melt under his gaze.

“What about you? Tell us about what you’ve been dreaming about.” Padma taps your notebook.

“I’ve been having similar dreams I guess.” You mumble.

“Say that again?”

“There’s this one guy who’s been appearing every night.” You glance and take in a view of a frowning Theodore.

“Sounds like you need to fess up to your dream person too.”

And when you don’t elaborate, the sisters go back to their whispers about their gowns and dates. The remaining minutes of the lesson compromised of scribbles and a huffing Theodore.

You want to pour out your emotions. Scream at him, ‘I’m hurting and I’m here. You’re still not looking at me. I’m real and I’m yours for the taking.’

He, however, is occupied with writing and frowning. You conclude that he must be deeply in love with his dream girl so as you look out the window…

At the end of the class, you were the last one out. You had a question for Professor Trewlaney and now you are walking out of the divination classroom.

Theodore stops you at the door frame.

“Walk you to the next class?” He asks and takes your bag off of you.

“Oh thank you.”

There was an uncomfortable silence shared between you. Both of you itching to find out who was in the other’s dream. Theodore calls you to stop and you do.

“Don’t go for him.” The tips of your shoes touch as he steps toward you.

“What do you mean?” You look up. His face merely inches away from yours.

“Forget the guy in your dreams and be with me.”

By his collar, you pull him for a kiss and call him an adorable idiot.

“Theodore, I’m yours.”

“Hey!” A voice snaps you out of your daydreaming.

“Hey Theo.” He smiles at the nickname.

“Walk you to the next class?”

All you could do was nod as your lips seems to be sealed shut.

Unlike your dreaming, the silence was comfortable. It was the air that jolted you ensuring you that this isn’t a dream. Is it?

“Would you meet me at the clock courtyard after dinner?”

Nothing looks or sounds strange. However, this can’t be real. Your lips are still stuck and can’t reply.

Theo stops in his tracks. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I under-“

“I’ll meet you there.” You turn your head so he doesn’t see your pink cheeks.

Is this all in your head?

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What did Theodore want from you? You frown in front of the mirror. Have your delusions gotten the best of you that you’re meeting him tonight?

You pat the creases of your dress. If you were going to meet him and he was really there then you might as well put on an outfit that you see yourself in every fantasy. You tell yourself that you should know better but you can’t forget how things were in your head and if this was a vivid dream you’ll take what you can get.

And he’s there. The moonlight shining on his form. Theodore stands when he sees you. There isn’t many students around. He stands by the fountains and you sit on the ledge.

Water splashes you slightly making you jump. He immediately takes off his coat and puts it around you. A gentlemen in real life too. You thank him and the pair of you stare upwards to the sky.

“You wore that dress when I first got the chance to talk to properly. It was first year and you were sitting on this spot with your friends.”

You can’t bear to look at him fearing he’ll disappear within seconds.

“The wind was blowing in your hair. I wished I could talk to you the previous night.” He chuckles at the memory. “I actually threw a sickle in this fountain. I read about it in a muggle book once. That day you dropped something out of your bag on the way in and I thanked Merlin for granting my wish.”

Your eyes widen and you start playing with a loose thread on this coat.

“Too bad that was the only time I got the courage to talk to you outside class. I wasn’t sure if you liked me enough to be my friend. You never spoke to me except for classes.”

His gaze burns your face. Hot red.

“But I watched you everyday. You were always away with the fairies, grinning at yourself and laughing when your friends caught you.”

You gather enough courage to look his way. Eyes piercing through you and the arrow hits your heart.

“Listen. I don’t know who this guy is in your dreams but I want you to know you are the one in mine. It’s torture and a pleasure to have you in my head but I want you to know that I want you to be mine in real life.”

You fish out a sickle out of your pocket. One you were going to use incase he didn’t come to your meeting.

“I guess I won’t be needing this.”

Theodore takes it out of your palm and tosses it into the fountain. He cups your cheeks and leans his forehead against yours. You couldn’t wait any longer and you press your lips to his. You feel complete. When you both pull away to check the other still exists, you breathlessly whisper,

“Theodore, I’m yours.”

You hold his hand in yours and for once it’s not in your head.

[searchingforserendipity25]

The Eagle's Share

Tw: hunting and animal sacrifice.

Inspired by the incredible Fingon&Eagles relationship in Not In Vain by @polutrope!

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In Barad Eithel celebrations were held in the middle of every bitter winter, a proud chasing away of the bitter frost Fingolfin's people so loathed.

There were dances, sparring games, and great hunts. Lalwen lead a masking ritual, a time of portents and heady magics; Fingolfin-king poured the mead and the wine, and passed to every cupped palm their due bold of miruvor he had brewed all summer, to each were given their due words of praise and courage.

He spoke and shone as once he had amidst the spluttering fires, a small animal in the Darkening calling to himself a hard, a pack to weather the long night within greater warmth.

Well-loved he was, Fingolfin of the Noldor; to him none were truer than the eldest of his sons, whose bowl was ever poured last, that it should be known the king favoured not his own blood unduly.

But Fingon went by himself, on the darkest nights before the lengthening of the days: and did not return until he had slain a great elk-of-the-woods, or a mad-eyed bear mother, and left the upon the highest peak for the eagles and falcons and ravens to feast upon.

Afterwards he joined the feasting, singing and harping as he went, at that hour when a grey light started to gleam dully to the East; and the music changed, the drums quickened into lighter reels, treacherous leaping staff-on-staff dances. He wore ribbons of goldcloth embroidered with copper in his hair, and about his neck necklaces with eagle feathers - long and sleek and just as golden.

The Great Eagles came not among the Eldar then, but to involve themselves in rare and dire matters; but some of them begot lesser creatures among their wild kin, and it was from such a strain that Fingon raised, and tended, and trained many a generation of bold hunting kestrels, amber-eyed falcons - even some rare grave and little-tamed eagles.

In the back of his aiming hand he inked an eagle, wings spread and proud. It had been the way of mourning in the Ice, when one died, and the body could not be buried; Fingolfin's grave never was seen by Fingolfin's heir.

Still the blood-price must be paid. Fingon went, and brought down his greatest beast yet, a woollen mammoth thick enough to feed a company for the march.

He left it to the wise birds of the realm. The blood gleamed red and slick on the snow, the viscera steaming enough to make his mouth water. As ever he gave them his thanks, begged their pity, praised the glory of their free flight, their hungering defiance, even as Morgoth made foul and weak so much of the land and the land's beasts.

Alone under the judging stars he wept, as he had not yet; a great grief was on him, and a will for revenge. Above all he denied Morgoth's design, that would wipe clean the skies and the earth, till all creatures were his servants, and no honor or memory of good deeds remained alive.

The birds came to feed. They fought among themselves at times, as was their way; yet they were solemn in their devouring, determined as they bit the meat out of the bone and bared it.

Their many eyes were in the night of nights a light of their own, ancient; and their cawing and their calling was insistent, even after all had fed - insistent for blood and vengeance, fierce and fierce enough to tear the silence in many halves. It made the white hills and the high firs tremble with urgency; Fingon's voice too rose, at last, and joined their defiance.

In the dark before a slow dawn rose, he started making ready for war.

The feasting changed with Fingolfin's end, ever less a celebration, more the smothering thrill that gathered, storm-like, in the hearts of the Eldar before a battle. His vassals came more often and from further, to deepen their counsels of war under the guise of a common visit, the trading of winter-gifts made anew into a deep renewal of vows.

Through great gates they went, marveling at the strength and beauty of the fortifications of the Noldor, and in the king's great chamber they bent over his left hand in greeting, that Fingon might clasp their necks and touch their cheeks in welcome.

But Maedhros of Himring alone kneeled at his feet and kissed the tattoo through the king's hawking gloves, his own cleaved right arm pressed against his heart.

So it was in Barad Eithel, that valiant realm, before the walls were broken, when the wild wings of Beleriand were revered.