#thanks for the ask lenn!

[lennsart]

Happy (very late) Halloween!!!

Trick or treat

Trick or happy/one of your favourites headcanons!!!

Haha, well, here is an even later answer ! I do have a leftover treat :0

Wild nooo you don't know what this means to him !!

(Yes I forgot that Wild had sleeves and stuff. Let's say it's laundry day)

And have also what was supposed to be an "emergency treat" in case I had too many asks :

Legend beans I did to try different ways of inking/coloring with watercolors ! The second try (right) was the best, mostly because I just. Erased the pencil before the watercolors ?? Which should be obvious but shhhh...

[majorproblems77]

Blorbo : Legend Word : hmmm... Music ?

(taking advantage of this ask to send all my support 💜💜💜)

"Legend? I wanted to ask," The skyloftian and the veteran were on patrol the pair coming up across a small river, giving a small hum of acknowledgement in response the skyloftian continued.

"You have so many instruments, yet we never hear you play any music, I just wanted to know if there was a reason for that?" The skyloftian sat down in the grass looking at the veteran intently.

He heard the whisper of a song on the tip of his mind but didn't vocalise it, instead turning to the skyloftian and simply saying, "It holds a lot of memories for me. Bad ones"

[f1tales]

i was enchanted to meet you - cs55

i was enchanted to meet you || part one

previous part || next part

pairing: carlos sainz x singer!ofc

summary: carlos and lennon meet in baku. everything changes after that.

faceclaim: none.

Lennon Sage Abbott was fresh off her first American headlining tour when she found herself in a car on her way to her first ever Formula 1 Grand Prix. It had been her father’s dream for so long to work within the travelling circus that is Formula 1 so when the job offer was finally there, he didn’t hesitate and took the job.

Lennon was so proud of him; she always had been. Harry Abbott had worked as Chelsea FC’s physiotherapist for most of Lennon’s life. But now that both his children had left the nest, he was ready for a new step in his career:

Formula 1.

The twenty year old singer played with the lanyard that was hanging from her neck. She took in the sights of Baku that passed by the window. She had never been to Azerbaijan before in her life. It looked nice enough; she would have to explore more tomorrow.

She tore her eyes away from the sights outside as her phone vibrated from where it was laying in her lap. A silent giggle left her mouth at the name of her groupchat with Mason and Declan. Her brother, Beckett, had come up with it years ago. It stuck. It became their ‘official’ friendship group name. She opened the chat, fond memories of her childhood with Mason and Declan filling her head.

money mase lenn, i can’t believe you’d rather go to f1 than come and see us!!

money mase kidding of course, have fun! say hi to your dad

money mase wasn’t kidding completely, this f1 thing doesn’t quite compare to a match at the Bridge

dec have fun, lentil!

dec tell harry we’d like some tickets next please

Lennon grinned at the messages in the groupchat. She sent them a quick reply, thanking them for their kind words, eye roll, and that they should ask her dad for tickets themselves. They’re big boys after all, cue another eye roll.

The car came to a stop not long after. Lennon thanked the man who had opened the door for her and helped her out of the car. A bit much, if you asked her. She was more than capable of getting out of the car all by herself. Nonetheless, her parents raised a polite, young woman so she thanked the man. She looked around. People were dressed in vibrant red, papaya orange and dark blue. She tried to listen closely to a man that was now speaking. But to be honest, her focus was anywhere but at the man in the white polo in front of her.

Lennon blinked a few times when she realised the man in the polo was now staring at her expectantly. She grimaced, “sorry.” She sheepishly smiled. “I didn’t quite catch that, sorry,” she apologised. She felt her cheeks heat up ever so slightly as the man let out an exasperated sigh. She noticed how a few people around her rolled their eyes; not very discreetly even though they tried. Some just let out loud groans, not trying to be discreet about it at all.

The man once again explained about the paddock, about how to enter, where they could go, so on and so forth. The man crossed his arms over his chest, expectantly looking at Lennon again. She nodded quickly. “Got it,” she kept nodding. Her eyes squinted at the name tag on his polo: Greg.

He looked like a Greg, Lennon concluded.

Lennon squirmed slightly when she realised Greg was still looking at her. His arms were still crossed over his chest, but one of his eyebrows was raised. Lennon looked to her left and saw one of the lady’s from before, the one that had not so discreetly rolled her eyes, scanned the pass that was hanging from her neck.

Lennon put on her best smile, “thanks so much, Greg.” she patted his shoulder and then copied the lady’s moves. She was in. She took her phone from the small bag that was hanging from her shoulder. She told her father she would text him when she got here. She texted him, telling him she had finally arrived then put the phone away again. She took in the sights around her; she could understand now why they called it a circus. There was so much going on, cameras everywhere, people everywhere.

She stepped aside quickly before a guy with a big camera could knock her over. A girl with a clipboard with the Netflix logo on it apologised to her before following after the camera crew. Yep, this was quite the circus, Lennon concluded.

From her peripheral vision she caught sight of the guy in front of the camera. He had gorgeous, dark brown hair that was covered by an orange cap. Their eyes briefly met as he passed her. She politely smiled before looking down at her feet. 

Lennon fiddled with her fingers as she waited for her father. It was a habit, she tried to stop it, but she couldn’t. Whenever she was nervous, she fiddled with her fingers. A few years ago, when those fidget spinners were very popular, Lennon had millions of them. Much to Mason and Declan’s amusement, who took every opportunity to make fun of her for owning so many of them.

Oh, how she wishes she had one on her now.

“Lenn!”

A familiar voice broke her train of thoughts. Her brother, Beckett, was pushing his way through the crowd. His face scrunched together in irritation when the Netflix crew from before got in his way. He pushed the guy with the mic out of his way, receiving an equally irritated stare in return. She let out a chuckle when she was finally pulled into a tight hug.

“Dad’s treating one of the guys right now, so he’s asked me to come and get you.”

The Abbott siblings walked through what Lennon now learned was “the paddock” together. Beckett had his arm wrapped around his sister’s shoulder. Lennon listened as her brother talked to her about the paddock. He had been a lifelong race fan and their father used to take him to Silverstone every year. Lennon and her mother would usually take a trip to the lake district to visit their grandparents instead.

The younger Abbott let a huf escape her mouth, which in return gained her brother’s attention. He raised one of his eyebrows at her. Lennon cheekily smiled, “you could’ve mentioned years ago that all the cute guys come to these races! I would have attended ages ago!” she playfully hissed in his ear. She grinned as Beckett’s loud laugh could possibly be heard through the whole paddock. Lennon linked her arm through her brother’s and they continued their way to where Lennon presumed her father was right now.

“Let’s go to dad, he said he’d have lunch with us.”

Beckett leads them to what Lennon learns is the Toro Rosso hospitality. They reach it just in time for her stomach to start grumbling. The only thing she ate before leaving for the track was an apple. She overslept and missed the hotel breakfast by ten minutes. After checking his phone, Beckett tells her their dad will join them in five minutes.

“You want a Red Bull in the meantime?”

Lennon scrunches up her nose at that question, “absolutely not. Can you just get me some water?”

The siblings wait for another five minutes when their father comes through the door, a young man by his side. They laugh as they talk about something. Lennon has good hearing, but not quite good enough to hear what they are talking about.

Harry Abbott’s eyes lit up when he spotted his daughter, “Lenny Penny!”

Lennon’s cheek flush bright red at the embarrassing nickname. It doesn’t stop her from jumping out her seat and sprinting straight to her father, though. She hadn’t seen him for months and was more than happy to be wrapped up in his arms again. Harry caught his daughter as she launched herself towards him.

“Oh, honey,” he mumbled in her head, “I missed you so much.” He kissed the side of her head. Lennon checked the room, seeing everyone had stopped what they were doing and were looking at the reunion of Harry and his daughter. “You’ll have to tell me all about the tour, okay?”

Lennon grinned; she’d happily tell him about the tour. It’s not like he didn’t know everything already. Her mother had accompanied her to the USA and had debriefed her father after every concert. She’d still happily share her point of view.

She politely smiled at the young man standing next to her father. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “Oh!” Harry laughed. “Lennon, this is Alexander Albon. He drives for the team.” Lennon shook his extended hand. “Alex, this is my daughter Lennon.”

Alexander, or Alex, grinned as he shook Lennon’s hand. “Big fan. Loved your album!”

“Thank you! I’d say I’m a big fan of yours, too, but I don’t know much about the sport to be honest. And I don’t want to lie to you.”

Alex burst out in laughter. He mumbled a quick ‘pleasure to meet you, Lenny Penny,’ before being ushered away by some girl. 

The Abbotts had their lunch together as they caught up on their lives. Lennon told her father and brother about the tour, her father filled her in on his new job and Beckett told them how he was so happy to finally be graduating and getting his finance degree.

After her father gave her a proper tour of the paddock, the Toro Rosso hospitality and the garage, it was nearly time for ‘lights out and away we go’. The two Abbotts made it back to Beckett with just enough time for the two to find their seats in the grandstand. Harry told them he’d see them after the race.

And Lennon would never admit it to Mason or Declan, but she found the race so much more thrilling than any of their matches. Ever. The speed of the cars, the strategies. The speed of the cars! Her heart leapt whenever a car overtook another. 

She hadn’t quite decided what would be her team yet. She liked the orange cars. And the red ones looked pretty stunning, too. She’d ask her brother later when they’d be back in the hotel. Although she was certain he would tell her to support Red Bull Racing, like he did.

The three Abbotts had gathered together at the entrance of the paddock about two hours after the race. Harry had finally wrapped up his work and was told to go so he could enjoy some time with his children.

“Lenny Penny!”

Lennon internally groaned at the nickname and cursed the day her father had come up with it. She saw Alex Albon hastily running towards her, a shit eating grin on his face as he once again called out her nickname. He was out of breath as he skidded to a halt in front of them.

“A few of us are going out tonight, care to join?”

“Sure.” she nodded. “Stop calling me Lenny Penny, though.” Lennon took her phone from her pocket and searched for Alex on Instagram. Once she found him she hit the follow button. “DM me where to meet you.”

next part coming soon

the divider is by @/enchanthings || original post

[rampantram]

Was there a specific moment or event where Lenn realized they really cared about Helob?

“And you promise you didn’t put anything…weird in here?” Lenn questioned while eyeing the bowl of steaming hot stew Helob had passed to her, a brow raised, “No meat or bones or…”

Helob chuckled deeply as he stirred at the main pot of stew, which he now dropped some particularly red-looking additions into with Lenn’s portion being served. “No; I saves the good parts for myself~”

Lenn grimaced at him, then looked back down at her bowl, subconsciously licking her lips as the savory scent of broth and mixed vegetables wafted up to her nose. Giving in, she raised her spoon, scooping up a small amount of the mixture, and brought it to her lips. Taking in a cautious sip, she was astonished at just how good Helob had managed to make this. More eagerly, she ate that first spoonful, then another, then another, not noticing the wide smirk of pride that had spread on Helob’s face as he watched her from the corner of his eye.

It wasn’t long after when Lenn had her fill, sighing quietly to herself in content as she rested the now-empty bowl in her lap, hands cradling it loosely. It had been a while since she had such a hearty, delicious soup. The cult had better food than she’d managed to make for herself, but nothing like this; Helob truly was talented when it came to cooking, for better or worse depending on which side of the cast iron pot you were on. It kind of reminded her of…

“Thank you,” Lenn finally managed to mutter out, having to work herself up to it, though she didn’t make eye contact with the giant spider as she did so. “It was nice of you to cook for me.”

Helob hummed in his throat, sounding pleased. “Anything for my little bunny guest~” Lenn made a face, her mouth dropping to attest his favored nickname for her, then stopped when Helob suddenly visibly tensed, speaking up before she could. “You should goes home.”

Lenn blinked. “Wha - but I just got here!”

Helob’s smile thinned at the volume of her protest, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her, overall expression looking firm and impatient. “Another time, I’ll cook for you again,” he said, apparently not feeling in the mood for an explanation, “For now, goes back to your safe little cult grounds, hmm?”

Lenn’s shoulders slumped, frown drooping the expression of her face to one of annoyance. “Fine.” Her frustration showed as she stood from her spot, gathering her bag and making for the woods. The stew in her stomach may as well have turned sour. “I’ll see you later, I guess.”

Helob only hummed again, but she didn’t wait for him to say more, barging through the brush and into the woods, stomping across the forest ground back in the direction of the cult she’d only recently begun to call home.

“I can’t believe him…” she grumbled to herself while smacking a low branch out of her way, “I take the time to come out and see him - like he asked me to - and now he makes me leave for no reason! Hmph…” Then, Lenn had a realization, and she stopped. Staring down at the ground, she flexed her toes in the dirt, heart suddenly thumping in her chest as she mumbled. “Wh-Why do I even care? I mean, it’s better for me, so…” Heart racing now, she felt her face burn hot with embarrassment, despite being the only one around to experience her unsettling epiphany. “So what am I even mad about?” She rubbed at her forearm, shoulders hunching and her head held down low; what was this sensation making her suddenly feel so-

A distant crunching of leaves made her flinch, her highly attuned ears twisting to face the source, her head turning to see distant torchlight. Squinting, she saw several of them, all bouncing in the same direction. Standing in silence for a moment, she decided to investigate - safely, of course. Keeping low to the ground, she crouched into one gathering of brush to another, until she was near enough to see the small mob more clearly. Gulping, she wasn’t surprised to see a gathering of heretics, surely looking for their next set of victims to “bless” in the name of the Old Faith.

Most of them were lowly little scouts and swordsmen, with some archers and a healer, dressed in all white. It was the largest addition to their team that made her throat feel dry: a Guardian, dressed in black like a miniature reaper. The lamb had mentioned them in some of their stories recounting their crusades. They were especially strong and could apparently cast rings of fireballs - as if scythes and burning arrows weren’t bad enough. Thankfully, they weren’t as common as the lower underlings, but weren’t to be taken lightly regardless.

As she studied them, following them with her eyes as they tore their way through the woods, her face dropped with realization; intentionally or not, they were headed in the direction of Helob’s camp.

Without even thinking, she crawled back, quiet as she could manage until she was sure she was out of earshot. Then she sprang back, hurriedly pushing leaves and branches out of her way as she retraced her steps, desperate to reach Helob before they did. She had to warn him; there were so many - if he was caught off guard, he’d definitely be in trouble. Thankfully, she beat the heretics to him, and stumbled out into the clearing Helob had set up camp in, only for it to be…empty? Her heart dropped, wondering if another patrol had somehow made it there first, but as she looked around she saw no signs of a struggle. The pot of stew had been taken off the fire and sat steaming and uneaten. Lenn gulped.

“Helob?” she called out softly, not wanting to tip off the nearing group of heretics, “Helob! Where did you - ahhh!” She yelped as two long, spiny appendages pulled her into the bushes, and she instinctively fought their grasp, only to see Helob’s large head hovering over her. “Helob! You scared me!”

Helob’s eye twitched, that same thin smile from before straining his lips. “I tolds you to go home…”

She frowned. “I’m here to warn you about the - mf!” He covered her mouth with the bend of his arm, shushing her, the sound of rustling interrupting their squabble. Glancing back, she saw one heretic after another file into Helob’s camp, her heart dropping at the sight of white and black robes. The group of heretics had indeed made their way here. Gently moving his arm aside, Lenn pushed her hands into Helob’s fuzzy body, whispering frantically. “We need to go!”

Helob tilted his head, smiling down at her, somehow looking less irritated. “Things would have been easier if you’d left.”

Lenn paused, looking up at him, suddenly feeling even more embarrassed than before as she realized- “...that’s why you told me to leave?”

He sighed, still looking down at her with that “what am I going to do with you” look. With a careful nudge of his tarsal, he pushed her to sit low in the brush. “Stays here…”

She only gawked as he climbed up into the trees, disappearing from sight, her ear twitching as, soon after, a ruckus sounded from the camp. Peeking through the leaves, she saw each of the smaller heretics get snatched up into the air, vanishing one by one and leaving nothing but their swords and screams behind. Lenn blinked in awe as the archers were picked off cleanly, leaving only the two strongest left: the Healer and the Guardian. They’d caught on to Helob’s strategy, forcing him to come out into the open, though he stuck mostly to the trees as he sprung and scrambled around, still managing to give the two dangerous heretics a difficult time. At one point, the Guardian sent out a circle of fire blasts, Lenn’s eyes widening as one of the small spheres shot out towards her, only for Helob’s large, purple body to come crashing down, surprising her as he sent said projectile careening away with a well-placed swipe of his legs. Her eyes sparkled, unable to believe just how adept he was.

The three danced around each other, with the Guardian sending a more direct circle of projectiles after Helob, which he expertly dodged, taking the time to aim for the Healer. Meanwhile, though, the Guardian suddenly brought their hand back, and Lenn gasped as the ring of fireballs they’d thrown out came spinning back. She shot up out of the brush as they went spiraling in Helob’s direction.

“Helob, look out!”

Helob spared her a glance as he peered behind himself, quickly hopping up into the trees and out of the way, leaving the Healer to be burnt to ash by their own ally’s attack. Said ally’s attention was now on Lenn, however, and Lenn felt her breath shallow as the foreboding figure, dressed in their black, deathly robes, turned in her direction. Her knees gave, body helplessly falling back as the Guardian approached, leaving her to scoot back on her bottom as the heretic pulled back their arm, sword rising for a killing blow.

A flash of purple and a mess of angry legs dropped behind the Guardian, limbs gripping at their head and shoulders as sharp fangs made for their throat. Lenn winced, turning her head with eyes tightly shut as a wet sound ripped out into the night air. Peeking an eye open, the Guardian fell in a heap in front of her, dead and already growing cold. Looking up, Helob didn’t seem impressed by her, sporting a rare frown as he loomed over his recently fallen prey.

“I know,” Lenn said meekly, breaking their eye contact as she rubbed at a spot of sweat on her cheek, “You told me to ‘stays here’ - in the bush…” The silence he afforded her in response was making her nervous. “I just - I saw the heretics and I…” She gulped, green eyes glancing at him shyly. “I was…worried about you.”

Helob’s brows raised ever so slightly. She’d never seen him look surprised before. Then, his signature smile returned, spreading his lips wide and allowing the tips of his fangs to peek through, still smudged with fresh blood. Skittering over to her, he tenderly helped her to stand. She avoided his pleased gaze as she dusted herself off. “I appreciate you trying to get me out of here before they showed up, but I’d rather help out if I can.”

Helob hummed, the adoring look in his eyes as he smirked down at her making her quickly look away from him again. “My little bunny was worried about me~”

Lenn frowned. “Yeah, I said that myself. You don’t have to look so smug about it…”

Helob chuckled, moving back to lift up the limp body of the Guardian from the forest floor. “I cleans this up, then I’ll takes you home.” Grinning, he sent her a mischievous look. “Unless…my little bunny wants a more hearty stew?”

Lenn frowned, narrowing her eyes at him. “No thanks.”

Helob laughed, leaving her to grumble to herself as he shuffled up into the trees to store his next meal.

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Y'all just keep giving me good reasons to write quick Bunlob one-offs, apparently.

Hopefully you enjoy the response~

[christian-oc-tournament]

Riema Propaganda

She propped her feet up on the table, eyeing the occupants of the establishment. Most of them were regulars. Conn’s squabble was hulled up in a booth looking at least two or three drinks into the evening already. Eumann was at the bar, finishing up a meal of his own. He caught her eye and gave an upward nod before returning to his food. Marta and her two lackeys looked to be planning some sting operation at a secluded table in the corner. A group of three larger men walked in claiming a table out in the open while their apparent leader went to the bar probably looking for Labhra.  There was one person who she didn’t recognize. A Lenn-looking man in his early to mid forties, sitting at a large table by himself with only a near-empty bottle to keep him company. Riul tisked.  Poor sod. She thought. Looks like he’s faced Nallen. But then again, hadn’t they all? Labhra came out with her food and drink, so Riul took her feet off the table and sat up. “Will that be all for you, love?” Riul smiled, “That’ll be all, Labhra, but tell me,” she jerked her head towards the Lenn man. “What’s the story?”    She glanced towards the gesture and grimaced.  “Don’t know much, love, but it’s not a pretty affair from my telling. He came in earlier today and asked for a room, doesn’t know how long he’s stayin' for. He came down round last meal and that’s his second bottle. He’s a runnin' from somethin’s all I know.” Riul bit her lip and glanced back at the man.  He slouched in his chair. One hand gripped around the neck of the bottle, the other dangled freely at his side. His hair was in the early stages of filth where it hadn’t gathered enough grease to be plastered yet but was well on its way. His beard didn’t look much better. He sighed looking at the label on the bottle before taking another swig.  “Thank you, Labhra,” Labhra shook her head and smiled.  “You’re the only one like you I’ve ever met, love,” she marveled, “never change that heart o’ yours” Riul rolled her eyes and smiled, taking a sip of her drink.

I have more of this scene written that I might post myself later

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[sweeteastart]

Why do you love the Legend of Zelda? What first drew you to it?

That's.... A complicated answer lmao well more like long. sorry for the ramble !!

What drew me in

First off, unlike a lot of people I know I wasn't raised with the games. My parents were more Square Enix games people. Dragon quest and Final fantasy were the big games from my early years. So I had and still have very limited knowledge of the Legend of Zelda licence.

That's my dear friend @lennsart that got me into it. Unlike me, Loz was a huge part of their childhood and they know the lore better than even the Zelda encyclopedia-- They are 100% the one to thank for even bringing the games to my attention !

The first game I played of all the possible games was Hyrule Warrior with Lenn. I really enjoyed playing it and it got me intrigued. I mean look at Link in this game. Fabulous boy going to war.

Recently, they got really into Link meet AU.

To be more precise, they got into @bonus-links . One look at Warrior and I was smitten. He didn't even appear yet in the comic that i adopted the guy. Love this man. I want to become cosplay him so bad.

Also they read This is an Adjuration by @not-freyja and wanted to get their feelings out. I listened and stumbled HARD into the fandom. Drew Warrior as consolation because I was not okay I really have to sit down and read it before the end ....

I even had the privilege of a full PowerPoint presentation of each boy so I could understand LU/Link meets AU and read their fanfic A cave like a net (and a spilled secret) if that's not dedication I don't know what else is.

You could say I'm here thanks to lenn, @bonus-links and @not-freyja --

What I love about the legend of Zelda

Unsurprisingly, I'm a huge Kingdom Hearts fan so the complicated timelines and plots drew in the gremlin in me.

Then I started to really look at the lore and characters.... And dang is there lots of fun things to learn. My knowledge of it is still scattered and random but that's really fun !!

I really love the music too. That's the side of the games I first learned about before even playing Hyrule Warriors. Song of storm and song of healing have been my go-to for a good decade now.

Recently I started playing Ocarina of Time and I'm counting this as another reason I love the Legend of Zelda. That's very fun even if I have negative skills in video games ahah

TLDR : My friend got me into Zelda by talking about @bonus-links amazing and delectable paneling and colours, scaring me with @not-freyja masterpiece This is an Adjuration and talking about LU (also their fire fanfic).

I love Zelda for the complex timeline and lore shenanigans, the music and my first time playing OOT very recently.

Thanks for the ask ♪♪♪♪

[danganronpa96]

Hi Lenn! According to you, who would each DR69 and DR96 character listen to (musically speaking)? Who would be their favourite artist/favourite song? (just a silly question to distract me from chapter 4) (you guys need to pay my therapy/j)

Btw, thanks a lot, both to you and Rexx, for everything you do for the fic! I love your writing and also the amazing art!🫠❤️ We’ll patiently wait for chapter 5, but I’m sure it will be FANTASTIC, as always🥹 love ya🫶🏻

It’s funny how I received two similar music asks in a row, but because this one is actually a different question on the topic, I can answer this one separately!

However, since even the last music post had me in agony (/j), I don’t think I’m going to go through every single character’s individual favourite song and artist, and moreso just their music taste (especially since some characters would canonically listen to music from cultures or genres I don’t listen to or know much about myself).

DR96

Hayasaka - most people would say classical, but my big brain (/lh) has bestowed the headcanon ever: vocaloid. I think it would be funny if this man had a secret love for the music, walking to work listening to the most depressing or cutesy song known to Earth. His favourite producer would probably be wowaka (rip) or 40mp.

Kurumada - that kind of grunge, heavy beat, but sort of depressing music? Not trap per say, but like r&b and rap. Or whatever is playing at the gym at the time, sometimes a song will get added to his workout playlist if it sounds good enough.

Mai - she’s that kind of pop girl, but also likes some more sombre songs here and there. Definitely indulges in songs with playful and or sensual lyrics.

Walter - (this is where my disclosure starts to show) Like classic, 50-80s songs. Jazz and blues, or something he can sing along to on the radio.

Jesse - hip-hop, trap, some heavy metal, rock, techno and house music. Anything with a stanky-ass beat (/lh) and Jesse will probably listen to it.

Saiki - I’ve given him the headcanon that he listens to hyperpop, speedcore and breakcore. I got the idea from another tumblr post that said he’d use loud, scratchy music to try and block out the thoughts of other people. It’s implied that’s what he was listening to during chapter 3 as well!

Kaidou - what we all listened to when we were 13 and wanted to be edgy. Also fandom songs (I know this isn’t nationally accurate unless there are hardcore jp fandom song fans lol), and video game OSTs that make him feel powerful.

Retsuko - heavy metal, obviously. But, I think she also likes pop and idol music, considering her history with that, hehe

Natsuki - vocaloid hardcore to the max (some favourite producers be like deco*27 and syudou). Also J-pop/idol music (and some video game OSTs).

Yuri - now I think she would like some classical music, considering her whole elegant aesthetic. I think she’d personally like piano and violin arrangements though, since they are relaxing to listen to while reading. I think she would be convinced to listen to some J-pop after Natsuki begs encourages her.

Hiroshi - he would be a classical guy too, but he would also enjoy some video game OSTs (since he’s kind of a certified gamer if you consider the novels and that chibi anime thingy).

Brian - anything past 1996 would be periodically inaccurate, but I feel like he’s the type of guy who’d try to listen to anything if someone recommended it to him. I think he’d enjoy new-age, or something relaxing on par with the vibes of his game’s OST (synth… rock? I’m not a genres expert).

Bojack - it’s either something really depressing or really sexual and there is just that scale and nothing else

Latte - canonically, folk and symphony since I think that’s the sort of music Parfaedia has. Although, she’d also listen to jazz and dance (she that type of teacher to play music in class all the students try to grin and bare because no one listens to it anymore /lh)

L - whatever music is scientifically proven to enhance focus. Classical? Some jazz? I feel like L likes to work in silence, but with music on the bare occasion.

Ena - something that we would not be able to comprehend if we heard it. Lyrics that sound like 14 different languages all mashed up together. Instruments that shouldn’t exist. Voices that shouldn’t exist. The same song that runs for 4 minutes on the first play, 15 seconds on the second, and 2 hours on the third. Or just webcore/weirdcore instrumental music lmao

DR69

Luigi - calm jazz and swing, I also think he be into acoustic arrangements.

Mario - I think he’d listen to energetic music to get himself pumped up. But also enjoys the folk music of the mushroom kingdom.

Peter - I would say 50-90s songs, ranging from classic hits to goofy ass songs (like the Rock Lobster bit)

Brian - I think he’s into ska, jazz, and blues. Also very pretentious with his music taste lol

Miku - Pop, dance, techno and electronica are her mains, but she can dabble into any genre. Likes to support and listen to her other fellow voice synth’s music.

Teto - rock, but also some dance/pop. Secretly enjoys listening to Miku’s songs (as long as she’s not around)

Nagito - nicher artists of alt and synth. I don’t think he’d be into mainstream music. Also depressing lyrics are his go-to lol

Sans - ironically, the stankiest beat you’ve ever heard and penis music (rubber band). Unironically, some smooth tunes akin to Nastablook’s music taste.

Parappa - rap, hip-hop, r&b and dance. Could unironically make a great rap over the instrumentals of ‘A Pimp Named Slickback’.

Fluttershy - Equestria folk music, acapella and that musical-type genre they have in the show’s music.

Ayano - whatever her Senpai is listening to. So, I would assume the latest trending J-pop mostly.

Ashley - rock and alt. Emo type beat. Mainly female vocals. One or two heavy metal songs. Any other warioware cast member will die upon listening to any of it lol

2D - his favourite band is canonically The Human League, so other new wave and synth-pop stuff too.

Mr. Krabs - sea shanties, unironically. He probably sang a lot of them while on the navy.

Dedede - (I have no Kirby lore but I must scream) I feel like he’d play classical music in his castle to give off those regal king vibes. But he’d also enjoy energetic music like his boss battle themes.

The Conductor - western and western movie soundtracks. Also some smooth jazz and soul. I like to think he likes the sounds of the piano the most, from the ‘heart to heart’ OST

Also, TYSM for the lovely words!! I’m so happy to hear how much you’ve enjoyed the fic so far! 😭❤️

[comfortstars]

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[dora-papp]

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Helló :) Ne haragudj a zavarásért, de a dashemet böngészve megakadt a szemem a Neil Gaimannek küldött askod első pár mondatán - mondanom sem kell, nem számítottam épp egy magyar íróra itt! Szóval rögtön szaladtam megnézni a blogodat, és egyrészt meglepett, hogy több közös érdeklődési körünk van (GO, MCR, boszorkányüldözés, meg persze a siralmas LMBTQ+ jogok Magyarországon), de leginkább nagyon megtetszettek a könyveid, és érdeklődnék, hogy megjelent-e bármelyik ekönyvben, és ha igen, hol lenne elérhető?

Hello :) Sorry to bother you, but as I was looking at my dash, the first sentences of your ask to Neil Gaiman caught my eye - suffice to say, I did not expect to see a Hungarian author around here. So I ran to check out your blog, and first off, I was surprised to find we have similar interests (GO, MCR, witch hunts, and the depressing state of LGBTQ+ rights in Hungary), but mostly I was intrigued by your books. I'm wondering if any of them were published in ebook format, and if so, where can I find them?

(figured I'd type it out in English too, so everyone can understand if you answer)

HUN Szia, nagyon cuki vagy! Eddig csak ugye magyar nyelven jelentek meg a könyveim, de hivatalos e-könyvként is, pl. a dibook.hu oldalon tudod megrendelni őket. Köszönöm! Amúgy akkor álljanak itt a címek is, az oldalon egyszerűbb így rákeresni: Tükörlelkek, Bolyongó, Rúnatánc, Helena-trilógia: Fénytörés, Szabadesés, Interferencia.

ENG Hi, you are so sweet! My books have only been published in Hungarian so far, but they are available as ebooks too, you can order them on dibook.hu. Thank you! The titles of my novels are: Tükörlelkek, Bolyongó, Rúnatánc, Helena-trilógia: Fénytörés, Szabadesés, Interferencia.

[espikola]

hello! your art is so lovely!! I wanted to ask, can I use some of your art pieces for a video edit? with credits of course! if not that's totally fine, thank you anyway! (i'm "mp4.lenn" on IG btw!)

Hiii yup I’m totally okay with that no worries! Your edits slay really hard btw

[thevikingwoman]

A small gift for @galadae! I love Cala and Hien so much, and had to write this little scene. I hope you enjoy, my friend 💕

thank you so much for your support of my own brainrot 😔

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 527 | Read on Ao3

Calantha Lenn x Hien Rijin | romance Ranting: T. Fluff, established relationship, sparring

Stress Relief

Calantha is somewhere between aggravated, alarmed and saddened – not that she perhaps would use those words herself. She mostly just finds herself weary, and glad she has the time to see Hien, her stress lifting as soon as she sat foot in the Kienkan. Even if she does, perhaps, slam the shoji open with more force than strictly necessary.

“Calantha!” Hien looks up from the scroll he’s been reading, and smiles at her. She doesn’t even resist the urge to smile back, some of her annoyance dissipating at the sight of him. “How you are you?”

“Fine,” she replies. Really, she is. “And you?”

Hien nods, rolls up his scrolls and stands. “To be forthright, I need to stretch my legs – too many missives today.”

He reaches for her, and presses a soft kiss to her lips.

“Do you care to spar, Calantha? I could use the exercise.”

Calantha considers. She is tired, but restless.

“Not afraid I will injure your pride?”

“We will see.”

~

They warm up both of them, the luxury of having time to stretch and not rushing into battle. Calantha picks a simple lance, and Hien a training katana.

“Ready?” Hien asks, and Calantha realizes she is more than, bouncing on her feet, restlessness winning over her tiredness.

Hien charges her, and she jumps, avoiding his swing. It’s a rush next; attack and dodge, weapons connecting, retreat and attack, strike and parry. She thinks she gets a hit in or two, but Hien doesn’t flinch and presses on, likewise managing a strike on her, the blunt weapon striking across her thigh.

Hien grins at her, and presses his advantage, but Calantha flips out of his way, landing solidly in the empty training yard. She wipes sweat off her brow, and their dance begins anew. Now, Calantha takes the time to assess the battlefield, determined not to let Hien get the upper hand. She knows his fighting style, as well as he knows hers. Considering, she vaults back when he advances, twisting herself to avoid crashing into a training dummy. Hien advances again, his gaze blazing, almost like a physical caress.

It wouldn’t serve to get distracted now. She goes on the offense, thrusting her lance with a renewed fierceness. Thrust and counter. Thrust and counter.  When Hien takes a step back, she presses, and jumps.

Calantha has him against the wall, the tip of her lance pressed against his throat. She looks down at him with a feral smile, and Hien swallows and licks his lips.

“You got me, Calantha.”

She breathes out, a hard puff, and tosses her lance to the ground.

“And your pride?”

“Hale and well.” He drops the katana, and puts his hands around her waist. “You did not have me on the ground.”

She bends her head and kisses him, hard and rough at first, but she slows when he melts under her, giving and giving and giving. Calantha feels much less tired and far more calm when they finally break the kiss apart, and she pulls him as close as she can.

“I think you tricked me,” she says.

Hien smiles into her collarbone.

“Did, I now?”

[lennsart]

If you’re still taking requests for these whumptober days, for nightmares how about hurt/comfort Wild whump where Legend’s doing the comforting. (Alternatively Wild happening to be the one awake for one of the Vet’s nightmares could also be interesting.)

For voiceless maybe Wild has a mutism episode while with the chain & has an identity crisis about it. (“Oh no am I becoming like my past self,” that sorta thing.”)

& if you need ideas for Only For Emergencies that involves something other than the FD mask… how about one of the medallions (they’d be tricky to use in a large group) or perhaps the magic cape of invisibility. Maybe Legend gives one of the Chain members something & tells them to only use it in an emergency (lo & behold an emergency happens of/c). If it’s Wild he can hold off on using it for as long as possible in-part b/c he’s afraid of breaking it?

Oh oh anon you can't do this to me, now it's a two parter in my head. Legend comforts Wild one night and gets comforted another. Why are you cursing me like that, I am so unable to shut up this will be 3k words !!! (Joking here, thank you for giving me ideas !)

Hmmm I like the idea of a mutism episode ! It might not end up being Wild, though, I'll think about it. I do have some headcanons about how verbal the Link are/were ; I'm thinking about Four or Warriors too. Wild is definitely a challenger, though, but sorry in advance if it ends up being another one !

You got me for the Only for Emergencies, I was trying to get something else than the Fierce Deity or the ocarina ! I might end up writing something with Time anyway though. It just fits this prompt very well, and is in less than a week, aaaaa

I do like your idea of Legend giving things to the chain, hmmm. I will keep this idea on the pot and see if I manage to cook something...

There's just one small problem : if I listened to myself this whole whumptober would be me torturing Legend lmao, I'm already having ideas with him for 8-ish prompts and he will probably end up in more (if I need to write something quickly. He's my trump card, don't ask why, he's just easy to bully)

Not that it's bad ! But I do want to try my hand at writing other people too,arg— That's part of why I'm stuck on some of the prompts, I'm like "this could be Legend. LIKE EVERYTHING CAN BE"

[bitchinbarzal]

“She’s my tiny valentines!” and “He’s my tiny valentines!” with Dylan Cozens

“So what’s your Valentine’s plans then Cozey?” Krebs asks across the locker room.

Dylan smiles “I’ve got a date… with my toddler”

“Lennon got you spending the big bucks?”

He laughs “Yeah she’s demanding chicken nuggets and ice cream”

“A woman of taste!”

“She originally wanted Ras to take her to IKEA for meatballs but he told her he had a date”

“And she won’t let me live it down!”

Back at home, you were getting Lennon ready “you excited princess?”

“So excited!”

The door shut and Dylan yells out “Where’s my girl?”

“Here!” Lennon sets off down the stairs and jumps into Dylan’s arms.

“Oh you look pretty”

Lenn blushes and hides her face in Dylan’s neck.

“Um im standing right here and you’ve given me no compliments” you groan sarcastically.

“Hey she’s my tiny valentines! You’re just my wife” he taunts.

You roll your eyes and rub your bump “that’s fine just my husband… because he’s my tiny valentines”

Dylan smirks, walking over and kissing you “He’s not even here and he’s already beating me out for mom’s attention”

“Don’t act like the second Lennon was born you didn’t immediately move me to second place!” You point an accusing finger.

“She’s my babygirl… you’re just my wife” he smirks again.

“Oh shut it” you reply, kissing them both “Have fun on your date”

“Bye Mama”

“Thanks Mama” Dylan taunts

“Those two will be the death of me”

[alentiahart]

Hey, are you still alive?

I'm worried about you...

I've been a fan of Sentire for a long time and it's been half a year since you last posted and you said that life has been hard in October... Is everything okay?

Hello! And I'm sorry 😭😭😭 Still very much alive, thank you for asking.

I've been working on the second half & ending of Sentire for a couple months now. TL;DR I'm trying to finish it all so I can upload it in one go. I'll definitely make a big announcement when it's live!

Longer story after the cut, but that's pretty much it. Thank you for enjoying Sentire 💜 Sincerely, sincerely appreciate you.

The longer explanation!

Writing got really difficult for me in the second half. In Sentire, one of my OCs is Eris Travers. She is loosely based on my own childhood and trauma. Pretty much everything, except the fire/deaths in the house thing. This all ended up being a really dumb idea, because I was unearthing a lot right before the holidays (where long story short, I was seeing my low-contact parents twice). Not to mention Alabaster is based off my abusive ex, who... well, you'll see what happens with that one.

Anyway, I'm much better now and in a better peace of mind. Writing Lenne's story instead of Terra's has been a good cleanse mentally, and a good bunch of those stories are on TikTok now. But I'm working on both now.

I haven't made any changes to Eris' character, but instead am using this story as a way to move forward. My current deadline with Sentire is June due to work constraints, but I think I'll be able to get that out earlier.

If you ended up reading this, well... 💜 fr.

[lennjamin-o7]

Ngl, a little disappointed we didn’t get TBTF last night. But honestly? Your mental health comes first. Always. And at the end of the day, we get two fics instead of one! Like, what’s not to love here?

But even if you had just not posted anything, it still would have been okay. This is your hobby that you’re sharing with us for free. We love you Lenn and your worth as a human being comes before a fanfiction.

Just so you know, I have not been ignoring your asks. I just realized how old that last ask I just answered and this one are. Your asks aren't showing up on mobile for me and I didn't even know they were here. But I can see them on desktop so I can respond now.

And yay! I'm glad you are enjoying both! I like writing both. And I can definitely understand being disappointed about no new TBTF chapter. I've read fic that I got disappointed when it didn't update, so I get the feeling. But yeah, I just couldn't seriously focus on TBTF until I finished Sweeter than honey. But the next chapter is going to be a doozy! I do have it outlined and know what will happen. Just gotta get the words in the proper order.

And you are going to make me cry with your nice words. Thank you so much! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Thank you!!!!!

[dramatic-dolphin]

I am once again bothering you with my Vodafone stories.

So I was mindig my own business answering calls, mikor valaki betelefonál hogy hé mikor lesz az internet bekötve nála.

And I was like okay get this man egy új beszerelési időpontot because he sounds annoyed the faster the better

Except apparently mi már augusztus óta szereljük neki. Legit a pasas minden két hétben telefonál hogy hé? Valami? And like no one could do anything because it's a fucking rendszerhiba and the only thing you can do is to tell them to wait until it gets solved.

It sometimes takes like a month and the system unfucks itself with a little help, de like augusztus óta minden két hétben próbálkoztak vele sikertelenül.

And I was like okay I know that this fucking cég is several group chats in a trench coat, but legit we can do fuck all with this besides sending the n-th email to hé solve this!!!

It clearly has not been working.

Anyway fun fact here: we also have a helpline we can use if there is a hard case of just what.

I rarely use it because one of the gc usually knows the answer and are happy to help, there is like 100 of us we usually got this.

This was the perfect time to call the fucking helpline because my good lord nm volt szívem azt mondani hogy sorry still várjon.

Anyway helping picks up immediately (which wow lucky they had a free person yes!) és az illető aki felveszi rohadt rendes és kicsit dühös (I say kicsit but that's an understatement) hogy mi a fasz van itt hogy augusztus óta fasz se.

He looks it up lassan (because for some reasons today the systems decided that slug speed it is) és látja hogy az utolsó hibajegy erre a bullshitre úgy van lezárva hogy nope ez működik.

He is already angry and says something like: Ah yes a perfectly working order, sure let's try to solve it! Oh look at it it doesn't fucking work!

Than asks me in a sing song voice (haláli volt mennyire dühös volt) hogy elmondja mégegyszer az idióta nevét aki ezt lezárta hogy panaszt tehessek rá? (This was like the 13th hibajegy szóval sokat nem értünk volna vele) and I was like man I just want to help this guy get fucking internet i don't have the time for idiots

He was like understandable feladok rá egy újabb hibát.

I'm like sure but what do we do?

Erre jön ő hogy consider this: mi lenne ha ugyan arra a címre ujra megrendelné!

Én erre: uhm egy címen csak egy van?

He is like sure except when there are like divorce problems and az előző lakó nem hajlandó fizetni de neki kéne in those case we can do something like instead of x utca 17 szám we add a 17/1 szám.

I'm like can we do that?

He is like yepp volt hasonló esetei és lebeszélte háttér osztállyal

I'm sure I can't exactly do that but maybe sales kollégák can if they can't shopposok általában tudnak majdnem mindent.

(később kiderült hogy én is tudtam volna but sure as hell no one told me how or what to do. Thank fuck for team meetings where they explain the shit a képzés nem említett)

(anyways a vége az lett hogy elküldtem az ügyfelet ezzel a shopba hogy csináljak ott meg én meg hagytam a shoppos kollégáknak egy teljes disszertációt hogy mi lett egyeztetve)

(poor man was like. I'm the first fucking person in six months who could actually help with something. I'm like sir I barely did anything the fuck)

Anyways ahogy mondtam a Vodafone is several group chats in a trench coat who all try to work around whatever bullshit the fucking system we work in is currently doing)

And you got and entire novel again.

god you are legit the guardian angel of poor vodafone-os betelefonálók, judging from your stories. that poor guy omg 🙏 always sucks when you're stuck on the wrong end of a bureucratic nightmare, de azért jó hogy így el lehet intézni okosba :D