#then on second thought maybe i should start naming my playlists like that. then again there are only a few reasons to name a playlist after

[bloodsugarsex]

no way the josh o conner sam reid playlist is a real thing i thought. whatt he hell

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Something Rotten

Pairing: Dark!QZ Joel x afab!reader x Dark!QZ Tess

Words count: 4300 (more or less)

Rating: + 18, absolutely NSFW. This shit is triggering, read the tags carefully and please if your a minor don’t interact.

Warnings/Tags: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, smut, heavy degradation, kidnapping, reader is tied to the bed with a rope, mention of strong painkillers, depressing thoughts, both Joel and Tess are EVIL, mention of offering sex in exchange for protection, Dub-con/non-con (well, she’s into that and I made sure to say that she’s deeply aroused but still), no kindness whatsoever, face slapping, being threatened with a gun and knife, blood, wound (Tess writes a word on Reader's body with a knife), pussy slapping, tits slapping, oral (m receiving), deep throating, scissoring, slurs (whore, slut), pet names (honey, baby, pet, kitten), mention of Robert (you know that prick at the beginning of the series who makes Tess get beaten up? That's him. but anyway he is the least of the problems in this thing), ripped panties, orgasm denial, cum eating, hair pulling, reader has hair that can be pulled, no other description of her is given, I think it’s all but I will be sure to add anything I may have forgotten as soon as I can.

A/N: Happy Halloween! This is indeed a nightmare of a fic LOL

Ok, enough, I'm getting serious again. I know it’s a lot, please don't read if you don't feel comfortable with those kind of things. I've never written anything like this before, it was a test for me because those who read me know, I'm usually very soft. I've started writing the second part if anyone wants to read it, I preferred to publish this first because it was getting pretty long (And I honestly want to see how this one goes before I continue lol). Sorry if you find any errors, I hope there aren't too many. I don't have a beta, I reread it but my eyes are exhausted at this point 💀 (English is not my first language, you know that, right? lol)

Again, no one is obligated to read but I wanted to thank those who provided me with the songs I listened to while writing this: @magneticecstasy @hoelaris @lovely-vamp-princess @baronessvonglitter @whocaresstillthelouvre and @almostempty for having called together her trusted connoisseurs 😎, you all are truly amazing ♥️ (Something Rotten is a Placebo song I added between your amazing music advices).

Playlist can be found here.

(While we're at it, if anyone would like to be tagged on my fics in the future, let me know, thank you very much!)

Thanks to anyone who reads this!

Archive tags: @pedrostories ♥️

“Now what should we do with you?” Tess’s voice is sharp, with a smug undertone.

“Maybe we should get rid of her.” Joel is just as blunt, smiling wickedly as he watches you shake like a leaf.

There’s obvious disappointment painted on your face, as well as fear of what these two might do to you.

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You know Joel and Tess, everyone in the QZ knows them, at least everyone trying to make ends meet like you.

They’re the most skilled smugglers and also the most ruthless.

No one would want to have them as enemies, but you, due to circumstances beyond your control, just tried to steal some of their supplies. You heard they had just left the Qz to stock up, apparently they know someone outside.

You thought you were safe. Turned out you were wrong, they came back sooner than you expected.

You wouldn’t have made such a bold move if it weren’t for the fact that Robert died, killed by Tess, as far as you know.

You and Robert had a relationship, if you could call it that, he gave you protection in exchange for sex. You didn't like Robert, to be honest, guy was a piece of shit himself, but he was the lesser evil. He was generally stupid and driven by his dick rather than his brain so it was pretty easy for you to please him and make sure he kept you safe from the unrestrained FEDRA soldiers, who are anything but devoted to rules and discipline, and you never lacked food while you were with him, much more than some people in this seedy Qz had.

Batting your eyelashes and giving him head every now and then was enough to have what you needed.

Robert was a gun runner, people feared him, everyone except Joel and Tess who thought he was an incompetent and arrogant moron.

They weren't entirely wrong but everyone in this shithole of a place survives as best they can.

You should have relied on your own strength from the beginning but when you arrived here you were so tired, hurt, heartbroken from having lost all the people you cared about that leaning on someone seemed like an acceptable compromise.

You were desperate again after losing Robert, so hungry you barely remembered how food really tastes.

You snuck into their room, cursing your stomach that was growling loudly. You held your breath as the door creaked open to reveal a rather bare, makeshift mini-apartment. No one was there, so you tiptoed around looking for something edible. You noticed a floorboard that was a bit off. Bingo.

You lifted it up and found a stash of dried meat, along with several bags of pills and a gun.

You took some pills that you recognized as strong painkillers, just in case you might need them.

Your hand shook as you pulled out the plastic bag full of dried meat, your stomach giving you no respite.

And just as you were about to take a bite, you heard some noises.

Shit.

You looked around nervously for a place to hide but to no avail. The bed was resting on bricks and barely rose from the floor, too little room to slide under. There were no closets, no dressers or anything.

Shit.

You were screwed.

The footsteps you heard were getting closer and closer and in a total panic, not knowing what else to do, you cowered behind a couch, the dried meat still in your hand while the pills danced in your bra.

You were certain that you would be discovered in no time.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, a cold sweat was breaking out on your forehead. You squeezed your eyes shut in prayer even though you’ve never been a religious person.

Tess saw you first. “What do we have here?” she hissed. Joel caught sight of you next, your head awkwardly poking out from behind the couch.

Stupid stupid stupid.

“A thief,” he stated coldly, as he tugged at your jacket and pulled you out of your hiding place. Tess looked you up and down as you stared at the floor, terrified.

——————————————————-

“What the hell were you trying to do?” she asks you ironically, as if it makes her laugh. In fact, you feel ridiculous for even thinking you could get away with them, it would have been wiser to stay hungry while waiting to earn some cards.

Now you’re in troubles.

Big troubles.

You wanted to get the gun, but you couldn't and now you're standing in front of them, unarmed and scared as the barrel of Joel's gun is grazing at your cheek.

“I asked you a question,” Tess points out, “you better answer it.”

Joel hands the gun to Tess, tears the dried meat out of your hand and shove your arms behind your back, holding you tightly by your wrists, while Tess glares at you.

The gun is now before your eyes, shiny and threatening.

“I… was hungry” and then quickly add a “I’m sorry” that barely escapes your lips.

“So you’ve been working out this brilliant plan?” Joel teases, his deep voice giving you goosebumps.

After Joel suggests taking you out, Tess remains silent for a while, looking at you like a piece of meat “She’s pretty though,” and an even more chilling smile spread across her face, “fuck, you’re too pretty for being a rat”

“Yeah” Joel agrees “here’s a tip for you, honey, if you wanna screw someone try not to let your stupid ass show”

They exchange another knowing glance that doesn't bode well and Tess finally speaks “we could have some fun.”

Guided by self-preservation and fear, you widen your eyes and exclaim, “Oh no, please no!”

Tess places her hand under your chin, manipulating your face like a puppet, turning it left and right to inspect it. “You’re not sick, are you?”

You remain silent and after a few seconds you feel her open hand land on your cheek and an unbearable burning sensation spread across your skin.

What you feel immediately after is the cold steel of the gun under your chin.

“See, she doesn’t like it when people don’t answer her,” Joel whispers in your ear, adding more shivers to the ones already shaking your body.

You open your mouth, struggling to get out some sound. “No” is all you can say.

“Good,” Tess hisses. Joel’s grip on your wrists shows no sign of loosening and your cheek hurts like hell.

There’s no way out.

“Since you were stupid enough to try to sneak in, from now on you will stay here.” Tess announces to you, with a voice that does not allow protests “And you will be our little toy”

She runs a hand over your neck, goes down to your breast and squeezes it hard over your shirt “Do you understand?”

“Yes” you whisper immediately, fearing another blow.

You don’t have enough strength to rebel, you are weak while they are incredibly strong, your head is spinning and you are one against two.

To make sure you don’t get any weird ideas, Joel ties you to the bed. He runs a rope between one of the bricks and the frame of the bed, chuckling evilly, “I’m sorry honey, but I have to, your little head is too imaginative to let you loose in here.” The way he looks at you it’s disturbing, licking his lips in anticipation of what he’ll do to you that night.

He’s not sorry at all.

He can't wait to use you as he wants.

His gaze is intense and dark and you feel like he can get under your skin and read your every thought.

Tess controls Joel's moves, gun still in her hand and when you are completely at their mercy, lying on the bed, with the rope that at most allows you to turn on your back, she bends down to look at you, running the cold steel of gun on your face. You feel tears stinging your eyes as you look at her "oh come on don't do that, after all it's always better than breaking your delicate back with those shitty jobs, right?"

Her mellifluous voice makes you furious, does she think she did you a favor? You would like to spit in her face, on that cold and evil face of hers but you don't.

You can’t.

There's no point in trying to fight back, they'd kill you.

You know that.

They both go off to who knows where and you stay there, waiting, unable to do anything else.

________________________________

It’s the dead of night when the door creaks again and they come back in. Your wrists hurt, you feel stiff, exhausted even though you’ve done nothing but lie there, consumed by fear.

Tess is the first to approach “so kitten, have you been good today?” she coos wickedly and pats your head just like you’re her pet.

You feel a blind rage fill you as she calmly sits on the bed and takes off her boots.

Joel sits on the other side, takes off the dark blue denim shirt he is wearing and unlaces his combat boots.

You are lying on your back now and you crane your neck to watch them.

It’s incredibly frustrating for you to realize that both of your kidnappers are gorgeous.

Tess has a cold beauty, long dark blonde hair framing her face, her lean body reveals itself before your eyes as she takes off her clothes.

She has several scars scattered across her back and arms that make her look even more dangerous, adorning her skin like battle wounds. Battles that somehow she has always won. She’s feral as a lioness and as wicked as a demon.

You never knew you were into women but looking at her right now you can’t deny to find her attractive.

Joel on the other side is tense and nervous as a violin string, rippling muscles and large calloused hands, messy hair and a scruffy beard covering his cheeks.

Your eyes are drinking in his figure, glaring on his broad shoulders, strong neck and plush lips.

He’s definitely the most handsome man in the QZ.

He too has several wounds that blend into his olive skin, giving him the aspect of someone who cannot be argued with in the slightest.

In the little time you have already spent together, however, you have noticed how he bends to Tess's will, as if he were a guard dog always on alert to protect her.

Tess is the brains, Joel is the arm.

He's placed a large switchblade on his pillow, there to remind you that you have no escape.

They are both in their underwear, their clothes lying on the floor. Tess orders Joel to untie you, the rope slowly loose on your wrists as Joel warns you “you better not make a single move or you will regret it, slut”. His voice in your ear is terrifying, bouncing around in your head like a nightmare you can’t wake up from.

“Good girl” Tess praises you briefly while you remain still, before ordering “undress her”

Joel unceremoniously removes your jacket and shirt, throwing everything on the floor. He unhooks your bra, brushing his fingertips along your back, and you shiver imperceptibly.

As your bra comes off, the pills you’ve hidden inside fall onto the bed, rolling onto the blanket. Tess shakes her head, squinting “What are those? Didn’t you say you were hungry? Do you need pills to feed yourself, you little whore?” her voice is like ice and the blade of the knife abandoned on the bed is suddenly at your throat, held by Joel.

Your voice breaks into tears as you try to justify yourself. You try to say that they are only for you, just painkillers, you’re not a drug addict, you won’t sell them, you won’t try to ruin their business.

“Pfff and we should believe you?” Joel scoff, laughing from behind your back, tugging violently on your arm and sliding the blade on your skin.

“I-please”

You don't even know what to say anymore.

"Stop whining, it gets on my nerves” Joel warns you as he slightly dig the blade into your cheek, scratching you just a little, just to let you taste the flavor of iron.

“You'll be a very good pet for us, won't you?” Tess whispers leaning close to your ear and running her fingers along your arm.

Tears now roll freely down your cheeks. She wipes away a tear and licks its salty taste from her thumb, pleased.

“Yes, I’ll be good I - I promise” you sigh.

“You certainly will be, if you don't want to taste Joel's knife.” He grins behind you and leave the switchblade on the sheets.

Your bra joins the other clothes on the floor as Tess squeezes one of your nipples between her fingers. She isn't gentle, she isn't delicate, her hand is firm, demanding, her fingers calloused.

After all, she isn't one to back down from a fight and everything about her shows it.

She pulls, pinches and twists, treating your nipple as if it belongs to her and she can do whatever she wants with it, looking you straight in the eye, intimidatingly, without even flinching.

Joel is still behind your back, sitting on the bed and he reaches for your hips, his large hands enveloping them and his fingers pressing hard into your flesh. He leans down and runs his tongue all the way up your spine, going up your shoulder and biting hard where it joins your neck. You cry out. You know it will leave a mark on you, his teeth tattooed on your skin.

Tess slaps your tit when a moan slips through your lips at the sensation of having Joel sucking hard on your skin, leaving more marks on your neck, his beard scratching you.

“You fucking like it, don’t you, pet?” She teases.

You can’t say anything, a stinging pain spread across your chest and you wonder how strong she really is despite her slim figure.

Joel detaches from you and Tess makes you lying on the bed again, unbuttoning and tugging down at your jeans, leaving you in nothing more than your ridiculously worn panties, they’re so old they’re basically see through but it’s not like you can have something fancy in the QZ.

She spots a wet stain right in the front and she smiles fake sweetly, you can still see the evil in her ice cold eyes.

She takes the hem and just rip them off, exposing your bare cunt.

You gasp and try to gather your hands in front of you for covering your privates but you can’t, Joel is still holding your wrists in a dangerous grip.

She laughs at your clumsy attempt “darling, rebelling won't do you any good, I thought I was clear before”

“Please,” you whisper, “please let me go. I didn’t steal anything in the end, I’m never coming back.”

“No,” she says firmly, “no. Do you know why? You don’t mess with us, you don’t even try. You have a lesson to learn.”

Her fingers run over your leg cold. You don't have time to beg again as another slap hits you. "Poor little girl, didn't your mother teach you manners? We'll have to think about it ourselves." She says, pursing her lips.

She slaps your cunt.

You throb.

And you’re wet.

You hate every cell in your body that is getting sexually aroused by them.

Your brain says no, but your body isn't following suit and you can't really explain it.

What was once pain is turning into a creeping, crawling tingle that runs under your skin.

Back in the days you had a boyfriend that used to fuck you roughly and you liked that but you certainly never thought to be aroused by people holding you captive.

It’s insane.

She lifts one of your legs up high, holding it tightly by the ankle as Joel brings your arms above your head on the bed and his grip continues to secure your wrists.

“Um, look at you. What a delicious wet pussy.” Tess coos.

Joel grunts at the sight “such a needy slut”

Tess positions herself between your legs and begins to rub herself on your pussy.

She doesn’t care a bit about treating you like a person, making your joints ache for the unnatural position, one leg impossibly strained with her grip and the other one straight on the bed with your thigh hurting under her weight.

You’re their muppet now.

The friction between your pussies makes you feel ashamed at first, you've never done it before. With each thrust of Tess on you, however, you begin to feel a heat enveloping your lower abdomen, going straight down to your clit making it sensitive and swollen.

You’re excited, as much as you hate to admit it.

Tess is wild, she’s claiming your body like a predator does with its prey, her small and perfectly shaped tits are bouncing in the air, nipples pink and hard.

You're biting your lip hard, holding back the moans that try to escape from the back of your throat.

You don’t know what came over you but wouldn't mind sucking on them .

You look up at Joel who towers over you, his gaze glassy, ​​fixed on your pussies slamming together making the most obscene sounds you've ever heard, like a squish on loop, wet and slippery.

Tess looks at you, her face twisted into an evil grimace as she groans and curse.

You're trying to control yourself in every way but your body responds, you feel a rush of pleasure flooding you. Fuck. It's like your brain is leaking out of your cunt.

You’re gasping under Tess.

Your hips move trying to seek more friction.

Hot tears stream down your face as you moan. You can’t believe how fucked up this is.

“Oh yeah, baby, go ahead and cry, be a pathetic whining mess, we don't give a shit. Your whore pussy is ours now.” Joel growls.

He moves in front of your face, his large hand covers your cheek completely and squeezes it hard, pinching your skin mercilessly before giving you a slap. You feel an unbearable heat radiating on your skin, you haven't even moved your arms even though he has let go of his grip.

“You’re just a plaything,” Tess echoes, “and you’re enjoying it, aren’t you, little scammer?”

Tess grinds against you relentlessly, she reaches down and twists your clit with two fingers and a wail of pain breaks from your lips.

You feel delirious under her ministration, her body takes what it wants from you and there's nothing you can do to stop it, on the contrary. Your nipples are so pebbled they look like little rocks on your chest, your cunt so sloppy and wet that your cream is lasciviously trickling on your inner thighs, you don’t recognize yourself anymore.

Tess comes above you, callin names and stuttering angrily.

You whine again and Joel barks “it’s time for you to shut up, slut”

He pulls down his boxers with a dark look and an incredibly devious smile plastered on his face. His cock is right in front of your eyes, semi hard, he spits in his palm and starts fisting it, up and down his length. It’s thick and swollen, more big than you expected.

His angry red tip almost touches your lips, he reaches for your jaw and pulls it “open wide, slut” he orders. Your lips are pressed together, you try to resist, but Joel takes a handful of your hair, pulling hard.“I. Said. Open. Wide.” punctuating each word with a stronger tug.

You can’t help but doing it, he’s basically tearing off your hair while Tess is still having no mercy of your cunt. She moves on the sheets and she stick two of her fingers in your cunt, up to the knuckles “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked baby, such a good slut”

Joel forces his cock into your mouth and begins to push inside you until he reaches the back of your throat, not letting you get used to it, your cry is muffled by your lips tightening around his shaft. His taste spread across your tongue as he moves abruptly into you, in and out of your lips. Your mind is fuzzy, you try to breathe from your nose but all you can feel right now is the aching of your jaw and the way Tess is scissoring her fingers inside your hole. They have no mercy and you’re madly aroused with it.

It’s not like you’re expecting something good from life at this point. Life isn’t gentle anymore, you lost everything a long time ago, you’re just trying to stay afloat biting off what you can and expecting nothing but bites back until the day fate or destiny decides it's over for you.

You don't know if there's a hint of what they call Stockholm Syndrome in all this but here you are, willing to be free use, for them to ruin, right on the verge of losing your mind. You’re pliant and hungry now, sucking on Joel cock like a good meal after a whole month of starvation, you’re reaching his balls with your hand, massaging and squeezing it lightly. Tess is watching you and she doesn't seem happy with the way you're trying to be, her hand lands again on your pussy, heavy and cruel, right on your clit.

“Oh don’t be too much of an ass kisser, I never liked them. And don’t do anything until we tell you to”

Joel grunts deeply as you let go of his ball “fuck I liked that though” and he grabs your hand back “since you like it, touch it, you dirty whore”

Tess rolls her eyes and slaps your pussy again and again until you feel your skin burning and you know you're about to come, your muscles are tense and your legs start to tingle as well as the bottom of your belly.

Tess understands and stops. “Oh, one more thing, you come if and when we decide.” A moan rises from deep in your chest and vibrates on Joel’s cock.

“Keep sucking” Joel urges you groping and squeezing your tits.

You move painfully up and down his length, him holding the back of your skull. Tess watches you, studying your reactions, a hint of jealousy in her eyes as Joel continues to thrust into your mouth, urging you “like this, little bitch, keep going - OH FUCK”

You can feel your cunt throbbing, screaming for a release.

Tess is giving you occasional kitten lick, so soft and so evil at the same time ‘cause you’re right on the edge. It’s a torture, an unbearable struggle that you can take anymore. Your cunt is clenching around nothing, your clit swollen and sore, you’re feeling delirious and you’re not allowed to come.

Tess picks up the knife again and you feel it slide across your inner thigh, it’s cold on your sweat-beaded skin and it makes you shiver. It rises dangerously close to your center, her evil eyes obsessively following the path of the blade. A sharp smile spreads across her face as she begins to sink the tip into your flesh, just enough to scratch your skin. You’re choking your whines on Joel’s cock as you smell blood in the air. It feels like she’s writing something, her trajectory is meticulous and careful, she pulls the blade out smiling again, satisfied with her work.

“Here you go, now everyone will know what kind of whore you are. If you ever get out of here”

She runs her tongue over what she just branded into your skin, your body shakes, your back arches insanely seeking for that delicious line between pain and pleasure, it’s stinging and soothing at the same time.

Joel is spilling inside you, his cum invading your mouth, painting your tongue and sliding warm down your throat. His face is red and sweaty, he's gritting his teeth, his neck is tense, his merciless hand holds you still clinging to your neck, he looks like a wild animal ready to devour you.

“Swallow it all, bitch” And you do it, you have no other choice. And you like it. You like the feel of his vein pulsing against the roof of your mouth, the heat and weight of him on your tongue, his musky flavor. It distracts you from the pain spreading across your thigh.

Joel only pulls out of your mouth when you've licked it clean.

It’s softening but it’s still the biggest cock you’re ever had.

He whispers in a hoarse voice that you are a very good little pet, smiling at you nastily, his big hands filling with your breasts, calloused and heavy, your nipples still hard under his palms.

Tess chuckles “yeah, she’s not that bad. And she’s a real fucking slut, aren’t you, honey? Your pussy is hungrier than your stomach”

You don't answer her, you are enraptured by Joel's dark and lascivious eyes, naked and helpless on the bed, branded like a cow, stupid and drunk on sex.

Your mind is no longer thinking clearly.

They both lie down on the bed to catch their breath, leaving you naked and sore at the foot of it, like a rag doll.

You never imagined this would happen to you when you came in here. And then, when they found you, the first thing you thought was that they were going to kill you. You're still here. Exhausted, in pain as you stare at the ceiling, sweat cooling on your skin.

You wonder how long it will last, where they will dump you when they get tired.

You're still alive anyway, that's enough.

There is definitely something rotten in you. You want to get up and see the word Tess wrote on your thigh but you are not brave enough. You trace it with a finger, shivering with pain, feeling your skin pull and pinch where it is starting to heal. If your touch is right it says “pet”.

[stunie]

UMEMIYA’S SHAZAM! — sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ umemiya hajime x f!reader ﾉ entry for @melon-fodder / bofurin brothel’s music collab!! ﾉ in which a certain white haired stranger comes to you for some help…

Your routine has stayed the same from the day you moved to Makochi. You’d say good morning to Kotoha at 7:30 AM. Eat breakfast at Pothos and enjoy a quick cup of coffee. And by 8:30, you’re already out the door and heading to work.

It’s not every day that a stranger startles you the way this one did. Your headphones are dangling around your neck now, hands lingering over them as you stare back at him. Wide-eyed and taken aback. Your music continues playing, and you can still hear it.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t hear him approach you.

“I really, really need your help!” He sits beside you, hands clasping together to plead. “You heard it, right?”

“Y-you scared me.” Your brows furrow. “My heart’s racing— you shouldn’t run up to people with headphones in and yell for help! I thought you were hurt.”

It seems to dawn on him suddenly. “Oh, you do have headphones in! No wonder you didn’t hear me earlier.” He lets out a sheepish laugh and rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry! I didn’t notice. You look so pretty— I completely missed it.”

You blink. “Me? Pretty?”

“Yeah.” He tilts his head a bit and looks at you. “Pretty.”

He says it so matter-of-factly that you’re not even sure how to respond. “O-oh. Thank you.”

The man in front of you gives you a bright smile at this. A little too wide— as if he’s confused as to what you’re even thanking him for.

“So..” you fiddle with your headphones. “What did you need help with? It sounded urgent.”

“Ah!” He perks up again. “I almost forgot. I really liked the last song that was playing. Did you hear it? I can’t find it..”

“Oh,” you almost laugh at how he’s already forgotten that you had headphones in for the second time that morning. “Sorry. I didn’t hear it. Did you catch any of the lyrics? I can try to guess.. if you want.”

“Eh? You can do that?”

You nod.

“I’ll sing it!” He’s much closer to you now. If he notices, he doesn’t seem to acknowledge it. You start to think he’s just a really oblivious guy, but it’s not a bad thing.

You think he’s cute.

You watch him with a small smile when he clears his throat, humming in thought as he tries to recall the lyrics of the song he heard. “Hm.. okay, okay. I remember.”

“Listen closely,” he smiles. “It goes like… mmmm. mmmm mmm… and I’ll sacrifice!”

Sacrifice? That doesn’t sound like Kotoha’s playlist.

The laugh slips past your lips before you even realize it. It catches you off guard— and the confused look he gives you only makes you laugh even harder. “Sorry, sorry, ah!” You cover your mouth with the back of your hand when it comes back ten times worse.

You’re forced to hunch over the table now. Completely oblivious to the way his eyes widen at how cute you sound. You look even prettier when you’re like this. But he doesn’t need to tell you that, does he?

It’s so obvious. That’s why he was confused earlier. You already know all this, don’t you? Warmth starts creeping up his cheeks the longer you laugh at him, and his lips feel a little wobbly now.

“Hey…” a crooked smile tugs at his lips when you try to apologize through a giggle again. “How mean. And here I was asking for help!”

You weakly slide your phone in his direction. “I think this should be the song…otherwise,” your voice cracks and you take in a sharp inhale to resist the urge to laugh again. “Otherwise I really have no idea.”

“Ah, so you do know! Old Love? By… hm… Putri Dahlia and Yuji. Okay. Old Love. Old Love!” He nods before standing up abruptly. “You’re the best, you know that? Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.” It’s the calmest your voice has sounded in the last two minutes. “Don’t scare other people on your way out.”

He gives you an eager nod before leaving, and you slip your headphones back on. He never even gave you his name, did he? You’re also not entirely certain if he would be taking your advice, but at least this time it wouldn’t be you getting jumpscar—

“Hey!” You almost spit out your food. “No way. I scared you again? You scare pretty easily, huh?”

This time, it’s his turn to start laughing, and you note that this is the third time he’s forgotten about your headphones in the span of fifteen minutes. Not that telling him again would help.

“This is for you. I almost forgot.” He drops a folded piece of paper into your hands. “My number! Oh- you can call me Umemiya.”

He points to the paper. “So you can help me find more songs. I’ll text you the lyrics this time.”

So now he’s expecting you to know what he’s singing over text too. It sounds impossible, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. It’s not like it you would get jumpscared over text, anyway.

[runningfrom2am]

empty threats // LTPF

summary: you get in trouble at school, and don't want to go home just yet.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.4k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. they're just little in this one :'), so no real warnings. besides r being a little violent and threatening, but what's new lol. non-descript mentions and implications of abuse.

a/n: hi! thought i'd post this before s2 of cold nights bc,,, i'm not ready to let this series go just yet lol. this was (kind of) requested a couple of times so i do intend to write another thing ab them before the series! maybe p2 to 'the finer things in life'? lmk

(also would y'all call me crazy if i said this was based on something i actually did in middle school? yes? okay in that case that was a joke. thanks.)

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You were having a bad day. A bad week. Bad month. The academy had not been treating you well this year- nothing really was. But school especially was kicking your ass.

You did well, consistently. A's, A+'s, and it was only at the small cost of your sanity. You hardly slept anymore- which is part of the reason your father started allowing you to wear makeup at the beginning of the year. To hide how dark the circles under your eyes were- how pale you were getting from lack of sunlight and exercise, and the bruises that happened to be visible on warmer days where you weren't required to wear your blazer.

You hadn't slept in a week, you were sure. It was hard to tell. Days and nights blurred together; you were effectively a zombie at fourteen. Even you knew that wasn't right.

"Y/N/N." You didn't realize you were falling asleep leaning on your palm, elbow pressed uncomfortably against the surface of the desk.

"Huh?" You blink rapidly, looking over to the source of your name.

"You okay?" Coryo chuckles quietly, looking you over as he almost always did.

"Never been better." You sigh, shaking your head to refocus yourself on writing the notes on the board.

"You sure about that? I'm not exactly inclined to believe you."

"Yes." You nod, having to lean to the side to even see the board. You didn't notice when Arachne finished her notes and stood right in your line of sight to talk to Livia, who was sitting in front of you.

Yes, your teacher had allowed you to discuss upcoming assignments when you were finished copying down the paragraphs on the board, but that didn't mean Arachne should block your view.

"Arachne." You say, waving for her to move when she looks down at you.

"Have you no manners?" She asks, tilting her head at you.

"Move. Please." You really don't have the patience to argue.

"No thank you, I'm alright here." She smiles, sickly sweet, before promptly returning to her conversation.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath in before slowly letting it out through your nose. "I'm trying to write, and your massive head is blocking the entire board. Move, now."

Coryo snickers beside you, his notes already long done as he sits back to watch.

"We're trying to have a conversation. Some of us have lives outside of school, you know." Arachne digs her grave deeper, crossing her arms as she stares down at you.

You grip your pen in your hand so tight you're afraid it might break.

"Don't." Coryo says to you, reaching out to grab your shoulder in an effort to calm you. He knew this look on you; you looked like you were about to detonate.

You ignore him, trying to look past her again, but she takes a sidestep to the left intentionally blocking your view now. Back and forth, whichever way you lean she's conveniently moving to be right in your line of sight. You try to listen to Coryo and not cause a scene, you really do, but your patience was deteriorating by the second.

"Arachne, I swear to god I will hit you so hard with this book if you don't get out of my way that you'll have worse memory loss than usual. Move."

"Y/N/N, here, let's just switch. You can see just fine from-" Your friend suggests, already standing up to move and open his seat to you.

"Oh, is that so?" The girl laughs at you. "It's not like these notes will ever matter to you. You probably don't even know what that-"

Within a second you're standing, grabbing the textbook from your desk and swinging it at her.

It hits the side of her head with a loud crack that has her stumbling back. Other students are laughing, you can hear it, but only echoes as you breathe heavily.

You smile as she clutches the side of her head, stumbling down into her empty seat. "Thank you." You nod, moving to sit back down and resume taking your notes. Suddenly, you're feeling much more awake; refreshed at being able to channel your frustration into something physical.

Coryo stares at you, almost in shock. Almost, because Arachne should have known that coming from you, there was no such thing as an empty threat.

"Miss Y/L/N!" Your teachers voice bellows as Arachne starts to cry.

God, she's such a baby.

You aren't given the chance to defend yourself before Coryo is speaking up for you. "Sorry, Sir. She's just had a tough week." You shoot him a look and you can see the panic in his eyes, wracking his mind for a way to excuse your violence in a forgivable manner. "I'll take her down to the office." He's helping you up out of your seat before grabbing your books and your bag for you.

Your teacher clearly doesn't have the energy to get into it with you today so he nods, waving for the two of you to go.

"It's just, you know, lady problems." Coryo says as you pass the teacher on his way over to Arachne, who now has Livia fanning her face with a book as if that would help.

"Just, get her out of here." Your teacher says again.

"Of course you would know- just get your insane girlfriend away from me. I can't look at her anymore." Arachne whines, still clutching the side of her head.

You grit your teeth and jam your elbow into your friends ribs at the unnecessary comment right as you exit the doorway.

"Ow!" He winces, looking back to make sure no one saw. "I helped you!"

"I am not on my period, Coriolanus." You hiss, glaring up at him as he walks beside you. "You're such a pig."

"How am I supposed to know! I just know you assaulted Arachne and that's a hard act to excuse. I tried my best."

"You're lucky I'm not. If I was I'd gut you like a fish right now." You grumble, pulling your bag from his shoulder and giving him a shove back.

"I'll count myself lucky then." He chuckles. He never took anything mean you say to him too personally or too seriously. Your threats only ever seemed to be empty when they were directed at him.

"Coryo! Y/N/N! Wait!" You turn and cross your arms as you wait for Sejanus who's speed walking down the hall to catch up.

"Oh, you're late to the party." You grin, raising an eyebrow at him.

"He sent me to escort you guys, didn't want you to sneak off before actually going to the office." He explains as the three of you continue down the hall.

You groan, rolling your eyes. "Ugh, him too?"

"Gross." Coryo mutters.

"Excuse you, that was rude!" You laugh, bumping your shoulder against his arm. You didn't notice when he started to get taller than you, it seemingly happened overnight.

"And I stand by it." He replies, shaking his head at you as you gasp in mock offense.

"I'm wounded, Coryo. Truly."

"Yeah, you guys are never beating those allegations. Sorry." Sejanus laughs.

"True, but it would be nice if he didn't act like i'm repulsive all the time."

"I do not act like you're repulsive!"

"You guys argue like an old married couple. It's cute."

You don't know what prompted you to walk here. Anxiety, maybe, after the receptionist at the office was instructed by Dean Highbottom to call your father this afternoon while you were in the office.

You stand outside the entrance to Coryo's apartment building, pacing in your academy uniform. You stop, staring at the call panel.

"Level 12 Penthouse: Snow"

You chew your lip, looking down at your watch. It was almost five, you wasted time sitting in after school detention staring at the wall. Just press it. You didn't walk all this way just to go home anyways. Press it.

The buzzer is ringing out of the speaker before you can overthink it.

"Uh, hello?" His voice is crackly on the other end, hardly even audible if you weren't panicking over who would answer.

"Coryo, it's me. Can I come in?"

"Uh, hold on. I'll come down." His voice cuts out and you wait for the buzzer that signifies the door is unlocked, but it doesn't come.

You try the handle anyway, but it remains locked. You groan, peeking in for the first time through the large glass windows that made up the entrance to the lobby.

It was a damn mess in there. Garbage bags everywhere, it looked like the floors or the walls hadn't been cleaned in years. Why on earth was there no maintenance in his building? You knew he had a driver, a chef, maids to clean his own apartment, or so he said. Would it be so hard to have the building cleaned every week?

It's a good few minutes before you see your friend open the doors to the stairs, and looking over at the elevator while he walks up to the door you see there's a maintenance sign on it. That was broken, too. Your brow furrows as he walks up to the glass door, shoving it open.

"Y/N... What are you doing here?" He asks, and you give him a once over. He's still wearing his academy uniform, just like you, but without the skirt that drapes around his legs. The buttons are partially undone and buttoned unevenly.

"I, uh..." You start, giving a slight shake of your head. "Why are you still in your uniform?"

"I haven't had the chance to change.." He lies, eyeing you quizzically. He definitely won't be telling you that his only casual clothes are noticeably too small on him, ankles showing in the only pyjama pants he owns so he had to throw this back on in a rush. Usually, he just sleeps in his boxers and only leaves the house in dress clothes. "What's going on?" He asks, changing the subject.

You take a deep, shaky breath and shake your head. "I... was just hoping you'd want to hangout." You smile, but it's not convincing enough for him.

"Oh, uh, I'm a little busy right now..." He glances back inside.

"Of course. Yes. I'm sorry." You nod, slightly disappointed.

"But, I mean, it's just homework. If you have your stuff we could work on it together." He suggests, sensing your discomfort.

"Came straight from school!" You grin, patting your bag where it hangs at your waist.

"Uh, okay..." He chuckles a bit, checking the time on his watch before reaching past you to buzz his own apartment.

You wait for a moment before another voice rings out.

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"Coryo, did you lock yourself out again?" His cousin sighs.

"Again?" You gasp, covering your mouth as you laugh quietly at him.

His cheeks flush. "No, I didn't. I was hoping you could bring my school bag down to me, Y/N and I are going to hers to work on homework."

Your smile fades as he volunteers your home. The reason you came was because you didn't want to go back there. Not yet.

"I'll be right down!"

You hear the click of it disconnecting and he smiles at you. "Just give her a minute."

"We can't- Uh..." How to word this without sounding weird. "My brother has friends over, I think. They're always super loud so that's why I came here..."

"Oh, okay. Well..." He looks back inside again. "We can find somewhere else to go. My grandma'am is sleeping, that's all."

You're both lying to each others faces and neither of you knew.

"Sounds good." You nod. "My brother and his friends are just like, so annoying. I wish they would just get together and like... read or something..." You laugh nervously, rubbing your arm.

"I get it." He hums and you laugh.

"As if, Coryo, you are that younger brother."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"This is exactly how my little brother fights with me so..."

"Except I don't have siblings. So that's impossible."

"Yes you do."

"No, I don't."

"You do!" You laugh. "You realize the genetic components have like... nothing to do with that, right? Tigris is effectively your sister. You live together, for christs sake. Besides, I know I'm right because of... everything." You gesture to him vaguely and he glares at you.

"That's why we get along so well." You smile sweetly at him. "I'm a big sister. I know exactly how to handle little brothers. And you're used to having a big sister around, so you tolerate me."

"Tigris is not my sister, and you are nothing like her."

You playfully roll your eyes. "I wouldn't know. But I would bet money that we have more in common than you know."

"Definitely not." He protests, shaking his head as Tigris steps out of the stairwell with his book bag in hand. She smiles and waves at you as she comes up to the door, opening it to hand it out to him.

"Thank you." He nods, and she turns to you, blocking the door from closing as she stands there.

"Y/N, how are you?" She smiles, holding her housecoat around herself. It had been a long time since you'd seen her- she left the academy before you were old enough to study in the same buildings.

"I'm well, thank you." You smile. "Yourself?"

"I'm good." She nods. "How is school treating you?"

You laugh, shrugging and reaching up to rub your eyes. "Well enough, I suppose. Gives me something to do."

She smiles, sadly, and nods. You look over at Coryo quickly. "Should we be going then?"

He nods. "Yes, we should. Thank you, Tigris."

"Of course." She grins, waving you off as you make your way back down the steps ahead of him.

Coryo throws his bag over his shoulder, rushing to follow you as he notices his mismatched buttons and quickly tries to fix it. "Where do you want to go?" He asks, and you shrug.

"Maybe the park? It's a nice day out." You offer.

He looks around. It wasn't that nice- there was a thin overcast of clouds that suggested it may start to rain, and there wasn't much time before the sun would set. "I mean, it looks like it's going to rain. Noise doesn't bother me, we could just go to your house."

You sigh, looking down at your feet as you walk in no particular direction, kicking a stone across the broken pavement. "No." You quickly dismiss it. "What about the old bomb shelter? I know how to get into the one on my block. There's an unlocked door."

Your friend wrinkles up his nose at the suggestion. "Isn't it gross and dusty and dark?"

"It's not that bad." You laugh. "Don't be a baby."

"Do you remember the bombings?" You ask, pushing aside an old curtain in the underground shelter.

"I don't think I could forget if I wished to." Coryo mutters, looking around. It was dusty, but you had found a light switch very quickly. The lights overhead flickered after years of not being used, but for some reason, power was still connected. Like they were still on standby, waiting for another flood of terrified people to swarm in during the night after years of being left untouched.

"Me neither." You hum, adjusting your bag over your shoulder. "We slept over there." You point vaguely to a far corner of the vast space of old bunk beds and tables.

"Cozy." Coryo mumbles, stepping around a crack in the ceiling where water had dripped down into a puddle on the floor.

You laugh as you place your bag down on a table, quickly removing your blazer to dust off the bench next to it so the two of you could sit. You won't get in any more trouble for dirtying your uniform than you already are for hitting your classmate.

You lay the red material down across it and use your palms to wipe the table so your friend would be more comfortable placing his stuff there. "Here, sit." You smile, patting the spot next to yourself.

"Thanks." He nods, eyes locked on the yellowing bruise that falls around your wrist. It was previously unnoticeable under the shadow of your blazer sleeve, but now with only your blue dress shirt slightly folded up, it was clear as day. To him, anyway. His eyes flick up to your face as you dig through your bag, so blissfully unaware that now he knows why you came to him instead of going home. He hadn't thought of it before.

"Well?" You turn, raising an eyebrow at him when he doesn't make an effort to move. "You scared or something? I don't bite."

He shakes himself out of his stupor of realization. Maybe one day he would say something, but that certainly wouldn't be today. "I'm pretty sure you do." He jokes, sliding into the spot next to you.

"Oh, how you think so little of me." You laugh as he starts pulling papers and books out of his bag. A small smile tugs on his lips, but he doesn't look at you. You tilt your head a little bit, watching his movements closely. He's so sophisticated for a boy who just turned fourteen.

"I was working on math before you showed up. Want to do that first?" His lips are moving suddenly, and you only notice after that he's looking at you.

"Oh, yes. Sure." You smile, quickly turning back to your own notebooks and pulling out the right one. You didn't want to work on homework, not at all, but it was better than being at home.

"What page are you on?" Coryo asks absentmindedly, flipping through his textbook to note both where he is and where you are. You didn't need his help, but he was happy to offer it.

"236. You?"

"250."

"You're fast." You giggle, shaking your head as you look at him.

"Well, I had an hour when I got home, so..."

"Right." You wonder as you stare at his blonde curls if they get poofy when he brushes it. It must. He clearly hasn't had a haircut in quite a while. You twist the ends of your own hair between your fingers. You haven't either.

Coryo's brow is furrowed in concentration as he tries to read in the mediocre lighting, copying down the equation he was working on.

"Why are you friends with me?" You ask impulsively, and his writing hand freezes for just a moment.

"Because... You're nice to me." He answers simply, resuming the question he was on.

"I'm not that nice to you." You giggle. "Everyone is nice to you, mostly."

"Yes, well, you're funny too. It seems that all our classmates have monkey brains, or something."

"So you think I'm smart?" You tease, leaning your chin on your palm.

"Aren't you?" He deflects the question back to you, not risking looking your way.

"I like to think so." You shrug. "But that's not a good reason to be friends with someone."

"Then why are you friends with me?"

You bite your lip, picking up your pencil and suddenly finding an interest in the bite marks you've left in the wood over the last week. "I don't know." You say honestly. "You're nice to me... I suppose." You laugh, seeing the irony in your response.

Coryo finally looks at you, smiling knowingly. "See?"

"Okay, fine. But I like to think we get along really well, don't you think?" You really don't want to do your homework, deciding it would be better to just talk anyway. That's why you went to him, you realize. You wanted to talk.

"Sejanus said we bicker like an old married couple." He chuckles.

"Well, yes, but he's wrong. Besides, an old couple wouldn't be married if they didn't at least get along most of the time."

He nods, tapping his pencil against his notebook. "I guess you're right." He agrees. "But we don't really fight, it's just... pretend. You know that, right?" He looks at you hopefully, trying to pick up on a sense of understanding in your eyes.

"Well, duh." You giggle nervously. "If we really fought I wouldn't be your friend. I'd hit you with a book, as we know."

He nods, but doesn't laugh at your joke. "I wouldn't hurt you on purpose. Ever." Don't look at her wrist, don't look at her wrist, don't look at-

"I know." You nod, speaking quieter now as you feel the seriousness in his tone. The smile on your face is genuine, but he can tell it's forced beyond sadness. "Maybe that's why I'm friends with you."

"That's a good reason." He says softly, matching your smile. "Trust is the most important thing."

You think he doesn't know how much that means to you, but he does. You force yourself to look away quickly, torn between the urges to both cry and kiss him. You'd never kissed anyone before, but you'd decided when other girls started having boyfriends who they only stayed with for a week that if you had to pick anyone, it would be Coryo. Something tells you he wouldn't break your heart.

"So you trust me?" You ask, blinking away tears as you pretend to focus on your schoolwork.

"Of course I do."

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[omegalomania]

What are some of your favorite aro-/ace-coded fob lyrics?

oh fuck yes a little bowl of seeds just for me

boycott love from disloyal order of water buffaloes is a personal favorite of mine. its a lyric i really really want tattooed at some point. that's not the only lyric i latch onto from an aro perspective but it's probably the biggest one

basically the entirety of it's hard to say "i do" when i don't but a special mention goes to you are appealing to emotions that i simply do not have as well as the only ring i want buried with me are the ones around my eyes

it's true romance is dead / i shot it in the chest and in the head from the music or the misery is also a favorite of mine, also just that whole song in general

i thought i loved you but it was just how you looked in the light in hum hallelujah resonates with a lot of queer folks i've found, and it's no different for me

same goes for it's a strange way of saying that i know i'm supposed to love you from g.i.n.a.s.f.s.

i'm outside the door, invite me in / so we can go back and play pretend from alone together brings me back to when i was trying to perform heteronormativity/amatonormativity even if it was making me miserable

i also hold to a very similar vibe with she said "i love you 'till i don't" / i am just playing house, no idea what i'm doing now from sunshine riptide and also most of burna boy's verse, frankly. i fell in love but i didn't fall down and feel like i'm bulletproof, baby in particular

american beauty/american psycho, particularly the first verse. i think i fell in love again / maybe i just took too much cough medicine

golden is a big one for queer folks in general i've found. the chorus especially hits hard from an aro and/or ace reading. and i saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies / and all the lovers with no time for me

i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth is a heavy song no matter how you slice it. but that chorus gets to me in particular: we can fake it for the airwaves / force our smiles, baby, half-dead / from comparing myself to everyone else around me

the kids aren't alright reads to me as one big anthem for platonic love above anything romantic, which resonates super hard with me. the second verse has a lot of good lines that i latch onto from an aroace lens too. your love is anemic and i can't believe / that you couldn't see it coming from me

pretty much the whole chorus of HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T does it for me, and those verses have got some good aroallo vibes too! i never really feel a thing... confidants but never friends...

the whole of fake out is a gimme. that chorus rings real true. starts with love is in the air, i just gotta find a window to break out and finishing with but it was all a fake-out

i've got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers is one that has another highly applicable title but the whole refrain of the truth hurts worse / than anything i could bring myself to do to you paired with the one-two punch of that second verse REALLY gets under my skin

and of course, the culminating one: you are what you love, not who loves you from save rock and roll. obviously there are a LOT of ways to read that line

there are a couple other songs i latch onto - wilson (expensive mistakes); a little less "sixteen candles", a little more "touch me"; the (after) life of the party to name a few - but the ones listed above are the big lyrics that resonate with me on a personal level

just in general i have a shitton of fob over on my aro playlist (which doubles as a general aroace/queer playlist but has a lot of emphasis on aromanticism) in case i forgot to mention anything but like i said those are the big ones

[literalliterature]

[ID written by the artist @ultrasopp : stylized drawing of the northern lights. bright green “waves” drawn in thick lines cover the upper left corner of the drawing. the rest is a dark blue sky filled with stars. End ID.]

guess i'm some kind of freak: a laika borealis playlist

(yes it's another TTRPG OC playlist yes she is named after the space dog)

[Spotify]

01) 10,000-Year Earworm to Discourage Resettlement Near Nuclear Waste Repositories (Don't Change Color, Kitty) -- Emperor X

the radiation that the change implies/can kill, and that's a fact

02) Look Who's Inside Again -- Bo Burnham

when you're a kid and you're stuck in your room/you'll do any old shit to get out of it

03) The Mind Electric -- Miracle Musical

scattering sparks of thought energy/deliver me and carry me away

04) Mariella -- Kate Nash

i'm heavy-handed/to say the least/my mother thinks i'll be an awful clutcher

05) Just a Girl -- Florence + the Machine

oh, i'm just a girl/take a good look at me/just your typical prototype

06) Next Up Forever -- AJR

this is my imagination/this is how it looks and sounds/but i gotta go so much bigger/so they can never shut me down

07) Brass Band -- Jukebox the Ghost

boredom is a gift/but i've had enough of it to last a lifetime/give me something shocking

08) Second Child, Restless Child -- The Oh Hellos

and they saw trouble in my eyes/they were quick to recognize the devil in me

09) Numb Bears -- Of Monsters and Men

far across the ocean alone/while numb bears at home/said i could never get there/but i'm already there

10) Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star) -- Olivia Olson

haven't you noticed i made it this far?/now everyone can see me burning

11) I Like That -- Janelle Monae

but even back then, with the tears in my eyes/i always knew i was the shit

12) Scrawny -- Wallows

if i'm offending them i don't mind/maybe they all should listen to me/it isn't all about what you see

13) Problems -- Mother Mother

i found love in the strangest place/tied up and branded, locked in a cage

14) Blah Blah Blah -- The Oozes

get out of there/you don't deserve that chair

15) Carnivore -- Bear Attack!

you took my heart and ate it/but i won't be your victim/can't take it anymore

16) Saint Bernard -- Lincoln

you always said how you love dogs/i don't know if i count, but i'm trying my best/when i'm howlin' and barkin' these songs

17) Never Love an Anchor -- The Crane Wives

it's a secret i keep tucked inside my chest/with this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful

18) The Mind Electric -- Chonny Jash

it seems those beams of light have caused some glare/freakish and dismal, hollow and bleak

19) Neighborhood #2 (Laika) -- Arcade Fire

when daddy comes home/you always start a fight

[lampmanliveblogs]

So if jaspis is the Swedish word for jasper, then what do you guys use as Lapis Lazuli and Jasper's ship name?

Good question! Sadly, there are two fundamental misconceptions at the basis of this question, two assumptions you made that are not true.

It implies there is a swedish fandom. There isn’t. There are swedish fans. I’ve found forum posts discussing how bad the dub is, there was enough of an audience to make a fuzz about an iffy translation choice, and I’ve even found some fan translations and covers of songs. HERE is a whole playlist.

The truth is that most swedish fans who were old enough to want to engage in a fandom, look at fanart, read fanfic, etc, they probably did what I did: watch the show in english and then join the english-speaking fandom. I only started watching the dub out of morbid curiosity, and then I watched the entire thing with my little brother who doesn’t know much english yet.

You give the dub too much credit. You are correct in assuming they would translate the gems’ names, because they did do that. So Garnet is called Granat, Amethyst is called Ametist, and Pearl is called Pärlan (a translation I’m not fond of for reasons I won’t go into now).

Your mistake is in thinking that they would be consistent with this. Like, at all. The dub is consistently inconsistent with its naming scheme. I have a conspiracy theory, that the show was translated by three different people who took turns doing different episodes, but they did not talk to each other and they maybe also hated each other.

The worst offender is what they did to my poor cotton candy-haired goddess Rose Quartz. Rose Quartz is ”Rosenkvarts” in swedish. You could call her Ros for short. Maybe Rosa, if you wanna be cute. They did not do that, oh no. They called her, drum roll… Rose Kvarts. Which is some swenglish nonsense and every time they say that, it inflicts psychic damage on me.

So what does this mean for everyone’s favorite Big Buff Ostbåge? Well, they did not bother translating Jasper’s name, they just call her… Jasper. They also do this with Ruby, Sapphire, and a few others. However, remember, consistently inconsistent. There are, according to the notes I took while watching the show with my brother, two episodes where they DO call Jasper ”Jaspis.” Super Watermenlon Island and Crack the Whip. And again, Ruby and Sapphire suffered this as well, occasionally being called ”Rubin” and ”Safir.”

Conclusion Let’s construct three scenarios wherein there is a swedish fandom of Steven Universe.

In the first scenario, the swedish-speaking fandom uses the names as they are given within the dub, prioritizing the first or most common name used. In this scenario, the Jasper/Lapis Lazuli ship would probably still be called Jaspis. I can imagine it being bit of a meme with people being like ”You ship Jaspis? D-do you ship her with herself?” and everyone has a sensible chuckle about it.

In the second scenario, the swedish-speaking fandom uses the original english names for the characters, as well as the ship names. In this scenario, the Jasper/Lapis Lazuli ship is still called Jaspis.

In the third scenario, the dub was not a nigh-incomprehensible mess, but translated all the gem names properly, as it should have done. In this scenario, what would the swedish-speaking fandom call the Jasper/Lapis Lazuli ship, or rather, the Jaspis/Lapis Lazuli ship? I don’t know, but I’m partial to Jazuli. Maybe Laspis?

Final Thoughts This ask reignited a dormant hatred within me, hatred I thought I had outgrown and left behind. I was certain I didn’t need it. But it is a part of me, the part I always have to repress. I don’t know that I can do it much longer.

[uselesscian]

Disclaimer: 

I originally wrote This in a YouTube Playlist (here, if you want to hear) like a POV but I decided to start writing little things here.

A little bit spicy (?

Genderneutral reader x Neuvillette & Wriothesley

And I'm not so good at English but I'm trying. I hope you like it.

"This is so boring!" you yelled in desperation.

Spending two days in that insipid cell was beginning to drive you crazy. Perhaps it would be better to leave (for a while) your acts of dubious legality.

"What? Are you already tired of being here?"

You got up as soon as you heard that well-known voice and you saw that black-haired man on the other side of the bars.

"My beloved, Wriothesley!" you yelled again but now in pure happiness "I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again, just let me go"

"You should have thought that before scamming people" he reproached.

"I already said I'm sorry" you pouted.

"You should thank me, I was in charge of giving you a light sentence" then another familiar voice sounded from the hallway and after a few seconds a tall white-haired man stood to one side of Wriothesley.

"Nevi! You're here too"

"Nevi…?" he asked with a bitter feeling.

"Yeah, your name is long" you gave a mischievous smile before speaking again "Or do you prefer that I call you 'love of my life'?"

Neuvillette only managed to remain silent, but Wriothesley could only think of something:

«Why don't you give me a nickname too?»

"Anyway, what are you two doing here?" you asked curiously "are you here to get me out or maybe… to keep me some company?".

"Unfortunately we can't get you out of here" he said as he took out the keys and opened the cell door "but we can keep you company"

"Hmm~ is that so? I'm very lucky"

The two entered, closing the door behind them, and Wriothesley was the first to approach.

"So… how should I repay your kindness?" you questioned watching how the black-haired one got closer and closer, he smirked "I think you already know".

By then he was close enough, just one more move and you were the one who did it. You took his tie and pushed him towards you causing their lips to meet in a desperate and passionate kiss.

He was fast because from one moment to the next his hands were already running through your body looking for a way to get rid of those annoying clothes.

When you finally caught your breath you looked at the other man "Oh, Nevi" you whimpered in a teasing tone "What are you waiting for?"

It was then that Neuvillette came up behind you, took you by the waist and began to leave kisses all over your neck.

You could not do more than sigh with pleasure because of the stimulation that those two gave you.

Wriothesley was in charge of monopolizing your lips as much as he could and Neuvillette was in charge of leaving kisses on your neck and shoulders while also giving attention to a certain lower part.

And then the clothes began to spread on the floor. 

That night you would no longer be bored.

[doyelikehaggis]

Ok first of all, the name change confused me sm I thought I lost your user. Second of all, I hate you so much. You gave me a taste and now I’m addicted, but can’t get my fix because the drug is discounted, I’m going insane why did you do this to me

(Drug = stHudson|jesse/finn)

It has taken me about 9 months to answer this, so I'm sorry about that, first of all. However, your dealer is back in business and good to supply you with another hit of the good stuff, free of charge as extra apology. This is a continuation of the original St. Hudson drabble I wrote, set after Rachel did "Run, Joey, Run". <3

It's probably common knowledge to just about everyone that Finn doesn't really understand a lot of things that other people do. However, he thought he at least knew some things. Like, when someone suggests having lunch together, it's usually followed by an agreement to make an arrangement of some sort.

The other person doesn't usually just slide onto the bench across from them the next day and start taking food off of their tray like it's some sort of routine. Do they?

This is what has been going on in Finn's mind for the last ten minutes. Or has it been longer? He's lost track of just about anything, including his thoughts, from the second that Jesse joined his table in the cafeteria.

It occurs to him that he hasn't caught a single thing that he's been saying, either. Something about that strikes him as familiar, but that thought leads to thinking about Rachel, and he doesn't really feel like doing that right now when the whole "Run, Joey, Run" thing is still so fresh.

A quick, sharp snap brings him back. He focuses on Jesse, his eyes widening slightly as he tries to figure out how to ask him to repeat his entire rant without making it obvious he just zoned out. Or if he even wants him to repeat himself at all. Chances are, he won't understand it any better the second time around.

Before he can say anything more than, "Um--" Jesse takes the reins.

"So, you are still in there," he says, but the remark isn't as scathing as it might have once been. His head tilts to one side, fingers steepling under his chin as he observes Finn with furrowed brows. "So, what do you think?"

Finn blinks. "Um. What do I think?"

"Mhm." He's fearful momentarily that that's all he's going to get, and wonders again how he's going to lie his way through this interaction, only for Jesse to thankfully continue, "I mean, if we're going to do a duet to truly show Rachel that her pathetic little triple-act casting was the last straw for both of us, then it's going to have to be a song that really means something. I would choose it myself from my revenge playlist, but we should really draw on both of our emotions towards her, so what song would you say really captures your resentment, and your anguish, your deep-seated pain and loathing for Rachel?"

Finn blinks again. "Wait, we're doing a duet? When?"

If Jesse hadn't already figured out that he was not paying attention before, he's tipped off now. "On Wednesday? Mr Schue's next assignment for the week is going to be about moving on, and healing from past traumas. It's the perfect time to show Rachel that she hurt us and we will not let her walk all over us again."

"Past traumas?" Finn repeats. His mind goes briefly to his dad. "Are you sure singing about Rachel is really the best way to... show her you're over her? I mean, no offence, dude, but it might just make her think that we're still, like, hung up on her or something."

Jesse frowns. He takes a beat before quietly saying, "Maybe you're right." He leans back, his expression thoughtful now. "She's so vain and self-centered, of course she'd misinterpret the entire thing." He looks up at him so suddenly that Finn startles slightly. "We could sing 'She's So Vain', it's a classic."

Sighing, Finn says, "Look, Jesse, I get it. You're hurt. I was a bit, too. But maybe the best way to show her that you're not just gonna forgive her and get back with her is to -- to just... move on. You know, like Mr Schue wants us to do? You gotta let it go, dude."

"If that was your way of suggesting we sing that atrocious number from 'Frozen' then I am calling for a veto. My vocal talents will not be going to waste for a single second on that movie."

"I don't even know what that is," Finn say truthfully, and a little confused, as he always seems to be when Jesse's the one talking to him. "But, no. I'm saying to just... stop. Stop obsessing over what she did, and just forget about it. You broke up with her. It's over."

He shrugs, finally picking up his slice of soggy pizza to take a bit of it. After all, it's about the only thing left on his tray after Jesse somehow managed to pinch more or less everything else whilst talking at the speed of a bullet train.

Jesse continues to stare at him. It's a little bit unnerving. Finn just looks away and tries to ignore him, chewing self-consciously. Finally, he catches movement in his peripheral and looks back up to find Jesse once again leaning back, but this time with a look about him as if he's been stunned by something.

"You know, Finn," he says softly, "people really don't give you enough credit. You're smart. For someone who just seems to be stumbling his way through each day with those... large limbs and tall frame, and that amazingly, beautiful stereotypical jock body of yours... you're probably actually right."

He nods to himself like he's just had wisdom imparted on him by Yoda. Meanwhile, Finn's still slowly chewing in confusion, trying to work out if he was just complimented and insulted at the same time. Jesse's way of speaking is like one big riddle. There's a reason that Finn prefers the Joker as a villain, and it's not just because he really likes Heath Ledger. Though, that does have a big part in it, too.

"So," Jesse says, and he smiles, "what do you suggest we sing instead? I think we can still conform to Mr Schue's assignment about healing and moving on by singing something like 'I Want To Break Free' but if we wanted to do something more out there, there is always 'The Reason' by Hoobastank. I would prefer something a touch more classic over rock but it's a good song nonetheless. I just don't know if it's right for us."

Jesse steeples his fingers under his chin once more, looking pensive as he ponders it to himself. Finn watches him, pondering the fact that yesterday, they could barely stand to be seated next to each other in the choir room, and now today they're an "us" and trying to figure out what to sing for a duet. He's not even actually sure when he agreed to do a duet.

But, the more he thinks about it, the less opposed to the idea he becomes. Sure, it'll be a bit weird. Okay, a lot weird, but the dude's not a bad singer, an at the very least, he won't have to do too much worrying over what to sing as Jesse seems to be taking the lead on that so far. Unless he picks something way too embarrassing.

When he asks again what Finn thinks, he shrugs an says, "I don't know. I guess it's hard to pick something because... well, we don't really know each other. How are we supposed to sing something together about, you know, moving on and stuff when we... haven't really moved on from anything? At least, not together, you know, you and me."

Jesse almost looks affronted at that. "What do you mean? I thought after our conversation yesterday at your locker about Rachel that we were friends."

"Well..." Finn chuckles. "Dude, it's not that easy. Sure, I don't hate you and I guess you don't hate me but, like, we're not... really... friends." Seeing the look on his face, almost crestfallen, he for some reason finds himself hastening to backtrack. "Look, I don't mean that I don't want to be. It's just that, to be friends with someone, you've gotta do a lot more than just have one conversation where you agree to have lunch."

Frowning, Jesse uncertainly asks, "Like what? Surely singing together is the best way to get to know someone. It usually works for me."

"I'm sure it does. But you just gotta know more. You gotta hang out more, do things together, tell each other stuff, you know. Like, what's your favourite colour?"

"My favourite colour? How does knowing that make us friends?" he asks doubtfully, but at Finn's insistence, he rolls his eyes. "Orange."

"Mine is red," Finn replies and grins. "See, a normal conversation isn't that hard, dude, you just gotta be willing to try. Open up a bit."

Nodding slowly, Jesse seems to mull this over as Finn finishes off his pizza and downs half of his water. When he's done, Jesse has finally come to some kind of conclusion on the concept of friendship.

"So, what kind of things do you like to do other than Glee?" he asks.

"Well, I mostly do football. I'm pretty tired by the time I get home from practice most weekdays, so I don't get a chance to do a lot else, but sometimes I'll watch TV. I really like game shows."

"Game shows," Jesse repeats, but it isn't to mock him. He actually brightens up the more they talk, and begins asking more questions. Does he like arcades? Shopping? Malls? Road trips?

Finn has just finished telling him that he would love to go on a road trip someday but he and his mom just haven't really had the time or money to do it in the past when the bell goes.

"I could take you on one," Jesse says quickly when it stops. "I have a car. We could go this weekend. It would give us a chance to think some more on a song for our duet and... get to know each other more."

For some reason, the suggestion stuns him. Probably because, once again, they couldn't stand each other yesterday. How does something like that change so much in just twenty-four hours?

Even now, he's hesitant to agree to it. A weekend with only Jesse for company? Sure, this had been kinda nice, and he's actually not the worst company, but lunch is only forty minutes. A weekend is more like forty hours.

Yet he can't bring himself to say no. Something about the way Jesse's looking at him. Turning him down feels like he would be denying a puppy a treat for doing a trick. After all, he did just tell him that to be a friend, you have to put in a little effort. The guy's trying.

"Uh... sure," he finally says, standing from the bench. A smile spreads across his face at the way Jesse positively lights up. "Yeah, why not? Where do you wanna go?"

They still haven't actually answered that question when the weekend comes around. Finn hops into Jesse's car and waves goodbye to his mom, who is probably just glad to have the house to herself for once. He then turns to Jesse as he starts up the engine.

Once again, he asks where they're going. Jesse begins on what is sure to be a twenty-minute run-down of a fully itemized plan for the following two days. Finn hears "Nashville" and decides that's all he really needs to know. He reaches forward and turns on the radio while Jesse pulls away from his house.

A few songs later, "Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman starts playing. His fingers drum along to it on his thigh and Jesse interrupts his tangent to gush over the vocals before diving into the song himself. Finn joins him, caught up in his own soft spot for the song after hearing his mom play it for hours. They're both singing as they speed down the motorway. Together. The weekend has barely started but already something else has. A duet, of sorts.

[shanesbluechicken]

Ooh, for sure for sure! Cant say im 100% emo myself but its not always dark and edgy or whatever stereotype emo has (though yeah ive seen a fair share of my own and thats completely valid)

I was thinking the reader be an anti social but friendly kind of emo. They wear dark clothing, but not all the time or all of it because they still do farming and wearing dark clothes make it hotter and make them sweatier. They dont wear eyeliner (it smudges when they sweat :/) but they do when its a non farming day. An emo in style but a lil softie in heart

I was imagining the headcanons start with shane assuming the reader to be cold and rude because of their appearance but started warming up to them after he realised how nice they were (and maybe add a few dating headcanons in the end if u could)

Thanks again!! Love ur writing sm ^^ -🦝

Shane with an emo s/o

Tysm for the info!🤗

It's based on this ask

TW: heavy language

Gender: neutral

Yes, first time seeing you he was quick to judge to say the least. You definitely stood out with your dark clothes and the even darker makeup and since he didn't know you personally, Shane kinda automatically put you in a box.

Much to his surprise the other town members didn't even seem to notice the fact that you're the extreme opposite of...well, Pelican Town.

It's not that he didn't like your style (he even thought that it suits you well), he simply wasn't familiar with the scene or the people in it. He remembered having some emo kids back in school, but he never interacted with them, only hearing gossip from other class mates who were just as clueless as he was.

In the first week he almost didn't even recognize you without your usual aesthetic, but he already guessed that it must be kinda in the way of work. Black clothes absorb the sun light after all. He had the feeling that something was off, but he couldn't quite place his finger on what.

One evening you entered the saloon wearing your whole attire. Clothes and makeup were spot on and when you took a seat near his corner, he caught himself admiring your eyeliner. Shane could not understand how in the name of Yoba you managed to make it look so...pretty. He banished the thought the second it appeared in his mind. Or tried it at least.

But now he knew what felt so off the last couple times he saw you in the town square, wearing a plain t-shirt and plain pants. This style, YOUR style, completes you somehow. Now you were in your element and fuck, he was staring again.

It didn't take long for him to realize that all the stories and gossip he heard all these years ago were nothing but bullshit. He wasn't better than all these judgmental shitheads tho, considering he put you in a box as well.

You were the nicest person he has ever met, giving out gifts without expecting anything in return and going out of your way to help others. He should have known better.

And now that you two are dating he makes sure to make up for all the times he treated you crappy in the beginning.

Shane loves watching you get ready, taking in every single minute he spends with you. He loves to sing along with you to your playlists when you do chores together. It's not much singing on his side, more mumbling to be honest.

You tried showing him how to put on eyeliner, but he can't even make a straight line :'D

You've tried rubbing your style off, because please his JojaMart jacket can't be considered a jacket anymore. This thing consists of more holes than material.

"Black would suit you so much, I bet."

"No."

It does.

Shane also often times uses clichés to make jokes, but nothing that would genuinely offend you. For example when you'd find a pretty, black stone in the mines and show it to him.

"Look! It's so black!"

"Like your soul?"

Masterlist

[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday, Niri!! Maybe ❛ know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty, oh my sunlight. ❜ from the Hozier prompts for Thalia/Blackwall if it strikes your fancy? 🥰

Hi Aster!! Thanks, this song is now on their playlist 🥺

Fluffuary is over, we’re on to MARCH ANGST MADNESS apparently 

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 940

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After the judgment, Thalia finds him in the barn. He is bent over the workshop table she ordered kept there, all tools exactly where he left them. Not one thing out of place. He leans heavily on the wood, back hunched as if in pain. Her fury licks and lashes at her, not allowing herself to find this pitiable. She storms up behind him. 

“Why did you do that?” she demands. 

He stays still as a statue. Still as the dead.

Thalia takes a breath. “I said—”

“Heard you the first time.” His voice has lost its volume and the bluster he employed in the hall. He straightens, slowly, and turns to her, face a mask. “Why’d I do what, my lady?” 

Hearing him use her title after the spectacle at the judgment is too much. “Don’t you dare,” she snarls, pacing in front of him. She wants to overturn the table. She wants to hurl bales of hay at his stupid stoic face. “You walked into that room, in front of all those people, and you— you—”

“Told the truth?” He raises his heavy brows. 

“Insulted me.” Thalia holds up a hand, ticking grievances off on her fingers. “Questioned my authority,  proclaimed me capable of summary execution, accused me of criminal corruption—”

“I fail to see the inaccuracy of those statements.” 

Thalia isn’t sure whether she wants to laugh or burst into tears. “I saved you. I risked everything — everything! To get you out of Val Royeaux. To give you a second chance.” 

“Yes, and how is that going for you?” He crosses arms over his broad chest, lip curling into a sneer. “Was it worth it, to soil yourself and your organization, for me? A traitor who should have been hanged years ago?” 

“Don’t — no, no, don’t call yourself that. Please.” She can feel it all slipping away from her, the whirling madness of what she’d witnessed at the Val Royeaux gallows taking hold again. She can feel the roar in her ears, as if the crowd was still around her, looking up at the man she knew to be noble, and loyal, and great. 

He scoffs. “You ought to see now, my lady. Who I really am.” 

I am Thom Rainier, he’d said. And Thalia thought, Who? 

The name bore no weight for her; he sounded like a stranger. Ever since, however, the shade of that stranger has grown larger and larger, threatening to engulf the man she knows in her heart to be real. She sees them both before her right now. The light from the fire pit casts a large, dancing shadow on the wall behind him, ghoulish and depraved. 

“I don’t believe you,” she breathes. 

“Well, you’d best start.” The flickering flames cut his chiseled face at disturbing angles. He looks mean, dangerous. She tries to imagine him without the beard, hair cut short, a fat coin purse weighing down his pocket on a dark nighttime road. She can’t. “Nothing will change it. Not any number of lovely lies, nor your so-called mercy.”

He speaks with such contempt, it makes her feel violated, unclean. Is this what she bought with her ignorant pride? A man so bent on destroying himself in darkness that he despises any ray of sun? 

“Is that how it’s going to be, then?” Thalia asks, her voice clogged with tears. “If you truly hate me so much, you can leave. I’ll release you from your servitude.” 

“Ah, ah, not so fast.” His smile is grim. “You can’t do that, and you know it. Think about it. They’re already talking, every single one of them who was in that room. Whispering to each other. That you were too lenient. That you looked upon me too favorably. You put on a good show, my lady, but everyone saw.” He tilts his head, voice going gravely and low. “If you let me walk out of here, you might lose them completely.” 

Thalia’s knees begin to shake, her palms sweaty. He’s right. 

Of course he’s right. 

“You are only as powerful as your people allow you to be,” says Thom Rainier. “I thought I taught you that, but it turned out you were a pretty fool after all.”

With a frustrated cry, she launches herself at him, this much taller, much stronger man. She swings her arm — to strike or punch or claw, she isn’t sure. He snatches her easily by the wrist, staying her. His grip tightens and tightens. She feels the small bones at the base of her hand grind against each other. Impassively, he pulls her toward him, holding her up so that she must stand on tip-toes, off-balance. 

“I thought you would be grateful,” she whispers, wincing. 

He brings his face closer to hers, eyes narrowed. She is aware he is a man who is so good at killing he’s made a career of it. His voice is as low as a threat. “Know that I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty.”

Icarus, of course: the old Tevene myth. A man with wings of wax, flying too near the sun, and plummeting. She feels herself melting this close to his lips. Pain shoots down her arm.

“You’re— you’re hurting me.” She sounds weak, afraid.

He releases her. Thalia stumbles back, hand tingling. Her whole limb smarts. She cradles her tender wrist close to her chest and stares at him without comprehension.

He turns his back on her. “Now. Get out of my sight.” 

It is fully dark outside. Thalia trudges across the courtyard. The crickets have never been so loud. 

[eggplantgirlwonder]

Tumblr should love this app since it seems to be setting up a season long gag about shoelaces

Like any respectable millennial confronting the harsh, creeping reality of the ever-quickening passage of time, I've recently become more aware of some of life's universal constants: death, taxes, Ticketmaster being a dick, and the sinking suspicion that the implementation of universal healthcare in the US is going to be the world's longest running Shaggy Dog story.

And so post hoc, ergo propter hoc, I've had the thought that maybe if I'm lucky I can avoid the inevitable crush of capitalism-driven-health-care costs by, like, moving my body more regularly? Thankfully, capitalism and popular mass media was ready to help take my money in assisting me with this so-called ~exercise~ endeavor, which is why today I'm going to be reviewing/documenting my experience trying out Six to Star's Marvel Move

Six to Start is the company behind Zombies, Run! which is a story-based running app set during a zombie apocalypse where you run while characters narrate the world/plot in short audio clips. They've since expanded to doing story-based exercise in all manner of genres, and must be doing very well for themselves since they recently were able to get themselves an official Marvel© brand licensing deal. Marvel Move currently has three different Marvel-based stories that you can run to: a Thor (and Loki) story, a Hulk story, and an X-Men story. In the future, there's going to be a Daredevil story (which based on the artwork should have Black Widow as a character) and a Dr. Strange story as well. The world is definitely comic-based, not MCU based, as far as I can tell -- the X-Men story is set in the current comic status quo of Krakoa being a thing, and the Thor story's got Asgard being, like, a space thing again and not a tourist trap in Norway. Helpfully, the Thor (and Loki) story has a couch-to-5k training variation for people like me who last did a run at the behest of a dead president for high school. The couch-to-5k training incrementally lures you into running like you're a wimpy kid scared to jump into a pool, for the first episode there was a 10 minute warm up walk, then an alternating 10-set of 1 minute walks to 15 second runs, and finally another 10 minutes to freestyle run/job/brisk walk as you see fit. The story - so far - is that you're a lucky (?) every-day mortal who joined a running club that turned out to be ... more than that. It's not entirely clear why an Asgardian Valkyerie is moonlighting as a fitness instructor in the human realm, or why she's making humans run through a magical landscape under the guise of it being a visualization meditation (???) but your character and your fellow human runners are given a magical trance playlist that helps you Roll With It. Unfortunately, Shit Happens, and your character's journey goes from rainbows and unicorns to, "Hey, turns out you're important, so I'm kidnapping you to Asgard For Reasons." It's an intriguing set up, and the incorporation of the stop and go run training into the story-line works well. You don't meet Thor (and Loki) until the end, but it's clear you're going to be hanging out with the big names as the story progresses which is nice. Also, the voice actor they have playing Thor is Norwegian but he speaks English with a Scottish accent? Which is just delightful. Anyway, I did episode one yesterday and surprisingly survived? 15 seconds is remarkably quicker than I anticipated. My times are terrible (the ghost of JFK would be very disappointed in me), but I'm hoping to improve and having fun the program so far. I'll probably continue to post updates on this if I wind up committing to, like, not dying young of preventable heart disease.

[andietries]

Look. Look, how do I start? I’m not sure if it’s because I was expecting another thing (that’s probably it) or because it truly was meant to leave that impression, but the musical was kind of a deception to me. There was a rumor that Tim Burton made the second movie because of the musical and I can totally believe it

Anyways, What kind of amateur critic on Tumblr would I be if I did not say both positive and negative things? (Just some, I don't want to bore you)

From Act 1:

Positive things:

-Love the intro number. The transition from the ballad to the whole being dead thing is great. It gives a good perspective to both characters. It engages with the audience, which is always appreciate, even tho after paying who would leave, am I right?

-I particulary liked how Betelgeuse was , like, just hanging around the Maitlands. He created a parasocial/paranormal relationship, if you catch my drift

-Say my name was a great song, had the Friend like me vibes

-The banana-oh scene is really well made. It reasembled the og material and the ensemble singing was harmonically pleasing

-The scenario changing was good, but I guess that's more related to budget

Negative things:

-Lydia's characterization is too different. I feel like her motivations for going up the roof could have been explored a bit more Maybe if we had a glimpse about how she was like before the funeral. It's not a bad character, just it's so ooc to be considered Same goes with Charles and Delia.

-The song in which the Maitlands are presented, not my thing

-Betelgeuse mommy issues, like, as a whole, also not my thing. And also, Lawrence? really

Act 2

Ok, here is when things start just to go weird, but not in a good way

Good things

-When they do the haunting house, ooc from the original, but the number was good. So thoughtful they did not scare too hard the scoutgirl, but then she would have stayed there. It would have been funny

-Miss Argentina, she slayed

-Otho, honestly, that guy. He also slayed. The two of them should have have to carry the whole act. A shame they don't interact

Negative (just a few)

-I absolutely despised the "Creepy Old Man" number. Not sure if it was because I didn't like the instrumental, the fact that they wouldn't stop repeating the same thing over and over again. Please, it's supposed to be a parody of the trope of Death and MaideN, I ALREADY KNOW

-Speaking of songs, the way they mixed Shake, shake señora with the Dead Mom theme?????? Not my thing. Also, pretty mean that they don't let the guy who carried the whole show not be in the finale number????????

-The end. It happens too fast. So ooc of Betelgeuse from both the original and the musical. Are you telling me that after surviving and domesticating the Sandworm that was the REASON you couldn't leave in first place? Make it eat Juno, saving everybody, YOU'RE LETTING YOURSELF GET DRAGGED TO LITERAL HELL WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?

Anyways, it would be really hypocrite of me if I didn't say that I quite enjoyed watching it and that I have added some of the songs to my music playlist.

So, a solid 6/10

[witchangelnekora]

"Warm Light", a SKZ One-shot

Note: I wrote this after a really bad breakup, I used my name in the tale,but you can replace it with your own if you want. Also, the outfits all resemble Felix's from when he wore the beautiful prince like suit last year.

“Warm Light”

By Nekora

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My heart was broken,

Feeling like my body had ceased to exist,

My limbs, my chest, my head,engulfed in a shadow,

Swallowed up by pain in my soul,

Numb and feeling like i was a phantom,

My heart felt empty and shattered.

Everything around me went black,

I felt my hands reach over to my bedside table,

Picking up a set of headphones as i slid them on my ears,

Turning on a playlist i had saved in my phone,

Slowly falling asleep.

My eyes were heavy,

My thoughts weighing down on me,

Feeling empty inside,

I succumbed into slumber

Not knowing what was about to happen next.

As my mind slipped into an unconscious state,

The music in my headphones changed to a song that meant a lot to me,

“Cover Me’ by Stray Kids.

Suddenly, i dreamt i was in a strange, beautiful garden,

An eden like paradise covered in flowers,

A clear pond in the center of the place with an ornate,

White pagoda in the middle, 

a golden bridge connecting it to the grass in front of me.

“Where am i?” i asked. 

“I’m scared….where is everyone? I don’t know where i am…”

“Don’t worry. You’re safe here.”

I heard a voice, it sounded like a deep yet comforting whisper in the wind,

Along with seven other voices accompanying the first.

“Is everything ok?”

“Are you alright?”

“Do you need anything? Maybe a hug?”

“Your face, it’s covered in tears…”

“They’ve been crying, but why?”

“Maybe something bad happened?”

“Then, let’s make ourselves known.”

Just like that, 

A flash of light came forth,

And eight figures came walking through the bright light,

Each dressed like a prince,

Their clothes in eight different colors,

Like a walking rainbow.

“H-hello?” I ask, scared and confused,

Trembling like a leaf and watching as the light faded behind the eight men.

“Anohangsayo, We are Stray Kids!” All of them said in unison, giving a bow.

But as the man in a beautiful red and black uniform walked up to me, i flinched,

Letting out a squeak of fear. 

“Hey, are you alright?” He asked, gently lifting my face to his.

“No…” I hoarsely choked out, holding in more tears.

“What’s your name?”

“Nekora….” My voice was soft, unsure of what to say.

“There’s no need to be scared, I’m Bang Chan, or you can call me Chris if you want. What happened, Nekora?” 

“I got my heart shattered…A guy i loved gave up on me, said he couldn’t do it anymore, 

I thought i would love him forever…but my heart now feels empty, broken..

Like i shouldn’t exist anymore. Like i should erase everything.”

I felt the tears fall again,

The salty liquid stinging my eyes,

Falling upon my cheeks as it felt like fire,

Coughing and sniffling as i felt Chan’s hand on my back,

Telling me to breathe slow as i looked into his dark brown eyes, 

Feeling myself start to breathe normally again.

“Never say that. Erasing yourself from the world….

That won’t fix anything. Heartbreak hurts,yes.

But…things will get better.” He said.

The second man walked up to me, wearing an emerald colored suit that complimented his dark red hair, 

A shining silver piercing was under his right eyebrow,

Glimmering in the sunshine.

His face was like looking like a beautiful painting,

With soft, pale skin and calm brown eyes.

“A-And you are?” I said, still shaky in the voice.

“Hyunjn Hwang, but you can simply call me Hyunjn.” He smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder. 

“You feel cold…Is this because of your heart?”

I Nodded, 

Knowing the breakup made me feel numb inside,

The crying from before stopped all my emotions,

Feeling like a shell of what i once was.

“Your heart…It feels like ice,

It feels like someone took a hammer to it.” Hyunjin said.

“Don’t worry. It may feel like you won’t love again, but it takes time to heal.”” 

He put his hand where my heart was,

It felt like the pain went away,

Like my heart began to beat once again,

But slow and steady.

The third and fourth men walked up next, dressed in stunning shades

Of orange and pink, one bringing me a blanket,

The other bringing a box of tissues and a glass of water.

The one in Pink had a kind face, mochi like cheeks and strong arms,

The one in orange had a smile like a Quokka, warm and sweet,

Like a freshly made pancake.

They brought me to a nearby bench and sat me down.

“Here. Drink this and wipe those tears. I’m Han and my friend in Pink here is Changbin.” Han smiled as i took the glass and a tissue, 

Wiping away the tears from my worn,

Shadowy face. 

I felt Changbin wrap the blanket around my body,

As i saw his lips curl into a smile,

I suddenly felt my own lips form a soft smirk,

The shadows beginning to wane from my hands, 

Letting out a soft “Thank you.”

“You know, It sucks to have your heart broken.

It feels like someone ripped part of your soul out of your body,

By someone you thought you could trust.”  Changbin said. 

“But, things get better. You need to breathe, 

Take care of yourself, prioritize your own health first. 

Listen to what your heart says.” Han said.

The next two walked up, dressed in Yellow and a soft, calming blue.

The one in yellow had a cute fox plush in his hands, 

While the one in blue brought a small plate with a brownie on it,

They smiled at me, bringing chairs over to sit on in front of me.

“We could see you were stressed, and that’s not good.

Seungmin here brought you a brownie to nibble on, to calm your nerves.

And i brought you a plushie to hold, 

Those always help me when i’m sad. I’m Jeongjin,

But everyone calls me I.N.” 

“Thank you…” I whispered again.

“I can tell this really hurt you…did you love them?” Seungmin asked.

“I thought i did. He was kind, accepted me, treated me like someone 

That deserved to feel human again. I’ve been hurt too much,

And i’m sick of it.” 

“Sounds like they never truly loved you. Did they ever tell you they did?”

“No.”

“Then he didn’t deserve you.” I.N said as he handed me the plush, 

It’s cute face making my smile widen a little. “If he truly loved you,

He’d have told you, and made you feel like you belonged.”

“He’s right.” Another voice chimed in.

The seventh of the men walked up to me,

Dressed in pale purple with a pin on the lapel in the shape 

Of a bunny, 

His face reminded me of a calm ocean,

He knelt down and hugged me, tears falling on his shoulder,

Softly hiccuping.

“I’m Lee Know…I heard everything you said to them,

And you didn’t deserve any of what you went through, 

Not at all. You should’ve told him all of this…why didn’t you?” He asked,pulling away a little to wipe away my tears.

“Because, i guess i was looking through Rose tinted glasses, not realizing all the red flags. He was more focused on his career, never telling me he loved me, when we made love, it was like sleeping with a man made of cardboard, not full of excitement…It was loveless. It was just…empty. He hardly cuddled me, and he wouldn’t stop bringing up his more successful ex…It made me feel like crap.” I choked out, tears spilling from my eyes once again as i clutched the plush doll close to my chest and wrapped the blanket around my body.

“You didn’t deserve any of that.” Came one final voice.

I looked up, my eyes bloodshot from crying hard, but i took my glasses off,

Wiped my tears away and put them back on, i saw a man with blonde hair that reminded me of sunshine, Brown eyes that gave off a kind aura as i looked at him,dressed in all white with a beautiful diamond brooch on his suit, his right arm hidden by a cloak as he walked towards me, his face looked angelic, with freckles that dotted along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose,

Resembling stars in the night sky….one was even shaped like a heart on his cheek.

“And you are?” I hiccuped.

“I’m Felix. I heard everything you said as well, and…all of us here have went through identical moments in life, finding love and losing it, being in a loveless relationship, having our eyes covered by wool and not realizing the person we’re with isn’t good for us at all…” He said, gently cupping my chin and looked in my eyes, leaning up to plant a soft kiss on my forehead. “You deserve much better in life, someone that’ll actually love you, treat you right, heal your wounded heart, and bring forward the best feelings you’ll ever feel in your life. Someone that accepts every part of you, no matter what.”

I felt the last of my shadows fade away,

As if his kiss helped me calm down, my heart felt warm again,

My chest radiated light, a warm, comforting light,

Like a fireplace that was lit in my soul, 

i felt happy again.

“Thank you…all of you.

Chan, I.N, Changbin, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin,Lee Know, Han…

Thank you so much…” I choked out, my eyes shut as tears once again fell from my eyes,

But this time,

They were happy tears.

Just then, i felt something in my hands.

I opened my eyes, it was a lightstick,

It had a beautiful silver compass star in the middle, surrounded by a red circle,

Enclosed in a dome,

But i looked around and saw all of them holding an identical lightstick in their hands,

With Chris nodding at me with a smile.

“No matter where you are, what you’re doing, you’ll always have us on your side.” He said.

“We’ll be with you, no matter what.” Hyunjin piped up.

“Whenever you need a hug, or kind words, just picture us in your mind.” Han smiled.

“You’re a part of STAY as well, you know. You make Stray Kids stay, after all.” I.N chuckled.

“When we give the word, raise your lightstick up in the air, ok?” Lee Know said, smirking.

“Don’t worry, We’ll always be with those that bring happiness to others. It’ll all be ok.” Changbin said, his kind eyes sparkling a little.

“Now, are you ready? We want to let you wake up with a smile.” Seungmin said, smiling as well.

“Raise it up now, along with us. One, two, three….” Felix said as they all raised their lightsticks in the air, and once i took a deep breath….

….I did too.

From all of the lightsticks,  a shining silver light came from the center,

The sky peppered with stars everywhere, twinkling and glimmering.

I could make out the different patterns in the sky, resembling their SKZOO selves…

I saw Wolf Chan, Bbokari, Dwaekki, FoxI.Ny, Leebit, Jiniret,PuppyM,and finally Hanquokka…they were smiling at me.

Before i woke up, i felt them all walk up to me and wrap their arms around me in a giant hug…

It felt so comforting,

I wanted to cry,

But i couldn’t.

All i could do was smile. 

I felt one final kiss on my forehead…

….And my alarm was going off.

I woke up with a smile, 

My headphones falling off my head as i whispered…

“Thank you.

My heart will heal soon,

Thanks to you all.”

[bearpillowmonster]

rn Linkin Park, could change eventually

^^

dunno

Twewy Neo probs

don't have one, electro is usually a bop though

Here Comes A Thought or maybe Mr Blue Sky

It's labelled 'Running' on my YT but I don't run lmao.

Yeah but none were by choice. Unless the KH orchestra comes back then I probably won't.

I think it's kind of ironic because there are songs that I find ironically enjoyable because they're bad, like Bad is Bad by Huey Lewis, which my mom unironically loves. I think I'd say 50/50 on what my parents listen to vs what I've developed on my own.

All kinds, Clumsy by Fergie, Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down, sometimes it gets overbearing so I lock it away inside my head so that I may discover it by chance one day to enjoy all over again.

I can't tell if people like or dislike the Phil Collins Tarzan soundtrack but I sure love it. I think people hate stuff ironically though too just because it's popular which I totally understand as well.

Probably every freaking thing on the radio right now. There's a very niche part of country that I like and my local station plays virtually none of it, just the same crap over and over again and they all sound the same "whiskey, girls, trucks and...alcohol again!" Thought you should know is a perfect example, I literally did not even know the name of it because you can't understand him, all this time I thought it was "Duchess and Gold."

Right now, Forgotten by Linkin Park because it goes hard the second it starts. There's a lot of parts of songs that I can't help but smile during though.

Always, if I feel I've been duped, Starboy, if I need a new way of life All Falls Down or New Workout Plan. Hating myself? U.

Time, I dunno but I think 616 songs is my record because it's my junk playlist, I just add if I find something I like, no sorting, no nothing

10? I mean, some of those are WIP and can't really be considered a proper playlist yet (I'm talking like 3 songs a pop) but at least like 6.

Youtube mostly, spotify pelts me with ads but that's probably a more efficient way to find new music.

that's at least half my playlists, for stories I write or certain scenes I think of to fit a mood.

No but I have a few people's mixtapes where they mix (MF Doom, Kendrick, etc) over normal christmas music and honestly I wouldn't care for songs like Last Christmas if it wasn't for those.

check 18.

huh?

All or nothing.

No, just today I got out of the car to walk into work and finished the final lyric and said "Yeah, that sounded bad, I ruined it." or something

No, tried guitar but I was pre-teen

I still do to be honest, why I might not understand but I will say that it takes me a long time because I fret over the lyrics. I've written...maybe 5 original songs or something (with bits and pieces just about everywhere from tunes that I record myself humming to a paragraph of something clever) and a good amount of parodies. Tbh, I just love the **** out of rhyming.

MUSIC ASK GAME

Favorite artist?

Favorite band?

Favorite song?

Favorite video game soundtrack?

Favorite genre?

Any comfort songs?

A playlist you’re particularly proud of?

Have you ever been to a concert? Are you planning to go to one?

How much did your parents music taste shape your own music taste?

Any particular artists or songs give you nostalgia?

Song that everybody hates/dislikes that you love/like?

Song that everyone loves/likes that you hate/dislike?

Any songs that make you absurdly happy to listen to?

Any songs you only listen to when your in a particular mood?

How long is your longest playlist? In either time or number of songs

How many playlists do you have?

What platform do you listen to music on?

Do you have any playlists dedicated to a specific character/situation?

Do you have any playlists dedicated to specific holidays?

Do you have any playlists dedicated to your OCs?

Do you listen to music to stim?

Do you listen to all kinds of music or do you stick to one genre?

Can you sing?

Can you play an instrument?

Have you ever written a song?

[blacksurvivalnostalgichanges]

Barbara:Please bring back PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste.

Silvia:We got spring water.

Barbara:NO.

Silvia:With EXTRA minerals!

Li Dailin:It's like licking a stalagmite.

Barbara:DON'T COME BACK.

Nadine:Mmmmm, cave water.