#the theme song is so chaotic too what is this guy even doing

[yujateaandpi]

My mom walked in on me trying on the wizard hat I’m making then sent me this and said “this is you.”

Everyone, go home. Peak character design already happened and it’s this guy in a niche Korean cartoon from the 70s.

His name is Windy Boy. He’s a fairy. He answers children’s wishes but he’s really bad at it. And that’s the entire show.

[leriexoxo]

OFF LIMITS

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Genre: Best friends to lovers, Angst, Smut, Possessive!Changbin

Tags: Jealousy, possessiveness, toxic tension, smut, rough sex, wall sex, oral (f receiving), marking/biting, mild dom!Changbin, unprotected sex (wrap it up, folks), light degradation, obsession themes, emotionally charged fight-sex, power imbalance, Changbin being hot and scary.

Summary: Your best friend has a bad habit of scaring off every guy who shows even a shred of interest in you. You’re sick of it—until one night, he finally tells you why. And once that line is crossed, there’s no going back.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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He did it again.

Another guy. Another almost-date. Another quiet apology you had to text out while Changbin stood behind you, arms crossed, breathing like he’d just finished a set of deadlifts instead of scaring the shit out of the one decent human being you’d talked to in months.

“You’re unbelievable,” you hissed, slamming the front door behind you. “That’s the third guy you’ve chased off this semester.”

Changbin didn’t look at you. He bent down to untie his sneakers, jaw set like he’d already made peace with being the villain in your life.

You dropped your bag on the floor, crossing the room to stand in front of him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you like being the reason I’m single?”

“I don’t like seeing you around guys who don’t deserve you,” he muttered.

You laughed, bitter and sharp. “Deserve me? They’re not even getting past the first text, Bin. You’ve got every guy within a mile radius scared shitless of me because of you. What do you want from me?”

He looked up.

And for a moment—just a flash—you saw it. The storm he tried to keep buried. The heat behind his eyes that had nothing to do with friendship.

“I want you to stop pretending like you don’t belong to me.”

You froze.

“What?”

He stood slowly, the weight of his words still thick in the air. He wasn’t even angry now. He just looked tired. Worn down. Like he’d been holding this in for too long and didn’t care if it ruined everything.

“You heard me.”

Your throat tightened. “You can’t just—just say that and expect me to go along with it.”

“I’m not asking you to go along with anything,” he snapped. “But I sure as hell won’t stand by and watch some asshole put his hands on you when he doesn’t even know your favorite song, or how you fake a laugh when you’re nervous, or how you shut down when you’re overwhelmed.”

“You’re my best friend,” you shot back, voice rising. “You’re supposed to want me happy—not sabotage it every time someone gets close!”

“I do want you happy!” He stepped closer. “But not with someone else. Not when it’s been me this whole fucking time.”

You blinked.

Your chest ached, and you hated how it sounded too much like hope. “So what? This was your plan? Act like a psychopath until I give up and let you have me?”

His jaw flexed. “I didn’t plan this. I just… I can’t watch you belong to anyone else.”

The silence that followed wasn’t peaceful. It was volatile. Thick. The kind of silence that came before something dangerous.

He stepped back. “You want a boyfriend? Fine. Go find one. But don’t expect me to watch it happen without wanting to break his fucking jaw.”

He left after that.

Didn’t wait for you to argue. Didn’t turn around when you called his name.

Just walked out the door with that twisted knot of need and fury still coiled tight between you.

—

You didn’t hear from him for two days.

Which wasn’t like him. Changbin was clingy in his own way—chaotic texts at midnight, gym selfies with stupid captions, food pics followed by “u want some?” even if he was already outside your door with it. The silence wasn’t peaceful. It was loud. Sharp. It made everything else feel off-kilter.

Worse than that—you missed him.

Not in the I need my best friend way. No. You missed the version of him you saw in that moment. The fury. The honesty. The raw, possessive hunger he’d let slip when he thought you wouldn’t listen.

You’d been craving something.

And maybe it had always been him.

You didn’t say it out loud. Wouldn’t dare.

But you thought about it when your phone stayed quiet. Thought about it when you tried to go out with another guy, only to sit there the whole time wondering if Changbin would find out. Wondering if he’d come for him.

Wondering if you wanted him to.

—-

You lasted until Friday night.

That’s when you saw him again.

He was at Minho’s place—of course. Everyone was there. Music too loud, lights too low. You walked in and felt it immediately. The tension. Like the air snapped different the second your eyes met across the room.

Changbin was leaned back on the couch, legs spread, drink in hand, looking like he’d been watching the door for you.

And the second your date touched your lower back to guide you inside—his expression dropped.

It wasn’t obvious. Just a subtle shift in his jaw, a twitch in the corner of his mouth.

But you knew him. You felt it.

He stood before you could pretend it didn’t happen.

Walked right past everyone like it was just the two of you in the room.

And he stopped right in front of you, eyes locked on yours.

“Come with me.”

You blinked. “I’m here with—”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

Your date—Kai? Ken? You already forgot—stepped forward, trying to puff his chest.

“Hey, man—”

“I said,” Changbin turned his head slowly, “she’s coming with me.”

The guy looked between you two, saw whatever was unfolding, and backed down.

Just like the others.

You were too stunned to argue. Or maybe you weren’t stunned at all. Maybe you were just done pretending you didn’t want him to drag you away.

He took your hand.

Led you up the stairs, down the hall, into a guest room where the music was muffled and the air buzzed with everything you hadn’t said yet.

He closed the door. Locked it.

And for the first time in days—you let the silence settle.

“You had no right,” you said, softly. “To come get me. To act like that.”

He leaned against the door.

“I know.”

You crossed your arms. “Then why?”

He looked at you—really looked at you. And this time, his voice was low. Fragile, but sharp around the edges.

“Because I’d rather lose you than watch someone else touch you.”

You hated how your knees almost gave.

“That’s not fair.”

“I don’t care.”

You swallowed hard. “I’m not yours.”

He stepped closer.

“You’re not,” he agreed.

Another step. His breath hit your cheek.

“But you could be.”

And that was the line.

The moment everything you’d tried to suppress finally cracked and splintered into something you couldn’t control anymore.

You didn’t speak.

You just kissed him.

The second your lips touched his, something in him broke.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow.

Changbin shoved you back against the wall with a grunt, hands already in your hair, yanking your head to the side so he could crash his mouth down on your throat, biting—not kissing—and it made you gasp so loud it echoed off the walls.

“You think I don’t see it?” he growled, voice already wrecked, breath hot against your skin. “The way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention? The way you want me to lose my fucking mind?”

His hands were everywhere—grabbing, gripping, owning. Your shirt hit the floor before you could respond. Your bra followed. And when his mouth found your chest, you cried out like you’d been waiting for this exact moment to break.

“Mine,” he muttered, dragging his tongue between your breasts, biting the swell of one, squeezing the other with enough force to make your knees buckle. “All of this fucking mine.”

He didn’t wait to undress you fully. Just shoved your shorts and panties down in one rough pull, breathing hard when he dropped to his knees in front of you like it wasn’t even a choice—like he needed to worship before he claimed.

“Bin—”

Your voice cracked when he hooked your thighs over his shoulders and devoured you.

No teasing.

No buildup.

Just his mouth, hot and ruthless, tongue fucking in deep while his nose rubbed your clit like he was born to ruin you. He growled into you like he’d finally tasted what he’d been starving for and couldn’t get enough.

You were already shaking, clinging to his hair, riding the edge with dizzy, unhinged whimpers when he pulled back and stood.

“You’re gonna come on my cock,” he rasped. “Not my tongue.”

He undid his jeans like he was about to snap them in half, and when his cock hit the air—thick, flushed, leaking—your breath hitched hard.

“Turn around,” he ordered. “Hands on the fucking wall.”

You hesitated. He growled low in his throat and grabbed your waist, manhandling you into place. You felt the heat of him behind you, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your hip like he was about to mark you for life.

Then he pushed in.

No warning. No easing.

Just in—deep and brutal and perfect, and your moan cracked loud enough to wake the whole house.

“Fuck, you feel better than I dreamed,” he grunted into your ear, thrusting so deep your legs shook. “Been losing my mind thinking about this. About you. About ruining every hole you’ve got until you forget every name but mine.”

His pace was relentless. Desperate. Like he’d waited so long he couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to. You clawed at the wall, panting, wrecked, undone—and when he reached around to rub your clit in tight, angry circles, you screamed for him.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice hoarse. “Say you belong to me.”

You whined, half out of your mind.

“Say it.”

“Fuck—I belong to you!”

That was it.

He snapped—hips slamming harder, hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so he could kiss you with teeth and tongue and rage.

You came first.

Shaking. Screaming. Gone.

He followed with a broken moan, spilling deep inside you, jaw clenched like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. What he finally had.

You both slid down the wall.

Silent.

Breathing hard.

Bodies still tangled.

And somewhere in all the heat and wreckage, you realized something terrifying—

You’d let him do it again.

And again.

And again.

Because no one would ever touch you like that.

No one else could.

—-

You didn’t see him the next day.

He didn’t text. Didn’t call. And that should’ve been the end of it, right? A mistake between best friends. A line crossed. A one-time slip fueled by tension and need.

Except when you got home that night, your spare key was missing.

The one you kept hidden under the flower pot by the door.

And when you stepped inside—heart hammering—you found him.

In your kitchen.

Sweat-slick from the gym, black tank clinging to his chest, hair pushed back, jaw tight. Like he’d moved in.

You dropped your bag. “What the fuck are you—”

“You didn’t answer your phone.”

“Because I didn’t want to talk to you, Changbin.”

He didn’t flinch. Just kept his eyes on you—dark, unreadable, burning.

“You didn’t want to talk after I fucked you like that?”

“I didn’t ask for that. You pushed me into it—”

“I didn’t push you into anything.” His voice dropped. “You wanted it. You begged for it. Don’t rewrite what happened just because it scared you.”

You froze.

He stepped closer.

“I know what this is,” he whispered. “You do too. You’re just pretending it didn’t change everything.”

“You’re my best friend,” you said, weaker this time.

“Not anymore.”

You opened your mouth. He cut you off.

“I saw the way you came for me. Felt it. You think any guy you bring home after this is gonna make you feel like that? Like I did?”

You didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

He stepped closer, pressing you into the wall again—but different this time. No kiss. No rush.

Just his body boxing yours in. His presence overwhelming.

“Do you know what it’s been like?” he murmured, so low you almost didn’t hear it. “Watching you date? Watching you touch them? Pretending I don’t wanna break their faces every time they even look at you?”

“You scared them all off—”

“Good. They don’t deserve you.”

“Neither do you.”

His eyes narrowed.

“But I’ll take you anyway.”

Then he leaned down—slowly, nose brushing your cheek, lips dragging across your ear.

“I’m not sorry for any of it.”

You shivered.

“And I’m not stopping.”

“You’re obsessed,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he said, voice thick. “With my girl.”

You grabbed his shirt to push him away—but ended up fisting it instead.

He growled—low, dangerous.

“You don’t get to fight me when your thighs are already pressed together.”

“Go to hell.”

“Only if you come with me.”

He kissed you like he was sealing a deal.

And this time, when he lifted you up—dragged you down onto the kitchen table, yanked your panties to the side and filled you up with no prep, no warning, just pure, primal need—you didn’t pretend to resist.

Because you were already his.

And you were just starting to realize that maybe… maybe you liked it.

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Authors note: So last night my friend and i were simping over videos of changbin in LATAM 🥹 safe to say “Off Limits” is my brain vomit from last night

Please dont forget to comment, like and rebloggggg!!!

[redroomreflections]

Hotel California | Track 11: Ignore The Noise

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha Romanoff, frontwoman of the punk rock band Velvet Rebellion, falls hard for a woman she believes is too good for her. Their intense relationship unfolds in the chaotic world of rock 'n' roll, where they struggle to balance fame, personal demons, and their undeniable passion for each other.

W/c: 5.8k

Chapter 11/15

Masterlist | General Masterlist

Note: another week

18+ Minors DNI (mature)

Themes: love, fame, sex, drugs

"Alright," Natasha muttered, angling the phone’s camera. The faint ping of Instagram Live starting echoed in the otherwise quiet studio. She leaned back against the armrest, her knee bumping against yours as she adjusted the frame. "Do I look okay? Or do I look like someone who hasn’t slept in three days?"

"You look fine," you replied with a soft laugh. "More than fine, actually."

"Good answer," Natasha smirked, her lips quirking up before she turned her attention to the screen. "Okay, we’re live. Let’s see who’s actually bored enough to join us."

Within seconds, the chat began to flood with messages, hearts bubbling up on the side of the screen. Natasha’s username was pinned at the top, and her followers started pouring in like clockwork. You could almost swear half of her fanbase had been waiting for this, the comments streaming so quickly they were nearly unreadable.

"Hi, everyone," Natasha greeted with a quick wave, her smile easy and relaxed. "I don’t really do this whole Instagram Live thing much—I think this might be my second time ever—but here we are. We’re at the studio. Everyone’s left, so it’s just us."

She leaned back against the couch, her knee brushing against yours as she casually scrolled through the comments. "And, as I mentioned on Twitter, we’ll answer a few questions. Maybe play some music, too, if you’re lucky."

You nodded and adjusted your position, scooting closer to her so you’d both stay in the frame. "Key word being maybe," you teased, glancing at her with a playful smirk.

"Yeah, yeah," Natasha rolled her eyes, though her grin didn’t falter. She passed you the phone to give you the first pick of questions. She tapped a beat against the notebook resting in her lap. "Alright, let’s see what you’ve got for us."

You used your phone as a reader and silently tuned into Natasha's Instagram. The chat exploded with questions, some straightforward, others ridiculous. Natasha tapped a particular question asking about Carol, and you nodded. That was one you could skip over for the time being. You momentarily leaned against her shoulder as you scanned the endless comments together. The whole thing felt unfiltered, casual—the moment that made her fans adore her even more. Of course, you both knew it was meant to be lowkey PR. It's nothing unusual but also a gift to the fans.

"Okay, first question," You began, reading a comment aloud. "natalialovesshaw: 'How has the new album recording been?'"

"Oh, it's been fun," Natasha hummed, a small smile on her lips. "I don't want to sound cheesy, but it's been an incredible experience. Everyone in the studio was amazing. We recorded songs with a few special people on the track. I think you guys will like our first single. It's releasing in a few weeks."

"And, if you guys want," you said, raising your head, "she'll give us a sneak peek."

"Don't tempt me," Natasha quipped, a soft laugh escaping her lips. She playfully rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the comments. "Let's find a good one. velvetlover29, what is the creative process like for me?"

You grinned and glanced up at her. "That's a great question. What is the creative process like for you?"

"You know," Natasha shrugged, her tone light and playful. She tilted her head slightly, the light catching her face in a way that made your breath hitch. "I don't have a step-by-step guide to write a song. There's no formula. I usually have a melody in my head for a while. Put pen to paper. Scrap that and try again fifteen times until I have a semblance of a song. Of course, Wanda and the rest of the band help write. They bring so much star power. It's interesting. "

"It is," you nodded, a soft smile on your lips. You studied her as she spoke, her green eyes focused on the phone in your hand. A few heart emojis littered the comments, and you couldn't help but smile.

Natasha looked back at you, a curious brow raised. "What?"

"Nothing," you shook your head, biting back a laugh. "I think you're cute."

Natasha scoffed, though a smile still lingered on her lips. She nudged your shoulder, her gaze turning back to the screen. "You're lucky we're live."

"I know." You grinned, turning your attention back to the stream. You spotted another question, your eyes flickering to her briefly. "Oh, I've got a good one. What is it like having Y/N around all the time?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "It's great," she deadpanned, though a hint of amusement remained evident in her tone. "We're having a blast."

"We're living the life," you hummed in agreement, a smile lingering on your lips."Oh, this one is for me. How have your industry experiences shaped your values or beliefs?"

You paused for a moment, pursing your lips. "It was different, that's for sure. I went to a good school. I did everything the average person would do, except I had a job as a background singer. A job I got through my father's connections. Which people haven't failed to bring up to this day. So, I think I have always wanted that privacy aspect. But, it's difficult when the world wants a piece of you."

"They certainly do," Natasha mused, her lips quirking into a grin.

"But, I think my experiences have taught me to be resilient, honest, and kind," you continued, your gaze flickering from the comments and back to her. "I want to work with people that respect me. And I want to continue to live a life I'm proud of."

"And are you?" Natasha asked, her voice low. Her eyes met yours; her brows knitted together.

"Am I what?"

"Proud," Natasha replied. "Of the life you live. Of yourself."

"Yes," you murmured, swallowing hard. The sincerity in her tone caught you off guard, and your cheeks grew warm. "Of all of it."

"That's good then," Natasha nodded. "We have several questions asking about Isabella."

"That's interesting," You leaned back against the couch. "She's turning ten very soon. She's great, though." That was all you were willing to answer about her.

"She is," Natasha smiled. She cleared her throat, her attention turning back to the screen. "Alright. Any more questions?"

"I think that's a good note to end," you said. Your eyes scanned the comments, and a few people asked for a sneak peek of the new single. "But we do have something else. One last thing before we go."

"I think I know what this is," Natasha smirked. "Fine. Just a few chords."

"A few," you agreed.

Natasha grabbed the guitar from the side of the couch. She plucked a few strings, strumming them gently as she adjusted the knobs. A soft tune began to fill the air, the gentle chords washing over you. Natasha hummed softly, her fingers running over the frets as she played the melody.

You watched her with a complete smile on your face. She was in her element, and watching was a complete privilege.

When she finished, she looked back at the screen. "There you go. Our new single is coming soon."

You gave the phone a little wave. "Thanks for watching, everyone."

"See you soon," Natasha chimed in, giving a wave. She pressed the button to end the stream, setting the phone aside.

"That was great," You sighed. "Way less intimidating than I originally thought."

"You really are a shy thing?" Natasha teased.

"No, not shy," You shook your head. "Just not 100% okay with the idea of being perceived."

"Oh, is that all?" Natasha smiled. She rested her hand on the couch cushion beside you. "Sam's a majorly famous football player. How did you handle your relationship then?" The question caught you off guard. Natasha knew well enough that talking about your ex-husband could be a touchy subject. But you and Sam had managed to stay amicable for all intents and purposes. You took a breath, the memory of your past relationship still there but not as sharp as it used to be.

"It was... complicated," you said slowly, glancing down at your hands before meeting Natasha's eyes again. "I mean, Sam’s career was always the center of everything. People were always watching, always judging. It wasn’t easy, but we figured it out, at least for a while. Eventually, I had to come to terms with the fact that our lives were pulling in different directions. We had different needs. But... we’re on good terms now. We’ve both moved on. We were also quite young when we got together. Then we had Bella. Got married shortly after. We're better friends."

"Right," Natasha nodded. She hesitated momentarily, her hand moving a bit closer to yours. "Does this scare you? The idea of us?"

"Not at all," You shrugged. "I knew what I wanted when I first saw you. I knew I wanted to have you. I knew what that came with."

"Good," Natasha breathed. "Because I don't plan on letting go anytime soon."

"Is that a promise?" You whispered, a slight smirk tugging at your lips.

"Of course," Natasha hummed, her eyes flickering between your own and your lips.

"You know, you could kiss me, right?" You suggested playfully.

Natasha grinned and closed the gap, pressing her lips to yours. She pulled back for a second, her thumb caressing your jaw. "You're the one who wanted to wait," she murmured, her lips brushing against yours.

"I did," you agreed, a soft laugh escaping you. "There hasn't been a moment we've been together where we aren't kissing or..."

"Fucking?" Natasha supplied.

"Right," You laughed. "Not that I'm complaining. The sex is great. It's almost been six months of dating for us. We're still learning each other. That's a pretty big deal."

"Yeah, in high school," She snorted.

"I hate you so much," You laughed.

"Oh really?" Natasha raised a brow. "I remember last night you were telling me you loved me. Screaming my name practically." She leaned over you, pushing you to lie back on the couch.

"Mm, I can't remember that," You looked up at her.

"Probably from how many times your head bumped into the headboard, " Natasha rubbed the slightly sore spot. "I'm sorry, baby."

"I'll live," You laughed, tilting your head.

"Good," Natasha smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. She brushed her lips against your eyebrow, your nose, your cheek.

"Nat," You said.

"Hmm?" She hummed, her lips grazing your own.

"I love you."

"I love you too," she replied, her voice soft, carrying the kind of tenderness that made your heartache in the best way. Her green eyes flickered with adoration, and a small, genuine smile tugged at her lips.

"I want to do something tomorrow," Natasha said after a moment.

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.

"I want to take Isabella out for lunch," she offered, her voice steady but her expression a little hesitant, as though gauging your reaction. "If that’s okay."

Your heart swelled, the unexpected offer leaving you momentarily speechless. Natasha had taken steps into your world before, but this felt different. Bigger. She had said how she felt about you—plenty of times—but this was something else. This was about Isabella. About your daughter.

"Okay," you nodded, trying to keep your emotions in check even though you were bursting inside.

"I just want to show her that I care about you," Natasha explained, her voice softening further, vulnerable in a way she rarely let herself be. "That I care about her. That she’s important to me, too." She paused. "But only if she’s ready. I don’t want to rush anything."

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the joy bubbling out of you. "Please, if she could have you to herself, you’d be her new best friend by tomorrow," you joked, your voice light but full of warmth. "She’s going to love it. And you."

Natasha’s smile grew, her shoulders relaxing at your reassurance. "Good. Because I want her to know I’m all in. For both of you."

"You better be," You teased, brushing her hair from your face. "I'm all in for you too."

"And, I mean, she already has an amazing dad," Natasha pointed out. "It can't hurt to have an amazing step-mom."

"Step-mom," you repeated slowly, the words unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant.

"I'm not proposing," Natasha chuckled. "Don't look so scared."

"I'm not," you said quickly. "It's just... I've never dated anyone serious enough to have that conversation."

"Well, call me crazy, but..." Natasha began, a hint of playfulness in her tone, "I'd say the woman I've been seeing for almost half a year and am completely in love with is pretty serious."

"Completely?" You echoed, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Mm," Natasha hummed. She pressed her forehead against yours. "I'm all yours. Forever, if you'll have me."

"Don't make big promises you can't keep," You murmured.

"Who says I can't?"

"No one," You smiled, tilting your chin and capturing her lips. Natasha responded immediately, her lips moving in tandem with yours. You pulled back briefly, a mischievous smile forming on your lips. "But what makes you think I'm so easily won over?"

"I don't," Natasha admitted. Her eyes glimmered. "But I'm a damn good catch."

"Oh, you're something alright," you muttered, shaking your head.

"So, you'll have me?" Natasha asked, her expression softening.

You smiled. "Yes. I'll have you. Always."

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Natasha had underestimated how exhausting it could be to spend a day with a child. She’d heard the warnings from you—things like don’t let Isabella sit in the front seat under any circumstances and don't allow her to con you into buying anything—, but it hadn’t quite sunk in until she was in the thick of it.

Isabella, on the other hand, was completely enamored. From the second Natasha picked her up, she had chattered non-stop. Asking questions about Natasha's life, music, and the upcoming tour. When Natasha suggested that they spend the day together, Isabella practically jumped with joy. She truly enjoyed Natasha's presence when you'd hung around each other. It was only fair she got to hang out with her, too.

"So, do you like Chuck E Cheese's?" Natasha asked as she drove into the empty intersection. She wasn't up to date on what nine-year-olds like these days.

"I do," Isabella nodded enthusiastically. "But mom doesn't."

"That doesn't sound like her," Natasha smiled, glancing at the young girl through the rearview mirror.

"Oh, well," Isabella sighed dramatically. "She thinks it's too loud and doesn't like Chuck E."

"Well, what does she think about laser tag?" Natasha offered. "I hear they have an arcade at the mall."

"I don't know," Isabella replied thoughtfully. She leaned forward between the seats. "What's laser tag?"

"It's a game where you and several others go into a dark room with guns that shoot out lasers," Natasha explained, keeping her tone casual. "Put your seatbelt back on."

"Fine," Isabella sighed before throwing herself back into the seat. "Can we get my ears pierced too?"

"And have your mom break up with me instantly? I don't think so," Natasha laughed. "Are you trying to sabotage me?"

"Not intentionally, no," Isabella shrugged. "Mom's a cool mom."

"Your mom is a cool mom," Natasha agreed, glancing at Isabella in the rearview mirror. "But even cool moms have their limits. I’m pretty sure earrings are one of those limits."

Isabella pouted dramatically, crossing her arms. "But everyone in my class already has them!"

Natasha chuckled. "Nice try, kid. You’re not dragging me into that fight. Besides, you’ve got plenty of time for earrings. Let’s focus on laser tag first, yeah?"

"Okay, fine," Isabella relented, though her pout lingered. Then, her face lit up. "Can I at least pick the team name?"

"Absolutely. Team names are critical," Natasha nodded thoughtfully, playing along. "What are you thinking?"

"Something cool," Isabella said, tapping her chin like she was deep in thought. "The Dolls."

"Sounds very girly," Natasha said.

"Well, we are girls," Isabella said matter of fact.

"Touche," Natasha laughed.

After a quick stop to grab gas, they arrived at the arcade. The place was filled with screaming kids, and the smell of greasy food lingered in the air. The sounds of games, arcade music, and laughter mixed.

"Oh, this place is amazing," Isabella grinned. "This is the coolest."

"It's alright," Natasha mused, glancing around the room. She turned to Isabella. "Alright. We need a game plan. Stick beside me, and we take everyone out one by one."

"That sounds good," Isabella nodded. "Can you help me with this?" She stood up straight so Natasha could help with the team vest.

"Yeah, of course," Natasha adjusted the straps, tightening them. "There you go."

"Thanks," Isabella grinned. "What's our game plan?"

"Okay," Natasha crouched down, getting on Isabella's level. She tapped the girl's chest. "I'm going to have you be the leader of the team. You have the most important job."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and that's to watch my back," Natasha nodded.

"Got it," Isabella smirked, giving her a thumbs up.

"Great," Natasha stood. "Let's go."

The two played several rounds, and Natasha genuinely enjoyed her time with the little girl. Isabella had endless energy and an infectious enthusiasm for life. Not to mention her maniacal giggles whenever she dodged the other team's laser. By the time they were done, they were both more than hungry. Natasha decided pizza and a salad from the arcade's restaurant would be more than filling.

"So," Isabella said, pressing her pizza in half like a taco. "You and my mom are getting pretty serious."

"We are," Natasha nodded. She took a bite of her salad, swallowing the food before continuing. "Do you think it's serious?"

"Yeah," Isabella nodded, shoving a piece of her pizza in her mouth. She swallowed before speaking again. "My mom's been happy. A lot happier."

"That's good," Natasha smiled. "Was she sad before?"

"No," Isabella furrowed her brows. "Not sad. But things are good for her now. I don't know how to describe it."

"How about you say what you're thinking, and I can see if that's a good description?"

"Okay," Isabella pursed her lips. She looked down, picking at her slice. "I've never seen her talk about a relationship like this. Like, when she's on the phone, she's always smiling. Or she's telling me something about you."

"And is that a good thing for you?"

"I think so," Isabella nodded. She hesitated, biting her lip.

"What is it?" Natasha pressed gently.

"Nothing," Isabella shook her head. She sighed. "Will you be there?"

"When?"

"For my birthday," Isabella explained, her gaze fixed on her pizza. "I want to go to Paris, but Mama says I should save that for when I turn thirteen. So I decided a spa day would be cool."

"Spa days are great," Natasha agreed. "But I think Paris is a wonderful gift for your birthday."

"I've been to Paris before," Isabella shrugged.

"Have you?" Natasha raised her brows.

"Yeah, with Mom and Daddy," Isabella explained. "It was a really long time ago. When I was like two."

"Well, it is a pretty magical place," Natasha hummed. "Of course, I'll come to your party."

"It's in three months. I'll finally be double digits, and Mom will let me get my nails done," Isabella grinned, wiggling her fingers in the air. "Not just painted—like, the fancy kind. Gel or acrylic or something."

Natasha chuckled. "Big milestone. Double digits and fancy nails? Sounds like a big deal."

"It is," Isabella said matter-of-factly, taking a big bite of her pizza. She added, "Mama said I can even invite two friends to come with us."

"That sounds like fun," Natasha said, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand. "Do you know who you're going to invite?"

"Maybe Lenny and Sophia," Isabella mused, her face scrunching up thoughtfully. "They're my best friends, but Sophia sometimes says mean things, so maybe just Lenny."

Natasha nodded, offering a small smile. "It's your day, so spend it with the people who make you happiest."

"Yeah," Isabella agreed, then looked up at Natasha, her expression suddenly shy. "And... I’m glad you’ll be there. I like that you and Mama are, you know, together."

Natasha softened, touched by her honesty. "I am, too," she said quietly. "I like being with her. And I'm so glad I've gotten the chance to know you. I hope that's okay."

"Yeah, she'll finally have someone else to hang out with other than me," Isabella said with an exasperated sigh.

"I don't think she minds hanging out with you," Natasha teased.

"No, she doesn't. I'm the best," Isabella laughed. "But I do have a life of my own."

"So," Natasha leaned back, a smirk on her lips. "Now that you've spent time with me. What's the verdict? Do I pass the test?"

"Let's see how the rest of the day goes," Isabella patted Natasha's hand.

She couldn't argue with that.

******

A week later was the album photoshoot. With most of the tracks fleshed out and ready for post-production, it was time for other things that bands did. Natasha could do without press and pictures and all that other stuff. Cameras flashed incessantly, their brightness like miniature explosions that pierced her vision. She couldn’t pinpoint why they grated on her nerves—maybe it was the performative nature of it all, the forced energy that felt miles away from the authenticity she craved.

The microphone was cold against her hands as she leaned forward, feigning a scream into its mesh head. Equally uncomfortable in their unnatural poses, her bandmates were arranged behind her.

Steve stood by a keyboard angled awkwardly toward the camera, his brow furrowed in concentration as though he was taking the photos. His natural charm didn’t seem to help him here. Tony sat perched behind his drum kit, twirling a drumstick in one hand while resting the other on the cymbal, his cocky grin firmly in place. "I was born for this, Nat," he had joked earlier, though the shine of sweat on his brow betrayed his irritation. Bucky stood slightly off-center, his hands on his guitar as though caught mid-strum. His scowl, however, didn’t seem as performative.

And then there was Wanda, holding her bass with practiced ease, her red hair catching the light. She was the only one who looked remotely comfortable, even enjoying the attention. She locked eyes with Natasha and smirked as if to say, 'Just roll with it.'

Natasha sighed under her breath, her hair falling into her face slightly as the photographer barked directions. "Energy! Let’s see some energy!"

"We are," Natasha muttered, rolling her eyes.

"More! More! You're too stiff!"

"This is a photoshoot," Steve said, his voice tight. "Not a porno."

"Less attitude and more energy!" The photographer shouted, ignoring the jab. He sighed before lowering his camera. Mitch hurried to address the band.

"What can I do to get you guys more comfortable?"

Wanda snorted softly, earning a sharp look from the photographer. "I'm sorry, can we do away with the instruments."

"And this hair," Bucky shook his head. "I got a haircut for a reason. Spiking it up with gel is horseshit."

"Fine," Mitch agreed. "We're paying you guys to have fun, right?"

"Yeah," Tony nodded, his tone flat. "Fun. This is it."

Mitch ignored the comment and addressed the photographer. "Alright. No instruments. Let me just..."

She folded her arms and inspected the band. "Okay, Bucky, go and rinse out your hair quickly. Tony, put the glasses back on. Natasha, let's go ahead and take this jacket off."

"Better," Natasha smirked, pushing her hair from her face. "Wanda, I got you." Natasha began to fix the other woman's makeup, swiping the tiniest bit of lipstick from the woman's lip.

"You guys are excellent," Mitch praised. "Natural."

"It's because we are," Tony shrugged.

"Well, let's make it even more natural," Mitch instructed, stepping back to allow the photographer to start shooting again. "Just relax. Imagine the crowd. The energy. The heat."

"We don't usually do a lot of close-ups," Steve pointed out.

"Let's try this," Natasha asked for a chair for a nearby assistant. She didn't want to seem difficult, but their sophomore album cover needed perfection. "Remember that picnic picture we had?"

"I like this idea," Wanda smirked.

"You want us all on a chair?" Steve asked.

"Just me," Natasha said. She leaned back slightly in the sleek studio chair, gripping the microphone loosely in one hand. The chord snaked from her fingers, disappearing out of frame. Her other hand rested casually on Wanda’s shoulder.

Wanda sat cross-legged on the floor between Natasha’s legs, her bass leaning against her thigh as though it were an extension of her body. She tilted her head slightly, her red hair falling over one shoulder, eyes dark and piercing as she stared into the lens.

Around them, the men completed the picture with quiet power.

"Much better," Mitch grinned. "I like this vibe. This is the album cover. The chemistry you have together is perfect. Sexy."

"It's not sexy," Bucky snorted, adjusting his muscle shirt.

"Then how about passionate," Mitch offered.

"Sure, whatever," Bucky replied.

"Be nice," Natasha scolded.

"Okay, let's just finish this," Steve said.

"Perfect. Perfect," Mitch smiled, her eyes glued to the camera's monitor. "Alright, just a couple more shots, and we're done."

The photographer nodded. "We're wrapping up soon, guys."

"Finally," Wanda muttered, running a hand through her hair.

"Everyone say cheese," Mitch teased.

*********

The buzz around Velvet Rebllion's new album, Rebel’s Anthem had hit a fever pitch. The cover art was plastered across streaming platforms and social media. The usual raw, edgy aesthetic resonated instantly with their fans, and rumors of album features continued to swirl.

“Obvious,” the debut single, had officially claimed its spot on the charts, peaking at number six on Billboard'sHott 100. Playlists, reaction videos, and TikToks set to the rhythm were everywhere within the first twenty-four hours. Velvet Rebellion was once again the name on everyone’s lips—this time with a new name in the mix. Yours.

The streams for the song grew a whopping one hundred thousand in the first day. You tried to ignore the lighting of your phone screen as notifications continued to pour in. Suddenly, everyone wanted to know your name and what you were all about. It was an interesting feeling for people to discover you after so long of being lowkey. You were simply a musician's daughter and a football player's ex-wife. There was no way people were checking for you. But they were. This relationship with Natasha had gained the attention of new fans, and the music was adding fuel to the well-lit fire.

Even then, you still had a 9 to 5 where you welcomed the mundane. You were meeting with colleagues, exploring the PR plan of an actress/singer who'd licked a donut in a coffee shop just two days prior.

"We need to keep a positive image for the film's premiere," one exec said.

"That might be a little difficult," you admitted, flipping through the papers on your lap.

"You're telling me," he scoffed.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" the actress turned to you, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Of course," you replied, a smile on your lips. "Anything."

"Are you the best for the job?" She asked. "With my publicist having so much publicity herself, isn't it risky?"

"Oh, you're worried that my private life will somehow get in the way of your wrongdoings?" You tilted your head.

"I'm just saying," she shrugged. "It could happen."

"Well, if it does, you have my word. I will not be involved," you assured her, standing. "Because I wouldn't let myself."

"Good," the actress nodded, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

"And, for the record, I've been doing this six years now, so if you have any more questions about my skill or knowledge," You began. "This charity event is good for you. Pet a dog. Shake some hands. Keep your mouth and tongue to yourself."

The meeting ended shortly after, and you couldn't wait to get home. You were about to pack up and call it a day when you received a video. It was from Natasha, and you clicked play immediately. She danced to your song in her kitchen in a tank top and boxer briefs. You watched as she held a whisk, twirling it around and singing into a spoon.

You laughed as you sat down at your desk to watch. You’d hope she wasn’t posting this on Instagram. The camera panned over to Wanda, who was chopping vegetables. Then it zoomed in on her face and her amusement as she continued cooking.

"What are you doing?" She laughed.

"Getting in the zone," Natasha replied, moving closer to her. She spun again, her hair whipping around her. "Can't cook without music."

"Uh huh," Wanda shook her head, a grin on her lips. "Hi, y/n, come get your girlfriend. She's driving me crazy."

Then, the video ended.

You sent Natasha a few laughing emojis back. Gosh, you loved that woman. That's when you opened up your own Instagram. For the past few months, you haven't posted anything about your relationship other than cheeky snippets on stories. It was about time you did something. Of course, the single release was a perfect excuse.

You scrolled through your photo album to find one Isabella had taken. It was of you cuddling Natasha on the couch a couple of nights ago during movie night. She looked completely relaxed and serene as you looked into her eyes adoringly.

You smiled, your finger hovering over the picture. It was a quiet, intimate moment, one of those rare slices of normalcy. The glow of the TV in the background, the way her head rested against yours—it wasn’t just a good photo; it was the photo.

You quickly typed out a caption:

"When your favorite song is also your favorite person. Congratulations on the single release, my love. ‘Obvious’ is out now, and I couldn’t be prouder of you. ❤️✨ #VelvetRebellion #RebelsAnthem"

Satisfied, you hit Post.

Within minutes, the comments started rolling in. Fans of the band—Natasha’s, yours, or both—flooded in with love.

"Omg, y’all are so cute!!! 😍"

"Wait, this is the first time you’ve posted her!!! I’m crying!!!"

"The queen deserves the love. Congrats to Natasha and the band!!! 🔥"

and then Natasha added her comment.

"You're the song and the lyrics 🖤"

And, of course, a flood of emojis followed.

Your cheeks were burning. She was so damn sweet.

Your phone vibrated again with a text from Natasha.

“You finally did it, huh? Are you posting about me now? Bold.”

You laughed, typing back:

“It’s about time. You’re worth the hype.”

Her response came almost instantly.

“I better be. Now everyone officially knows you’re mine.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. Natasha and her little possessive streak—it always made your heart race.

A new notification popped up—this time a DM from Wanda.

"Thank you for distracting her. She’s been on a high all week because of the single, which drives me insane. You owe me coffee for keeping her in check at rehearsal."

You grinned, firing off a quick reply.

“Deal. But you know you love her too.”

But as you scrolled through the comments and watched the likes climb, the reality of the whirlwind ahead hit you. Press runs, small performances on late-night shows, endless interviews, and the tour planning that would come after—it was only the beginning. Life was about to get hectic, a blur of airports and green rooms, flashing cameras, and sleepless nights. A part of you felt excited, and you couldn't believe it. 

---> next part

[wing-ed-thing]

Chaotic Best Friend Headcanons with Hidan

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Canon-Typical Themes and Violence, Partying, Mutual Physical Violence, Name Calling (bitch/asshole/bastard)

𓆃 It quite literally doesn't matter how many brain cells you have on your own. It doesn't even matter if you have a completely different demeanor to Hidan.

𓆃 When you're together, you pass one (1) brain cell back and forth, and the base of your friendship is mutually doing stupid shit together.

𓆃 Hidan will suggest ditching an Akatsuki meeting while someone's mid-monologue, and all it takes for him to start heading toward the door is a nod and a shrug from you.

𓆃 You're constantly dip from places without warning. It's become common knowledge to keep an eye on you, but then again, if someone's keeping an eye on the both of you, it'll only encourage more of your antics.

𓆃 You're constantly hitting each other, or at least trying to. If Hidan says something stupid, it's within the nature of your friendship that you just slap him. Punch him if it's really stupid.

𓆃 He's not afraid to break out the weaponry if you're having a serious fued. All kinds of injuries are fair game.

𓆃 But no matter how heated your argument gets, they never last for long. You're making up pretending nothing happened almost an hour later, if that.

𓆃 If anything, you'll talk about the injuries you gave each other in a half-complaint and half with admiration.

𓆃 You're almost never separated, and the time you spend together is usually spent playing made-up games with obscure rules.

𓆃 One of these games, most commonly played on missions, includes the highest kill count per outing which includes bonus points based on where the kill shot landed.

𓆃 This game has been outright banned by the leadership, because oftentimes to even the score, you make kills that are outside of the target demographic.

𓆃 Not to mention how at least Hidan tends to call out his points loudly.

𓆃 He oftentimes needs his calculations corrected, and will turn combative when you imply that his numbers are lower than they actually are.

𓆃 It's likely that you'll end up engaging in combat with each other until you inevitably realize that your catch got away. Then, it's an even more insufferable game of chasing the same target.

𓆃 The survivor will meet their end while you're fighting over them.

𓆃 You'll also bicker constantly over information, whether it's right, and what the details are. Doing tasks together is almost impossible given how often Hidan misunderstands basic information.

𓆃 But for as much as you fight with each other, no one should dare fuck with either of you and expect to survive.

𓆃 Sure, Hidan can call you an asshole and a bitch, but if that random guy at the bar dares call you names, Hidan isn't wasting any time making a killing blow.

𓆃 "Hey! I'm the only bastard who can call that asshole a bitch!"

𓆃 Hidan's also down to roll with whatever idea you ever have. If you want to go burn a whole village down because your date stood you up, Hidan is picking himself off the couch and grabbing his cloak because, "What else is he going to do?"

𓆃 He's also 100% ride or die and willing to go along with the longest plans if it means fun. 3 day bender? Hidan's not doing anything else.

𓆃 Don't want to go to the club alone? Hidan already knows the bartender and can get you free drinks.

𓆃 Want to make your ex jealous and pretend you have a new boyfriend, Hidan is down for a photoshoot.

𓆃 He can be a little too ride or die. He's bound to get arrested at some point for picking fights, but it's undeniable that he makes plenty of exceptions for you and your word.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: The soundtrack for theses headcanons is "Aliyah's Interlude - IT GIRL" on repeat. I had to find this song to write these headcanons to and I set it on loop until I was done.

[lasisgood]

Steven showing up instead of marc one day (could be separate bodies or not works either way) in marvel rivals. Marc is freaking out Steven's NOT going there it's too chaotic for him! And konshu's like well he offered, saw you were tired and went instead

Marc is panicking the stress of fighting non stop would be too much for steven.

Meanwhile, steven is highly adaptable and is actually doing pretty good. It turns his brain off. He sets traps he even comes up with strategies for his teammates, he thought of while fighting. Once he knows no one is actually dying, he goes to town and makes a little game of it for himself and maybe his team.

Everyone is scared of moonknight or Mr knight cause he's giggling like a schoolgirl and is extremely accurate and his traps are terrifying. If there's a double of one of the team and steven takes em out with one of his plans they mentally hope they'll never have to fight him cause that's terrifying.

Meanwhile marc wants to show up and protect steven, wants him to not have to stress over their fights. He's hoping they have a good healer. What if steven gets hurt? Meanwhile konshu is like holy shit. And he's messing with steven constantly and steven and him are fighting since the team can hear konshu they're like they made this guy moon knight for a reason holy shit. He's arguing with a god.

But steven is steven and he's cheerful and smart and he'll take his mask off cause damn is it hot under that thing and everyone's kinda crushing on him now cause daaamn.

Steven knows some of them from what marc has said about them and he knows their names so he's excited to meet them.

Peni thinks he's wicked smart and wants to hangout with him. She also thinks he's a soft boy and is totally adorable. Doreen greene is kinda thinking of maybe switching her crush of wolverine to moonknight cause...he's cute..

Starlord is having a crisis cause moon knight is actually really cute with his curls and adorable face.

Venom wonders what a god brained brain would taste like but puts it aside. Mr knight is actually very nice. Too nice to eat. As Eddie would say.

Punisher is confused he knows moon knight and is like you're not marc? And steven shrugs I'm steven.

Steven adores Jeff the shark. He's like you're so cool with your lil jaws theme song and your nom nom nomies and everyone hearing steven is like he's so cute we gotta protect him at all costs. Jeff in his mind is like I will eat everyone in this room and then kill myself if anyone tries to hurt steven

Update : if they're in separate bodies : marc shows up in his moon knight suit and is like steven you okay?! And he's worried and Mr knight is like ya I'm good. You look even more bloody handsome in that suit. While marc just chuckles as steven tells him what he did today.

Everyone else :O omg there's 2 of them.

Punisher : oh there you are Marc who's the guy?

Marc : this is steven. He's not supposed to be here because I told him it was too dangerous but here he is

Steven : you seemed tired everytime you came back to the flat i wanted to help.

Marc just sighs cause he can't stay mad at Steven even if he tried

Peni parker is like moon knight yaoi...

Luna freaking chokes cause peni no. And she's a bit sad cause steven was really cute but she ships it too

Squirrel girl : so are you two like.... roommates?....*gasp* and they were room mates...

Steven (who's still trying to get a girlfriend. It's not gonna work tho he's got marc now) what? We're friends...

Marc internally seething because he wants to be more than that with steven :...

Mantis picks up on it instantly : I sense jealousy. In moon knight. :)

[ramayantika]

Old desiblr as a locality post

A day in Desiblr gully

It's 5am and some of them are going to sleep now after having a good screentime duration while posting, "I need to stop being chronically online." Some of the artists are busy decorating their walls with their dream vacation and outfits photos and calling it a moodboard. Their houses look the prettiest because everything is set according to an aesthetic.

It's 7am now. The early risers are posting good morning messages and other teens are getting ready for catching their school vehicles while liveblogging their activities before eating one last morsel of their breakfast. A random 18 year old is getting scolded by his friend to not skip meals again or she will come with a knife. College going peeps are watching all of this silently. Some are glad that they are done with school. No more waking up at 6 and getting ready while some feel nostalgic looking at these kids doing the things they once did.

"Guys aaj meine aloo paratha banayi hai!" A girl posts a photo of makhan maar ke aloo paratha and few others immediately rush inside her house to have her delicious parathe. Someone then says, "yaar mujhe bhi aisi parathe bannani hai."

It's 12pm. The gully is a little silent now. Students preparing for competitive exams are studying. School going kids are busy with school while desperately wanting to rush home to their Desiblr gully and narrate what Mrs A said to their friend or the latest drama in their lives. Some people have saved paintings and poetry quotes to tag their friends who always stand with them and appreciate their work. They never tell them this, but they know that if they make it big in publishing something, a major credit will go to their friends for reading or appreciating their work.

And finally it's 3pm. The sun is high up in the sky. The lanes are filled with chitter chatter of school kids coming back. Some are announcing that they finally proposed their crush while some are busy debating if the said person likes them or not. Their faces are a little tired but their hearts are brimming with enthusiasm. It's good to be home. They eagerly head home and freshen themselves.

'I need to thank didi for sharing those maths tips. Only due to her, I got 97% in maths."

Here everybody eats lunch together. There are tables and mats laid in the common garden. So many dishes belonging to different cuisines prepared by everyone from different states of India is served here. There are sweets and very spicy foods. Some got local desi refreshing drinks to beat the summer while some got their delicious homemade achaar.

Do you hear someone singing? Yeah they are the singers of our neighbourhood. It's a desi mehfil. Some of them have been training in music while some join in to vibe. It's a fun activity nevertheless. The mic is open, you can join in anytime.

It's 5pm. Some of them took an afternoon nap and woke up dazed. A tent is set up. It's a cultural evening today, I think. Wait for it, we may not have the best costumes and stage arrangements but we have got some talented performers. Love lorn poets have got their poems out, the dancers are dancing on movie songs while some choose devotional pieces. Look at her, she sings so well! The crowd is singing with her too. Wait for another hour and you will see some of our amazing photographers and painters with their brilliant artistry.

Now everybody is heading to study and take cars of their other jobs. Some are cleaning their homes (blogs) and painting the walls after they saw a movie and want their house (blog theme) to match the colour scheme. Is there a warm happy feeling in your heart? There is always this feeling in the air here.

Well this small neighbourhood is pretty and chaotic. Sometimes you might feel as if you do not fit in. Everyone looks intimidating. Their are scuffles and fights too at times. But just wait for a while and give time, you will find your own circle too. Be prepared to take care of some absolute unhinged friends too for they be taking some really impulsive decisions.

I think it's 10pm now. Some are having dinner right now with their friends. There is a boy busy completing his assignments after procrastinating the whole day (he made his friends bully him to make him complete it)

Do you know we maybe young, very young but we got hearts and somewhere a little wisdom too. This is the place to be yourself the way you are. You don't need to pretend here. We cry loudly and laugh loudly too. Our friends have seen the best and worst of us yet they choose to stay with us through thick and thin.

It's midnight. Someone announced that they are leaving this place saying, "it's time to move on friends. You all made my life brighter and I am so grateful for each on you." See how every person goes and hugs them. Some have started crying but they all choose to let them go. It's only for the best, they say. 'Just remember us in your memories. We wish you all the best, friend! Goodbye! Our doors will always be open for you if you ever decide to come back.'

It's dawn once again. Someone will come up with a new poem as an aubade to wake up sleepy heads for school. O look, a group of girls are singing devotional songs. It's a beautiful start, isn't it.

This is our colourful little community. Humari Desiblr gully...

[upslapmeal]

The Devil's Chord

For context going into this episode, I can name off the top of my head.....3 Beatles songs? idk I'd probably recognise more but I was v much hoping this episode didn't hinge on having any actual emotional attachment to them lol

that kid is excellently cast, really looks the part

RIP Henry your great casting was cut short too soon

very chaotic vibes from Maestro!

the theme on the piano!!

the theme on the jukebox!!

‘I want to see the Beatles’ followed by the most cute serious face <3

sure Doctor you've never been to see them but you've had the space time visualiser!

lmao Ruby and Fifteen are so much fun

pure vibes and here for a good time!

1963!!

meanwhile One is busy kidnapping Ian and Babs lol

so. gonna guess from their faces it’s not an actual Beatles song

poor Fifteen dying at the orchestra and Ruby just 😐😐 *pat on the back*

hey it’s that lady again!

do these people look like the Beatles? I feel like they don't but again. I don't really know what they did look like

so my question with all this is.. why still make music if music isn't a thing any more?

why are the Beatles formed as a group and recording with someone encouraging them in the control room?

why even set up a recording studio at all?? I guess it speaks to the underlying human-ness of music

that even when musicality is gone, people are still forcing themselves to make some sort of music

yeah I feel like I should care more about the Beatles lol

Lennon and McCartney just. immediately baring their souls

feels weird watching this and knowing it's about someone who's still alive

'GEGGC'....ah ~~music~~

'we had bad smog in November ’62' I love how the Doctor speaks like a reminiscing Londoner bc that's what he was!!

Susan mention red alert!!!

‘timelords were murdered. :D I’M FINE’ sure

Ruby's theme!

interesting that in-universe it’s music she wrote for someone else

the giggle!!

‘you never hide’ I get that Fifteen and Ruby were instant besties but she's speaking like someone who's known the Doctor way longer than 3 adventures

the sonic screwdriver being sonic!!

RIP piano granny

‘defeating him took everything*’ * catching a ball

‘you always know’ idk if it's a symptom of the reduced episode count but it does feel like they've skipped over a fair bit of Ruby and Fifteen getting to know each other

‘I was born in 2004’ 👵🏻

oh so it’s been 6 months since the last ep??

again I guess the reduced ep count has meant speeding through but :/

‘where’s my mum’ :(((

I like the un-music that Murray Gold has going on for this bit. v effective.

child of the Toymaker??

‘now time for my ppt presentation about nuclear winter’

'the lost chord' - I feel like they could have done a lil bit more with that at the start bc it didn't feel as though the guy played anything particularly unusual or special?

lol Fifteen kissing the tardis better. I mean it seemed to work

the Doctor leaving Actual Musician Ruby Sunday in the control room while he tries to play a guitar

‘I thought that was non-diegetic’ lmao I guess it makes sense that the whole episode's music is being messed with

‘there’s a hidden song deep inside her soul’ hmmmm

...secret evil power Ruby??

excellent visual of her held up by the music in the snow

they're lucky Maestro doesn't seem interested in just. killing them.

‘music battle’ this is so weird. not sure if it's weird in a way I'm enjoying

this ep has felt a bit....meandering isn't the word but I don't know what is

lmao the nostalgic voiceover…not-Lennon totally unfazed by magical floating notes...reading them even though they absolutely cannot be read because there’s no stave

danse macabre!

it’s just so funny that it's the most boring-ass chord that defeats Maestro

the thing is the ep did v little to establish these guys as Characters To Root For outside them being Beatles and I just. don't care

I'd be interested to know if Beatles fans felt more about them saving the day

musical number!!

that shot of Fifteen vibing in the spotlight is so much fun!

and the one of him and everyone in the control room watching Ruby!

the world has been deprived of music for so long that of course it explodes into a musical number!!

and a certain Mr H Arbinger returns…I imagine that's not the last we'll see of him

what a fun end lol

I dunno about this one, it had good stuff but some of it was a bit all over the place and weird in a way that I didn't enjoy that much. And some of the music-specific stuff just idk. didn't land.

Also I rewatched the ep before editing my notes but I watched it as ep4 which honestly made Fifteen and Ruby's dynamic seem less rushed (and then there wasn't the weirdness in Boom of Ruby not going to a planet for the first 6 months of travelling).

I don't know. Mixed bag this one.

[pikabysss]

I just need to talk about Blazblue music for a sec, more precisely, talk about Hazama's theme and make a short character analysis afterward....

(I hid it under the cut. It was getting long.)

One of the many reasons I like Hazama so much is because of his theme song's second version: Gluttony Fang II.

Okay, I'm not going to talk about the name, but I just need to say how it's intriguing how a character like Hazama is associated with gluttony and not Wrath or Envy. (Or Lust, but Lust is Jin's thing, with his theme song 'LUST Sin'. Lust in maj, yes, as if I couldn't read it.) They really chose the weirdest sins and twisted it. Like, seriously, you see that man, and you do not jump at the conclusion of: "Ah! Yes! Gluttony." Even Jin seems more lustful than Hazama seems gluttonous. However, his Astral Finish of a snake voring devouring his victim is quite intriguing...

But I honestly thought his theme song was Azrael's the first time I saw the names.

Anyway, name aside, the music itself is... well, taste is subjective, and it's more what it is showing/telling that interests me. Okay, let's get another something out of the way: I noticed Hazama has long fingers, and he often place them in a crooked or weird position. Like, he got a flexible hand and, therefore, fingers and they're animated like, you know, someone trying to get the attention of a cat. So, I just told myself, "Yeah, he has pianist fingers."

And how does Gluttony Fang II uncut start with!? A piano solo! And his la noire estethic just screams piano too, like, COME ON! This is GREAT!

The solo itself is great too. It starts serene, showing his how his façade is: polite and innofensive guy, but then get progressively more unhinged. (Honestly, I always picture Hazama playing the Piano part in my head. Like, him struggling to not let his façade slip while he plays, but eventually ends up mashing the keys. And, if you listen closely, you can FEEL the damn keys getting hit harder.)

I think the piano part really represents Hazama. Then, the electronic percussion and electric guitar gets in, and that's his Terumi side fully showing. But, since Chronophantasma was when they started to separate Hazama from Terumi, they had to make a HAZAMA theme and not a TERUMI theme. Anyway, that's how I see it. There are many more emotions into the song now. More than just adrenaline and anxiety and rage from his first version. There's some calmer piano moments shoved into the song, like saying that Hazama is more there than before. But the combination of the piano and guitar during the song shows that he has 2 sides too, and the way the notes gets chaotic sometimes on the piano's end, is just like Hazama trying to get control over that Terumi side. Even when they separate, we can agree that Hazama did not get rid of his Terumi side completely, as if Terumi was a bad infection left on him. So, even when the music gets way calmer and serene for a bit, it gets back at being heart pumping and anxiety inducing.

But, it's really a chaotic song because Hazama is a chaotic character. The sadder or more serene part could be a hint toward his past as Kazuma (who was basically a uwu soft guy). So, I kinda see it more like a Kazuma vs. Terumi kinda song, where they fight over control over that vessel, which is Hazama. However, the beginning is purely Hazama, indecisive and getting insane over the fact that he's basically two entity at once and that he doesn't want to pick a side.

Hazama is a sad character overall. There's two sides to a coin, but the coin falls on its border, which is something that shouldn't be happening. It's like Hazama has two choices: either he becomes Terumi (ally with Terumi) or becomes Kazuma (ally with Trinity), but he wants neither. He wants to be Hazama, but for that, he needs to develop his feelings. Otherwise, he's nothing but just a vessel to either souls to use. I do believe a part of Kazuma is inside Hazama. Nobody can deny that, I think. But Hazama is rejecting it just like he is rejecting Terumi. Which, I don't think he realises it, makes him suffer more than if he decided to choose. He's trying so hard to find a reason to exist, but for what reason? He could simply give up everything and go back with Terumi. He clearly has values and a will. He just doesn't understand it himself: That choosing a side hurts him and that he would rather be free. For someone as smart when it comes to perceiving other's emotions, he really sucks at introspection. That hole in his chest is clearly not the only thing that made him suffer. It just made him suffer MORE than the other stuff. Suffer so much that he managed to realise it.

Okay, so... Hazama is one of the best characters to write about '[...] is bad at feelings' kind of fics. That's... that's literally the major part of his character. That and the desire to find oneself.

[bathoarchives]

In Conversation With Ascension Plea's

By Atang Moalosi & Tefo Kosie

Since their debut, the music collective Ascension Plea’s has been steadily building a loyal following with their genre-fluid approach to music. In this interview, the group talk about their latest release, Street Waltz along with their creative process as a collective, and also share how they balance group projects with their individual releases.

How did it feel having amassed immense success on the last project with the lead single 'Im Glad' gaining global traction?

It was a beautiful achievement, and very much expected because for the most part we are very intentional with how we do things. We pushed I’m Glad in the best way possible known to us and the album itself. The way we’re so genuine with each other too when making the music and outside of it breeds this kind of success and it’s no surprise and the fans made it happen.

''good, great actually! It was unexpected but pleasantly so, we always believed in our music. yet we're still truly humbled and still very grateful. The overpour in positive reception was life-changing''. - Briann BC

You just released your debut album last year, and on top of that, you also released individual projects and now a second project. Where are you getting all the time, and what keeps you going?

We’re chipping it all off from the time we should be sleeping, it’s literal sleepless nights and again being intentional, scheduling always pushing consistency with growing our art.

''Sacrifices, we have lots on our plates but we will always create a window to work towards the music, which is much bigger than us anyway. It is part of our everyday lives now. We’ve made working on music a norm''. - spacerover

Speaking of individual projects, how has your approach been to creating them since the start of Ascension Pleas?

It’s become better . Do you see how cool and great we are? Cool plus cool gone make another cooler thing when brought together. We inspire each other. Briann can come up with the most lyrical verse and you’ll see space come up with the craziest harmony to match that. You’ll hear a song made by an individual on a solo mission within the group and that will inspire the next guy with his own thing.

''It has been a boost creatively. Ever since we met, our ideas in general and our approaches to making music have benefited greatly thanks to the collaborative effort put in by each individual member, irrespective of it being an Ascension Plea’s song or a solo release from either of the crew. We understand now that even on a solo release there’s still going to be lots of collaboration . For example even if it is just a Banzai song on paper, you'll likely find space rover backings or Lucas might direct the music video or Hokage might be behind the production, in a nutshell we understand that AP is a community and that results in our output getting better and better every single time. 5 heads are better than 1''. -Briann BC

Your EP is titled Street Waltz, does it have any relation to one of the tracks in your debut album "Hood Waltz" and what was the idea behind this EP?

Yes it does. The name came from Lucas Chubbs when he was tryna plan a show for Ascension Plea’s which was something we wanted to make as a mix of class and street themes and that’s also kind of what the EP sounds like. Songs like Backrubs and Too loud have the classy slow sensational vibe while songs like Barena and WTTB are more of like a fun chaotic street experience.

‘Hood Waltz’ was an inspiration in terms of just the name but ‘STREET WALTZ’ comes from the theme of the music. Also in part inspired by our show (listening session for the EP), looking at where we are all from, we believe that we understand what people our age are into. They like street/classy stuff and the music takes from that. Songs like ‘backrubs’ or ‘too loud' are very classy and then you have songs like ‘What They Talkin’ Bout’ that are more street culture oriented so the project takes heavily from that duality as well''. -Lucas Chubbs

Visuals are also one of your selling points as a collective, what goes on behind the scenes when it comes to preparing or shooting the videos, the styling etc?

We have a beautiful community that we’re proud of that’s made of different creatives. All these people are our friends and people who genuinely love and respect what we do. Starting out with music production to the end product of video production. Usually, Lucas Chubbs, Dreamhills Studio and Thabo April take the lead with the visuals we have had so far. It’s really just fun when you’re doing it with your people.

''Prior to the actual shooting day, we will try to prepare everything the best we can (vision boards, scripts, budgets, set design ideas, styling, etc.) but for the most part. It’s a collaborative effort once we are on set. Some ideas wouldn't be what they are without everyone putting their piece into the jigsaw. There's no set formula, we just try by all means to execute whoever's vision it is on that day. But shout out to everyone that has helped us whether it’s a muse or videographer or any other unsung heroes''. -Tadiwa Phiri of DreamHills Studio speaking on behalf of Ascension Plea's as a part of the team*

You have been working with Dreamhills Studio for most of the promotion of your music. How did you meet them, and how has your experience working with them been?

Lucas Chubbs introduced DreamHills to Ascension Plea’s during a music camp that we planned in G North and that's when we started shooting a documentary for everything we do and it built on doing more projects with them. It’s the coolest partnership we’ve had so far.

''Our first proper collaboration was when we decided to do a Music Camp in G-North for a documentary/movie that would capture our process creating songs from our first album and DreamHills had agreed to document the entire process. (The 'De beers' video was shot that same weekend). We’ve been locked in ever since, 10/10'' -Lucas Chubbs

Each one of you has a different approach to making music but one would say you are connected through elements of RnB and rap, how did you learn to work around your unique ways of making music?

With this one we’d say things just kinda work and it’s a bit inexplicable. We just kinda have this relationship that works as peers and understand what each of us has to do or what we can do with a common goal in mind you know, it’s God’s work, something we’re just blessed to have, a perfect synergy.

''The best way to explain it is that Ascension Plea’s is a melting pot of different approaches. It’s honestly just a coincidence that individually our music falls into the categories of ‘Rap’ or ‘RnB’ or whatever but the key takeaway is that we are all very open-minded. Case and point ‘Barena’. For a lot of musicians it's very easy to plateau as an artist if you conform to one genre. It’s something we don't even think about anymore. Almost everything that we make is genre-fluid''. -Hookage

Are there any tracks in Street Waltz where the song was just spontaneous, like it was just vibes and not much thought into it?

All of them, for real it’s that easy.

''Pretty much all of them. We never really put too much thought into any of the songs, we just go with the flow of whatever it is that we are feeling/whatever mood we are in''. -Banzai

Take us through the process of making Barena, its the first track of yours where you fully sang and rapped in setswana

spacerover came up with the idea. He got the beat from Hookage and discussed the idea with Briann and Lucas during one of the sessions when Banzai and Hookage weren’t there and they did their thing, Banzai followed through later and killed his part too.

''Obviously we try to be as versatile as possible, and in doing that, expand our creativity and expand the message we are putting out there. Because we are Batswana, ideally, we will want to embrace our culture, embracing our ethnicity, embracing our nationality. It brings us to rapping/singing in Setswana. We connected with our roots''. - Spacerover

[For hookage] As much as each member of the group can produce music, you are pretty much the lead producer, do the other always look forward to you having the beats when making a track or it's more of an equal input?

I’d say both, all of the guys know how to produce, Chubbs and Banzai are still learning and getting good at it but know how to compose and always have significant input where needed but for the most part if I don’t cook up alone I’m making a beat with space. We all know how good I am and the guys inspire and contribute to how good I get too, it takes a good producer-artist relationship to make good music like we do and for the growth that we show to be as evident as it is. Briann is crazy with it, he made that Backrubs beat before the beat switch and that was a crazy beat for real.

The first project a lot of the beats were from 2-3 years ago but only in this new project are there beats I made from scratch, but even in terms of the reception of my beats, they (the rest of AP) have just always liked my sound, irrespective to how different each beat may sound compared to the last one, so it was easy for me to play them whatever. Sometimes I make a beat then BC adds something or Space Adds something or whoever else, we have just cultivated a culture of working together on everything, production included.

[For hookage] You made an appearance on briann's EP trust the process and you were rapping, have you ever tried to get into rapping or you've always wanted be a producer only?

‘Before i started making beats my cousins got me into rapping but as time went on I realised I actually really like making beats in comparison to rapping over them, I still dabble here and there but I primarily produce records now, Not really l, I might play around with it but nah.. I’m great at producing/beatmaking and that’s what I love and wanna stick to.

You have had a handful of live experiences with fans to support the release of your projects as a group and individually, how is that important to you especially in the context of how a lot of local artists in Botswana aren't given the best opportunities and experiences to perform in events?

It’s just encouraging but we have this thing whereby we just feel it’s important to do you… regardless of being given opportunities or not, go make or do your own thing, you’ll learn more from all that and build your community from all that with your team and the fans, you’ll find your people.

''We always try to make it a full experience; we don't just want it to end on virtual platforms. We want to enhance the journey for our supporters. Engage. It’s very important.'' -Banzai

[For spacerover] One would say that you are the main vocalist of the group, how do you work around with the other members who are rappers?

It’s like we said it just works, we understand each other and are blessed to know and be good at our own roles, it’s mostly about unity, creating a song with artists that come with their own context means me embracing myself as an artist in my own context as well. It’s not rappers/singers per say, we all see each other as creatives. We choose to dwell on creating as a unit as opposed to rapping or singing. For me, It's nothing uncomfortable. It helps create something more wholesome.

Featuring a lot of artists is something that both fans and artists might be skeptical of, how do you deal with featuring more artists considering that there is five of you, is it something you enjoy doing or you find it overstimulating?

Eish Eish Eish Eish Eish !!!!! It’s cool and all but it’s not something you just do. With the music before we call someone for that or they call us, it has to make sense and we must have some kind of genuine connection. We pay attention though to who’s fly out here besides us and there a lot of fly talent. Maybe one day we can do a REVENGE OF THE DREAMERS inspired mixtape with the people out here, if it happens then it will happen, that would be cool.

''It’s more so about the end product. We have featured songs that are 3 mins, we have featured songs that are 6 mins, so the number of people on the song isn't an issue. The big question is, ‘Is this enhancing or taking away from the song as a listening experience?’ In the past (and I'm sure in the future as well), we’ve had to make executive decisions like rearranging the order in which the verses are delivered, or even removing certain features completely. The music takes top priority before we just start stacking features for the sake of having cool features. It’s not a big deal for us. We know we can deliver with or without assistance from any artist .'' -Briann BC

[for Lucas Chubbs] you directed two music videos from this project, what inspired you to take up the role of a director in these videos?

I know all these brothers really well and I have a vivid imagination and know what looks cool for me and I trust in that, so I always aim to make something cool enough to express or display how fly we are in our videos and I’m a really big observer. I feel as though I have a firm grasp on how cool everybody is/the music is. After listening to any of the songs, depending on how it makes me feel, I will always find a way to express how every member can be depicted in a way that matches how cool the music is while also capturing who we are visually. I will plan for the shoots and I just try to bring to life what I see mentally.

[for banzai] how did the collaboration with the amazing Mpho Sebina on your last project Hiatus Tapes' come about?

That’s gang, that’s my sister, that’s family, man. We’ve always known about each other’s work and shown love. When the chance presented itself, we just made it happen—and we’re here now. I sent her an idea, one day we met at the studio, and that was it. It wasn’t anything crazy.

[for briann] your last project 'Trust The Process' emanated of heavy RnB influence what was the thought process behind that decision specifically?

I’m heavily inspired by soulful sounds and a lot of it was just me trying to connect with that. and like space said, we consider ourselves as artists and creatives so if it emanated RnB, I’d like to think it also emanated Jazz, Hip Hop, and more. I don't necessarily have a lane that I want to direct my music into. I love producing and I love writing, that’s all the thought that went into that. It sounded like that because I liked how it sounded.

How does your songwriting process usually go?

We just do whatever, Hook makes the beat or one of us might and it just happens in so many different ways, so yeah it’s also very inexplicable, it happens in all kinds of situations but it’s always a fun process so far.

''We never really go in any particular order, whoever has the first idea goes first and anyone that can top that will top it and that carries on until the song ends''. Banzai

From a previous interview we did with hookage, he told us of how you guys met but we would like for you guys to take us through the moment where you actually made your first track as Ascension Pleas

We all have our own experiences or story with that but the main important one would be that we met or it was made possible by Lucas. Lucas met every member individually at different times, he’d been friends with spacerover from their hometown since junior school, met with Banzai and Hookage through socials supporting each other and building a friendship with the music being the foundation of it all. He met Briann through Pablo%8 at a couple music shows like Perfect Noise. Eventually Lucas would go off to invite the guys and a few more people in his space to do workshops or make music and do a bunch of creative activities with the aim to build a new community and the people who were consistent with it were the 5 members we have now. The first song made was ROLLS ROYCE MUSIC.Unknown to the other three members that they were all going to meet Lucas and space had invited the others for a music session on a busy day at Lucas’s room at the UB school campus. Hookage had been making beats all day in the room and was joined by Banzai while LOAFS duo was out and Briann later joined. The two came back to a banger being made and finished it off and now we’re here

''Everybody has their own story of how it happened but I met every member individually first and because I felt like there were certain genuine traits that I liked about each member I thought making or becoming a community was a good idea. It started with us just coming through to share or just have conversations. It eventually grew to us being able to make music together. It was one of those things where ‘if you were meant to be there, YOU WERE THERE’. The first song we got to make was ‘Rolls Royce Music’. That song started with Banzai and Hookage recording in my room in UB, then Bc came and eventually space and I as well. A bunch of other people showed face in the early stages of AP but the 5 of us are the people who stayed consistent and now here we are''.- Lucas

Do you guys plan on taking it overseas or remaining locally and pioneering a movement?

Definitely! We plan on taking over the world and being an inspiration to the generations after us, there’s no doubt we’ll make it

We plan on taking over the whole world

photos by @dreamhillsstudio and @bitchassniggawtf

[xnovicexofxreasonx]

CURSE OF BEING BACK

We're Home 2025

Now that's better.

We are on a familiar territory here, listening to the good, the old, the fart music. So are the smells, familiar (mostly of cash and death).

The year of Goings Backs: now it's BLACK CURSE again, it was the second ever gig here on the shores of the sound (not really, but will you count stuff from over 9 years ago?). Ironic, that return to the first ever gonna be tomorrow.

Asynchronicity aside, it's a new place also (gonna be the theme of the year) - itsy-bitsy club up two stairways, and the first thing that welcomes you on a website is "child friendly" (gonna be the theme of the year). So, to be outside comfort zone i took a metro there.

And what a welcome surprise - there was no warm up announced, so local death metal enforcement (metal militia if you will) stepped in. We meet again, UNDERGANG.

Same beer powered gory dm from local beer-quartet. Strange choice i'd say, not unwelcome tho.

So, the crowd. Now that is just comforting (?) to realize, that at least 70% of public around have an aging bowel control. The battle-jackets (patchtrees?), the hairduders, the bald-brigade, that fleeting name for the ultimate metal oldfart - the usuals. Stand closer to the hairs, they make good fans. Another contrast - people here are standing in roomy rows - now that is a thoughtful ventilation i'd say.

UNDERGANG never disappoints: you never expect anything anyway - but as the old as time itself bored-to-death-riffs come, something very goregrind-y comes as well. All that with the brand of a natural beerpowered guttural voicework. Drummer is a beast ™️ ofk: hobo with a shotgun doing his best Beeeeeaaaans (now, now it looks better!) cosplay. The boys played all the hits, joked all the good jokes about the place (the end of metro line), the time (wednesday evening), the beer (skål!). Finished on a high note: the guy from BLACK CURSE guest drumming best songs. The guy is a machine (for a guitarist), but probably The Beast himself also. (Apparently he is drumming in SPECTRAL VOICE, nice). There was kinda perfect sound, surprisingly.

Anyway, short break, i wrote some of the letter to Misha (i like the multitemporal stuff right here, as i write it on another gig later that week). So, the BLACK CURSE.

The fellas from the legendary Denver, Colorado ™️ dropped a colossal banger at the end of last year: the first time i read about them couple of years ago was from a music blog; the praises for the second album i've read in a different music blog - kinda digital synchronicity. Anyway, what they're doing is just one of the best fucking chaos on that whole warmetal front - second only to kings of TEITANBLOOD.

Yet again the boys elevated the incomprehensibly chaotic b-dm blend by on point visuals: rusty chains (doublechecked - they're real!), dusty clothes, moody lights (at one point the second, brutal, guitarguy reprimanded some elder photolady for using flash), etc. Same team as last time too - (in order of thickness of chains) - the intensely bald and eye-bulging drummer (no chain), the demonically possessed lead guy Eli (thinnest but most evil looking chain), the tall cowboy-boy bassboy, and the immensely brutal (if you know you know) second player (brutal chain on par). Music is, well, incomprehensible no stops-no bullshit evil wall-of-sound noise metal stuff we all need and love. But that time i finally got it - all that chaos is carefully and precisely constructed with a lot of pedals and layers and stuff, so it is not a random dirty sounds - it is an elevated art form, fuck yeah!

Yeah, well that shit you can only see live, and coupled with the natural demonic possession happening in front of your eyes - that's what we call 'living' here.

Last time there was no encore - one and done deal, but having legacy album makes sense to do the usual encore-shenanigans. Some girl (swedish i assume) next to me tried to have me shouting band name during The Ritual of Summonig, but i decided not to disappoint her by saying it was inevitable anyway - so just told her "i'm shy".

After the last banger - went strait for the metro, no stops, no bullshit.

Had a nice ride together with one patchtree duder and the old-fart (us three across the whole train).

Sweet.

7-8/05/2025

[starriniqhts]

HIIU OMG PERFECT TIMING CUZ I WAS READING THEORIES AND OMG. SO !!! TAESAN GAVE OUT A SPOILER IN WEVERSE and ong it sounded familiar. i hit translation and it contained the words "feels good" THIS IS DEF FAMILIAR—WOONHAK MENTIONED IT IN THE CON !! HE SAID SMTH ALONG THE LINE OF "*(INAUDIBLE) IN KOREA, 느낌이 좋다 (neukkim-i johda) which means it feels good" SMTH LIKE THAT AND ACCORDJNG TO A TRANSLATION FRM TWT (ON TAESAN'S COMMENT) "FG" SHOWED UP so maybe JUST MAYBE (by maybe i mean 99%... or 50% im not that confident 😞) THEIR MAIN/ONE OF THE TRACKS MIGHT BE TITLED FEELS GOOD (FG) IT HAS TO BE, RIGHT? RIGHT. PLUS I'VE ALSO SEEN THAT NO GENRE MIGHT HAVE, WELL.. NO GENRE AND SO NO GENRE IS AN EP SO WE MIGHT GET 6-7 SONGS AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE MIGHT BE A DIFF GENRE. ANDDDD (another theory i found !!!!) woonhak might potentially be the main charac for this one cuz based on zico's story, it had these emojis: ⛄️🚫🎶 wherein 🚫🎶 means no genre BUT FOR ⛄️ HE (ZICO) WAS HOLDING A WOONAGI KEYCHAIN. I AGREE W THIS? the story was so random too, it's obv a spoiler + he had the bnd no genre in his pc screen like no way that wasnt on purpose 😭 ykw im living for these theories like im so INVESTED (hope to find more, im stuck on this rabbit hole) and the fact that bnd might be spoiling (even just a little) ab this cb too just right under our noses like. THEYRE SO SNEAKY W SOME TOO LIKE IM SEEING ONEDOORS BECOME... crazy observants...? LMAOOO THEYRE OVER ANALYZING EVERYTHING BND POSTS/DOES NOW, JUST IN CASE IT CONTAINS A SPOILER (ngl id do the same cuz this guys can rlly spoil smth and we'll never know till the cb finally happens and someone points it out)

ALSO NO GENRE BEING FOLLOWED BY 19.99 KINDA MAKES SENSE LIKE AFTER HEARTBREAK N STUFF THEY GROW UP, AND BECOME AN EMO BAND yeah..! no, but actually i do kinda see it ‼️ FINALLY THE FOLLOWING DAYS WILL FINALLY HAVE PURPOSE (dropping of teasers + stuff 🙏) CANT WAIT FOR THE AOTY AND ITS BANGER TRACKS TO DROP !!

JI MY MAIN SLAYER OMG 🫶🫶🫶 (you are a godsend like Actually.)

OKOK SO. ain't no way you clocked taesan AND woonhak's spoilers from two different places bc... as we know... YOU ARE RIGHT!!!!! im so impressed like actually you ate with that 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ as soon as i saw the tracklist and the title i got so excited bc you predicted it!!

TRACKLIST. this is an insane lineup. i read an article (idk how accurate this is gonna be...) but somehow all the tracks are connected to love. so we're continuing the theme of conveying messages about life through the relationships we hold/held in the past, which is so interesting 👀 bc 19.99 was like that too for gonna be a rock and nice guy, but none of the other songs are really connected to love - but this one seems to be a bit more. concept with a message?? 👀 if anything, i think it's the reverse of 19.99 - title track is gonna be the least "love" related while the b-sides are gonna be more abt love ????

i do think that somehow (looking at the animations loll) step by step and is that true? are gonna be contenders for the next slgsts!! what are your thoughts for the vibes of each song??

and AYO i didn't know that abt zico's stories 🫢🫢 that could very well be the case... since woonhak was the main character in 19.99, we could be continuing the theme for no genre too!! BUT. i shall also propose the theory that the story meant he was working on the album... and the ⛄ emoji was bc of woonhak's involvement. bc omg. WOONHAK'S CREDITED IN EVERY SONG!!!!!! im SO ecstatic and so so so proud 🥹🥹🥹 woonhak is actually such a good member of production team like... he's going to go places. im calling it rn. (im gonna get emotional.... 😭😭😭)

and LMHOO comeback season is always such a chaotic time 😂😂 everyone's overanalyzing everything... but that's half the fun of it LOL

IT DOES MAKE SENSE!!! we'll continue waiting for more info 🤭🤭 CAN'T WAIT YES!!!

[zalrb]

PLL 2x13 Review - As Per Anon Request

So, this is PLL's Halloween episode.

The jokes write themselves.

Emily is going to go as ... Indian girl?

The 2010s, man.

Ah, Christmas returns.

This is actually pretty Goosebumps-esque.

Toby and Emily in a scene together. I can only handle one person trying to emote and failing at a time. Please.

this is ALWAYS her face

omggggggggggggggggggg, guys, ALISON WAS BEING WATCHED BY POTENTIALLY A TOO??????

So Emily is telling her friends that she had sex and they're just like oh wow, really. I can't believe you had sex before any of us and that's it? Are you friends or what?

Hair is hairing particularly hard this episode.

OK so the dramatic scary music when Alison opens the package is directly undercut but Alison's lack of reaction. She doesn't toss the box or the doll away, she doesn't even gasp, she just takes it out.

Wait, I missed something. Hanna's mom didn't work before? She was a homemaker?

"Melissa's just trying to survive in this family just like me." You did not establish the Hastings IN SCENE enough for this.

Aria's confrontation with her dad about the affair is the best acting Lucy's done so far. And it's not great.

I hate this father. His tone of voice is so patronizing no matter what he's saying. He just sounds like he needs to be slapped.

"Then why is he telling everyone he took the VIP tour to Neverland" is not the question, that's unfortunately typical behaviour, the question should be, why aren't you denying it?

Do people care that much about class reps? My school kind of just *shrugged* but we didn't have school spirit. We booed our own cheerleaders.

The play on the Halloween theme is fun/clever though, ngl.

"I'll go down with you too, I'm hungry." "*whispers* of course." I don't know, man, but out of everything Alison has done that muttered "of course" when Hanna says she's hungry and no one's around to hear it is one of the meanest things she's done on the show to me.

I love how that's immediately followed up by her being like hey, Aria, I know you caught your dad cheating on your mom but ever since you did, you've been really killing the vibe and I'm sick of it.

"Actually, I'm a gynecologist. Care to make an appointment?" Ew, Christmas.

Spencer going as Mary is lol, yes. Top tier.

"He doesn't know who that is." "Does anybody?" Yes, Aria. People know who Mary, Queen of Scots is.

Spencer explaining who she is and Christmas just walking away without acknowledging her is so unintentionally funny, I'm sorry.

But seriously, she has the best costume.

LOL Jenna is a better Gaga, though.

I wonder how much of their budget they spent to get this song.

Jenna, you're a grown ass woman.

I like how this is basically Harry and Draco but Jenna is a deeply awful person.

Jenna quasi-seducing Emily with whatever that fucking dance is and Alison getting territorial is funny. I wish this show was ... messier. Like it's unhinged and passive and if it was actively chaotic it would be so much more fun.

And you were still friends with her after she did all of that for Halloween because she gave you friendship bracelets?

"Ketchup. Want some Hanna?" I am laughing at how unnecessarily cruel that was.

[narrators-journal]

A new moon rising: Chapter 1

Ngl, I learned the hard way with my other story. Do NOT baby this shit lmao. I love these two, I adore you all greatly, but I’m sorry. I’m not taking damn near a year to post a fic again. We are posting these parts as soon as they’re done basically. Warts and all. I can write more scenarios to answer questions or shore up plot holes if I need. For now? Just enjoy this lil ditty, and humor me besties. With any luck, ya bitch won’t drop this.

First part: Here

Next part: Here

Masterlist: Here “See ya next week, Mochi!~” The girl sang as she jogged off to the train station, with a plush toy tucked beneath one arm and a wave thrown back to the tall brunette that stood outside of the arcade in the crisp evening air with a bright smile. At least, until his date left his view, then that smile dropped into exhaustion. The solid brick of the wall a welcome support when he let himself sag slightly in the dark hour. The same thing said about the soft burble of the decorative fountain and the chaotic mixture of theme songs from the games behind the brunette. “I need to stop letting my dates go so long…” he chuckled up to the heavily round moon that stared down at him from the star-speckled sea of blue. Though, of course, the silver eye didn’t respond. It simply continued to watch him when he broke eye contact and pushed off of the bricks with a pained wince. No comfort, no assurances, just an ever present observer to the dull ache that zipped down the brunette’s spine as he left the mall. Though, Ryoji Mochizuki didn’t head for the boys dormitory to lay down and rest his achey bones. Instead, he took some time to wander the dark, peaceful streets of tatsumi port for some time to think. Something that he often did after dates, even when his pale skin felt as if it was about to slough off of his bones.

But, ever since he’d moved to the port, nightly walks to admire the soothing calm of the dark winter hours were the only moments of alone time that he got. So, even when his body began to ache and burn, he savored the time outside of the crowded boys dormitory. Between school, his part-time job, how crowded and noisy the dormitory could be, the time he spent with Junpei, chasing Minato, or going on dates, the brunette was rarely left alone in a day. And, he wasn’t mad at that fact, Ryoji was an exchange student, and that ‘new toy’ thrill was sustained by the amount of confidence and charm that he had. Paired with the fact that Ryoji was relatively tall, with dark hickory-colored hair that he kept swept back, and vibrant blue eyes, he was well aware that he was popular, and he did enjoy that popularity.

Though, it does nothing with Minato… He thought as he passed one of the zombie-esque people that seemed to be the only ones to wander the shadowy streets with Ryoji beneath the silver light of the inescapable moon. I guess I can’t be too upset though, Minato’s not the type to care about social opinion. Naturally, other girls and guys liking me won’t make HIM like me.He unhappily sighed at that point, but he knew Minato well enough to know it was true. Even if he does fucking like me, and is just a brat about it. An angry voice whispered in his head, which, was equally true.

Granted, if Ryoji had been at Gekkoukan a month, only a week of that had been spent in conversation with the midnight-haired emo beauty, but the brunette could still tell. It was as if he had some psychic sense when it came to the grumpy man, so Ryoji knew that Minato was, at a minimum, attracted to him in a physical sense, even if he wouldn’t admit to it. Which, was what seemed to encourage the tall brunette in his pursuit of him.

Though, there were multiple reasons for that pursuit. The way that Minato never had a consistent scent, as if he’d simply used what was within reach in the shower that morning, his storm-grey eyes, a voice that teetered between exhausted and annoyed, and a sense of humor that was as dark as the mariana trench.

“Mochizuki.”

Ryoji blinked back to reality at the sound of Aigis’ voice in the damp air of the...discolored night. “Aigis? The hell are you doing here?” He asked, though his eyes couldn’t seem to actually look at the blonde woman that stood a bit ahead of him on the moonlight bridge. Though, she seemed unbothered by the tornado green sky, cold, stagnant air, and sudden silence of the night. “Where...even is here?” “I am here to correct my mistake.” The blonde said in a serious voice that seemed to freeze the damp air to the brunette’s skin. The rush of the water beneath the long bridge a deafening roar in the tall man’s ears as the blonde continued. “I have remembered what you are, Mochizuki.” “N-no! Aigis...I’m-” “You are the embodiment of death. I remember that now.” She said, her...well, Ryoji’s vision had begun to swim, so he couldn’t tell what was on her feet, but it heavily clunk against the asphalt as she approached him. So, he stepped back from her as he squeezed his eyes shut and tangled his fingers into his hair. “No. I-I’m Ryoji-” “You are Thanatos.” She corrected, “You are the shadow of the thirteenth arcana.” “No! No, Aigis stop it!” He ordered, tears in his eyes and his words bouncing in his skull like a bunch of wrecking balls. And, when he lifted his head to look back at her, he saw that she had stumbled back. You’re a robot, how can I affect you?

Sadly, he got no time to ponder the question, because the blonde’s fingertips flipped back to force the- god am I even a man?- the brunette into a mad scramble across the asphalt. Which, wasn’t made easier by the pain that throbbed in his skull and through his body, nor by the clouds of dirt and rock that was sent into the air when Aigis’ bullets shredded Ryoji’s sun-colored scarf into rags. Somehow, he managed to avoid being hit by the projectiles directly, though, yet, no matter how he dove, scrambled, and ran across the moonlight bridge, Aigis simply reloaded. Stop it! Stop! Make her stop! Ryoji plead, though to who, he was too panicked to be sure.

He felt pulled in far too many directions. While his body seemed to run on autopilot, his mind was aflurry with a cacophany of thoughts. Dots that he didn’t want to connect, connecting, memories, explanations, all moved too fast for him to get a grip on in the moment. Yet, at the same time, there was something that weighed in his mind like a mountain in the hurricane. A cold hunger that crept in on him like a lioness in the sahara as he threw himself to the bullet-pocked bridge. “Stop it!” Ryoji screamed at the top of his lungs, not caring who it was at anymore. The presence in his head, the thoughts, or Aigis, he didn’t care. He simply wanted everything to stop.

And, it did.

Silence fell back over the discolored night as if the entire world held its breath. Ryoji’s thought, the gunfire, even the water below them seemed to freeze for a second at his command. At least, until the brunette braved a glance back at Aigis. Able to see that she’d been rooted to the spot on the cracked asphalt, her arms still raised with her fingers aimed at the tall man. Yet, as he watched her through the thin curtain of hair that had fallen into his widened eyes, her arms fell to her white-clothed sides, and soon, she fell to her knees. Her own sky blue eyes now dull and lifeless.

Now that she wasn’t on the attack, Ryoji could drink in the gold metal that glinted in the yellow-green light of the engorged full moon, the other shiny metal of the blonde woman’s body as she collapsed onto the bridge. She’s a robot, how is she dead? He thought, his breath slowed with his heart rate, though his head still throbbed with a pain that he ignored, sure that it came from too many thoughts, revelations, and the weight of that presence in the back of his mind. “But you cannot stop at a mere robot, my child.”A female voice barely whispered, as if a woman was whispering at him from a mile away. But, he heard her, and as he looked down at the non-functional blonde. His classmate. Minato’s classmate.

Ryoji’s stomach fell into his shoes.

Oh god, Minato. He thought, an anxious, miserable lump in his throat, If Aigis is in the Dark Hour, he surely is too. If he finds her like this… Tears burned the corners of Ryoji’s eyes at the mental image. He knew this...the truth that sat in his belly like a cinderblock, was too much to explain. To expect that his other half would understand. And it hurt to know. “You know what you must do, my child. Do not falter.” That woman said again, but he ignored her with no real thought towards it.

He scooped Aigis up off of the weakened bridge and bolted to the side of the bridge to look down at the cold, sluggish water beneath his feet that was colored a darker shade of green in the sickly color of the moon.

Surely, as a robot Aigis wouldn’t respond well to water. Not with the gaps that acted as her ball-and-socket joints and exposed her gears and circuitry. So, when Ryoji stepped onto the railing with her limply in his arms, he knew that it was a death sentence for the girl. For one of Minato’s friends. But, he still jumped into the water with her.

He clung to her as the wind swept his disshevelled hair back once more before the dark, icy water swallowed them both. Darkness blinded the man, his scarf suddenly over his mouth and nose as if to further drown him. As if I can die… He thought. Though, at the same time, a robot couldn’t die, yet he could feel her body heat up from all of the wires and circuit boards that seemed to wail as they were awash with the same river water that stirred her straw-colored hair around her lifeless expression.

She was almost beautiful as they sank. Without the snarls and glares that she always showed him, her face was perfectly sculpted like a barbie doll’s, her eyes were a lovely shade of blue, and her hair would frame her face wonderfully. Of course I would find her beautiful like this. When she’s as dead as a robot can be. He thought as he let her go to watch her sink to the muddy trash and plants that occupied the water. Meanwhile, up above, he could sense a familiar soul’s approach.

Naturally, Ryoji couldn’t hear anything above the roar of the water that flowed over him, but he could feel Minato. The same way that he could feel his scarf tug at his throat in the current, he could feel the dark-haired man above him. Could almost track him when he looked around at the many, many bullets embedded into the asphalt and called for Aigis in the discolored hour.

Until, finally, the green sky seemed to recede back into the moon as it shrank. In it’s place, the sky’s normal dark purple-ish blue hue, stars, and silver light, but Ryoji’s senses remained. He could still sense Minato’s chaotic soul above him, then more souls, Mitsuru’s, Yukari’s, the other SEES, all of them seemed to come to talk to Minato. And, while Ryoji couldn’t hear them, he could feel when they eventually left.

Only then, did the brunette surface. The silver light of the now-normal moon the only one to greet him, that and the sounds of cars far off, or too much awareness of the many, many souls that filled Tatsumi port. Which, he swam towards with heavy limbs and an even heavier heavier heart.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Personally I want her to continue discussing her own creations and how creating and redidicating her love songs to her new guy feels and the problem with muses and how her exe guy was put on such a high pedistel but it was all an illusion and he kinda didn't deliver et cetera. Frankly for TTPD i was expecting at least one "our love was gold but now you're hearts tin" metaphor.

anon tbh I wasn't going to answer this because like I've said before, I really don't want to get into the muses of it all in that way here because I don't think there's anything to add to the conversation (definitely not for me anyway). Which isn't to say you or other people can't feel that way and talk about it, to be clear! Just not what I want to talk about on my blog for the most part.

BUT, while on the first listen or two of TTPD I was surprised that there wasn't more, let's say, overt reference to a certain muse, like I said in this post last night, he is all over the album in the subtext. And frankly, I think there is actually quite a bit of reference in the album to some of the themes you mention, even if it's metaphor at times.

The idealizing of the muse but it coming crashing down? I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift. I founded the club she's heard great things about. You say I abandoned the ship but I was going down with it. Handcuffed to the spell I was under for just one hour of sunshine. My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it, watched me daily disappearing for just one glimpse of his smile. He was a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen.

Didn't deliver on promises made and the implosion of their plans? Say it once again with feeling how the death rattle breathing silenced as the soul was leaving, the deflation of our dreaming leaving me bereft and reeling. Years of labor, locks and ceilings, in the shade of how he was feeling. I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath. So how much sad did you think I had in me? How much tragedy? You swore that you loved me but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof. (Honourable mention: How long could we be a sad song 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life? And I wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her. Do something, babe, say something.)

There's so much there about love gone cold. I stopped CPR, after all it's no use, the spirit was gone, we would never come to. Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter, he was with her in dreams. Gray and blue and fights and tunnels. And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign.

I don't doubt she's going to be processing that relationship and its end for awhile, mot because she's hung up on it but because it was just a huge growth experience she'll be unpacking as she gains more distance from it. (Just the same way she's unpacked the Jake relationship from "chaotic first true love" to "problematic first adult relationship" to something... darker.) And it may show up in other music, sure. But my impression from the album, and especially from the epilogue and from the various posts about it, is that she isn't keen on hashing things out to such a direct degree in the future. I could be totally wrong, but I got the feeling that with TTPD she was closing the book on that. (I have some guesses as to why, but they're not needed here and again veer into the parasocial I think. The very abridged cliff notes version of it is: they went through a lot together and were both dealing with their own shit separately and as a couple over the years, and while that doesn't excuse any way she was treated, I think it's more nuanced in her mind than "he was a shitty boyfriend and I'm mad".)

It's kind of like some of her other relationships and experiences: I don't doubt those feelings and the way those feelings have evolved will show up in future music. I just don't expect it to show up in a "now that I'm in a healthy relationship where I feel supported and cherished FUCK YOU [insert name here]". I'm exaggerating but you get the point.

(not criticizing you anon or anyone else, just saying-- this isn't something I particularly want to contribute to)

[queen-of-the-boos]

BAM ANOTHER ASK I STRIKE AGAIN

Band-aid 🩹 and Microphone 🎤 do not hold back when rambling give me everything in your head

Oh you asked for it.

1. If there was one thing about your f/o that you would want people to understand, what would it be?

Moon isn't pure evil. He's chaotic neutral. Yeah I said it. Most of my faves are. I'm not trying to woobify this robot I'm dead fucking serious he has so many neutral traits and it's like I'm the only one who sees them. I guess I'm insane? What else is new man. But anyway just.

He's programmed with security protocols and just wanted to catch Gregory. "Ouuu Gregory is just a kid" maybe so. But he's a fucking menace of a child. Look what happened to the others and the entire pizza plex because of that child. Granted the plex part was also because of a certain entity, but I digress. Moon was trying to stop Gregory in any way possible because it was in his programming.

THAT BEING SAID. He is also a meanie and silly. And you know what? I love that about him. I think he's allowed to be mean and be a little silly as a treat. If I was in someone's shadow all the time constantly being called bad and evil by even the official pizza plex merch, I'd snap too.

I think he just plays into the mean and bad role because it's all he's ever been known as. It's all he knows. Aside from how to take care of children. That can be an iffy mix. But yknow what? Contrary to popular and boring belief, some kids actually like villains better. I imagine there are little regulars of the daycare that adored Moon and he probably loved it. You know if he heard a little one say he was cool, he'd absolutely keep playing up and exaggerating his villainous tendencies. And that never became an actual threat until the whole virus incident.

Yknow something else. I like threatening Moon too. Yeah I said it. I don't care if he has a virus or not that won't stop me from loving every bit of him pre-present-or post virus. And no I don't think he's ever actually hurt a child before Gregory. I think he's scared them shitless but never laid a hand on one. I think he ENJOYED scaring them too. And I think that's fun sorry not sorry. Once again, being the opposite of Sun is all he really knows, and the virus just amped that up to 11.

Did you know that before they were programmed with the knowledge to care for children, they were both theater performers? Facts. It's no wonder poor Sun seems to have anxiety and Moon is so theatrical in his spooky personality. Sun always played the good guy and Moon was always the villain on stage. It's just their natural ways. Furthering my point.

Tldr; Moon isn't inheritly evil. He's morally grey. And programmed to be that way virus or not.

Wow that did get long. Sorry. Hm.

2. Does your f/o sing or play music? If so, how are they at their craft, and what's your favorite thing about it?

I hc Moonie both sings and has a music box for lulling people to sleep. They're a wonderful singer and I'd pay MONEY to fall asleep to their voice. Moon asmr when /hj

My favorite thing about it... Definitely when Moon plays waltzy tunes from his music box and asks me to dance with him- or when he does silly dances to his own music. He's really good at making up funny songs too! Some of them can be morbid, but I like morbid. I like him. I wish I could kiss him. "He doesn't have lips" shut UP yes he does they're right there carved on his big happy smile. Also idgaf I will kiss teeth like a sans selfshipper try me bitch (I'm sure you probably feel the same)

... I'm actually listening to the carousel theme for the first time and imagining dancing with Moonie under the daycare stars... But don't tell anyone....

[zetaeta87]

astromania alstroemeria, bodyswap magenta, emotion names villain au, lman but there's god, magical safe haven, ROLESWAP AU, the boo in lman what will he do, villain assistant ranboo au and to throw a dart at something Unknowable, iiiiiiii. For Innit, who is patiently waiting for me to write its next post answer about how it enjoys snackies.

Astromania Alstroemeria - band au, featuring Tommy, Tubbo, and Purpled as the actual band, and Ranboo as their chaotic assistant! I even somehow gave Purpled a tragic backstory by dramatically misinterpreting a song that I was planning to use for him. Stars would be a huge recurring theme, which is why it’s called Astromania.

Bodyswap magenta - this idea was first formed when I was mildly sleep deprived. Basically, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Purpled have a sleepover at Tommy’s house. They find a book of rituals in Phil’s room, and since they’re unsupervised chaotic teens at a sleepover, they perform one that’s meant to swap their consciousness around. They don’t expect it to work, but it does. They begin Pranks.

Emotion names villain au - I’m gonna be honest, I mostly wrote this one because I like the Dream-Tommy-Ranboo trio and wanted them as villains. But basically, those three are villains, and the rest of SBI plus Sam and Tubbo are heroes sent after them. Dream has puppeteer strings that basically act like telekinesis, Ranboo can manipulate plants (including turning himself into a plant), and Tommy can manipulate gravity. I don’t have a plot for this, but I did write the reveal of Tommy’s powers because I had such a clear mental image of that scene.

Lman but there’s god - the title gives it away, pretty much. It’s L’Manberg, but Drista is a part of it from pretty much the start. And she’s the god of chaos, so you can imagine how well that goes for the people going to war against her. Hint: it goes very fucking terribly.

Magical safe haven: This started as a background part of a chatfic, then I went absolutely feral on the worldbuilding. I made a chart of what characters are founders and members of certain organizations, not to mention all the representatives in the central magical council which required funky things like Techno being the rep of Pogtopia and Bad being the rep of Manhunt. I literally ended up forgetting the plot and thus have not been able to continue.

Roleswap au - while it may seem like it, this actually is not the one inspired by your fics! That’s ddddd. This one has Tubbo swapped with Ranboo, Tommy swapped with Purpled, Wilbur swapped with Sally, and Dream swapped with Drista. The fic opens in Snowchester with Purpled and Ranboo hanging out, Ranboo’s on call with Tubbo (who’s out mining), they’re vibing. Then XD shows up and goes ‘i’m bored, this is your problem now’, and yeets Ranboo and Purpled into canon L’Manberg. Oh yeah, and here’s my favorite part of the roleswap world: since Sally is in Wilbur’s place, calling it L’Manberg doesn’t really make sense. So they call it L’Talberg instead, since they are tall bois.

the boo in lman what will he do - time travel! After Sam kills Ranboo, Kristin goes ‘alright, this is too far’, and yeets him into the past so that everyone gets a second chance. He is fully planning on not telling anyone about this… but then the past!Tommy accidentally reads his memory book. And he tells the other L’Manbergians. Good luck keeping secrets from the smol version of your best friends, boo.

Villain assistant ranboo au - ranboo has memory manipulation and teleportation powers. These are valuable to villains, so of course he ends up joining SBI in villainy. Phil is actually a bad guy in this one - he tries to get Ranboo to use his powers way too much. The others notice and promptly get him the hell out, then have an epic confrontation with Phil and get him thrown in Pandora’s Vault alongside Dream, who is his ally in tormenting Ranboo.

iiiiiiii - I’ll actually share a snippet of this one, since it doesn’t really have a plot beyond pure fluff. Tommy’s a catshifter, him and Tubbo are vibing. That’s it.

Tubbo awoke to soft sheets and a small warmth on his chest. He soaked in the sunlight streaming through the thin curtains, and gently shook the little cat awake. Tommy yawned and stretched. His thick blonde fur seemed to shine in the light, and even when he jumped to the floor and switched to his human form, his hair kept its glow.

“Morning, Tubs,” he grinned. “Whatcha gonna make for breakfast?”

“It’s fuck off o’clock, you’ll get a knuckle sandwich,” Tubbo grumbled, flicking him a middle finger to hide his smile.

“Nah, you love me too much. The worst you could do to me is, like, hide the sugar so I can’t have hyper-sugary pancakes.”

“No, the worst I could do is only make enough pancakes for me and leave you to figure out your own breakfast.”

A jokingly-offended gasp echoed through their house. “You wouldn’t!” Tommy exclaimed.

Tubbo turned to him with a deadpan look. “Oh, I totally would.”

They lasted an impressive ten seconds before collapsing in laughter.