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asteracaea · 1 year ago

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very very interesting article

Last month, in the heat of the Nicki Minaj and Megan Thee Stallion beef, TMZ reported that the cemetery where Megan’s mother Holly Thomas is buried had to bolster security after the location was doxxed on social media by one of Nicki’s fans, collectively known as “Barbz.” Nicki had nothing to do with the threat, but the brazenness was nonetheless regarded as a low point for stan culture and led many to ponder if that depth of celebrity stan-dom was a mental illness in itself.

Stan culture is a matter of obsessive fandom: fans crying over Playboi Carti snippets, streaming Nicki’s songs to the top of the charts as they sleep, and compulsively purchasing whatever Ye or Travis Scott put up for sale. But the rise of social media has also given music fans a digital battlefield to defend their favorite artists. People who criticize many of today’s biggest acts run the risk of being doxxed and harassed, displaying behavior that can’t simply be attributed to the quality of someone’s music.

Stan culture, the pop culture manifestation of parasocial behavior, isn’t new. Eminem’s “Stan,” about a homicidally obsessive fan came out in 2000. But, notably, Eminem didn’t mention the internet once in the song. Live streaming has given fans more access than ever to artists who routinely go on sites like Instagram Live and Twitch to engage their fans. Artists like Tee Grizzley have GTA servers where they run amok of the GTA universe with their supporters. Artists like Kenny Beats and former Brockhampton member Don Mclennon run Discord servers where they interact with fans and share music-making insights. These kinds of interactions bolster an artist from a poster on a fan’s wall to someone they could conceivably interact with, strengthening the parasocial bond.

That dynamic also occurs on X, where Nicki Minaj’s Barbz celebrate having their tweets liked and quote-tweeted by the Queens rapper. That’s especially true in the heat of discourse surrounding Megan’s ”Hiss” and Nicki’s “Big Foot” records, where her most ardent supporters vied to prove that they’re wartime stans. These frenzied interactions have become so prevalent that some stans might become public figures in their own right in the upcoming documentary film Stans, about superfans and appropriately executive produced by Eminem.

Professors Sally Theran and Azadeh Aalai tell Rolling Stone that studies are still being done on the intersection of obsessive fandom, social media, and music. Theran is a Professor of Psychology at Wellesley College and a licensed clinical psychologist. She says that parasocial relationships are one-sided, and take place in the imagination of a fan of a public figure. “You might have imaginary conversations with [your fave] in your head,” she says. “You might imagine what kind of advice they would give. You might imagine what it would be like to have them as a friend.”

Parasocial relationships aren’t inherently bad. In 2009, author and then-Arizona State University professor Jimmy Sanderson released a study of activity on boy band New Kids On The Block’s official website that explored the “relational maintenance” between the group and their fans. The study showed that “audience members shared how NKOTB had shaped their moral character as well as NKOTB had served as a crucial support mechanism for them during difficult experiences they had endured during their lifetime.” Though Donald Glover’s Swarm showcased the horrific downside of a fan obsessing over an artist loosely based on Beyonce, Theran says that Queen B is a similarly positive figure for her fanbase. “She’s so self-actualized. She’s such a powerhouse. She has created everything that she has accomplished,” Theran says. “You can imagine if you’re a 14-year-old if you think about who you want to be and then you start to internalize some of Beyonce’s characteristics, that could be really helpful and powerful.”

Azadeh Aalai is an author, associate psychology professor at Queensborough Community College, and an adjunct psychology professor at NYU. She says that the figures most likely to draw parasocial relationships are adroit at stimulating a sense of connection with fans. Aalai credits Taylor Swift’s intimate lyrics with stirring a “strong and loyal fanbase.” She also notes that the lack of “polish” in Britney Spears’ social media presence “elevates their perception that she’s being very authentic and that creates the sense that they really know her, and that can elevate that emotional attachment that you develop. That’s one of the hallmark properties of developing a larger parasocial relationship.”

The people most susceptible to parasocial relationships are typically younger (and more impressionable), and/or have a dearth of personal relationships. Both professors say that the isolation of COVID-19 quarantine intensified parasocial behavior in ways that researchers are still parsing. “Social media use, and more generally, our use of technology did increase, especially in the beginning phases of the pandemic when people were largely socially distancing and things like that. So that could have kind of heightened this intensity of the connection,” says. Theran adds that, “a lot of people look to public figures for connection if they’re lonely or feel more isolated. It can be really helpful for them to have that kind of imaginary relationship [where] they get some of their needs met. It can’t substitute for a real relationship in person, but it can be, I would think of as supplemental.”

Is the cure to male loneliness obsessive stan-dom? Probably not, but some people are clinging to whatever will get them by in a post-quarantine isolation epidemic. Many people secluded themselves during the COVID-19 quarantine and never re-adjusted to the outside world — and some can’t for health reasons. A recent Atlantic story explored how people are replacing real-life interactions with more screen time. Streamers, Tiktokers, and podcasters aren’t the industry’s rising forces for no reason; they’re benefitting from a generation of people spending an alarming amount of time alone. New York Mayor Eric Adams is attempting to sue social media companies for conceivably “fueling the nationwide youth mental health crisis.”

So, will there be an official diagnosis to address obsessive fandom in the next DSM, the standard mental illness index used by American mental health professionals? Both professors say that the studies are still too early to say.

“I could see something along the lines of obsessive-compulsive disorder being in the DSM as a provisional diagnosis, which is kind of where most diagnoses start,” Theran says. “So for example, binge eating disorder is now a diagnosis in the DSM, but before this, it was provisional. I do think there’s a difference between your average person who’s super engaged with a media figure, and then someone else who takes it to extremes. What we look for is a pattern of behavior that’s disruptive or interfering with your quality of life. And for most people with parasocial interactions, it’s not interfering with their life.”

“I don’t anticipate anything like that anytime soon being in the DSM,” Aalai says. “There would have to be a lot of research to justify something like that. To the extent that you would be pathologizing or identifying a specific disorder related to that. I still think that’s going to be more on the fringes in terms of problematic parasocial relationships. I don’t think the parasocial relationship on its own is going to trigger negative things, unless you’re talking about a really, really problematic public figure.”

Theran says that the prevalence of Instagram and Twitter has increased the perception of access to public figures. “It’s very challenging for people to disentangle themselves from their favorite celebrity’s social media, and to recognize that often it’s run by a professional,” she says. “It’s not actually the person that they’re interested in engaging with them.” But, sometimes it is an artist posting on their account, and the interactivity of an Instagram Live or Twitter Q&A has only intensified the parasocial dynamic.

Aalai says that social media, especially X, created a community for people in parasocial relationships with the same public figures. “The parasocial relationship is between the user and the public figure, but it could further be reinforced or expanded by the larger community that are also fans of that same person,” Aalai says. That’s not always a bad thing; it can be beneficial for people experiencing loneliness to meet like-minded people who are fans of the same artist. And those fans banding together to raise awareness about their faves’ releases is a positive. But when stans are defending the figures they appreciate, they can treat their timelines like digital war zones.

Nowadays, rap beef isn’t just about artists at odds, it’s about dueling fanbases, which we’ve seen in battles between Nicki and Cardi B, Drake and Kanye, and others that dominate X timeliness and Subreddits. Recently, a Taylor Swift fan declared a “Swiftie Emergency” and urged fellow stans to stream Beyonce’s “Texas Hold Em” to keep supposed Swift nemesis Kanye West from having a Billboard No.1. Kanye had to address the fuss in a since-deleted Instagram post, telling Swifties “I am not your enemy, ummm, I’m not your friend either, though, LOL.”

Aalai says the worst examples of parasocial relationships manifest from fans who have what she calls “underlying vulnerabilities.” On the extreme end, she references former President Donald Trump inciting his supporters to storm the Capitol on Jan. 6th, 2021. She also references fans of Kurt Cobain who died by suicide in the same manner as him in 1994. “The majority of Nirvana fans aren’t doing that,” she says. “That’s a very specific segment of his followers that are already emotionally unstable that are going to be compelled to engage in that kind of copycat behavior.”

There are less dire, but still troubling, examples in the entertainment world. The Barbz are infamous for harassing rival artists and doxxing those who criticize the legendary rapper. Last November, she took to her Instagram Story to tell her fans: “Dear Barbz, be sure to never threaten anyone on my behalf, whether on the internet or in person. Whether in jest or not. I don’t [and] never have condoned that.”

Aalai notes that “a lot of times you find that [the problematic behavior is] not necessarily being directly encouraged by the public figure themselves. It could just be fan bases taking it upon themselves to engage in those behaviors, and maybe even to use their fandom as a cover for more problematic or antisocial kind of behaviors.” She says “You could make the argument though that a lot of these kinds of behaviors are being normalized on social media platforms,” citing male fans of artists who harass women accusing their male fave of violence. But, she says, it’s just hard to draw conclusions because I don’t know if we have the research yet to back up those specific anecdotes.”

Both professors agree that parasocial relationships aren’t inherently problematic, and can have benefits depending on who the figure is that’s being idolized. But they slightly differ on how to characterize the extreme fan willing to dox and harass on behalf of their fave. Theran says, “This group of people are pretty much a separate category from people who invest in parasocial relationships.” Aalai says that it’s essentially a corrupted version of parasocial behavior fueled by underlying issues: “I would say the concern about it becoming overly obsessive or problematic would probably also be accompanied by underlying vulnerabilities for mental illnesses and things like that.”

Parasocial relationships, violent stan-dom, and the attention-seeking nature of social media are amalgamating to make music fandom a minefield. Beef between artists turns into social media pissing contests between fanbases. Anyone levying a legitimate critique of an artist is ripe to be harassed. That’s why Theran says that public figures should be responsible about how they engage and galvanize their stans, citing Taylor Swift telling her fans not to harass her exes.

“I think having this kind of fandom is incredibly powerful, and it’s up to the individual how they build that power,” she says. “I think history will reflect poorly on those who weaponize it in a destructive way.”

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thedarkcoven · 3 years ago

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Behind Closed Doors | Chapter One

Minors DNI! 18+ [THIS IS FANTASY AND NOT REAL. Just fanfic :) Please no hate. I love both Amy and Mark <3 Will update as I go. The gif is from Google. Not mine :D ] Poly relationship. RPF. Smut/Lemon (basically porn with little to no plot lol). Some BDSM. Threesome. Secretive relationship. Fingering. Unsafe sex. Oral Sex (both male and female receiving). Dom!Amy. Switch!Markiplier. Switch!Reader. Thigh riding. Hair pulling. Voyeurism. Daddy Kink. Choking kink. Hand kink. Spanking. Cock warming. Breeding kink. Dirty Talk. Rough sex. Soft sex. Punishment. Fluff. Aftercare. Best friends to lovers. Note: this is a real person fanfic/real people fanfic and fantasy ONLY. None of this is real nor do I think they are like this so please no hate. If you do not like this type of stuff then please do not read <3 I love both Amy and Mark so I wanted to write something <3 Again this is all just made up and fictional :)

-A Few Years Ago- You were always up late gaming after work and after you were done with your studies. It helped you out a lot with stress and meeting new people always made your day so much better. You recently met this fellow YouTuber who went by Markiplier who you've heard quite a bit about and knew he was pretty popular in the community. You smiled as soon as you got a message notification from your new friend asking if you'd join him, Bob, and Wade for some casual gaming and asked if it would be okay if you were in one of his videos. Mark waited patiently as you pondered what to say but eventually you agreed and said you wouldn't mind if you were in one of his videos. He was pretty ecstatic and happy to finally introduce you as one of his friends that he has been playing with for months. You were nervous but figured why not. You enjoyed playing video games with him and the others so you felt comfortable enough to be introduced. A few days later you got the news that you were hired at a better job and immediately told Mark you'd be moving closer and would love to meet up with him and his girlfriend Amy who you loved like a best friend. When you weren't gaming, you were talking with her about mutual interests. Of course, Mark and Amy agreed and the bond between the three of you became stronger. -2021/2022- You let out a sigh as the sound of your alarm woke you from your sleep. The loud beeping made you sit up and stretch before you started your day. After showering and eating breakfast you decided to do a surprise stream since you hit your goal on subscribers. You were ecstatic and wanted to celebrate with your fans. During the stream, you got a surprise from Mark who decided to pop into the stream and say hi. You asked if he was doing anything and wanted to join. He said he would and began to stream himself as you guys connected on discord. You smiled and waved at the camera, knowing Mark was probably watching on his phone, and chuckled when you pulled up his stream on your phone and sure enough he showed his audience that he was doing just that. "So what ya planning on doing? Some q and a's and chit-chat before gaming?" He asked as he leaned back in his chair and looked into the camera, smiling slightly. "Yeah, why not. Sounds fun. How's everyone? And what about you, Mark? How you doing today?" "Pretty good. Had a nice breakfast. Amy and I took Chica and Henry out for a walk and enjoyed the weather. Edited some vids so I'll probably have those up soon. What about you? You sleep well last night?" "Yeah. I slept alright. I honestly had a hard time falling asleep because of hitting my goal. I'm still very thankful for everyone that has been supporting me from the beginning and even the new members here. It makes me happy to see people enjoying themselves." "A fan asks when are we going to get a video where you guys are together in person? Like a vlog or something." Mark chuckled and placed a hand on his chin as if anticipating my answer. "Whenever you would be up for it. I'm up for it whenever, honestly. I don't know what kind of video it would be though. Maybe Amy, you, and I could do some baking? Have a chill stream. I've been wanting to come over again and see you guys anyway." "Tomorrow. We're free. So come over tomorrow." You smiled and nodded. "Then it's a date. I'll make sure you guys will get selfies so you guys know we aren't lying to you all." You chuckled. Amy pulled open the door and pulled you in with a big hug. You smiled as you returned the hug then bent down and gave Chica and Henry loves, petting them and giving them kisses on the top of their heads. You smiled as they wagged their tails at you before running back to their dog toys. Mark smiled as he was finishing getting ready for the video and setting things up for you three to bake. You smiled and walked over to him, giving him a firm hug. Once everything was set up you walked over to stand off to the side as Mark and Amy sat in front of the camera. After they were done with

the intro of the live, they motioned for you to come over. Amy pulled you into her lap as you waved hi to everyone. You smiled as you, Mark, and Amy began to make the cookies. Amy and Mark chuckled and hugged you when you revealed cookies that you made for them. A pink mustache for Mark and you used a gingerbread cookie cutter to make a tiny version of Amy. After decorating the cookies and eating some, you three ended the stream and began to clean then start dinner. The three of you decided to watch a movie as you ate. Mark plated the food while Amy got the movie sat up and you held the plates for him, smiling up at him. You both chuckled as your stomach growled loudly. The food smelled amazing and looked delicious. You just couldn't wait to dig in. After the movie and once you three were finished, you helped Amy clean the dishes and helped take the dogs out before the two of you returned to watch more movies with Mark. What felt like a few moments later you woke to the feeling of Mark's hand on your thigh, shaking you softly. You blinked at him and yawned, rubbing your eyes before sitting up. "Hey. If you're that exhausted why don't you crash here tonight?" "I-I'm sorry for falling asleep. I would but I have no clothes to wear tonight." "Don't sweat it. I got a shirt you can wear and some shorts if you'd like." "You sure Amy wouldn't mind me staying the night?" "Of course not. We already talked about it. If you need us, you know where our room is. I'll bring you a shirt and shorts." You blushed slightly and nodded before sitting back down. Mark returned with not only a pair of his shorts and a shirt of his he also had a spare pillow and blanket in hand. You stood and thanked him before grabbing the clothes and heading to the bathroom. Mark gave you a firm hug before heading back to his and Amy's room and after he got your sleeping area all set up. You felt at home. Of course, you couldn't sleep. You let out an aggravated sigh as you squinted at the clock and saw it was only 2:30 in the morning. You were hesitant at first but you climbed off of the couch and lifted your fist to softly knock on their door. You stood, looking down at your feet as you heard shuffling then the door opened. Amy looked at you slightly worried as she rubbed her eyes. You gave her a slight smile and rubbed the back of your neck nervously before you looked over her shoulder to see Mark still fast asleep. You felt bad for waking her up and debated on just heading back to try and sleep more but waking her up for no reason was worse. "I-I can't sleep. I am probably going to change and head home." "Y/N. It's late. Come here." She grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room, closing the door and dragging you to the bed. She patted the bed so you swallowed, shyly and crawled into the bed beside Mark. Only then did you realize he was only in his briefs. Amy smiled and nuzzled into you, resting her face in the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around her. You would be lying if you said your heart wasn't racing. To be honest. You had feelings for both of them but obviously, you couldn't tell either of them. You were afraid you break the bond you three had that was so strong. You guys were inseparable from one another. You couldn't help but smile to yourself though as sleep took over. You didn't know what time it was but you woke to the feeling of strong arms around you and something pressing against your backside. It was then you realized Mark had his arms around you, his face buried in your neck as you spooned Amy, your arms tightly around her. You gasped as you shifted to get more comfortable and a groan escaped from Mark. Your face became hot at the feeling of his manhood pressed into you and the noises that were coming from him. "Ma-Mark." Your hands were shaky as you tapped his arm softly, tilting your head to look at him as best as you could. "Mark. Wake up." You felt like you could die when he moved his hand down to rest on your hips, stretching slightly and pressing

himself into you more. "God... Please stop moving." "Hmm? What is it baby?" "I-It's Y/N.." Mark quickly sat up and cleared his throat, his face now equally red. "I couldn't sleep so Amy dragged me to bed." "I'm.. I'm sorry. I um... God this is embarrassing now." "No. Its um. It's okay. So what were you dreaming about?" You raised a brow and tilted your head as you sat up as well, smiling slightly as Amy turned over and rested her head in your lap. "I-I can't tell you." "Come on. You're my best friend and we are both adults. What you and Amy having sex?" You chuckled. "With you." You sat there for a bit, trying to comprehend what he had just said. "O-Oh.... Oh.. Mark, I." You could feel the wetness start to soak through your undies as you began to think of the scenario. "You guys okay?" Amy sat up, yawning cutely and resting her head on your shoulder. "Yeah." You gripped her hand. "Mark just woke from a dream is all. He was telling me about it." "Oh? What was it about?" "I-I can't tell you." He was embarrassed and you placed a hand on his thigh. "Its kind of embarrassing and not expected." "Oh? Like?" You tilted your head and whispered the dream to Amy who let out a chuckle and looked over at Mark. "That's not so embarrassing. I mean I've had those types of dreams before." "Oh..." It was your turn to feel embarrassed as yous at there between the two of them. "Well, I was not expecting this." You admitted before looking at them. "How come you've never told me bout it?" Mark asked, a little curious. "Embarrassed and honestly didn't know how to tell you, "Hey. Had a dream we both fucked our best friend." "Fair point." Mark lay back down, looking up at the ceiling when Amy noticed his problem. You blushed as Amy grabbed your hand and moved it against his hardened member, making you squeeze slightly. Mark let out a shaky breath as he looked up at you through his lashes before closing his eyes and leaning his head back. Amy began to press soft kisses along your jaw and neck as she ran her free hand down to settle between your legs, slipping it under the waistband of the shorts you were wearing. "You can tell us to stop, okay? We won't go any further if you don't want to." "D-Don't stop. Please." You whimpered as Mark pulled his briefs down, his cock springing free. Amy rubbed your back as you hesitantly moved to where you were between his thighs, taking his length in your hands. "Sh-Shit.." Amy chuckled and pressed her lips to Mark's as you slowly worked him in your palm, your thumb teasing the head of his cock when you moved your hand up, smearing his precum along the ridge of his dick. You pushed your hair back and took him into your mouth, taking a deep breath before deepthroating him. Mark moaned as he gripped your hair, bucking his hips slightly. Amy smirked as she pulled away and pulled your underwear and shorts down then moved to settle between your legs. The feeling of her tongue against your folds made you shiver as you looked up at Mark. He rubbed your cheek as you continued to bob your head up and down, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. You couldn't help but pull away from Mark and whimper as Amy held you in place firmly, your thighs on either side of her head as her tongue moved against your clit. "Oh my god. I-I'm gonna cum, Amy. Please." You whined as she stopped and pulled away, landing a smack on your ass. She smirk as she stood on her knees behind you, kneading your breasts with one hand while the other teased your aching pussy. "You wanna cum? Why don't you be a good girl and ride his cock, baby. Let him take care of you." "O-Okay." You smiled shyly and pressed your lips to hers before straddling Mark's lap. Mark pressed his lips to yours as he held you close, squeezing and spanking your ass as he ground his hips against yours, making the shaft of his cock rub between your fold and coating himself in your juices. You clung to him desperately, shaking, as he

teased you. Before you thought you couldn't handle it anymore he positioned himself at your entrance and began to push himself into you. You both let out a moan in sync as he slowly pushed in until he bottomed out, his balls resting against your ass. Before moving, Mark pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, whispering sweet praises so you could adjust to his size. He made you lean back slightly, the angle making you gasp, and began to rub your clit softly with his thumb. Whines spilled from your lips as he then began to grind his hips into yours. The feeling of you clenching around him makes him shake and moan. "Fu-Fuck, Y/N. You're squeezing me so tightly." He pulled you against him so he could kiss you, his lips moving against yours in desperation as he started to become rougher and dominant with his actions. You let out a loud moan as he tangles his fingers into your hair, deepening the kiss. You felt the knot start to form in your womb as you clenched around him, making it almost impossible for him to move. He growled and kissed down to your neck, nipping as he smacked your ass hard. You couldn't help but grind against him, bringing yourself closer to your orgasm. "Mark! I-I'm cumming. Fuckfuckfuck... Mark!" "That's it, babygirl. Cum on my cock. Gonna make me fill you to the brim. Cum with me, princess." You began to see fireworks as he held you in place and began slamming his hips into yours. Your body shook uncontrollably as you clung to him, hugging yourself to him and hiding your face in his neck. "So- so good. Feels so good, daddy." You went to cover your mouth at the slip of the word but Mark gripped your wrist softly as he continued grinding his hips into yours. "Nu-uh. Let daddy hear your beautiful noises. I'm so close." You nodded and blushed as he peppered kisses on your wrist before resting your hand against his cheek. "You're so beautiful, princess. All ours." You whined out as the tip of his cock rubbed against your spot, making the both of you shudder. Mark threw his head back in pleasure as you began rocking your hips into yours, another orgasm starting to wash over you. Your thighs began to shake as Amy came to rest behind you, moving a hand to rest against your pussy as she rubbed your clit. The feeling of her giving you pleasure and Mark's cum filling you was almost unbearable. "That's it. Such a good girl. So good for us." Amy praised before tilting your head slightly to where she could kiss you. Mark smiled up at the both of you, running his hands up and down your sides before sitting up, keeping you on his lap. "I don't know what to say." You chuckled, looking away from them shyly. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Mark asked with a raised brow, brushing your hair out of your face. "Yes. And you two?" They nodded as Amy rested her head against your shoulder, keeping her arms around you. "Let's go shower. Get you cleaned up." Mark said, kissing your forehead. "And I'll make breakfast." Amy said with a smile. "You're going to need the energy for later." You began to feel butterflies in your stomach at the thought of this being an ongoing thing. You had no idea that the start of your friendship would blossom into something like this... but honestly. You couldn't complain.

#rpf fanfic #markiplier x reader #amy nelson x reader #amy nelson x markiplier x reader #poly relationship #smut #lemon #minors dni

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honklore · 4 years ago

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hello! i just found ur blog and omfg i’m in love with your writing style! may i pls have some soulmate au hc’s for a reader who’s an artist? (i’m indecisive so you can choose who the hcs are with!) so like (insert cc u write for here) has got paint stains on his hands and like assorted sketches and stuff on his skin all the time from his soulmate. ty so much!! :]

masterpiece | quackity

(gn reader, quackity is the loml, reader is so talented but v messy, chat teases q to no end, quackity is the biggest softie in the world but refuses to acknowledge it, plantain slander)

listen to: rainbow connection (cover) by sleeping at last

sweet quackity :((

it starts when he’s eighteen, and it happens like almost immediately

he got these splotches of purple on his hands and his mom was like ?? are u getting into fights ?? are you okay???

and q rlly doesn’t mind aside from the weird questions when the colors are a little too close to red or purple

but!! nowadays mostly you just sketch w a pen

it’s during your classes usually,,, ur an art history major and you need something to occupy your hands (which is actually why you started drawing in the first place)

so during the day quackity will acquire lil sketches of famous paintings,,, or sometimes originals,,, but they’re always washed off before the day is done

sometimes random art facts/theories/studies but he has no idea why someone would write him about van gogh’s use of color

*cue u aggressively scrubbing your skin in the shower bc you always forget how permanent the ink is*

quackity is sort of... hesitant when it comes to writing on his skin. esp with streaming, he’s scared that fans will react badly ,, that negative thought keeps him at bay most days

but sometimes he writes lil notes on his legs,,, where chat won’t see anything ,,,, and they’re always either rlly sweet or rlly weird

(hope ur having a good day)

(hey bestie :P )

(soulmate my beloved)

(will u be the howie mandel to my dr. phil)

that last one made you genuinely worried for your future

badly drawn picture of a duck holding a briefcase (this is me)

which confuses you but as he draws more, you begin to associate him with ducks, and sometimes the duck wears a tie, and sometimes a beanie, and one time he had a giant blue axe which kind of concerned you

but you digress

when you get stressed u finger paint

and it’s just a way to create chaos and feel the cold paint on your skin like idk it’s relaxing yknow :)

quackity is streaming

and he doesn’t realize what’s happening. he’s reacting to attaway general,, and he’s kind of invested

it’s only when he pauses it to make a point that he notices

and he tries to hide it but chat notices right away

panicked!quackity

it’s not that he doesn’t trust chat he just knows things can get negative quickly and he wants his space to be free of that

but someone donates “artist q?”

and quackity lets the joke run

he stands up and pulls the mic super close to his mouth

“i’m in my artist arc chat! nihachu watch out >.>”

“CHAT WE’RE POPPIN OFF I AM A PAINTER NOW I PAINT”

it’s literally so silly bc q knows that chat knows but they’re letting him do his bit

and later that night he checks twitter and artist q is trending, but quackity’s soulmate is also trending

it’s all mostly supportive, and there’s already some rlly endearing fan art of quackity with paint all over his hands

quackity private tweet: ❤️❤️❤️

and he gets a lil confidence boost after that

answers questions abt u on his alt

tells the story of his mom thinking he was getting into fights

“guys paula is still my number one and my soulmate will just have to understand that”

“we already agreed we would both reject each other for taylor swift chat it’s fine”

answers donos and doodles on his hand

which he can do now bc chat knows!!!!

(you’re so talented your honor)

(have you ever seen attaway general?)

(charli d’amelio is in it)

(charli d’amelio is in it shit dixie sorry)

and you’re like !!! it’s on my hand !!!! it’s not hidden at all !!!

this image is so endearing to me like you’ve got paint stains all over your hands and quackity’s scrawl is filling in the empty spaces like he didn’t want to interrupt your work

duck with a beret, a mustache, and a paintbrush (this is me now)

ik he is going to share the most mundane things in a way of showing his love

(i listened to this song the other day)

(i bought a literal plantain today those things are big as shit)

(update: not good :/)

(i’m writing lore)

(i have an exam tomorrow)

just :(( sweet quackity wants u to know every little detail abt his life bc he wants u to know him

and you reply when u can

(added to my playlist!)

(i like plantain chips but i’ve never had the fruit alone)

(rip buddy :/)

(lore? like fnaf?)

quackity finds out you know extensive fnaf lore and the two of you stay up arguing about which is worse: the bite of ‘87 or the bite of ‘83

both of your legs look like newspapers that night and it takes a lot of scrubbing to get all of those off

one day you’re painting smth and quackity randomly gives you his discord

(add me and we can watch game theory together and see who is right)

the two of you end up watching it and getting in call with each other

when you hear his voice it’s like everything falls into place

he fills in all the empty spaces,,, answers all the questions you didn’t realize you had,,,, and he’s so wonderful that you find yourself missing him dearly whenever he’s not on call with you

you join him in calls on his streams sometimes like for jackbox or when he’s cooking

“CHAT MY SOULMATE IS A CHICA KINNIE”

you stop joining him on calls on his stream /s

but chat loves you and always takes ur side over q’s

you get tons of followers on your art account and you even get to sell some of your paintings!!

ur new favorite colors to use are blue and yellow i don’t make the rules

but everyone starts to catch on and they find it really sweet

you catch up on quackity lore solely for him and declare yourself a c!quackity apologist

you’ve definitely retweeted the meme that’s like “if villain bad why hot”

when u guys meet quackity kisses your forehead :((((

when you

a drawing of two ducks holding hands (this is us)

thank you for the kind words and for requesting !!!

#quackity au #quackity fluff #quackity x reader #dsmp fluff #dsmp au #dsmp x reader #mcyt au #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader

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struggling-with-time · 4 years ago

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Mother’s aren’t always the best [Corpse x reader]

Paring: Corpse husband x female!reader (platonic)

Summary: You’re the youngest in the group and recently moved out. When your mother decides to pay you a visit while you’re streaming.

Warnings: Angst, fighting, yelling. Big bro Corpse, kinda abusive mom

Words: 1.5k

A/N: My job just cut my hours in half, so yay. If anyone want to, I have a Ko-fi in my bio, if you buy a fic through there you get to skip the queue. I know it’s not a lot, but it’s only if you want to of course! <3 Also I’ve wanted to write this for quite a bit

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You have recently finally moved out from your home and is now able to stream on a schedule and far more often. While living at home your mother had been very against the mere thought of her daughter putting herself out there on the internet. Which meant you have had to tiptoe around when you wanted to stream. Only being able to do so when she left you home alone. The only good thing about having a single mom, was that she worked a lot. So that meant a lot of alone time.

You’ve never really gotten along with her. The two of you having very different views on life, she wanted you to grow up and be a pretty girl, you were supposed to study social science, and get a project of your own, and while doing so you were supposed to meet the guy you would eventually marry, and give her grandkids with.

However, that’s not really what you want to do with your life. Despite only being able to stream when you’re all alone and having to chuck your entire set up into the shirt drawer, knowing your mother wouldn’t go through your drawer as one of the only things. You had managed to build up a small following.

“Hey guys! Sorry for the delay, I wasn’t able to find my microphone.” You tell on stream, and to the group in the discord call.

“Are you settling in nicely Y/N?” Corpse asks, the two of you have been talking behind your mothers back for quite a while, he has become like the big brother you’ve never had.

“Yeah, I still have couple of boxes lying around…” You look around your small one-bedroom apartment. You only have your dining table, two chairs, and your bed set up. And your dining table have been converted into a streaming set up. So, there’s that too. You are lucky enough to have a small hallway, that leads to a bathroom at the end, and the kitchen on your right, and the bedroom/living room on the left.

“I take that you haven’t done any packing out yet.” Corpse chuckles.

“Hehe… Yeah… I haven’t gotten everything out, so I have ordered some takeout, that will sadly arrive here during steam, in about…” You look at the clock, “in about half an hour.”

“Then let’s get started!” Rae says, as the countdown starts.

You get through the first round of among us alive, and wining as crewmates, you’re about halfway through the second game of the day when your doorbells goes off in the middle of discussing.

“Sorry guys, I’ll just go grab my food.” You apologise, and gets up from your chair, leaving your microphone behind, thinking it’s muted.

You open your door, with your wallet in hand, and takes a step back when you realise who’s on the other side. It’s your mom. The one who you moved halfway across the country to get away from. The one who you didn’t give your address to.

She looks angry, and more than pissed off. You know she is going to start a screaming match right here. In the hallway of your new apartment complex, only 4 days into your lease.

“WHAT THE #@!$ IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” She starts off, a normal way to greet your daughter of course. “I GIVE YOU SHELTER AND FOOD ON THE TABLE FOR 18 YEARS AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!”

You take another step into your apartment, knowing if it comes to it that you must push the door in her face. She will win that fight.

“HAVEN’T I BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH?! YOU UP AND LEAVE ME, ALL ALONE! YOU DON’T GO TO THE COLLEGE I CHOSE FOR YOU! YOU GO AGAINST ALL MY RULES!” She’s screaming right at you, you can feel yourself starting to shake. “And I know your little secret, you think you could keep it from me, huh? You think I am stupid don’t you. I know you’ve been selling your self on the internet for money.” You can feel tears are starting to come, this is what she thought you were doing.

She throws down a binder of some sorts on the ground, making you jump a little. “You’re not my daughter anymore. I refuse to have someone as disgusting as you even share my last name. Here’s everything you need from me to change it.”

You watch as she passes your delivery guy, who looks at you awkwardly with tears streaming down your cheeks and a shocked look on your face. He puts down your order, and slowly walks away again.

You get yourself together after a few minutes, enough to close the door, and pick up the binder and food. You dump the food on your table, along with the binder. You run your hands over your face, before you pick up your headset, and try to act as chipper as ever, not having noticed you never muted your mic.

“Sorry for the long break, had to fix a smaller cable issue, but I’m all good now!” You don’t look at chat, instead you focus everything you can on keeping your energy up, and not for anyone to notice you’re not doing the best.

“Y/N are you alright?” Corpse asks, extremely worried over the fact that he just heard you get disowned by your own mother.

“Yes, of course, I’m always doing good!” Your voice shoving no hints to what everyone and their own mothers head. You watch as your phone gets a call from Corpse. “I think the next game have to wait a bit longer if everyone is cool with that?”

Everyone agrees they’re cool, nobody knows what to say after hearing what just happened. You mute your microphone properly this time. Before picking up your phone.

“Hey there.”

“We just talked Corpse, get to the point, we shouldn’t let the others wait for us for too long.” You tease him.

“We all heard?”

“Heard what?”

“Y/N I’m so sorry.” You can hear his voice crack a bit, and you can feel yourself edging a breakdown.

“It’s okay, we all knew it was coming at one point or the other.” You dryly laugh, trying to get out of the topic.

“We both know she’ll be back by next week, it’s not safe there.” He worries, you can hear him already stressing at the thought.

“I can’t exactly move. I blew everything I had by getting this place.” Your voice is slowly starting to crack and you know if you keep talking. You won’t be able to get back on stream.

“Then stay at me, I have a cough. It’s not safe there. She only yelled this time. But who knows what else she might try to pull?” You listen to Corpse, and subconsciously wrap an arm around yourself, still able to feel the bruises from when she hit you, because she found a stack of cash you had been saving up for yourself to get out. You break down sobbing.

“Y/N are you still with me?”

“Y-yes.” Your voice reaches through the phones, nearly covered by sobs.

“Can you get up for me? I need you to turn off your stream, okay? You’re not going back on there for tonight.”

You shake as you push the right button abruptly stopping the stream and leaving the discord call.

“Good.” It comes from the phone. “Let’s get you to bed.” He talks you through the tasks you have to do. Helping to distract you from the bad thing. He stays on the phone worried for you all night, until you’ve tired yourself out enough to fall asleep on the call. He wishes he could help more as he hangs up the phone. Knowing he’s the last of your support system. As the call end, it leaves you alone in the world. Now mother and fatherless.

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband fic #corpse husband fanfic #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband imagine #delias own writing

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rivalsforlife · 3 years ago

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Heyo since I finally read The Catch-Up Game (and really really loved it by the way) how about 1 and 5 for that?

Yesssss thanks so much JJ!! Glad you liked it, that's still one of my favorite things I've written!

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?

"This way" is a little vague so I'll interpret it as I like. Mostly I wanted to write the fic the way I did because I was feeling pretty dissatisfied with my Phoenix characterization in other fics. He's a surprisingly difficult character to get a handle on, he's like just weird enough I had quite a bit of trouble writing him for a long time. I've always had this Problem of mine back when I did original writing where my protagonists would always end up sooooo bland in comparison to all the other characters, which is obviously a major problem because your protagonist should be the most interesting. And I found that carried over to a lot of my Phoenix characterizations in my earlier fics. Especially, like, writing a character from their POV and from someone else's POV ends up completely different, I find. I'd written mostly Edgeworth-POV narumitsu up to that point, and the way Edgeworth sees Phoenix is quite different from how Phoenix sees Phoenix. And while I'd had a couple of fics digging into Edgeworth a bit more as a sort of character study I didn't have anything going into depth with Phoenix at all.

Also I wrote the fic for narumitsu week 2020, which had the list of prompts I ended up basing the chapter titles off of. I have to confess here I wasn't... *super* satisfied with my narumitsu week 2019 fics, though I don't like to admit that because I know lots of people do like them (Childswap is still my 3rd highest kudos'd fic despite me constantly thinking I could've done it better.) I thought I might do better if I could write one giant fic instead of eight smaller fics, since that way I could spend more time getting invested in an overall story without feeling quite as rushed, if that makes sense?

I'm actually digging out my planning doc now, it's been a while since I looked at this, but I generally do a stream-of-consciousness brainstorming session so there's some interesting stuff in here. The existence of "pining" in the prompts meant this would probably be a "getting together" fic, but I had already written a few of those, and so has like... half the fandom. So I wanted to tackle my dissatisfaction with my previous Phoenix characterizations and try to dig deep into his character to try and make it unique. I wrote down the basic things that I thought were neat about Phoenix and unaddressed by canon that I wanted to explore (relationship trauma in general with regards to the Dahlia-Iris debacle but also general relationship abandonment issues stemming from as far back as the class trial that also are very associated with Edgeworth), picked a few plot beats that matched the prompts, and just kinda went from there.

5. What part was hardest to write?

Few things:

The rejected confession in chapter 5 was something I was so stressed about because I really, really didn't want it to come across as "drama for the sake of drama", you know. So it had to rely mostly on the previous chapter to support the weight, but the confession and Phoenix's rejection still had to stand on its own and be in character and not too melodramatic but also not too casual... etc. That was the part I was the most stressed about at first.

Then I got a huge number of comments reacting to that, dissecting Phoenix's motives, predicting what was going to happen next -- the big narumitsu discord was having live reactions and discussion sessions about it -- and don't get me wrong this was very fun I really enjoy when I write something people can engage with, especially to that level, but it was also very stressful for the rest of that week, because I had to hope the rest of the fic met people's expectations. I was posting this live during narumitsu week so there was no time to do a complete overhaul or really much editing if I wanted to change anything, since chapter 8 (the conclusion to most of this) was going to be posted in... two days, so I just had to ride it out and hope people didn't drop it because they were dissatisfied with how the rest of the story played out. And if anyone did, they didn't tell me, so I can pretend everyone liked it!

So yeah, the last part of chapter 8 where Phoenix explains himself to Edgeworth got a little tricky because I was looking at feedback from comments and trying to figure out what things I wanted to change and how. But that mostly amounted to a difference of a few lines. I also had trouble with chapter 7 -- again I worry it went too close to "drama for the sake of drama", the whole mafia subplot is kinda just forced in there and you can tell, but that's what I get for trying to write a well-edited fic in uhh three months. I go back and forth on the burning building thing still. I might do it differently if I were rewriting today, but a ton of people really liked that part, so I guess it can't be too bad?

Anyways I am rambling on for way too long. I did have a lot of fun with this fic. I think it's probably the one that got the most engagement and positive reception out of all the fics I wrote so that must mean other people had fun with it too, which is always an extremely satisfying feeling to have.

#asks #this got very rambly sorry I just really like talking about this stuff

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drwcn · 5 years ago

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discordance!verse part 7: an interesting morning in jingshi, Lan Wangji is shameless, much to the shock of Wei Wuxian. rated M??T??

in which wwx is lxc’s husband through political alliance, and there is an affair.

[8] | [7] | [6] | [5] | [4] | [3] | [2] | [1] [synopsis] OR

see [discau tag] or [discordance navigation page] for all installments

(~10 days before part 5/6)

Wei Wuxian wakes up slowly, warm and comfortable. The first thing he sees is the green bamboo shoots past the white tulle curtains, just outside the window, and the droplet of dew glistening under the morning sun. It had rained some time during the early hours; he recalls drifting to sleep listening to the muffled pitter-patter against Jingshi's roof, Lan Zhan curled at his side…

Lan Zhan is still there, fast asleep, as though he hasn't moved an inch all night. He is pressed against Wei Wuxian's shoulder, one arm thrown across his chest, every even breath a gentle breeze across his neck.

Even in sleep, Lan Zhan is a vision. That peerless face which others find cold and intimidating, is relaxed and open. Thick lashes kiss pink flushed cheeks. Soft full lips part minutely, still a bit swollen. Long silk hair runs like ink between Wei Wuxian's fingers.

He releases a soft affectionate huff, pulling the covers more securely around them both. Wei Wuxian closes his eyes, ready to indulge in sleep for another couple more hours. He doesn't know why they don't do this more often, it's so nice…

Wait!

His eyes snap open, all thoughts of sleep vanishing instantly.

Fuck! We slept in!

There's a very good reason why he and Lan Zhan never wake up warm, coddled together in a patch of morning sun like two aristocratic cats: it's because Cloud Recesses' rules are fucking nightmares - and also because he and Lan Zhan are technically, technically in an illicit affair - but mostly because of Cloud Recesses’ rules. Lan Zhan always has to get up at a quarter before mao-shi to sneak back to hanshi so he could continue the charade of having woken up in the bed he definitely didn't sleep in.

Judging by the angle of sunlight spilling into the room, it must be at least si-shi by now, a whole two shichen later than when Lan Zhan is usually up and about…

Oh ffffffuuuck -

Dap, dap, dap!

There are three polite knocks at the door. A disciple's hesitant voice echoes from the other side.

"W-Wei-jun? Are you in there?"

He can hear the anxiety clearly in their tone. Because of course they must be frantic! Lan Zhan's secretarial disciple would've gone in to bring him his breakfast, like he does every morning, and discovered Hanguang-jun's bed and sheets as cold as ice and Lan Wangji himself nowhere to be found.

It's been at least four hours, Cloud Recesses must be having a full blown panic attack by now!!

Wei Wuxian jolts up from bed and is torn between feeling sorry and amazed when that exaggerated movement only manages to elicit an incoherent grumble from Lan Zhan.

Oblivious to Wei Wuxian's impending meltdown, Lan Wangji curls a little deeper into the covers, but does not wake up.

No time to worry about that, Wei Wuxian yanks the covers over Lan Wangji's head to cover him and pads across the matted floor to the clothing rack. He can't answer the door even if he wants to; he's completely fucking naked.

Wei Wuxian is just about finished with the ties of his second layer of robes when the disciple speaks again,

"Wei-jun?! Are you in there?! Many apologies for disturbing you…but - but it's urgent! Please, could you open the door?"

For the first time since the death of his husband, Wei Wuxian is glad for his widower status. As the previous Sect Master's yishu 遗属, it would be bad etiquette for lower disciples to barge into his private residence without invite. Not that any of them would be capable: the seal Wei Wuxian placed on the inside of the door last night is an invention of his own. He's confident that no more than a dozen cultivators of their time can break it without expending serious spiritual energy.

Thank goodness last-night-me had the foresight to do that…

Though, he does wonder why it's a bunch of disciples and not someone like Lan Qiren knocking on his door. His nerves calm by half a fraction. If they're coming to me, perhaps they haven't directed this particular issue to higher authorities. Probably doesn't want to give the grandpas an impromptu stroke by declaring Lan Zhan missing…

Wei Wuxian shrugs on his outer layer, and in the calmest, most put-upon voice he can manage, he answers, "What is it? I am feeling poorly this morning."

"Begging your pardon, Wei-jun, it's just…Hanguang-jun, uhm, we can't find Hanguang-jun."

Glancing behind his shoulder, Wei Wuxian winces as he sees Lan Wangji stirring, turning onto his back and shoving the covers out of the way.

"Ah, yes, Hanguang-jun," replies Wei Wuxian, channeling his inner Lan Qiren and attempting his most authoritative tone of voice. "Sect Master has informed me that he’s gone on a…a meditative trek. It's been some time since he's been able to cultivate in peace. He will be returning shortly. No need…no need to worry the Elders."

Through the thin walls, he hears a collective sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness. Forgive us for disturbing you, Wei-jun. If you're feeling unwell, should a healer be sent for -"

"No! No, that's quite alright. I'll be fine. Return to your studies. Do not dally." Wei Wuxian quickly dismisses the disciples.

Ear pressed against the door, he listens to their footsteps walking away until he can't hear anything but the sparrows chirping in the woods. Letting out the breath he’s been holding anxiously in his chest, Wei Wuxian pads himself in relief.

Crisis averted.

When he turns around, Lan Wangji is sitting up in bed, staring dazedly at him.

"I slept in. It's very late, isn't it?"

The sight of him like that, blankets gathered at the waist, pale chest bared and hair unbound, immediately steals from Wei Wuxian the breath he’d only just been able to catch.

Hanguang-jun is truly the Light Bearer, he laments, mindless of the smile that overtakes him. Even the sun seems to be drawn to the good Lan Zhan. Streaming onto the bed from the window behind, morning sunlight enshrouds his entire being and condenses into a soft halo around him, as if to remind the world that this man is blessed by the gods.

Yet this god-chosen man, destined for immortality, has given himself over to Wei Wuxian last night, delivered into his hands, with pure trust and a small smile in the dark.

Wei Wuxian feels the back of his neck heat up from the memory. Get yourself together, Wei Wuxian, you flagrant degenerate, it’s practically midday.

"Wei Ying, I…" Lan Wangji averts his eyes as Wei Wuxian takes a seat beside him, holding his clothes ready for him.

"Ah, Lan Zhan, don't be embarrassed." Wei Wuxian chuckles, reaching out to twirl a strand of Lan Wangji's hair around his finger teasingly. "So you slept in, happens to the best of us."

Leaning forward and pecking a chaste kiss to his forehead, Wei Wuxian hands him his robes and says, "Alright, come on, let's get up. You have to work, and I have to assist my venerated Hanguang-jun. A bath and some breakfast - I told the disciples I'm not feeling my best, they'll probably send whatever I ask for. Nobody ever has to know our Sect Master was sleeping the morning away."

The tip of Lan Wangji's ears turns pink, but instead of accepting the garbs the other man holds out to him, he shifts closer and winds his arms around Wei Wuxian shamelessly. "Yes perhaps, but I am not entirely to blame."

This time, Wei Wuxian does blush. He draws his head back, aghast. "L-Lan Zhan! H-how could you say such a thing in broad daylight!

"Is it not so?" Lan Wangji rests his chin against his lover's shoulder and pivots his head almost accusingly.

Wei Wuxian sputters. Why you shameless little - you - I -

Memories from the night before come rushing back: Lan Zhan's earnest open face when he asked Wei Wuxian to indulge him, climbing onto his lap and whispering into his ear exactly what he wanted. Wei Wuxian is used to Lan Zhan taking charge. It’s been that way since the two of them became intimate. He’s thrilled, more than thrilled, to share those stolen moments with Lan Zhan. In fact, it always does funny wonderful things to him to see the disciplined Hanguang-jun let loose the way he does when they’re together.

But to have his Lan Zhan laying under him, arching and trembling and falling apart for him, his name uttered by those heavenly lips like an answer, a spell, a prayer…How does any reasonable man come back from that?

Oh my god…I - I deflowered the Second Jade of Gusu… Wei Wuxian realizes with a jolt, suddenly hot under the collar. It's not that the implication didn't occur to him yesterday, but the weight of his actions had not fully sunk in until now. It's probably not a coincidence that Lan Wangji, who has never overslept a day in his life, fails to keep to his rigid internal clock after Wei Wuxian spent most of the night having his ways with him.

When did they even go to actual sleep? It couldn't have been any time before midnight. Wei Ying, Wei Wuxian, you fool, you absolute idiot, how could you have done this?! You should've been more careful!!

…Lan Zhan had been so careful with me…

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji calls his name, arms still locked around him. "You told them I'd be gone for a while yet, yes?"

Wei Wuxian frowns, not sure where he's headed. "Yeah?"

Lan Wangji shuffles closer, one of his hands travelling across the front of Wei Wuxian's robes until he finds the knotted sash. Blinking innocently, he says without a shred of pretense, "I do not doubt your skills, but my memories of last night are a little vague. Perhaps you ought to demonstrate for me again, as a reminder?"

For a long, long moment, neither of them move, Lan Wangji's request apparently having shocked Wei Wuxian into petrified silence. He does nothing but stare back at him, so much so Lan Wangji begins to wonder if he went a little too far with the teasing. But then Wei Wuxian's expression shifts, something raw and hungry flashing across his face. The next moment, Lan Wangji is flipped over onto his front, the covers yanked off exposing his pale bare form, every inch a perfection.

Lan Wangji shivers, more reactionary than actually cold. He can feel Wei Ying's gaze on him, heated and appreciative, and as much as he doesn't want to give him the satisfaction, he squirms under the scrutiny.

"Wei Y-"

But the weight of Wei Ying's body is suddenly flush against his back, and Lan Wangji notices with a start that while he is thoroughly bare, Wei Ying is mostly dressed and does not appear to be in any hurry to change that.

Does Wei Ying really intend to take him while fully clothed?! Somehow the thought doesn't bother him, not in the least. Rather, it spurs him on, sparking the desire that simmers just beneath his skin.

His hair is swept to side; Lan Wangji groans as a pair of lips press a hot, open mouthed kiss against his neck behind one redden ear.

"One would think, Hanguang-jun, that requesting physical intimacy in the middle of the day counts for misbehaviour."

The needy kiss transforms into a sharp bite.

Lan Wangji suffocates a groan, shuddering as the kiss trails between his shoulder blades and lower. For a few minutes, all he can focus on is the touch of hands and lips and tongue mapping out the planes of his body and wringing from him wonderful pleasures that he would not otherwise so easily relinquish.

"As the once disciplinary officer of Cloud Recesses," continues Wei Ying, lifting Lan Zhan by the hips and pushing him onto his knees. "Please enlighten us the appropriate consequences."

Wei Ying sounds very much like a cat savouring its play time with its poor prey before devouring it alive. Although Lan Wangji would never admit it out loud even under duress, he can confess to himself in the safety of his mind that this fate is exactly what he wants.

The Wei Ying of last night was careful, gentle, and steadfast despite being nervous.That Wei Ying had held his hands, lacing their fingers together, and whispered sweet lovely things as he brought them to their heights and back. Lan Wangji wasn't lying when he said his memories were a bit fuzzy; the entire experience had been…a lot.

However, Wei Ying in the morning is a whole different beast, and Lan Zhan aches just imagining what waits ahead. He wants him, by god, he wants him.

"One would think, Wei-jun," Lan Wangji manages to grit out, "that as someone who holds the highest running record of punishments received during his guest disciple days, you would be more than acquainted with Cloud Recesses' method of discipl - ah!"

The cry is ripped from his throat before he could help it. Panting, Lan Wangji writhes against the sheets and marvels a little at just how readily he receives what Wei Ying gives him.

But Wei Ying's tone loses its playfulness right away. "Lan Zhan -" The hand that threads through his hair is light and the following kiss on his left shoulder is tender. "- are you - are you hurt? Was I -"

Perhaps that cry sounded more distressed than he actually was. Lan Wangji turns his head to meet Wei Ying's worried gaze and melts a little. Blood is roaring in his ears and he is hot all over, but the warm cocoon that envelops his heart has nothing to do with lust.

Wei Ying presses another soft, comforting kiss against the shell of his ear and then another against his temple. "Say something, should I stop?"

Stop?! If this endearing idiot even thinks about stopping now Lan Wangji will absolutely smack him out of pure frustration.

Catching his breath, he pushes back against Wei Wuxian and is immensely satisfied when the other man shudders in response. Reveling in the knowledge that he is the only one to ever see Wei Ying this way, he does it again. This time, the hands gripping his deviant hips are no longer gentle.

"Are you going to make good on my punishments," challenges Lan Wangji, batting his lashes, infinitesimally coy. "Or were those merely empty threats?"

The speed at which Wei Ying's eyes darken with desire almost makes Lan Wangji regret his impertinence. But then he is being thrust forward without warning, the unexpected motion hitting that spot inside him that makes his toes curl and his vision go white, and he instantly regrets nothing.

"W-Wei Ying…"

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he is aware that he is being objectively loud, but it really isn't his fault. Who in their right mind would expect him to be silent when he is being railed into the bed like both their immortalities depended on it. He just hopes Wei Ying has the good sense to cast a silencing talisman (lucky for them, he did).

Lan Zhan moans into the sheets, his eyes rolling back. How on earth is he so wrecked so quickly?! What is Wei Ying doing to him? In this position, he is completely at his lover's mercy, but he doesn't want to fight it, not at all. Clutching the wooden headboard, Lan Wangji surrenders the last bit of his self-control and submerges under the waves of sensations and sounds and bliss.

Lan Zhan is quiet afterwards, soaking in the bath Wei Wuxian prepared for him. Wei Wuxian wipes himself down perfunctorily, changes into fresh robes and then proceeds to meticulously tidy the bed. The sheets are…probably not salvageable. He'll have to burn them or bury them, because there's no way he can hand them over to the disciples on laundry duty in the state that they're in. Even he can't talk his way out of that one.

When he's sure there is no more incriminating evidence of their activities, Wei Wuxian rounds behind the screen to find Lan Zhan exactly where he'd left him.

Eyes closed, he looks so young. It's not fair how everything must fall to him now. Lan Zhan never complains, but he must be exhausted after all that's happened since the end of last year.

His heart squeezing tightly, Wei Wuxian picks up a wash cloth and sits down by the tub. Lovely eyes flutter open just as he runs the warm towel over the round of Lan Zhan's shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He asks softly, wiping a bit of dried spent from Lan Zhan's chin. "Was I too rough?"

The tip of Lan Zhan's ears turns pink again. He shakes his head, taking Wei Wuxian's hand and caresses his knuckles. "No, you were perfect."

Still, something nags Wei Wuxian in the mind of his mind. Their hands still clasped together, he shifts closer and searches Lan Zhan's face.

"Lan Zhan, what brought this on? Last night and this morning. You know I don't mind being the …uhm…" Blushing, he clears his throat, suddenly thin-skinned. Damn it, Wei Wuxian, get it together. "You know I don’t mind being the way we were before. Love it in fact, can't get enough of it even. I don't want you to think I expect you to - uhm - return the favour... as it were."

Lan Zhan's eyes are serious but also bright and earnest with understanding and intent. He thumbs the blush on Wei Wuxian's cheek, curling his fingers around his nape.

"I'm yours now, Wei Ying." He says, voice hushed but resolve firm. "Do you understand? No more nonsense about finding me a proper husband, or a wife to bear me heirs, or any talk of that kind. Even if the Elders bar me from marrying you on the account of you being my brother's widower, I'm yours, and you're not allowed to abandon me. I won't have it."

"Lan Zhan..." The back of his throat grows unbearably tight. Wei Wuxian feels as though he could cry. He remembers their conversation back in Qishan when he saw Lan Zhan with little Wen Yuan and the ensuing row they had afterwards. It was perhaps the first and only time Lan Zhan lost his temper with him. He'd been so angry, so hurt, that Wei Ying would even suggest he should marry another.

Wei Wuxian, if you truly want me to be with someone else, then what, tell me, are we doing now?!

Wei Wuxian squeezes his hand, pressing a heartbroken kiss to his palm, then another, then another. He feels horrible with himself. How could he not realize earlier? Is this why Lan Zhan had been so insistent?

"Lan Zhan, my good Lan Zhan, you didn't have to - I won't leave you, Lan Zhan, I promised you, I won't. You have me, you'll always have me, you didn't have to -"

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji interrupts him, seeing his self-deprecating tendencies are once again leading him down the wrong line of thought. "I want you, want to be with you. Last night was not solely to drive home a point. Even if I did want to make a point, it would only be part of the reason, minimal at best, and certainly would not account for this morning.”

Wei Wuxian blinks, swallowing thickly. "And the real reason?"

"Well, surely it's very telling." Lan Wangji inches closer. The angle of the round tub makes it awkward but he doesn't care. A smile playing at his lips, he whispers into the other man's ear and delights at the way Wei Ying pulls back with a scandalized cry.

"Lan Zhan!"

Wei Wuxian is sure that his entire face is on fire. Who would've thought the esteemed Hanguang-jun could be such a lethal combination of imaginative mind and dirty mouth?!

But Lan Wangji only chuckles, nuzzling his neck. "Thank you for being so obliging, Wei Ying. I hope I was not too much of a burden."

I’m going to cry, thinks Wei Wuxian, I’m actually going to cry. Inside his chest, his heart has swelled so incredibly that he feels it will burst any second. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, my good Lan-er-gege," he chants, over and over, peppering the lightest and sweetest of kisses along Lan Wangji's face. "You can't say things like that without warning! My heart can't take it!"

"Mn,” Lan Wangji purrs.“You'll live."

"Lan Zhan, ah Lan Zhan, what am I going to do with you?" Wei Wuxian sighs, holding the other man by the curve of his jaw and smiles that sunshine smile.

"Stuck with me, I'm afraid. Hasn't anyone told you?" Lan Zhan peers at him through hooded eyes. "Us Gusu Lans, we're rooks."

"Rooks?"

"Rooks mate for life."

At that, Wei Wuxian pulls Lan Wangji impossibly close and silences him with a deep, long kiss.

[part 8]

yishu 遗属 - family that is left behind through death.

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the-space-lady · 4 years ago

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I think it is time to say Goodbye.

Hello! Mod here, Tataia. I’ve come to make an announcement about the-space-lady and edgy-frenchman.

From this day on, I will not be updating these blogs anymore. I will be closing the inbox and delete all unanswered asks.

Don’t worry! They will still be up, you can come back to look through everything as many times as you’d like, but don’t expect any new posts in either blogs.

Now, we all know already that these blogs have been on an never ending hiatus, and it showed no signs of updating regularly like back in the day. So, let’s have a little (okay, kind of long) chat, about how this blog came to life, and how I am happy and thankful with everything that came from it.

Feel free to not read this at all, because it is kind of a long read.

If you have any questions, please send an ask to my main blog, @tataiafurquim, and follow my twitter where I’m the most active, also going by the same username.

Three years ago, 2017, for the first time in the Brawlhalla history, there was a new legend leak! It was a picture taken with a phone of a monitor screen which showed the character selection screen in Brawlhalla, of the next legend in the default pose (the one that every legend has before getting their signature poses once they’re released); that was the first time everyone saw Artemis. BMG didn’t even announce her on dev streams by that point. The picture was shared in the r/Brawlhalla discord server, and, Calamari-Pop herself had tagged me to see it in one of the text channels, saying, ‘look! female Orion!’. Since I started playing the game, I’ve always been an Orion main, and once I saw Artemis for the first time, I felt like it was love at first sight.

I was instantly hyped for the character, while most people were complaining that ‘BMG had run out of ideas for new legends’, I couldn’t wait for her release, she was so beautiful, I never felt so hyped for something like I did for Artemis. I was probably the first person to make fanart for her and post it on r/Brawlhalla. People’s opinions on Artemis were very 50/50. People didn’t like her because ‘it’s just female Orion’, others genuinely liked her, and were excited to play with the next scythe legend.

I didn’t have many friends at the time who were into Brawlhalla, so for me the hype was kept mainly to myself, and of course, through my art. The picture we had of Artemis was very poor quality, so a lot of early art was missing a lot of details, but I didn’t care; I just kept drawing the only thing that was bringing me happiness.

I was a 14 year old when all of this happened, school was being very rough on me, back in the day I used to struggle so much to study, it was a pain to focus and learn, I’d always give up and go back to video games and art. My grades were horrible, I felt like my personal friendships were kind of faling apart, and so with my family. The only light at the end of the tunnel I had at the time, was the idea of making an ask blog for Artemis.

At first, I was skeptical. What if it flops? The Brawlhalla community wasn’t very active in other social medias, it was small, but everyone was close and if something big was announced, the word would spread fast. I mean, it was worth a short. Worse comes to worse, I delete the blog and move on. Ask blogs weren’t as popular as they were either.

I had claimed the URL even before Artemis was announced in a dev stream, so the blog was ready to go. I remember waiting a little more than a month when the patch of her release was finally online, and I did my move of announcing the blog in every social media I could, and so I waited for the community to show up.

And they didn’t stop coming! It was ask after ask, I was so happy, this little blog was my escape from the real world. Answering people as Artemis was honestly the most fun I was having during that year. And I could also draw her as much as I’d like! The blog was growing, and so was my audience of people who was genuinely following me for my regular art. Even when I was grounded because I did bad on a test, I still answered people with drawings made on paper.

Needless to say, this blog was definitely, a start for me in the Brawlhalla community. “Are you the person who draws a lot of Artemis?” “Yep! That’s me!” It was great, I felt like I was finally becoming someone somewhat important in a community like I always wished to, drawing what I loved, and people loved it. I even met my soon-to-be boyfriend through it!

But of course, that didn’t stop what was happening outside of the computer screen. Things were going even more downhill the more I focused on the internet and forgot about real life. It was helpless; there was no way I was passing that school year, I’d have to repeat it. My parents had decided that maybe one of the issues was that, my old school, was one of those schools that go really hard on the students, and that was not my place. So, the next year, 2018, I changed schools for the first time.

I’ve always had really bad anxiety. On the first day in the new school, you know what I did? I drew Artemis. What a surprise to nobody, but for me, this was my moment of realization, that this space lady from a fighting game, was my comfort character. This possibly canonically evil woman who wants to kill my main because of some fucked up shit he did in the past, was my comfort character. I was depressed? I drew Artemis. I was happy? I drew Artemis. I was extremely pissed off?? You guessed it! I drew Artemis! It is likely that a lot of pieces I made of her that I’ve posted online, were created from strong emotions I had while I drew it. There’s a lot that I didn’t even post either.

In 2018 I was still updating the blog, but I was also focusing a lot more on school. I was managing to get good grades, I made new friends, had new experiences, and my relationship with my family was getting better. Of course every year has its ups and downs, but overall, the important part, was finally being taken care of; I passed the school year, and then I passed again, and I passed again! I have just one more year to go, and hopefully, in 2021 I’ll be done.

Setting that aside, as the blog grew, my audience online did so too. My art improved, I’ve become, for the lack of a better word, an important member in the community. A lot of people have seen my art, and some of them probably don’t even follow me!

Today, I am a Brawlhalla Partner, I have a wonderful boyfriend, incredible friends, an amazing relationship with my family, and I am now hoping for a bright future of work ahead of me, and it was all thanks to this ask blog of a fictional character who I deeply loved. I would have never made it where I am today without Artemis, without Brawlhalla, without all of you. I could ever be thankful, and all I can give you all is more fanart of this amazing game that has completely changed my life, and with how Brawlhalla has been growing? Keep an eye on this one, it’s gonna get big.

Thank you so much everyone who has supported me over the years, and followed me more than just Artemis content. The updates on the blog have stopped because I’ve been focusing on other things. trying out new stuff and focusing on myself to become a better person and artist, creating my own stories with original characters, which I’m excited to share with all of you.

Anyway, take care, whoever read this far <3 Hopefully 2021 will be a better year for everyone.

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league-of-thots · 5 years ago

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Masks: A Soulmate AU

Pairing: Nejire x reader

Warnings: minor drugs/alcohol reference

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: the prompt for this discord collab was a sfw soulmate au

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You were 16 years old, like everyone else, when you opened the box that had appeared at the bottom of your bed. Inside, laying on golden straw, was the mask that the fates had given to you to help you find your destined partner.

The night before, you’d been so excited, tossing and turning all throughout the night, sleeping short bursts and then waking for a few minutes before inevitably passing back out again. The whole night you’d had weird dreams that were both surreal yet vivid in their detail, confusing and disorienting you. During the dreams you could only imagine chasing after this one swan who was always moving along from one thing to another. At one time, it was floating down a river but stopped to go see a dam on the other side of the river. You could only watch as it looked around, observing and carefully taking stock of the surroundings, before it was jolted into action seeing some small animals run by. It flew away and the dream shifted and soon enough you were running after it again…

Opening the box, you felt yourself shudder unconsciously, your heart felt warmer than it had just moments ago and you wondered if your partner had already received their mask or was waiting patiently just as you had been for the past few years. Wonder, curiosity and excitement were all warring for your attention as you looked onto the beautiful creation in front of you, it truly was a gift from the fates.

The mask was covered your forehead to just under your cheekbones, leaving perfectly shaped holes for your eyes to see. It was a beautiful platinum, looking silver-blue in the light of the morning streaming through your window. All across the bottom lining were alternating triangular holes and slightly above that were complicated swirling patterns. There were small white gems places at the ends of swirling branches, making them look as if they were pale roses growing out from vines.

You lightly ran your fingers over the smooth metal, the mask oddly light considering the amount of surface area it had. Along the top were feather designs stitched in, their shape matching those of the swan who you’d dreamt about.

You sat there for a few minutes, staring down at the mask and touching it almost reverently. Somewhere out there, was a perfect match for it, and with such a pretty mask, you knew they would be special, you could feel it in your bones. Soon you’d put it on, and wouldn’t be able to take it off until you found that partner meant for you. It both scared and excited you to know that one day you’d find them, and hoped desperately that the two of you would like each other and fall in love. Soulmates didn’t have to be romantic, but you were a bit of a sap, and having a partner destined for you? It would lift your heart up if they’d be your significant other.

You placed the mask on your face, and felt the mask magically adjust to your face, locking itself into place after a few slow minutes of adjustment. The metal was a nice cool touch to your face, and you closed your eyes feeling it slowly shift on your face. You wanted to remember how it felt, knowing that it would one day change your life. When it was done, you looked in the mirror to see the upper half of your face was fully covered up to your hairline, the only thing you could see were your eyes peeking out from behind it. Happy with the results, you giddily moved out of your room to go show everyone how cool your mask was.

As you continued your journey through high school, you didn’t meet your soulmate unfortunately. Some of your friends did, both in and out of school, but they were the minority. It was after all, very unlikely to meet your soulmate before the age of 24. You were happy for them, but at the same time, couldn’t wait to find your partner. You were reminded again that not every one was destined to be lovers though, unfortunately one of your best friends had met their soulmate and he wasn’t romantically interested in him.

You remember consoling her, distraught as she was, and reminding yourself that this was why you tried to keep your hopes low, you don’t know what role your soulmate is going to take in your life. You were there by her side though, and as she worked through her own dashed hopes and feelings, the two of them had one of the strongest friendships you’d ever seen in your life. It was beautiful, and honestly made you a bit jealous. You were impatient, you wanted to have your soulmate in your life now, even though you knew deep down that they’d be worth waiting for.

Something that you’d be able to partake in when you turned 18, because you hadn’t yet found your soulmate, were the extravagant galas. They were held both publicly and privately by benefactors for people who hadn’t yet met their soulmates. They were always wild times, held in busy city halls, or in fields with beautiful sunsets. Each of them was full with magic and everything slightly distorted by the number of soulmates meeting up and finally getting to share their lives together. They were also full of practiced wizards creating entertainment of both amusing and wacky feats, which made the parties highly attended no matter the age or personal status.

There were only a few rules of the parties; that you always had to be dressed in masquerade attire that matched with your mask, and even if you found your soulmate at the parties, you couldn’t remove your masks until after the party was done.

These parties were often held a few times a month, so that those with busy schedules could still get the chance to go out and try to meet their soulmates. Although part of you wanted to go to one of these galas the moment you turned 18, you didn’t really get the chance until a few months after your birthday.

You remember vividly from that night many things, the wizard in the lovely velvet top hat who was creating life sized characters out of smoke to do battle with one another, the giant ice sculptures that seemed to change shape every time you looked away, the creatures that normally avoided humans coming to watch, seeing what was happening and making deals with the foolish ones. You felt the entire night as if you were in a daze, and you probably were with the fumes from many different things clouding up your mind just slightly so that the entire night was just slightly hazy and tinged with a surreal quality. Were you really sure that you’d seen those flash of fangs from the tall dark man with the dreadlocks? You couldn’t be sure.

All in all, you’d enjoyed your night plenty, met some great people and seen interesting things. Alas, you were no closer to finding your soulmate than before. You decided that you’d go to one of these galas every month or two, just to see if by chance, you’d happen upon them one time. For a few months during the summer, you’d had no such luck, going and enjoying yourself with only a few new friends to show for it and a much greater understanding of magic and its limits. You’d decided as you went into university to pursue some discipline that would allow you to combine your other interests with your newfound interest in magic.

Life continued that way for a couple years, school, a part time job, friends, galas, and visiting new places when you could to see if maybe in one of those random places, you’d finally happen upon one of them. First year had kicked your ass, but you’d gotten through it with some help from your friends, and even though second year had been tough as well, you’d gotten the hang of it quite well. Something that made you feel marginally better about your lack of success, was that you weren’t the only one who was still stuck with their mask attached to their face. It was actually pretty even set still, the people with masks and without, despite everyone around you being an older age than you were when you first got your mask.

Every once and a while though, you’d dream of the gorgeous swan again, although the dream was never the same as any of the ones that would happen before. Sometimes you were chasing it through the outdoors, whether that be through a forest, a cave or a city, or if you were following it through places you knew like the back of your hand. Every time you’d have one of these dreams, you’d feel melancholy for a few days afterwards, your mind always feeling foggy and unbalanced.

Since it had been a longstanding occurrence, after consulting some friends, you decided to visit a woman in your university that specialized in dream studies and soul connections. Their office hours were online and they actually encouraged people with reoccurring dreams and those with what people thought were atypical soul connections. You were excited and ready to see if you could learn something to help you find your soulmate with their help.

So, the next day you had class, you went ahead of your schedule by an hour to the campus, wanting to drop in to their office as soon as you could. It was in a secluded area of the university, quiet and peaceful, you felt yourself grow more relaxed as you entered the hallway where their office was. Your breath was slightly taken away as you realized it was located on the inside of the greenhouse. There were gorgeous flowers and ivy growing up the walls of the greenhouse and flowers of all colours covering most of the available garden space. There was a flowing artificial river, which beside them were benches and small tables for games. Around the entire room where floating orbs of colour lighting up the garden many shades from different locations. There were also bird feeders and other decorations floating merrily in places.

You approached the door that was between the two trees, looking at the nameplate to read Professor Nirone, the person who you looked up on the weekend. Hyping yourself up a little bit, you steadied your nerves and gave three sharp knocks on the door and stepped back

“Come in!” came a reedy voice from inside, mid-toned and rather sleepy.

You turn the knob and open the door which creaks a little. Inside is a rather homey looking office, one that is well lit with natural light, and has a few chairs by a crackling fireplace. The rugs were worn with intricate designs, and the Professor behind the desk was a cheery person, slender and wearing spectacles.

“Hello Professor Nirone? I’m Y/N, I saw that you had open hours for people who had questions about dreams and strange soul connections?”

“Yes, yes of course!” they say excitedly, standing up from behind the desk to go and shake your hand. “My office is always open to students and faculty!” They have a firm handshake and they guide you to sit down with them at the fireplace. “Would you like some tea? I have a pot of earl grey on right now.”

“Yes please!” and they grab it for the two of you, pouring out two cups. One of them was a bright blue and the other was an orange. They hand you the orange cup.

“How can I help you then?” they ask once you’ve both settled down.

“Well, Professor, I came to you because I was curious about some dreams that I think are connected to my soulmate. I’m really unsure of what they mean though, and I could use some guidance on understanding them.”

“Then you came to the right place! Please, when did they start and what were they about that you believe mean they’re connected to your soulmate.”

“Ah, it started the night before I received my mask on my sixteenth birthday, and they weren’t reoccurring dreams per say, more that they had similar elements and feelings attached with them.” You begin. “I’ve had them every few months or so since then.”

They nod. “That’s a common occurrence within soulmates, often times they will get dreams about something that really shows the essence of their partner. Although usually they change a bit over the years depending on your partner’s life journey.”

“Yes, well the reason I’m confused is because the object of the dream is always the same no matter the setting. Sometimes I know the setting, sometimes I don’t, but I’m always following this swan no matter what. I get this sense of familiarity and happiness, but I never catch up to it no matter what.”

“You have an interesting story, my dear. Let me ask you, what is the swan doing while you’re following after it? If it does, does it depend on the setting or is it always repeating actions?”

“Well, I guess the swan kind of does a pattern of things, it looks around, observes things for a time until it gets distracted and moves to look at that new thing or event. It kind of spends as much time as it wants observing something? But the swan is always out of my reach. So is there anything you could tell me about that?”

“Well, let me get some materials out and show you a few things. There might be some answers that we can see fitting for you.” They go back over to their desk, looking through some file folders and grabbing a few sheets. Leafing through, they start speaking again, and you listen up.

“When there’s a reoccurring pattern within a soulmate dream there are a few ways to interpret that. One, that something in the dream is talking about how to find one another and giving insight into the fated meeting, or two, that the dream is giving you insight about the nature of your partner.”

“So, I might not even get to meet them? There are no repeated meeting spots or anything, which means its all about their nature…”

“Maybe, however I like to think that there’s a good chance for meeting your soulmate when you have this many soul dreams so close together. Don’t give up faith so quickly.”

“I’ll try my best, thank you for the help Professor.” You continue to chat with them for a little while, finishing your tea and feeling much better about your current situation. The whole meeting had gone better than you had hoped it would.

The next gala was two nights away from today, and you were excited, because for some reason, you had a good feeling about this one. You felt emboldened by the words of the Professor, and kept faith that you’d get to meet this soulmate that seemed to have an endless sense of curiosity and wonder with the world around them. You feel like they’d definitely attend the soulmate galas, there was always so many interesting things taking place in and around them. Especially in the warmer months when the parties would seep outside, and they would become an entire community event.

You tried to get through the next few days as quickly as you possibly could, breezing through your lessons, homework and job as you looked forwards in excitement. Finally, the day arrived. This gala would be held by the community center in your city, and you were hoping to see which magicians would be there this year.

You dressed in your formal attire, taking care to make sure that your mask was clean and gleaming, and making sure your hair is all in place. You want to make a good impression if you meet them today after all. Grabbing your phone, you head down to the subway station near your house to get to the gala. The station was busy, as expected, and you got jostled around a fair bit. The closer you got to the community center however, the more outlandish the people and decorations became.

This was your favourite part, seeing everything morph from normal to fantastical, colours streaming everywhere, smoke creating shapes as people try and awe one another with their skills. You swear you see a couple of centaurs running through the crowd, causing chaos and laughing boisterously. The subway has to stop a few stops early due to the congestion of the inner core of the party. You don’t mind the walk, because you get to pass by little vendors who’ve set up shop, selling pretty wares and drinks and food.

You stop at a little man’s shop a few buildings down from the community center, purchasing a small drink to help you relax. It’s a potion with a light sedative meant for calming the mind and enjoying the party.

You sipped it as you finally reached the steps, there were people of all types, some with masks, some without, all decorating the surrounding area. You could hear music streaming from the inside as people and lights and colours streamed in and out without any discernable pattern. You let the sensations wash over you, feeling yourself relax despite the amount of people and excitement around you.

You wander in, eyes greedily taking sight of anything and everything you can. No matter how many times you go to these events, you’ll never get enough of the sights, you’re pretty sure that you’re going to attend many a gala after you find your soulmate.

You glide up the staircase, watching a couple blow bubbles into balloon animals to entertain a small group of younger high school students, this is likely their first event. You recognize the wonder in their eyes.

Inside the community center is a hall, within it, both couples and newly met soulmates dance a sweet waltz, the mayor seated above them on a balcony on a grandiose chair watching down on them happily. His soulmate sits beside them and they both have donned their masks for the special occasion.

You get swept up between the dancers, overwhelmed in a good way as you giggle and move along with the flow, putting your arms up and doing half the steps on your own. You twirl around, feeling your clothes swish around you, as colours spin around the room in a dizzying array of beauty.

Getting lost like this is your favourite.

But there was something different this time, there! Out of the corner of your eye! You caught a dress the colour of your mask, but they were running after something the other way. You immediately drop your arms, the dance forgotten as you dodge and weave between the people. You’ve seen the colour of your mask every time that you’ve looked in the mirror, and haven’t seen it on anyone else’s clothes. But that woman’s dress, it matched, you knew it did.

So, you followed, as quickly as you could in your stuffy fancy clothes and shoes. From what you could see, she had long light blue hair, which looked sleek in the candle lighting. She was moving quickly, faster than anyone you’d seen in heels, as she seemed to take in everything around her.

Suddenly, you lose sight of her as she stops and stares at something then dashes off. You get to where you last saw her, and looked around carefully, trying to get any hint of which way she might’ve gone.

You see nothing. You’ve completely lost her.

You tried to fight down the disappointment that was threatening to overcome you. So close, but you didn’t even get to reach her, you couldn’t speak with her at all! It felt like the universe was keeping them away from you on purpose or something. It made you feel bitter and upset, but if you saw her here, you figured she must be around in the area. It would be tough, but you knew you had to try and hold out hope that you’d find her once again. Maybe she’d even be around for the next local gala, and you could perhaps find her there?

The next few days were difficult for you, but you tried to keep your mindset as positive as you could, despite the massive amounts of disappointment you felt from the party. Nothing else happened that night, even though you kept your eye out for her in case she was still wandering around. For the first time, you left a gala with a disheartened feeling completely choking your chest, tears leaking from your eyes. You’d been so close.

The greenhouse you had found looking for Professor Nerone became a bit of a salvation for you, it was far out of the way, so you didn’t have to see a bunch of people happy with their soulmates, but also was a calming place with a beautiful scenery. Plus, with the tables and benches, you could catch up on work in comfort and solitude.

This carried on for about a week, you felt depressed no matter how many times you told yourself that you’d lasted this long without your soulmate, so you were being a bit ridiculous.

It’s just that before then, you hadn’t seen her.

“Hey, hey, don’t you know? This place is really far from all of the main classes. What are you doing here, if I could bother you a little bit?” A voice interrupted your wallowing. Her voice was cheery and wistful, with a curious lilt to it. You’d never heard such a sweet voice before in all honesty.

“Oh, I’m just here doing some work-“ You brought your eyes up to meet hers, and you gasped in shock as your eyes met hers. “It’s you!”

“Oh my, well isn’t this a surprise!” she smiles. You feel the mask that had been moulded to your face for the past six years just let go and drop into your lap. Hers falls off as well and she catches it, eyes crinkled at the corners from how wide she’s smiling. “I’m Hado Nejire! It’s nice to meet you soulmate.” She gives you a cheeky wink.

The few weeks of getting to know Hado were something interesting to say the least, she was by far one of the most inquisitive and entertaining people you’ve met. Often times asking people questions that had your mouth gaping in shock, because that’s not the societal norm to do that. You could tell she never meant any harm though; she just had an insatiable appetite for knowledge and understanding.

She was also open with her affections with you, after getting signs that you were alright with her touching you, she’d often hold your hand when you walked places, swinging it around as she told you about all the cool things she’d seen the other day. She also gave some of the best hugs, and was probably the coolest person you’d ever met.

You’d also learned that people didn’t exaggerate the soulmate bond. Never before had you clicked with someone so easily, and you didn’t ever really feel uncomfortable around her. She made you feel more confident and opened your mind up with all of her interesting discoveries and off topic information.

“Hey, hey, Y/N? Can I ask you a question?” she asks as you’re both hanging out, doing your different sets of homework in her apartment she shared with two friends; Mirio and Tamaki.

“Of course,” you responded, a little amused at her need to always ask in that little way she had. It was endearing to you.

“What did you hope for me to be?”

“What do you mean?”

“I was curious as to what you wanted from your soulmate before you knew who I was.”

“Hado, why is that important? I have you and that’s what matters.”

“Hmm… I suppose so. It’s just I wanted to know if we were in a similar boat, so to speak.” She taps her chin her eyes focused on something you couldn’t quite see. In the few weeks you’d known her, you noticed that this was a frequent occurrence, she seemed to be in another world sometimes, connecting things all around her.

You loved it, you felt like you loved her. But you didn’t know if she felt the same, and you think it would break you if she didn’t feel the same way.

You felt more sympathy for your old friend then you ever had in your life. Losing something once it was presented in front of you was so much more difficult than you’d thought in the moment. You knew you wouldn’t lose Hado, she wasn’t as shallow as to cut you out of her life for liking her in a different way she did. It was more the fact that you know you would likely lose the possibility of finding a deep soul connection with a romantic partner. It wasn’t unheard of, but very rare, for anyone to establish a bond as deep as the ones with their soulmates.

You wanted to be with Hado in every sense of the word, she made you better, and you like to think that you made her better too. The world seemed a bit more mystical with her in your life, and you wanted to have that in all aspects of your life. You knew it was a bit selfish, but you would back off completely if that’s not what she wanted from you.

Hado shakes you out of your thoughts, “I suppose I should tell you, because I do trust you, Y/N, I really do. I just don’t want you to look at me differently, you know?”

You put your hand on hers, your heartbeat elevated as you look into her eyes. What did she mean? All you could do was tell her the truth.

“Hado, I would never look at you different because of what you hoped that I could be for you. All I hope is that I’m enough for you.”

She grasps you in a hug after that. “Of course you’re enough for me Y/N! You’ve made my life better! It’s just, you know how much I seem to get lost in another world, when I was a kid I used to imagine being with my soulmate.”

“I did too,” you admit, shyly locking eyes. “I imagined meeting them and falling in love, going out on dates, marrying them.” Her eyes were sparkling as you spoke, listening raptly to you.

“I did the same!” you felt immensely relieved at hearing that.

“Well, Hado, I think part of that’s already happened with you if I’m being honest with myself.”

“Y/N, it’s alright, I’m falling for you too!” your mouth falls open in shock and she laughs at the face you’re making.

“Hey, hey Y/N? Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” You respond and she leans in and presses her lips to yours sweetly.

You really were lucky to have a soulmate as good as Hado Nejire.

#bnha x reader #nejire x reader #fluff #soulmate au #sfw #jays writes

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willowfield15 · 4 years ago

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So, I decided to make a post on my thought process while writing the first fic to the Revive Me Series, I hope you all like it!

Thoughts during Chapter 1

So, to put it most simply, for chapter 1, I wanted to try my hand at writing Ghostbur's pov. This was written a few days after the Doomsday stream and we were all in Discord talking about it and the possibilities of what was gonna happen after after some time it changed to Wilbur getting revived where I got the idea of this but! As soon as he's revived, he wants to deal with the past wrongs of his life and try and change for the one's he cares for. But to do this, I needed to set up something for the prequel to this and because I wanted to try and write from Ghostbur's pov. So I watched a few vods and I had a general idea of what I wanted to write.

I wanted to create a fic that represents the struggles of what Ghostbur had, with the recalling of only happy memories, how different he is to Wilbur, his own counterpart.

But I also wanted to write the memories told through the eyes of a man that had once cared for his family but slowly grew insane due to the year of trauma and as an act of desperation, of selfishness, he asks Philza to kill him. That's the first memory we get into told through the oblivious eyes of a sad burning ghost. Then comes the spiralling out of control as the previous insanity envelops onto the poor Ghostbur and starts to make him think of sentences that he shouldn't think of but then he hears the tiny child voice of a nine year old Tommy, his little brother.

Now this part was interesting for me. Because I have this headcanon of when the two were kids, Wilbur would always try and impress Tommy because he had always seen how the kid saw Techno as an idol and so that made Wilbur jealous because he wanted Tommy to consider himself as an idol.

Little did he know that he already did as he walks home with a sleepy Tommy in their arms, the quiet murmur of wanting to make them proud floating out into the breeze.

Ah. That's right, it mattered to Tommy so that's why it matters to Ghostbur.

And this is what I wanted to mark out the clear difference between Ghostbur and Wilbur. The alive counterpart would've never admitted to something like that but because Ghostbur is the counter opposite of Wilbur. Ghostbur is the one to willingly admit the things that mattered Wilbur because of Tommy having cared for it. It's the ✨sibling vibes✨

But with this revelation comes the realisation that he misses his family, he doesn't remember much but what he does remember is that even though Wilbur was a jerk, he still loves his family and even though Ghostbur was going to miss those he met, he knew that he was going to regret not letting Wilbur fix his mistakes or be with his little brother.

Thoughts during Chapter 2

When I first started to write this chapter, I knew that I immediately wanted to write it in the perspectives of two teens. First Tommy, who hadn't been sleeping at all to study books in order to be able to revive Wilbur but not understanding why he was this desperate to wanting him revived and the second being Tubbo who still feels the phantom burn of fireworks onto cheek with the scar still adorning the small section of skin and still considers anywhere being home as long as he was still with Tommy but still holding onto the fear of not being safe when it's just those two. Both hoping for this to work for two very different reasons but having the same fear of Wilbur still holding onto his Pogtopia persona.

Then comes the day of the resurrection and we take a look into Tommy's conflicting feelings of still being afraid of Eret and Phil. During this whole scene I wanted to write the sense of helplessness while Tommy finally breaks due to the possibility of it not working. Of readers not being able to help Tommy despite wanting to as he breaks his skin on his knuckles against the walls of Wilbur's resurrection room. Similar to what Wilbur had done in the first chapter when he begged Phil to kill him and cracked his knuckles against the hard wall.

But then he's alive! He's well and he's warm. I wanted to emphasise the amount of sorrow Tommy holds as he hugs Wilbur closely, terrified to lose him even though he needs to make sure that Tommy's hand doesn't get infected. He's terrified to fully lose his brother again.

And then we get into Wilbur's pov which is arguably the most fun parts of writing this fic. While writing Wilbur, I had many thoughts during this that I wasn't sure what to do with so I discussed with someone and I ended up finally deciding to make Wilbur have a plan to take Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo out of the smp and into a new land where they can rebuild their life together but first he needs to do some stuff.

LIKE DECKING DREAM IN THE FACE :D

I was still super mad after the exile arc so I really wanted to write a fic on someone just straight up decking Dream. In hindsight, I could've wrote the argument between them a bit better but the decking Dream part made me happy :D

And then came the next part of writing Wilbur arguing with Techno and Phil. If I'm honest, this part was the most difficult because I knew what I wanted within the argument but I'm happy with how I did it especially with:-

"Have a gold star for your A+ parenting. Thank goodness you worked with his fucking abuser to help destroy the one place that he loved."

I liked this part the most because of the ✨angst✨ as well as because, Wilbur is finally letting Philza know how awful of a parent he was to Tommy especially after siding with Dream of all people.

After this comes the healing and them choosing to leave the smp and finally be a family and start to hopefully heal the trauma.

#my writing #sleepy boys inc

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comfyspookyburrito · 4 years ago

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My new year’s resolution. (I should’ve posted this earlier this year.)

Hello, sorry I haven’t been active lately or live streamed. I needed to take time off to reflect the rough start we all had in this new year .

Well, let me discuss everything I want done before 2022 in a long ass blogpost. Yes I still use Tumblr.

IRL:

1 - Become as smarter as possible through those “school subjects” I neglected when I was a kid. Maybe study music, Japanese or game dev shit.

2- Workout and hopefully get results within the next 2 years. I’m pretty fucking convinced that it takes 3 years to go from toothpick to normal strong and 5 for more. You can’t convince me unless I work my body hard, long enough to see for myself.

3 - get in touch with friends I know and bond with all my family buds while I still can, and study a lot of shit too.

On the internet:

1 - Compare myself to other artists, serious long art practice until the end of the year.

2 - Remake all of my deleted content including stuff made on steam.

3 - Break the mold and actively engage conversations with communities all over again. DeviantArt, discord, twitter, YouTube, twitch.

4 - No more friends on the internet. I have plenty in real life. Anybody who indulges toxicity because of this. I’ll just tell them to go outside and make some friends.

4. Number four, DO NOT listen to the things I crossed off, I am going through my history of bad comments and remarks in order to speak the truth. During times like this I was insecure and taking it out on people for no reason.

“Explaining reasons why I chose these goals for 2021.”

When I was still a kid in high school, I always felt a part of me was empty. To this day I’m embarrassed whenever I think about how skinny wand stupid I am. I refuse to stick with a low school IQ or stay weak.

In real life I am going to gain muscle, and study everything I should have done before I graduated. I’ll likely never go to a college ever again. So I at least want to appear smart like everyone else. Gaining muscle, regardless if it will only make my issues worse. It will help me feel that I can prolong my life being healthy.

I also want to take a moment and pay my respect to my grandmother and grandfather, no longer here on earth. They’re final words and moments that I saw has left a life lasting message that I will fulfill this year. Even if it kills me I won’t be satisfied again until I fill that emptiness absent in my childhood.

ANYWAY! ON TO THE INTERNET!

I want to become a game developer and make a good game before the end of my life. With that said here is all the context you need to catch up on me.

I deleted all of my past encounters and work online from embarrassment and I want to keep that aspect of my life away from everyone. I don’t want to be known today as the person I was ten years ago. People need to believe that it is possible for someone to change. It’s crucial to my life here on out that I prove my worth now, not 10 years ago.

Even without words, I know how much some of my work felt to others and how much it saddens them to see that investment gone.

Rather than just copy and reupload shit, why not go further? I could use this opportunity to build my new image, as SpookyBurrito, a distinctive style. Remake and bring new quality into these old ass, pngs.

Speaking of change, I was in a few communities years ago and for a while thought nothing could go wrong. But it’s clear in 2021. I don’t belong in any of these communities ever again.

It would be wiser to find new hurdles to tread. Take risks. Even if I make new enemies, it would be worth it so much to find new people that can relate or even reason with me to begin with. Maybe I’m not the only person on earth that likes for example, the Moe Mekuri games. A whole trilogy on steam that I would love to invest and get good at. If you don’t like lewd content, the ost’s, visuals, and gameplay will leave a very long fantastic impression.

Lastly, I want to address something. I’m not a shy person anymore. I’m not a goody two-shoe’s, and while I can be a jackass at times, I’m not a troll, attention seeker, or trouble maker.

I will call out anybody scummy enough that deserves to be exposed. I don’t care about cancel culture at all, I give no fucks. It will have no affect on me if anybody stops caring about me on twitter or whatever shit on social media. But I won’t tolerate any pathetic activity online. I don’t have to say anything. You know who you are. Idiots who never learn and laugh at any pain they poke at with a drill, keep their distance, if I find fucked up people, fucking run from me.

But don’t take it the wrong way, I have no hate or ill if I don’t want friends online. Mutual relationships should be perfectly normal for any adult in 2021.

(I’m perfectly fine with chatting and having fun playing games together with anybody, add me on steam and shit. Just please, don’t get attached to anybody over the internet. Trust me. Months of agony over assholes online you once trusted is not worth it. It’s for your own good.)

(5/29/2023 edit)

The entire topic of relationships and this last part is completely false and inaccurate. I made a lot of false judgements and accusations after a time I needed to recover. The reason I am saying this now, is because this line towards how you should feel on the internet is total bullshit.

I would never, condone anyone to adopt that behavior, just because there are people out there that can take advantage of you, does not mean that they are bad people, meanwhile anyone online who HAS went too far to a point that other people who share such extreme problems when it comes to bad people who would advise you to stay away from them is the only time you should ever feel mutual towards someone, hating terrible people is normal.

There is NOTHING wrong with getting in a friendship with someone across the world, and it can lead to a healthy lifestyle. I have no other words than to openly express yourself because that’s human nature, and following anything said I crossed out is only going to isolate you into a toxic lifestyle.

If you want to be my friend and you want me to be yours, that is ok, I’m not going to deny that anymore. But please remember that this is something you have to earn. Have patience, show your true feelings and express your passions, and don't let anyone try discourage you.

These are not words I came up with, this is something I’ve been told over the course of my life with close peers, who have taught me this. That is how you become a better person.

And one more thing to point out. I am not a person who judges or discriminates anyone for any reason at all. I have a very high tolerance towards trolling and even negative emotions in general. I’m ok if people treat me like shit because I’m old enough to handle it. But just like everyone else, if you push my buttons, I may have to push yours too, something else I’ve learned, I’ve even been told that it’s called karma.

Thank you for reading this long update, sorry I couldn’t post it sooner. I have plenty of content in store for this year, most of it I haven’t even talked about.

#blog post #rant #be nice #the world needs #good people #thank you #i'm sorry

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calligraphist-artemisia · 5 years ago

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Harry Potter and the Best Summer (5 | An Unwelcome Visitor)

Summary: AU - canon divergence. Harry had barely been back at the Dursley’s for two weeks, when an unexpected visitor arrived at the door. He quickly finds himself spirited away back to the wizarding world and learns some secrets that have long been kept from him.

A sequel to Of Family and Unexpected Friendship. Also posted on AO3 under the username Kishirokitsune.

And for anyone who’s interested, I made a Harry Potter discord server! Introducing, Virtu Alley! (like “virtually”, get it?) Feel free to pop by and chat if you’d like. (https://discord.gg/AUq3eXY)

[Sorry for the lack of hyperlinks, but my posts have once again stopped showing up when I search for them when I include them. I will reblog later to include links at the bottom of the post.]

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5 | An Unwelcome Visitor

If Harry thought his first day at Oakstone Manor was hectic, it was nothing compared to the next morning, when he awoke to a loud crash coming from the hall, quickly followed by a stream of apologies from Nymphadora Tonks (who threatened to hex him if he dared called them by their full first name) and Andromeda's much quieter admonishment.

Harry found himself grinning despite the rude awakening. It was so much better than getting woken up by Aunt Petunia.

He'd met Tonks the night before when they arrived just as dinner was being arranged on the table. The very first thought he had was that they were the embodiment of everything the Dursleys hated. Short, bright pink hair was shaved on either side of their head and the length on top was gently spiked upwards. Several piercings dotted their ears and whenever they gestured with a wild flourish Harry could see that their fingernails were painted pink to match their hair.

“Wotcher, Harry,” they said with a wink and their hair shifted from pink to purple to blue and then back again.

Harry thought they were brilliant.

Andromeda's husband – Ted Tonks – was a cheery and friendly man who engaged Harry in effortless conversation about growing up in the muggle world and how shocking it was to be thrown into the magical one. He spoke only a little of his work in the pediatric ward of St. Mungo's, instead choosing to focus on learning more about Harry, as well as catching up with everyone else.

Altogether they were the picture of a healthy, functioning family.

Morning flew by and all Harry could do was sit back out of the way and watch everyone rush around in preparation for the rest of the day. Ted was the first to leave, kissing Andromeda on the cheek before flooing away to St. Mungo's. A short while later, Tonks headed out the front door, giving an explanation that they were meeting their mentor in a secret location. Harry watched as they spun on their heel and vanished with a popping sound.

Andromeda sat them all down for lessons after that. She gave Leona and Aquarius worksheets to do and then cast a silencing charm around Harry's chair so she could verbally quiz him and help fill in any blanks in his basic knowledge. He was pleased when he remembered most of what Leona had taught him, but faltered when it came to naming other Heirs he attended school with.

From there he listened with rapt attention as Andromeda covered the current active Lords and Heirs of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, of which House Black was one.

Their studies took up the rest of the morning and it was only after lunch that Harry was saved from going back to it.

Remy went with him to St. Mungo's for his appointment, only stepping out of the room for the examination and vaccinations and returned once Harry said it was okay. He wasn't terribly surprised when his healer – Adam Rue – told him that he was undernourished and that his eyeglass prescription was out-of-date.

“I am prescribing a nutrient potion for you to take with dinner each evening. I understand you'll be going back to Hogwarts in September and I will make arrangements to inform Madam Pomfrey that you are to take one each day,” said Healer Rue.

Harry fidgeted, a little worried about his schoolmates finding out he needed potions. “Do I have to take it in the Great Hall?”

“If you truly wanted to, you could always travel down to the hospital wing each evening however, the way we typically handle potions like this is to simply charm it into your goblet so that no one else is aware. The house-elves of Hogwarts are quite talented when it comes to matters of secrecy,” Healer Rue said with a reassuring smile.

He then told Harry and Remy that they could visit the offices just down the hall to either update Harry's eyeglasses or have his vision corrected completely.

“Mr. Potter, I don't mean to make assumptions about your care growing up, however I'd also like to recommend visits with one of our mind healers for the rest of the summer,” Healer Rue told them. “If for no other reason than to ease your transition into a wizarding household. All of our mind healers are sworn to keep the secrets of their patients, but if you are still uncomfortable with speaking to someone in Britain considering your status, you could hire a private healer from overseas. I would be happy to recommend a few who I have personally worked with in the past.”

“Healer Rue, can I ask about the damage left by the Magic Block?” Remy asked.

“We have removed it, of course, and taken the time to examine the damage from the curse scar. It seems that the block prevented your magic from fully cleansing it, Mr. Potter, and now that it is gone you'll see a significant ease in using your magic. That being said, our recommendation is a minimum of two weeks before you cast any spells in order to give your core time to adjust to the influx of power. A month, if you can manage it,” said Healer Rue.

Harry nodded. It wasn't like he was allowed to use his magic during summer anyway. He was sure it would be easy to go another month without casting.

Remy asked a few more questions about Harry's health and then Healer Rue handed her the prescription for the nutrient potions, which was signed and marked with his magical seal to prove its validity, as well as a list of recommended mind healers. He then guided the two of them down the hall to the office which specialized in eye-care, stepping inside to inform the receptionist that they were there for a thorough exam.

While they waited for one of the healers to become available, Harry got the chance to browse through the different frames that were available and, at Remy's urging, tried on a few to see if he liked any.

Each one was an improvement on the cheap, circular frames the Dursley's had “graciously” given him.

Remy chuckled as she glanced over a selection of frames catering to the older crowd. “Your father was always fond of horn rims. He thought they made him look rather smart. Your mother always said it made him look like more of a ponce than he already was.”

“She really said that?” Harry asked, looking away from a pair of frames that was continually shifting colors.

“Well, at first,” Remy corrected herself. “Your father was a good man and a good friend, Harry, but as a teenager he was... well, a bit entitled. Sirius was as well. I imagine it comes from being part of an old pureblood family. It all made it so your mother was less than impressed by him which only made him try harder. He came around by our sixth year, but I'll have to tell you more about it later.”

She nodded towards something over Harry's shoulder and he turned to find a woman in soft green robes walking towards them. Her badge bore the name Healer Agatha Newmark.

“You must be Harry,” she said in a chipper tone. “I'm Aggie. You can both come with me and I'll get you sorted out.”

Harry and Remy followed her back to a smaller room, where Harry sat down in a chair that faced a poster with differently sized numbers and letters. She first had him remove his glasses and attempt to read the lowest line, which he found impossible. He couldn't fully make out any letter until the third line down, but even that was blurry enough that he struggled.

A few waves of her wand had an enchanted quill scratching out the details of his eyesight and once it finished, Healer Newmark went into detail on the options available to him. Harry could get a new pair of frames with his updated prescription, charmed unbreakable and scratch resistant for up to two years, or he could get his vision corrected completely and no longer need glasses.

“Everyone is a little different and I know just as many people who like the way they look while wearing glasses as I do people who jumped at the first opportunity to have the correction done,” said Healer Newmark. “The correction is, of course, more expensive than a pair of frames, but we do have a finance program for anyone who prefer a staggered payment.”

“Harry, it's up to you,” Remy said quietly.

He didn't think about it for long. From the moment he first heard there was a chance he wouldn't have to deal with his glasses any longer, he hoped it was true. No more crooked frames. No more feeling around for his glasses every morning. No more worry about a bludger knocking them from his face and leaving him completely blind.

“I'd like to get it corrected.”

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Harry expected that they would be heading home after he was finished at St. Mungo's but instead, Remy whisked him away into wizarding London to a street near Diagon Alley named Asymetric Alley, which looked like a village out of a history book, with rough, winding cobblestone streets and old timber-framed shops all pressed close together.

It gave a cozy, warm vibe that Diagon Alley didn't have, giving the impression that loitering was welcome on the streets and stopping to chat with those you walked past was a way of life.

Harry didn't spare that more than a passing thought, too busy marveling over the clarity with which he was able to see the world. There were so many details that he hadn't been able to see before! Things that he'd come to accept as being blurry around the edges suddenly had sharp outlines and signs that he once had to squint just to read he only had to glance at and know what they said!

Remy treated him to ice cream and then they were off to visit a number of shops where Harry was asked to pick out clothing, new shoes, and then helped pick out ingredients for dinner that night so Cici could make his favorite meal. Their last stop was a used bookstore, where Remy picked up an order that was waiting for her and she encouraged him to take a look around.

Harry wasn't terribly interested until he spotted a small book titled Fallacies of the Rankings of the Sacred Twenty-Eight and after reading the back cover thought that if it turned out to be something he didn't like, Hermione was likely to find it fascinating.

He was about to turn to go when a heavy thump stopped him. When he looked, he saw a dark green book laying face-up on the floor. Swooping gold lettering informed him that it was called The Magical Court of Camelot – The Truth Behind the Legends and that it was written by someone named ML Black. He picked it up and took it to the counter.

“Aunt Remy, look at this,” he said, holding up the book for her to see.

Remy examined it with interest, her eyes lingering longest on the name of the author. “ML Black... It's not a name I'm familiar with, but it Andy might know it. Would you like to get it?”

Harry nodded. “And this one too,” he said, as he passed to her Fallacies of the Rankings of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.

She seemed a bit amused by the second book but didn't say a word against it, quickly passing it off to be rung up. Remy paid for it all and even got Harry a tote bag to carry them in and then they were off once again.

“I think it would be best to side-apparate on our way back. Floo travel is more difficult when you're carrying packages,” said Remy.,

She explained what it was and how it worked as she lead him towards a sectioned off area marked: Apparation Point. One side was designated as Arrival and the other Departure, which Harry supposed helped keep things more orderly. He felt a little nervous as he looped his arm around Remy's and squeezed his eyes tightly shut as she directed him to spin on his heel with her. Harry felt the weight of pressure all around him and his stomach roiled uncomfortably, and then it was over and they were on the road just outside of the gate to Oakstone Manor.

“Unpleasant, isn't it?” Remy asked, sounding apologetic. “I know it's not a comfort right now, but you will get used to it as you get older. By the time you learn to apparate, the most you'll feel is that pressure around you.”

Harry didn't know how to respond to that and simply shrugged his shoulders before following her through the gate (which opened at their approach) and back into the manor.

“Evie?” Remy called out.

There was a popping sound and then a new house-elf in gray and blue appeared. She immediately bowed, which caused the bright yellow kerchief to start slipping off her head until it got caught on her massive ears. When she straightened up, she beamed at the sight of the bags in Remy's arms. “Do you need Evie to take them to your room, miss? And put them away?”

“That would be wonderful. Only the books go to my room. Everything else will go to Harry's,” Remy told her.

Evie nodded quickly and turned her attention to Harry. “Evie will organize them very nicely, young sir! If it's not to your liking you can call for Evie or Cici and we'll come help!”

“Oh, um, thank you, Evie. I'm sure you'll do great.” Harry wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say, but Evie didn't look upset as she bounced over to take the bags. Once she had them in her arms, she popped away without another word.

“Tonight I think we'll burn your hand-me-downs,” Remy said conversationally. “But for now, you deserve a chance to rest and do whatever you'd like until dinner. Leona still has another hour of tutoring to get through, but Aqua should be free by now. She'll be in the library, if you'd like to find her.”

Harry needed a refresher on how to get there and once Remy gave him directions on the easiest path to take – up the main staircase to the second floor, take a left and go to the end of the hall, where you take another left, and enter the second door on the right – he set off to find Aquarius.

Just like Remy said, she was sitting in the library in a squishy armchair beneath one of the windows, a heavy looking book open in her lap. Aquarius looked up when she heard the door open and beamed when she spotted Harry peeking inside.

“You're back! And you're not wearing any glasses?”

Harry grinned at her as he stepped fully into the library. “I don't need them anymore.”

“Brilliant!” Aquarius responded. “You have a letter, by the way. Butternut brought a response from your friend while you were away.”

Harry looked to the side table where she gestured and saw a envelop sitting there. When he walked over and picked it up, he found himself recognizing Hermione's tidy handwriting and eagerly ripped it open to see what she wrote.

Dear Harry,

I'm so glad to hear you're alright! Ron and I were terribly worried that something awful happened to you once you got home. Please thank Aquarius for sending me the letter saying that you're safe with her and Leona. She says that you're not going back to your muggle relatives. Is it true? Did they do something to keep you from receiving letters? I know you are all looking into what happened, but I think I'll do some research of my own and see what I can find. I'll keep you updated!

I've talked to my parents about visiting you this summer and they have agreed to it, though they'd like to talk to Leona's mum about it first. I think they want to make sure it's alright with her. Will Ron be joining us as well? He hasn't mentioned any visiting, but it does sound like the Weasley's have a full house anyway and I would hate to add to that. I think meeting up at Diagon Alley would be a far better idea, especially since it would let my parents meet the Weasley's. They didn't get much time to talk at King's Cross.

It probably won't surprise you but I've done quite a lot of reading so far this summer. Most of my homework is already complete, except for that essay on goblin wars that Binns assigned. I must admit, even I find it a bit droll and difficult to complete. All I can hear is his voice droning on. If you'd like, we can review our summer studies together when I visit! And please tell Leona that I've finished the books she recommended. I suppose I should just write a letter to her instead of using you as a personal owl.

What's Oakstone Manor like? It must be exciting to see a wizarding home!

Hermione's letter carried on like that as she wrote about whatever came to mind. She spoke a little of her parents and how excited they were to hear about her first year at Hogwarts and then went into more detail of how she spent her summer when she wasn't studying or reading. Every now and then she'd circle around to ask him a question about what it was like living with Leona. Was there a library? Had he had time to do any of the summer homework?

There was only one reference to Professor Quirrel, who had disappeared sometime before the End-of-Term feast, and that was to say there was a small article in the prophet about there being a warrant for his arrest and how any sightings should be immediately reported to the DMLE.

Harry wondered if Tonks knew anything about that. Would they be able to tell him anything if they did?

He folded up the letter and stuck it into his pocket, resolving to answer Hermione when he had time later. “Reading anything interesting, Aquarius?”

She silently tilted her book so he could read the cover and Harry was delighted to find he could see the words without having to squint. The Complete Beginners Guide to Potion Brewing was the name of her book and Harry wondered just how in-depth it went to make it so it was at least five centimeters thick.

“Leo says that Professor Snape will probably look for any reason to take points from me or give me detention, so I thought if I start studying now then he won't be able to find as many,” she explained with an easy shrug.

There was something about the idea of Snape harassing Aquarius that rankled Harry. She was a ten-year-old girl who hadn't done a thing wrong and she was already prepared to be utterly humiliated by one of her professors, who took issue with who her parents were. It was bad enough that Snape targeted him and Neville – though he still didn't know why he demonstrated such loathing towards Neville.

Instead of saying anything, Harry left Aquarius to her reading and took a seat in a nearby chair to check out his two new books. The first one he grabbed was the one on Camelot, which reminded him of a question he had.

“Hey, Aquarius? Do you know of anyone called 'ML Black' who might be related to you?”

“Not in recent history,” Aquarius said slowly. “It does sound familiar, so there must be someone with those initials on the family tree. Why do you ask?”

“They wrote this book I found. The Magical Court of Camelot – the Truth Behind the Legends,” Harry told her.

Aquarius marked her page and set it aside, her eyes alight with interest. “And it's written by a Black?”

Harry nodded.

“Follow me!” Aquarius said, hopping up out of her chair.

Feeling a little bewildered, Harry left his things in his seat and got up to follow her through the tall shelves of the library and to a spot tucked away in a back corner. There was a heavy, navy blue curtain hanging across an elaborate archway and stepping through revealed a rounded alcove. Candles on either side of the arch lit themselves when they stepped through, illuminating the nearly black walls to reveal a massive tree painted in silver ink, its branches rigid and following a clear structure.

Most notably, it was upside down, with the base of its trunk resting where the wall met the ceiling.

“This is the Black Family Tree, which dates back to our earliest magical ancestor, Ambroise Fabron,” she said, pointing up to the top. “They were blacksmiths. He brought his knowledge of the craft to the magical world and then applied enchantments to make it even better. His greatest achievement was a charm embedded within cookware that made it easier to clean without repeatedly using scourgify.”

Harry's brows knitted together. “But that means... he was muggleborn?”

“If you go far back enough in a pureblood line, you'll find many muggleborns. It just didn't matter as much back then,” Aquarius said. She reached out and placed her hand on the wall, waiting for the space to light up silver before dragging her hand down. As she did so, the tree scrolled down until the trunk was nearly eye-level with them and the rest of the branches danced across the floor.

“Ambroise had three children. Two were girls who married into other lines and the other was a son, Michel, who continued the name Fabron and took up his father's work...” Aquarius continued to move down the three, explaining a little more about what little they still knew about their ancestors, until she came to Michel's third son, Célestin, who moved to the UK and changed his surname to Black before going on to revolutionize the production of cauldrons. “Oh! Harry, here she is! Mnemosyne Lucinda Black! She married Célestin! No wonder the name sounded familiar!”

“There could be another ML Black somewhere,” Harry pointed out.

“There could be,” Aquarius agreed. “But considering she was born in the seven-hundreds, I think it's probably her. It's too bad the tree doesn't list maiden names. I would have loved to know which family line she came from but I don't think any of our records have it listed. We can always ask Leo or Andy.”

Harry almost wanted to continue looking at the family tree to see if there was anyone else, but there were so many names. Not to mention Aquarius had a good point about the timeline. Mnemosyne would have been born close enough to the era of King Arthur's reign that she could gather correct details about that period. Maybe the book itself would have something in it to confirm his thoughts.

Aquarius released the magic that lowered the tree, allowing it to move back to its correct location across the wall. “I bet the Potter manor has a tree showing all of your ancestors too. You must be excited to go see it.”

“I hadn't thought much about it, to be honest,” Harry admitted. “Haven't had the time.”

There was a lot he suddenly had to think about and he wished he had the first clue where to start. Maybe if he had a moment to himself, he could slow down to think things through.

“If you want some time to yourself, you don't need to stay here with me in the library,” Aquarius said, sounding sympathetic.

“You don't want to look at the book?” Harry asked.

Aquarius shook her head. “It's yours to read first. I may take a look around and see if we have a copy on one of the shelves. Its likely, since it was written by a Black.” She pushed the curtain aside and then walked through, continuing to hold it for Harry as he followed.

After a bit of thought, Harry remained with Aquarius in the library and the two sat silently read their books until Leona came to fetch them for dinner.

“Hey, bookworms, it's time to eat!”

She grinned at the pair of them when they looked up, both surprised at how much time had passed. While Aquarius marked her page and set her book aside to read later, Harry put his back in his bag so he could take it to his room after dinner.

“How were your lessons, Leo?” Aquarius asked.

“Dull,” Leona responded with a groan. “Andy has me practicing with old speeches so I know how to properly present myself during Wizengamot meetings. It's important, sure, but I can't think of anything more boring.”

“History of Magic,” Harry responded immediately.

“The Annual Yule Ball at Malfoy manner,” Aquarius supplied cheekily.

“Brats,” Leona said affectionately. “Yeah, you might be right. Those are both pretty boring as well.”

Harry almost asked about the Yule Ball, wondering what it was and whether or not he'd be expected to attend it as well, but Leona changed the subject before he could say anything.

“Mum and Andy say that you'll officially start lessons tomorrow, Harry. She wants to go over a few things before you go back to Gringotts and talk to the holder for the Potter accounts. Mostly etiquette and stuff so you don't accidentally insult someone. Easy stuff,” Leona said with a shrug.

Harry hoped she was right about that. There was so much he felt like he didn't know. Stuff that Leona and Aquarius spent their entire lives learning and experiencing. He felt hopelessly behind compared to them.

Was it the same at school? How many of his peers had he unintentionally affronted with his behavior and language? It never seemed to matter that much in Gryffindor, but was that because he spent most of his time with Ron and Hermione?

Harry resolved to do better.

- - - - - - -

Andromeda smiled as she watched her family merrily converse over dinner.

Ted and Remy were in the middle of a rousing discussion on experimental medicines; a topic she hadn't expected Remy to show much interest in knowledge in, but the younger woman seemed to be holding her own even as Ted delved into more advanced potions.

The kids were all at the other end of the table with Leona and Nymphadora leading most of the conversation while Aquarius made comments and Harry primarily listened. Every now and then laughter would break out and Harry would grin, bright and carefree, and Andromeda was reminded of the way he was treated by his relatives and how glad she was to have gotten him out of there.

Dinner went well until just before dessert, when Milla popped into the room and got Andy's attention with a single tap on the arm.

“A guest has arrived, Miss. Milla be telling them it is rude to intrude over dinner but they insisting.”

“Thank you, Milla,” Andromeda said as she gently set aside her utensils. She patted her mouth with a cloth napkin and then excused herself from the table with a soft apology. She briskly walked to the foyer and made sure to compose herself before entering the room.

Standing near the door was an old man with a long beard and twinkling periwinkle robes.

“Albus,” Andromeda cordially greeted. “It is considered rude to visit during dinnertime.”

He met her aloofness with a polite smile. “I do apologize, Lady Tonks, however there was no other time I could get away and there is something of grave importance that I must discuss with you.”

Andromeda arched one eyebrow. “Oh? And what is so important that you would arrive completely unannounced and interrupt a family meal?”

“It has come to my attention that you removed Harry Potter from the care of his Aunt and Uncle. You have to understand how important it is that he remain with them,” Albus told her. “There are blood wards in place around their residence. So long as he calls Privet Drive home, he will be protected from those in our world who would do him harm.”

Andromeda had a myriad of choices before her. She could play along with his little game, letting him try and garner sympathy for his actions. She didn't doubt that he genuinely thought he was doing the right thing, but she wouldn't stand there and allow him to speak up in defense of those horrid muggles.

“Harry will not be returning to that place and especially not by your hand.”

“My dear-”

“No,” she interrupted firmly. “You have no right to determine where he lives. You had no right to send him to those people; the only people who Lily herself specified he was never to go to. We have heard their Will, Albus. The boy will stay with his Magical Guardian and there is nothing that you nor anyone else can do to change that.”

Andromeda stepped back, never once taking her eyes off of Dumbledore. “Bastion!”

With a pop, a house-elf appeared. He was clad in the same gray and blue as the others, but he bore the Black Family shield across the back of his shirt and carried a tiny dagger on the belt around his waist. He bowed to Andromeda.

“How may Bastion help?”

“Please escort the Headmaster from the property and place a ban on the wards to prevent him from returning without permission,” Andromeda instructed.

Albus looked pained by her words, but politely inclined his head and went without a fuss, leaving Andromeda to stand in the foyer by herself. A few minutes later she felt a slight shift in the wards. Only then did she feel comfortable returning to the table.

“Everything alright?” Ted quietly asked as she sat down.

Andromeda nodded. “Nothing to worry about, dear. Just an issue that needed to be handled sooner rather than later.”

She would tell him and Remy more about their guest later. For the moment, she wanted to sit and enjoy dessert with her family.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter au #HP and the traditions of the magical world

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lokemikaze · 5 years ago

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i don't think i can add a title on mobile, but if i could it would be ZUKA COSTUME RANTS: PART 1. in this essay i will delve shortly into the costumes of takarazuka's 2009 production of the musical 'elisabeth', why i'm salty about them, and also sneak in sketches of what i personally think are improved versions of two of sena jun (aka asako)'s costumes. members of the takarazuka discord server may have already read my rant, but bear with me. (also somehow half this got deleted and i had to retype it and it's 4am, so i'm sorry if i missed anything)

everyone who's watched a stream with me knows that i get really caught up in the costumes. and i mean *really* caught up. probably every second message i send in the chat is about one outfit or another, and half the rest are just me shouting out my love for yurika. costumes are a passion of mine, and i love designing, cosplaying, and studying different types of clothing (currently i am doing research on traditional chinese hanfu, purely to make my wei wuxian cosplay as historically accurate as possible). most of the time i am *obsessed* with zuka's costumes, and i've cried more than once due to my love for these beautiful, extravagant pieces of art. also, sparkle. we love sparkle.

however, after watching the 2009 zukabeth, i have some beef with the costumes. i am honestly disappointed. i have by now seen quite a few zuka shows, and in every single one i am blown away by what i see. stunning. spectacular. simply amazing. the costumes of this production, though.... do not meet the standard. as zuka fans, we're pretty spoiled when it comes to beauty and extravaganza - we have high expectations, and usually know that those expectations will be met. not in this one, though. of course, there are plenty of very pretty costumes! it's just that it's not Enough. for a 'normal' theatre production, i would be impressed at the level of the costumes. but when expecting zuka quality, and especially after recently ranting about my love for (i think it was?) 2007 zukabeth's tod costumes, where mizu natsuki had a reoccurring 'scar' theme and was honestly so beautiful, this was... underwhelming, and honestly a little sad.

of course there are good pieces, like the skirt of elisabeth's blue coronation dress, and the colour of that one coat that matches asako's voice perfectly (though that, of course, is a complete coincidence, as my synesthesia is not blatantly obvious to everyone else, but still fascinates me), and tod's opening costume with the wings. this is a stunning piece with sparkle and feathers, where asako's entire left arm is covered to look like a wing. it is intricate, it is detailed, it has drama, and it sets our expectations wayyy too high as to what we'll get during the next 2,5 hours (not counting the finale, as those outfits are more typically zuka, aka better). this is probably the one costume i really loved in the entire show, and... it's onstage for less than 5 minutes.

this does not mean that there aren't any other elaborate costumes - quite the opposite. it's just that the costumes are either too much or too little, with no in-between. for example, the classic white elisabeth gown is very crowded and seems a bit messy. meanwhile, tod walks around for almost half the show without a single rhinestone, which is... not very zuka. it also feels a lot less colourful than most zuka productions, and with that, it loses some of its life. there is nothing in the costumes that conveys passion in the way it does in so many other examples. @lost-in-the-land-of-stories even pointed out that a lot of elisabeth's dresses were borrowed from previous productions, which while not unheard of, doesn't seem to be a thing that happens as frequently as this... of course, i don't know why things turned out like they did, there may be a good reason behind it all, but when i do not know that reason, all i see is a set of costumes as tired and uninspired as asako sometimes seems throughout the show.

so, i promised to share some sketches. as you may have been able to gather (and as many can attest), i love the character tod and his actress asako. after the beauty that was the wing costume, i was seriously disappointed in tod's costumes - so i decided to sketch some more interesting 2009 tod looks.

so the only things i found costumewise that asako!tod had going for him was 1: feathers (in the opening costume) and 2: these kinda sharp v like patterns on that purple coat. i decided to roll with that and base my designs off the shirt costume (seen inthe doctor scene), and the aforementioned purple coat. any dots/circles on the sketches below = bling

starting off with the shirt, i kept the bishop sleeves (we love a good bishop sleeve) and added some rhinestones in a subtle v-pattern along the upper arms as well as the neckline. i removed the lapeled collar in favour of a straight one, to keep with that sharp feel. on top of that, i added a vaguely feather textured belt instead of the plain one. a subtle look, but gets the job done, and is more exciting than the original.

for the second outfit, i firstly decided to keep the belt from the opening costume with the wings. it adds some sparkle and shape. next, i decided on angled, v-shaped cuffs, as well as asymmetrical lapels for the drama. keep the v shapes on the side/torse of the coat and then, i added a shoulderpiece. this is based of the wing, taking one of the "panels" from the wing shoulder and adding a light layer of feathers attached to it. it's asymmetrical, it's sassy, and the feathers can catch and reflect the light.

anyways i'm gonna wrap it up right there bc it's now 4:30 and i'm really really tired. i might add on something in the morning if i think of anything, but for now i'm just gonna yeet this out there. thanks for joining me, hope to see you again if/when i decide to rant about costumes again

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readablenoise · 5 years ago

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Anti-Viral: How to Support Your Local Artists During the Plague of ‘20

While the world gets ready to practice social distancing, now more than ever is the time to support sonic intimacy

Florida- The highways are quieter.

Groceries stores are emptying and there is a silent, piano wire discord at the mere sound of someone sneezing. Walking though vacant parking lots, and all the while a dark wind blows.

These past few weeks have seemingly felt like the interior of a post-rock song, with hills and valleys of gorgeous peaks and then near ocean floor lows. As the world spins amidst the chaos, there’s still beauty to be found.

In Italy, a makeshift choir from outstretched balconies sings songs from all genres, taking place of the closed concert halls. Artists are hosting live streams and intimate performances, and doing their best to keep calm in the storm.

In all times of tribulation; war, inequality, and the fear of what tomorrow may bring, great art has been made. And with Covid-19 forcing local businesses to close, so too have venues. And in these times where the music business and it’s creators has heavily relied on 90% of funds for their art, they are hurting more than ever to make that art.

Today, March 20th, Bandcamp has waived all revenue fees so 100% of the profits are directed to the artists who need them most. And so today, we want to send you our own version of a cure. Whether you choose to support them today, tomorrow or the next, we feel these acts deserve a spot on your COVID playlist, as they are some of the best semblances of calm in this whirlwind storm...

Tape Studies- “Demo Sessions”

Link to purchase: https://tapestudies.bandcamp.com/releases

With the news of their debut album, “Kept Underneath” announced for release on May 8th, there’s no better time than now to get your schooling on the incredible Orlando post-rock trio. Their first release, “Demo Sessions” is an earnest example, and the smallest, most enticing of peeks, into what the act has to offer. With a live sound that rivals Mount Kilimanjaro, and the passion to keep those peaks, they are truly a sound that is to be respected and watched,

Song Recommendation: “Hearts Are Low”

In Motion- “Liedentity”

Link to Purchase: https://inmotionfl.bandcamp.com/album/liedentity

One of the most highly underrated acts in Southern Florida, In Motion have not only rekindled a genre, but brought back an identity to it. In this case, angst filled and beautifully brutal sounds that rate anywhere from mosh prompting, to the frenetic dancing that comes with a tsunami of colored stage lights. The Hobe Sound trio are masters in the art of executing a perfect build-up, and one listen to the album, which is still a solid pick for one of the best of 2019, will have you feel this on the first try.

Song Recommendation: “Mood Indigo”

Ghostflower- “Groceries”

Link to Purchase: https://ghostflower.bandcamp.com/

This is a track we recommend downloading. Then doing it again for your friend. And again for your family member. And then three more times, just for yourself. The Miami sound have slowly, beautifully and deservedly rised from the ranks with their own uniquely scintillating brand of hypnotic. Combining post-punk, electronic and a fierce live delivery from frontwoman Leaf Boehm that rivals the famed UK act, Savages, they are the perfect narration to all of your nights and more,,,

Las Nubes / Palomino Blonde- “Split EP”

Link to Purchase: https://lasnubes.bandcamp.com/album/split-ep

Great collaborations are rare nowadays. While unique mixes still arise, it is rare t to encounter a mesh of two equally potent forces, combining their respective galaxies to form a whole new world. “Split” is a perfect example of this. Taking Las Nubes perfected indie-esque Sonic Youth spirit, and Palomino Blonde’s riproaring rock fuel, it is the perfect album to zone out and enjoy the night to,,,

Song Recommendation: “Seventh Heaven”

Jaialai- “When I'm On The Run”

Link to Purchase- https://jaialaiofficial.bandcamp.com/

The Miami act is the crown jewel of well done psych-rock. Painted tye-dye chemical against a celluloid projection, they can rock you into a perfect sway of their crescendos, or have you enter a twilight realm of chaotic guitars and still a perfect projection of power. They are the ocean made real and it’s here, we feel you’ll get lost in their waves.

Song Recommendation: “When I’m On The Run”

The Spoondogs- S/T

Link to Purchase: https://spoondogs.bandcamp.com/

Picture if the 1970′s renaissance era of post-punk made sweet, sweet love to The Rolling Stones and just a pinch of The White Stripes.

Good mix, right? This is The Spoondogs, and we are proud to introduce you to them. Embodying all those classic photographs of punk and rock icons, and turning them into sound, the Orlando based act are a true wonder to behold, and to lose yourself in the sound to.

Song Recommendation: “I Won’t”

Makoto- “Lavender Forest”

Link to purchase: https://makoto.bandcamp.com/

An exercise in fast fingers, a draw to the end and a good kind of kinetic energy, the Southern Florida act is a truly an exciting whirlwind to listen to. A bit of jazz, a good dose of math rock and all the while, just enough fun to keep you smiling the whole way through.

Song Recommendation: “Just Keep Making Noise”

Kalistik- “Translucinator”

Winter Haven’s best musical treasure, the band’s debut is one of the strongest we’ve ever heard from any international sound; it is unafraid to be itself, and that is one of it’s greatest strengths. Using a wall of sound that might intimate others, Kalistik are unafraid to climb it’s heights with psych/prog rock, metal and just a pinch of Deftones in it’s wake…

Song Recommendation: “Ginger Cunt”

Death of a Deity- “Death Dealer”

Link to Purchase: https://deathofadeity.bandcamp.com/music

While metal is a genre we are still new to, and with Florida being an epicenter for the genre itself, this West Palm Beach stand out amongst the rest. Not just due to their ambition, and well crafted compositions consisting of standout guitar riffs and heartbeat poundin’ drums, but the love they have for the genre and it’s community. It’s evident in their tracks, with something new to discover on every listen and we give it our stamp of approval for bedroom mosh worthy and car headbanging.

Song Recommendation: “Societal Woes”

Glass Body- “Apathy”

Link to Purchase: https://glassbody.bandcamp.com/

The Miami trio ranks high on our list of albums to purchase, as they are not only one of the singularly best acts we have ever heard, but harbor a den of humble creativity that so naturally exudes from their pores. With a punk ferocity that has been missing from the genre itself, it is a necessary electricfying energy that will hit you right upon the moment you hit play

Song Recommendation: “Candida Cleanse”

Donzii- “Gladugly”

Link to purchase: https://donzii.bandcamp.com/

Fresh on the heels of opening for Manchester legends and music heroes, New Order, during their historic first ever US residency, they earned the slot due to the unique, glittering and powerful statement upon every note. From frontwoman Jenna Balfe’s sincerely dazzling arthouse style performance alongside a Poly Styrene inspired style, to the Siouxsie and the Banshees meets the Miami act’s perfect blend of unique, they are a band to behold and support.

Song Recommendation: “Sand”

Now go forth, support your local artists and take care of each other out there….

-Jenelle DeGuzman

#tape studies #donzii #glass body #kalistik #death of a deity #palomino blonde #Las Nubes #the spoondogs #jaialai #makoto #in motion #ghostflower

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eikon-whisperer · 6 years ago

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Hoping now I can move on

Note: This will contain some triggering topics, so please be mindful when reading this. Thank you.

[I apologise to mobile users who will see this long ass post]

I know I disappeared out of the blue and I have done this on multiple occasions, but right now I just need a place to vent out how I have been feeling for quite some time.

I am not normally one to vocally express my personal issues as I feel like I am burdening others, but I think now I just really need to lay everything on the table as I feel even now a lot of things still affect me.

..............

I joined this community back in 2014, a friend (now ex-friend) introduced me to the idea of League of Legends RP and it did take me a month or so to figure things out. Another reason I joined as well because at the time I was in a very emotionally, mentally and manipulative relationship with a guy named Tejay. months later I finally built up the courage to leave him and I have you guys to thank for helping me recover.

During my time RPing on here I became very well known. At the time I was the only person I knew of from New Zealand, so I think that contributed to helping me stand out from the rest. I roleplayed a Genderbent Twisted Fate at the time, but was still trying to stick as close to the lore and character personality as possible. The big thing I always asked myself “What would Twisted Fate do if he was instead a woman?” And to my surprise it worked.

In 2015 was when I made many, many friends and when I would tell people who I was would freak out, almost like a fan meeting a celebrity they like and it was weird because in my real life I never really had many friends, so being popular was new to me. My blog did bring in some unwanted attention though, people making sexual comments on anon, it was pretty creepy, but most of the time I would delete them.

Mid 2015 I got dragged into some drama, which surrounded people I knew. It was a moment where one side of the story was made public and then people blew the situation out of proportion and forced a person out of the community. I got really angry, I always do when I get dragged into things that don’t directly involve me. When people start drama it just makes me not want to be in this community.

Late 2015 I got a job, but still manged to fit RPing in on the weekends and did my best to stay active. I did start noticing a theme however, people seemed to only message me send me prompts on Sinday. Back then I was not very comfortable with sexual topics, in some cases it was fine because it happened naturally, but most of the time people tried forcing it in when it was not necessary.

Some time in 2016 I was spending more time RPing as my OC Sam and was wanting to build her up into something way more. I got sick of all the people being thirsty for my muse that I stopped. I was also mentally not in a good place in my life and so I decided that I wanted to make the switch, during this time I was also regularly going to see a counselor. PEOPLE WERE NOT HAPPY WITH THIS CHANGE AT ALL. I told all the usual people I RPed with and I swear after that change, I lost so many friends. The friends I made, gone. I was very lonely and certain people I felt took advantage of this and someone went as far as to sexually harass me. I remember at one point I was having a lot of suicidal thoughts, this year was pretty shit.

In 2017 I started my studies in Game Art and Development. I had no time for RPing apart from on Discord and so I was gone for about 2.5 years. I tried coming back a few times between then, but everything had changed, like there were all these rules to be able to RP with people and I was just so perplexed by this, like really? Some people are gonna hate me for the that comment, but I don’t give a fuck.

2018 was...Soul crushing. My teachers were putting so much unnecessary pressure on me and I tried to talk to my friends about it, but they just did not seem to listen and pushed me away as well as actively avoiding me. My mental health started to decline again and at the beginning of the year I was having a lot of epileptic seizures due to very high levels of stress. Later in the year I got help again, it was hard because I was forced to go to groups I didn’t want to because my parents wanted me to get better it seemed very quickly.

This year has been a mess...I have lost more friends, one of my friends abandoned all his long time friends for a guild in a game. Most just did wrong by me and so I cut them out, because I don’t have time for toxic behaviour. I did somehow after being overly burnt out and the change in medication I had, I managed to graduate my studies. I did after try to come back and while I was away I did change my characters a lot, but most people didn’t even seem to care.

I feel like I was putting all this work in for nothing and so I left. I still would like to RP, but I think the thought of all the drama is making me not want to return. Currently I am working and having issues with looking for a new job. In a sense I kinda of want all my friends from this community I had back, most of you I miss dearly. I am also trying to get back into streaming and art and promised myself that if I can’t find a job here by the end of the year, I am gonna move overseas and start new.

If you have read all of this, you are crazy, if not then that’s ok, this was just mainly to get everything out of my head so I can hopefully move on.

#out of summons #long post #a very long rant #very long post #tw; vent #tw; negitivity #this will be my last post on here for now #this is just me talking about my thoughts and depression #this is years worth of vent by the way #sorry if i spell things wrong or if my grammar is shit #now i have written this down i feel a bit better already

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