#there's so much fuckin mitski in here

[toads-n-moss]

"i'm not a violent dog, i don't know why i bite"

"i love with my throat exposed"

they're finally here!! i've finally remade my prosecutor phoenix and defense attorney miles spotify playlists!!

these playlists are more specific to the characters, unlike the old ones, which were meant to represent periods of time in this AU. these playlist aren't in any chronological order, they're just meant to reflect and relate to the character. and i'll be updating them anytime i find new songs i think fit them!!

hope you enjoy them!!

[murdleandmarot]

9, 8, 2, 20 :3

Sorry this took a while to get to 😭😭😭 I was making unwise financial decisions in a book store

Hi hello!!!!!!!

2. Favorite Song Character: This is SO HARDDDD UGGHHH…..I love them all so much grrrrrr

I’m gonna narrow this down for myself to songs ABOUT a character, and then go from there, because I could argue with myself about this for hours. Because while Macavity slaps, Macavity would slap. Me. In the face. With his claws.

I’m gonna have to be a lil basic and go with Mistoffelees :). I just….love him lots…..and Tugger is always so fucking excited to sing about his special guy…..

8. Favorite Make-up: Oooo good question……I have a couple favorites (that aren’t from 1998 because let’s be honest I could rant about 1998 makeup forever (even though it’s the most subdued)).

Off of the top of my head, Tugger from Hamburg 1991, Jellylorum from Macskák 2001 I believe? (I think it’s Hungary, either in 2000 or 2001), Skimble and Misto from Mexico’s tours in 2013, Macavity from Buenos Aires and Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer from what I THINK is a Canadian tour.

I’ll put pictures of all these guys under the cut, I ADORE the makeup in these shows, and there are a ton more that I didn’t bring up.

9. Favorite song?: Another hard fucking question 😭😭😭 why would you do this to bestie. I don’t think I can pick a favorite, (the only song I actively am not the biggest fan of is journey to the Heavyside layer, and I STILL cry during it).

I think the song I listen to most as an actual SONG, like in my playlist along with fuckin Mitski or Aurora would have to be The Rum Tum Tugger? It’s just easily digestible, a very vibe worthy song, whereas other fun songs like Macavity are very much a moment, yk? (Shoutout to mungo and rumple, because Ive looped their song for weeks at a time (the German version vibes so hard it’s so good)).

20. Did you see cats live? If so, where?:

I fucking DID and I am mad about it TO THIS DAY. I’m SO mad. I’m not gonna reveal the location because that would be very not good and Internet safe™️, but it was at a theater that housed tours of shows, which means I also got to see Jesus Christ Superstar, Hadestown, Hamilton, the like. Thank god my father is a huge theater nerd.

Anyhow, I saw Cats when I was 13, and I remember loving it, and that I picked up on Misto and Tugger immediately.

And that is ALL I remember. WHY? Because not only was I 13, I was coming down from being an Uber-depressed 12 year old, which means there is a year and a half of my life that is almost ENTIRELY gone. Literally could not have picked a worse time to go to see Cats. Every time I’m reminded that I saw Cats live and literally don’t remember it, I throw myself upon the floor in despair.

Makeup stuff under the cut :))

Tugger, Hamburg 1991, Siegmar Tonk, though you won’t find him on the fandom wiki, even though he’s gorgeous and great, because he’s a swing

(Best quality photos, I could take from the beginning of Mistoffelees :)

So, the production on YouTube with the Jellylorum I’m talking about is named ‘Macskák musical 1. felvonás,’ and has a description in what I think is Hungarian? It says it’s from 2001, and was most likely performed in Budapest, Hungary. I can’t find any gallery images on the wiki, or a record of this production, or who plays THIS version of Jelly, or even if that’s her name in this version. Anyhow, this is she

She looks like a lil clown :)) a lil jester. Also why is there a random guy here??? Because in this production they just bring in Hungarian celebrities randomly and it’s especially funny during Skimbleshanks’s numbers because the guy turns up in a suit, and eventually gets more disheveled as the song goes on. Skimbleshanks and him COMMIT though.

Skimbleshanks, Luigi Vidal, Mexico 2013 and Mistoffelees, Orville Alvarado, also Mexico 2013

(Shoutout to Mexico 2013-2015 in general, it just looks rly cool)

Macavity, Diego Jaraz, Buenos Aires 1993

SIR MARRY ME 🫶🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️💍💍💍

Mungojerrie und Rumpleteazer, Canada, actors and time unknown to me 💔(I know SOMEONE literally told me because I ASKED but I don’t REMEMBER mutual if you recognize these guys PLEASE tell me)

@jennyanypenny I THINK IT WAS YOU PLEASE LMK IF YOU KNOW WHO THESE TWO ARE

(honorable mention to ‘98 Pouncival n Macavity)

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 12

Third POV

Another week has passed. Things have been quite quiet lately, and nothing to major in Eboni's life taking place. The therapy sessions are still in full swing, much to the teen's dismay. The bright side is Tiffany is finally leaving town to join her husband, Daniel, for work.

However, Eboni had to promise not to skip her sessions unless informing Tiffany beforehand if she couldn't attend. The reasons also had to be reasonable in the eyes of her foster mother. Eboni didn't like that sort of attention. She still didn't trust Tiffany. Something within her is preventing her from doing so.

Maybe it's the fact that the teen only has two people she'll ever consider her parents. Even after so many years since their studden passing, they still hold a special place in Eboni's heart. So much so that it leaves no room for any possible parenteral figures.

Eboni is currently waiting for the final bell to ring, signaling for the weekend. Luckily, the office that holds her sessions is closed on Fridays and throughout the weekend. It gives the teen some time to finally catch up on her 'me' time. Once the bell rings, all the teenagers storm out of the classroom, Eboni staying behind for a bit- waiting for the halls to clear out some.

Taylor walks into the room, waving at Eboni- Iris, coming in a few minutes later. The three have grown close after bonding over their near death experiences with the serial killers. Eboni has come to enjoy their company, laughing together and discovering new things about the other. She's come to realize she has many things in common with these girls.

Although the teen notices the secretive air that still looms around the two, she doesn't mind. It's understandable, considering Eboni is the new one within the friend group. Besides, she has secrets of her own - her biggest being Jeff.

The teen hasn't heard anything from the killer, nor has she felt watched. The closest hearing from him would be the news channel explaining its new homicides of the week. With each passing day, that feeling of longing for him grows more and more.

"Any plans today?" Taylor asked after blowing a bubble with her chewing gum.

"Not really. Might stop by the skate park. I road here on my rollerblades, So." Eboni answers with a shrug, standing from her desk.

"Damn girl! Ya know how to blade?" Taylor smiles, her rich country accent coming through.

Eboni places her bag over her shoulder before nodding her head. "Yeah. Do you?"

"Nah, only once in a while. Iris, though, is the shit! She's the one who taught me." She grins, nudging the shy gothic teen.

"I-I'm not that great. My big sister taught me when we were really young. I just m-made it more of a habit than she did.." Iris smiles softly, twiddling her fingers.

"Oh ya, right! I forgot. Let's stop by ya place ta' grab our shakes. Fuckin' hope Luna is there!" Taylor said, full of excitement.

"Luna?" Eboni questions while the three make their way through the empty halls and out the front door, her skates hand.

"My older sister." Iris said, smiling kindly.

"Yeah man she's fuckin' awesome!" Taylor exclaims.

"Mhm..." Eboni hums, placing on her rollerblades and helmet. "Lead the way."

"Iris house not that far. She lives a few blocks down." Taylor explains, walking along the sidewalk with Iris right next to her.

Eboni stayed a few feet behind, glancing around her surroundings so she'll remember her way to Iris home. The teen envys Iris. She wished she had a sibling. Eboni was never told why her parents didn't have more. She faintly remembers her parents always calling her their 'miracle child'. Thinking back, her mother probably couldn't conceive any more babies. Eboni's parents only showed happiness, love, and joy around her, so she couldn't pinpoint when they've found this out.

The three arrived at Iris home, the gothic girl unlocking the door with her keys. "Luna, I'm home! A-And brought a new friend over!" She said happily, taking Eboni's hand, leading her to the kitchen.

When in the kitchen, Luna turns away from the stove - smiling kindly at the three of us. "Hi, you guys! I'm glad you made it back....."

A pause, then a sudden eerie chill in the air the moment Eboni and Luna locked eyes. Eboni could feel it, her eyes staring straight into her soul. So unnerving, so annoying. The teen clenches her jaw, never breaking eye contact.

Iris watches wearily. Taylor, however, looks excited, knowing excatly what's taking place. She pats Iris shoulder to help soothe her. It's been a while since she witnessed her big sister in a deep trance.

After the long stare off, Luna breaks out of her trance- smiling nervously at Eboni. "Would you like to spend the night?"

Taken aback yet still uneasied, she answers sharply through her mask, "What?"

Taylor laughs, walking towards Luna, and takes her into a bear hug. "Ya vision thingy kicked in, huh?"

"The fuck is going-"

"M-My sister... she's always been rather special. She's able to see into a person's soul. Luna can see where a soul stands with light or darkness, its past and warning events of the future to come." Iris explained, hoping it would calm Eboni's growing uneasiness and frustration.

Eboni froze, turning to stare at Luna in horror. Could this mean she saw....everything? Everything she's been trying to hide, trying to keep from her new friends? This woman found out about her obsessions? Her desires? That day with Jeff....just from looking into her eyes?

"No...fucking way." Eboni thought to herself, slowly trying to back out of the kitchen.

"Wait! I'm sorry. It's....something I can't really control. I won't speak nor tell anyone what I saw. I promise Eboni." Luna said, her tone calm.

"Y-Yeah...alright, whatever. Are you guys gonna get your skates or what?" Eboni grumbles, trying to rush them.

"Be back in a bit! Come on, Iris -" Taylor said, dragging her away up the stairs.

Eboni was left with Luna, who still wouldn't stop looking at her. "Fucking- what is it!?" She snapped.

"Eboni....Listen carefully. I know your nature in how you may respond, but please stay here for the night. If you leave now, your life will never be the same. It will become much worse than you believe. You're playing with fire, which will end with you getting burned to ashes, so pl-"

The teen begins to laugh, pulling down her mask- Luna seeming unbothered by her scars. "I don't know what you're on, but I'm not staying here. I can protect myself."

"No, Eboni, you aren't listen! You'll turn into one -"

Luna was interrupted by Taylor and Iris, returning with their skates and helmets. "Let's roll!" Taylor cheers once the two put everything on.

Eboni moves towards the door, turning around to glance at Luna. She snorts at the look of worry in her eyes. Pulling up her mask, she spoke, "Nice meeting you- witch."

Her friends didn't hear since they were already outside. Luna was left stunned at the fact that Eboni was able to figure it out. The signs were obvious to her. Luna's strange ability, the odd decor around the house, the smell of burning sage, and of course, that weird smell coming from the huge pot she was standing over. All signs point to witch. At this point, nothing really surprises Eboni in what's real and what's not.

The three didn't spend much time at the skating park because of the unwanted attention they were getting from local boys. After punching a few assholes in the nose, the three skates over to a local cafe. They chat among themselves, eating large slices of cake and juice.

After that, they went shopping at a few stores, Taylor doing most of the shopping since both Iris and Eboni prefer shopping alone - for personal reasons, neither voiced to the other. Once the sky become shades of pink and purple, the three go their separate ways- wanting to get home before dark.

Eboni unlocks her front door, locking it behind herself. She takes her rollerblades and helmet off, making her way up the stairs to her room. The teen tenses, confused as to why her bedroom door is open with her light on. Her door was locked from the outside before she left for school. Slowly walking down the hall, she reaches into her sweatpants pocket, grabbing her knife.

Luna was right. She should've stayed over. Eboni can indeed protect herself, but if tonight's events are supposed to drastically shift her life for the worse- then she understood the fear she saw in Luna's eyes before leaving. However, what Eboni saw caused more humiliation than fear.

There stood Jeff, his white hoodie coated in fresh blood, his black locks wild, and his ruby eyes wide and crazed as before. He turns his attention from the paper in his hands to Eboni.

Stretching his signature smile with a grin, he speaks, "Been awhile, huh princess?"

[traggalicious]

OKAY. so, first: thank you so much i love you. Second! Lazarus! Here’s a thingy I made for him somewhere else ^^

Character’s full name: Lazarus

Reason or meaning of name: Stole it from Lazarus (of the bible) who was a jesus type and died 4 like 3 days b4 jesus came n got him.

Character’s nickname(s): Laz, The Monster (as like. A title)

Birth date: I honestly didn’t think abt it cos it made my brain hurt

Gender: he/they dude! He’s fine w/ it/its but not 4 gender reasons.

Music for the mood: creature - half-alive, the nowhere king frm centaurworld, me and my husband - mitski

Basic rundown is he was made at a time where belos rlly wanted his curse *gone*, and had been researching ways to get rid of it. He came across that thing (the thing eda and Lilith did) to share the curse, and he’s like. Might as well try it. So he creates lazarus, and laz is a pretty loyal guy, like. Belos raises him w/ traits of selflessness and obedience, and ofc plays up the curse so when he finally tells him to do the curse sharey thing, Laz is all for it. It works well! Fortunately for belos and unfortunately for Laz. Laz is suffering, he nearly dies but the curse doesn’t let him, despite the fact that belos refuses to share palismen, and when he does (which is once) laz refuses for morality reasons. This is how he realizes “oh shit i was only made to die wasn’t i”, confronts belos, belos tries to kill him. But Lazarus is goopy. And we all know that belos being goopy means he’s still alive. And uhhh yeah he nearly dies, makes it out narrowly, and he lives in the woods on the isles, fuckin belos shit up, and experiencing a weird love-hate relationship w/ the bat queen and the locals!

Another thing that contributes to that is when he finds a scout afraid after they didn't do too well in training, and he decides to help, and he ends up having a mentor- like relationship w/ them-and one day they see his face. And at this point he's already got the rot creeping up his face, and. And they look terrified. They ask what happened. And he. He realizes. He scares them. He says it's okay, nothing's wrong- and even when they return to 'normal' he can't help but notice the glances they cast at the right side of his face, at the growing pink glow behind the mask he never takes off anvmore. <- He's so nice to the scouts bc he went thru it too. But younger. With higher expectations. And he doesn't quite get that not everyone has to deal w/ that. So he's just. Yeah. He mother hens them be he doesn't quite understand that many of them are the age he is now rather than the age he was. And they don't know he's their age physically. Like. Based on actual years he's like fuckin. He's like 5 or 6. And so basically that stress and emotional abandonment coupled with his experiences with the Curse and Belos leads to the Confrontation.

Palisman: His palisman is a jackalope named buck <333

On the topic of backstory n shit! I think that he’d have a frenemy relationship w/ Lorelei, in which she sees that he was also a victim but still resents him for her husband’s death, so its a very fragile relationship, mostly transactional in the beginning. Alas, she is a compassionate person, and over time they become…. Friends? Its an odd thing really. Also! Eda and Laz have a tentative friendship based on shitty curses and learning to deal with them. Laz helps protect the Owl House when he can, befriends Hooty (he finds Hooty So Interesting), and Eda takes the fall sometimes when Laz makes an oopsie. Also teaches him magic sometimes. ALSO. on the Eda x Laz thing, he’s around before Eda, but he ages slower and spends a lot of time regenerating after. Events. So yeah. He also ends up being the Fun Uncle of the HexSquad! Sad but funny thing is that Laz is so used to being called mean things that he hears Any Derogatory Term and his ears twitch like heh? Me? Poor guy. He does get a happy ending though! He is forever changed but he gets better.

Really wanna write smth for him at sm point -.- ANYWAY yeah that’s Laz!!! Sorry this is so long ahdgshdhddh. Here! Are some images (couldn’t find others i didnt feel like scrolling forever sorry <333)

[sanders-sides-feverdream]

Headcannons for musical artists that the sides listen to and reasonings cause yes

Roman:

-MARINA, it just makes sense, yk?

-soccer mommy, idk if you've heard royal screw up by them but god it fits

-Livingston, theres a song about growing up on Pixar and not knowing how to be an adult man idk

-AJR, 7 words, Humpty Dumpty and Aventure is Out There

-Anything from the movie Tick, Tick...Boom!, i dont need an explanation for this

-Ethan Jewell, uhhhhh ✨mental illness✨

Virgil:

-Rainbow Kitten Surprise, im sorry, every single song ive heard fron them reminds me of virgil

-MOTHICA, mental illness + rock/punk esque, her music is fuckin perfect

-Say Anything, idk ab you, but its emo and that shit makes so much sense for him

-Bayside, good emo and also a lot of their songs fit him lol

-The Spill Canvas, many good songs and also a lot that realte to him imo

-Forgive Durden aka Razia's Shadow: the Musical, The Exit is literally just him

Logan:

-The Crane Wives, look me in the eyes and tell me that Never Love an Anchor doesnt describe him

-Gregory and the Hawk, man have you heard Isabelle and In Fact? there's no what it isnt Logan

-Coldplay, vibes

-Sleeping At Last, with so mant songs about space, i couldn't not put them on here

-Mother Mother, here me out, there are so many songs that fit Logan (Infinitesimal, Wisdom, Slip Away, etc.)

-Penelope Scott, ahem Rät

Janus:

-flora cash, tje vibe and also the anxciet angst that is possible with this artist

-The Crane Wives, again, vibes, but also some of the songs make perfect sense for him(metaphor specifically)

-Billie Eillish, there are suprisingly a lot of songs that i think fit him

-Scott Bradley's Postmodern Jukebox, so many recent songs framed as oldies, they can not be here

-Lana Del Ray, all of her music, idk, its the vibes

-Charloette Lawrence, for either God Must Be doing Cocaine or Joke's On You

Remus:

-IC3PEAK, he gives someone who would learn russain idk

-Mindless Self Indulgence, the unsensored shit on their song titles man

-Dazey and the Scouts, just, the song Wet

-Baby Bugs, intrusive thoughts my guy, also again, vibes

-Ashnikko, if not for Slumber Party then for so many of the other songs

-Ludo, if not specifically for Love Me Dead

Patton:

-Alec Benjamin, his music just feels right

-Mal Blum, if not for Fine!

-The Happy Fits, a few of their songs fit him quite well

-Of Monsters and Men, soft vibes and also a lil said i just like it

-Mitski, the ✨angst✨

-dodie, vibes but also more angst

[edsbacktattoo]

albums for you! picking ones that aren't like. mitski mcr more mainstream etc for the variety

The Gereg - The Hu (excellent Mongolian folk metal)

Emily Alone - Florist (I love Florist so much the music is soooo pretty)

You Look A Lot Like Me - Mal Blum (loooove Mal Blum)

El Melouk - Ahmed Saad, 3enba, Double Zuksh (not an album, just a song, but it slaps and I enjoy making people listen to it)

We Are The Halluci Nation - The Halluci Nation (Indigenous dance music but post-rave electronic)

Good Grief - Cosmic Johnny (very much a vibe)

oohhhhgg miles. my beloved miles. i should have known you’d come through will some absolute bangers. <33

let’s do this from the top

The Gereg by The Hu

this is the most fascinating combination of sounds I have ever heard. i absolutely loved this album! i’d rate this an 8.5/10

my favourite songs were ‘Wolf Totem’ and ‘The Great Chinggis Khaan’

^^ sample track

Emily Alone by Florist

the lyricism on this album is unreal. some real gut-punches in here. nice and mellow, so i think it would pair nicely with some rain and a cup of tea.

i liked this album! i'd give it a 6/10!

my favourite songs were 'Moon Begins' and 'M'.

^^ sample track

You Look A Lot Like Me by Mal Blum

Another very nice album! this is the kind of indie sound i tend to gravitate towards and i liked this a lot.

I'd give this album a 7.5/10

My favourite songs were 'Split, Splitting' and 'Reality TV'.

^^ sample track

El Melouk by Ahmed Saad, 3enba, Double Zuksh

you were not kidding this song goes. it just satisfies a part of my brain that i didn't know was hungry.

i'm gonna give this a solid 8/10

^^ the track for your listening pleasure

We Are the Halluci Nation by The Halluci Nation

holy shit?? ouggh this fuckin rules. what a beautiful blend of sounds.

i’d give this album a 8.5/10

my favourite songs were ‘R.E.D. and ‘The Light’

^^ sample track

Good Grief by Cosmic Johnny

oh good golly this one was a rollercoaster! i really liked their sound, but i think their songs will be more enjoyable when interspersed with other things :)

i’d rate it a 6/10

my favourite songs were ‘Bury’ and ‘Useless Machine’

^^ sample track

thanks so much for all these albums miles!! there’s a broad spectrum of stuff here which i really appreciate. i’ve added 19 new songs from these albums into my liked playlist! 🖤

send me your favourite albums and i’ll rate them

[lunapwrites]

3, 6, and 100 please, for spotify wrapped!

oh hooooo! let's see what we've got here. :D

3 is Passing Through by Cult of Luna. Y'all are really out here just grabbing all the songs off the Ouroboros playlist today. XD This one is very much an odd man out with regards to their music, but I still very much enjoy it. Just REEKS of stasis.

6 is (ha) bad idea! by girl in red. I just really fuckin like this one and I feel like I use it as writing music a lot but it never actually made it onto a playlist because I'm so specific with what I actually want to include. XD

100 is 505 by Arctic Monkeys. This one is from one of my Wolfstar playlists that I made to share with the folks on HPFC if I remember correctly. I like to go back to it a lot because it's just an objectively good playlist (which you can fit so much fucking Mitski in.) It's also chronological, so this one I think lined up with the first war when they started falling apart. Also the tagline:

Thanks for the ask! <3

[sunriseovergotham]

🎵!!

(sorry for making you put things into words lmao but it did make perfect sense and i loved reading abt em!!)

(the words were being particularly uncooperative earlier but such is life)

songs i associate with my ocs lets go

enigma to k

you try to act as if you're saving me but you wouldn't cut the rope if it was hanging me dancing with the devil - set it off

enigma

i think my fate is losing its patience i think the ground is pulling me down i think my life is losing momentum i think my ways are wearing me down but if i gave up on being pretty i wouldn't know how to be alive i should myself to a brand new city and teach myself how to die honey, what'd you take? what'd you take?

brand new city - mitski

enigma

and you think you got the cure to being bitter? but the pill tastes just as bad as the real thing so i hope you don't expect me to get better you don't think that i intend to help myself, do you?

do you? - woe.begone

enigma

if i am a wound i'm not the type to ever heal i have found the worst will drag us down but the best won't dig us up like we deserve and i have found that if you're gonna drown it's best to hold your breath starting now

givennen / hallowed - woe.begone

engima

of course it hurt, of course it fuckin' hurt it hurt like nothing in the world sometimes that i was super scared, and we were all a train-wreck and also somehow making it i think i might've died there twice, and i would do it all again

feel better - penelope scott

k

i can feel my heart breaking mistakes i've been making i'm running out of patience to pretend this isn't how i'll let it end my feigning fading

this is what happens when you leave it to somebody else if you want it done right you should just do it yourself you oversaturate your world with nothing but machines you might make everyone happy, but you're dead inside just like me and now we're here at a standstill i wonder if you feel the kind of pain that rips your insides out? that's something i know all about shocking, ain't it? we have a lot more in common than you would be calm with it's like we're the same person, me and you we both don't know what we can do

i can't fix you - the living tombstone

k

sometimes i wish i could take a new form switch out some parts and become like the norm

sometimes i wish i could lend you my voice lend you my heart and lend you my choice sometimes i hope for a savior to come who's got what it takes to convince everyone

sometimes i wish i could lend you my shoes lend you my life and lend you my truth but sometimes the truth is just my point of view not what is real and not what is true

lucky is she who lives unaware who doesn't get bothered by those who don't care lucky is she who lives unaware who doesn't get bothered by all that's unfair

unlucky me who knows way too much who fights to make changes and music and such unlucky me, aware of the pain all 'cause i happen to have some brain lucky is she who lives unaware

blow my brains out - tikkle me

k

secrets don't make enemies, but they don't make you friends can't watch myself break and bleed another second

pin cushion - siiickbrain

k

i'm only happy when i'm on the run i break a million hearts just for fun i don't belong to anyone i guess you could say that my life's a mess but i'm still looking pretty in this dress i'm the image of deception

when everything is life and death you may feel like there's nothing left instead of love and trust and laughter what you get is happy never after but deep down all you want is love the pure kind we all dream of but we cannot escape the past so you and i will never last

homewrecker - marina

k

“i do not wish the death of any living thing i might be a killer but one day i shall be queen and put an end to slaughter, but until then i’m keen on staking clam to land and sea and everyfin between”

i played a game with eleven fools who told me not to break the rules but when have angels ever helped me yet? and magic isn’t real and anyway it doesn’t matter 'cause no matter what i conjure it could not help me deflect the angry death of every hopeful thought that i might be a lover or a fighter that i’m not in someone's spider web, or net i could be caught but i’m too bitter, better off alone, guess i forgot

so what do you want me to say? sorry? should i apologize when you ignore me? i didn’t ask to be right or to be lonely or to be hatched into an ugly story

and now i think my calling is to break apart and fall to pieces better yet, invent a brand new method of ascension

i’m impressed, you’ve managed to survive but rest assured we’d all be better off dead than alive 'cause when they get a hold of us, we’ll all be batter-fried and i’m surprised that nobody’s considered switching sides

so here i am, respectfully and royally destroying any chance of getting back on your good gills and i don’t mean to be hurtful, but if yellow's the new purple well, then bleeding’s the new breathing, don’t you think i will

that i am just pathetic, i won’t be overlooked i’m past the point of fishing to get back upon your hook i’ve made a manifesto, i’ve been bested by a crook, but never more i’m planning on reclaiming what he took

ugly story // phemiec

[an-imaginary-raven]

Hell yeah let's do this!

- Jan: First time by Hozier (God I love this song but wtf does that mean for me lol)

- Feb: Like real people do, Hozier (yall are gonna realise just how much of my playlist is Hozier, also fuck yea bog body time)

- March: If by House of heroes (I'm begging my plalist to stop telling me about love and tell me how my med school exams are gonna go but its on me bc I listen to those songs)

- April: MAMMAMIA by Måneskin (fucking whiplash tbh)

- May: Sedated by Hozier (the song about drugs going after my last exams doesn't bode well/j I'm boring af)

- June: My Love All Mine All Mine by Mitski (entering my depression era for Pride month, apparently)

- July: Sweet Hibiscus tea by Penelope Scott ( "I don't know anything, I don't even know what I don't know" is my perpetual state tbh)

- August: Bury Me Facedown by Grandson (" the horrors may persist but so do I" anthem)

- September: C'est Comme Ça by Paramore ("Sit here long enough to listen to yourself, and maybe just long enough for you to atrophy to hell")

- October: From Eden by Hozier ( Told yall this playlist is just fucking Hozier)

- November: De Selby pt 2 (aaaaaah! My fav! I, too, wanna "run against this world that's turning, [I'd] move so fast that I'd outpace the dawn" )

Finally, December: Crush culture by Conan Gray (bruh this song never fuckin leaves my on repeat, I stay an Aroace queen)

Open tags, Babey!

i wanna start a tag game so: let your spotify predict your 2024!

shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

january- guns and ships- hamilton (idek what this could represent but okay)

february- we fell in love in october- girl in red (PLEASE)

march- say no to this- hamilton (…i have nothing to say about this)

april- castles crumbling- taylor swift ft hayley williams (damnit sad month then?)

may- you’re losing me- taylor swift (FUCK TWO SAD MONTHS?? breakup songs are even worse now that im actually in a relationship. please. better not be accurate)

june- astronomy- conan gray (please stop why am i having so many sad songs)

july- stoned- ed sheeran (oh fuck this)

august- new year’s day- taylor swift (hm okay. idk what to say about this)

september- heather- conan gray (i consider heather to be a happy song AND it’s mine and my partners song so i’m taking this as a good one)

october- 18- one direction (yessss we’re going okay now)

november- king of my heart- taylor swift (YESSS)

december- all too well (ten minute version)- taylor swift (i take it back ugh)

no pressure tags!!- @autumnleavesforwinter @weeping-in-the-willows @swiftieannah @felizusnavidad @jittyjames @anixknowsnothin (please help me get this off the ground, but also if this flops you saw nothing)

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

MICKEY MOUSEY clubHAUSE!!!

I KEEP HEARIN MUNCHIN N MUNCHIN N LIL PAW PAWS RUNNIN AROUND IN MI ROOM N IN THA LIVING ROOM WHEN NO ONE IS DOIN ANYTHUNG N ITZ SCARIIIIIIIII. IDK WHERE DA FUG WE LEF THA RAT TRAP LAST TIME WE CAUGHT A LIL MICKEY MOUSEY MITSKY POOP BUTT I KANNOT MF SLEEP IN PEACE KNOWIN THEY HERE. I AM SO [RATIONALLY] SCARED IMA WAKE UP N ONE IS GONNA B IN MY MOUTFH. TELL MEH IF IM BEING RAT-IONALL. ALSO THE CRICKETS FUK RLY RLY LOUD AT NITE N IM SCARED OF THE BIRDS I KANT SEE OUTSIDE MY WINDOW THT SOUND LIKE THEY R SCREAMING OL YELLAAAAAHH. I KANT HEAR PHEOBE BRIDGERZ OVER THEM.

Finally went to the bins in LIC. thought id hav to fight ppl there cuz TIff told me sOme bitch pulled some shoes out of their hand they found first but it wuz quite EMPTY when i got there!!!!!!!!!! i found a Rly kute brand new ralph lauren polo tank and GW leather red n black high heel boots. ALL for like 2 buckz!!!!! idk why i thought id b successful in finding anna bolina [my iphone autocorrected anna bolina to anna bologna n i thot tht wuz kinda funnie] tanks or zip dressez there but whatevzz, walking around for an hour and a half in circlez around tha bins were rly theraputic . the7 train so wobbly n packed n sociologically fascinating. ppl r counting their hundreds openly , couples r so intertwined , holding each other still while the subway carts shake our bones ... i wasnt even wearing platformz but i felt so fragile even whilst being held together by tha rat race rat packed lil LIC 7 Train. LIC so quiet i wonder if and when i get a slower pace of life ill maybe settle here cuz it's so neighborhoody n it's a still an easy ferry ride to the city . i wuld luv to live alone again n feel the ability to host more ppl comfortably / hav my own independent space for my own artistic pursuits as a multidisciplinary artist .......

ST EAZY n ZILLOW

PLZ B KIND 2 MEH.

ihope i kan get on sum pandemic monkey pox rent stabilized deal LMAO. mi rent in bev hills for my own place wuz like 1300 but studios in NYC are like 1700 . like wtf lolzz. Mind u i was paying like 100 every 6 months for a fuckin parking pass just to park my car in my area n also like 100 in utilities on top of tht a month but tht was do-able w/ my income n i kant imagine having to make like 40x the rent amount now in NYC n with my Average credit score now i just don kno .

BUTTTTT. igot a nannying job in UES n also passed tha first round of interviewzz with The Children's Institute of Fashion Arts to b a sewing instructor / fashion design teacher ;] EXCITED. i hav no teaching credentialzz but i was a tutor thruout high school n was a socialworker for kiddozz during covid n had to meet their teachers / drive them to skool to get their laptopz ….. during my junior yr in college i had my sociology internship where i taught art to unhoused children for the summer. i think tht makes me more than qualified TBH butttttt.

Ur laughing w a stranger outside of substance abuse skate park at an after after party talkin ab naming our children after diff types of cheeze, like Baby feta andbaby swiss and baby parm n baby colby Jac . Whenever i decide to hav children i will name them meunster. Or swizz.

LADYGUNN wuz fun w many cute musicians, stylists, designers, photographerzz modelzz n HOTTIES . giving advice ab seeking/sugar bby lyfe n getting advice on how to succeed in tha fashion world blah blah... mucho tired pullin up tho cuz NYFW castingzz have been extremely exhausting but i made it past tha 2nd round for danielsleatherzz n got scouted by MAMA KITTYYY who shuld hit me up for a show as well... TRYNA STAY BOOKED AF.

i luv being able to complain ab the stupid modeling industry with other cute models but also laugh about how fun it is at tha same time n be encouraging n hype each other up when we all do our lil runway walk IT SO KUTE n supportive n MODELING IS SO MUCH FUCKING MORE THAN MODELING. its art, community, FASHION which is SOFT POWER... A LIL EXCERPT I WROTE AB IT 4 SKOOL RECENTLYY.

"fashion is soft power, a form of communication . During the french revolution people wore the jewelry of the high priestesses n priests while redistributing wealth. with wealth comes influence , with wealth comes power. fashion attests to that. '

and the redistribution of wealth is something i always found endearing in my religious studies and 'wrestle' with God per say, i enjoyed the reading of the laws. and That every 7 years there would be a sabbath / rest period for labor. and every 50 years [ year of jubilee ] they would rotate class statuses. jesus also taught to create safety nets for the poor, fashion encompasses society n its growths and highs n lows. jesus emphasized nurturing all class statues thru clothing them, feeding them, housing them.

CHARLIXCX JUSTDISCOVERED CROCS 2 DAYS AGO [09/05/22] AND I YAM WAITING 4 THEM TO DROP A SONG AB IT ASAP ALSO MET A GURL NAMED NELLY THIS WK N NOW I FEEL GUILTY CALLING PPL THT AS A TOXIC WAY TO TEASE PPL.

Nowadayz is so kute to lay against tha speakers n rly rly rly feel the music surge into ur palms and thru ur body. why do the deepest convos happen on the nowadayz dance floor. standing in front of the DJ booth holding each other so close screaming in each otherz ears loud enough to hear over the music but tender 3nough to not b offended. yR friend r on molly anD we lay outside finding the orion constellation in the string-lightz. its funnie to laugh ab but the truth comes to surface thti haven't seen constellations or stars 4 far 2 long.... growing up in SGV i wuz surrounded by mountains ... waking up willingly at like 5am everymorning just to walk around alone . watch the sunrise n leave poems 4 my forbidden crush [they were a pASTORS KID and i wuz this scene goth bitch wiff an antieyebrow piercing] in the little tunnel / bridge under the mall down tha st from mi house. id sneak into the arboretum n write poems next to the cherry treez and see the peacocks every single day . arcadia was such a jdugmental n superficial fake town. but we sure housed all tha god damn peacocks in LA. it wuz our town's lil slogan in animal form i guess, if u hurt one u could deadass do time in jail.

[lost the rest of this on my old tumblr SADDDDDD] ...

-RENNY

[spideeysense]

Break-up, Make-up, Whatever. Fezco x F!Reader.

A/N: Well, here it is folks! I hope you all enjoy this piece, as much as I did! This was a really fun request to write, so thank you to whoever suggested this! I hope you enjoy it <3. As always, thanks for reading. And feel free to drop a request! (and I'll get working on the next one :D)

Word Count: 2.9k

Desc/Request: heyy babesss, can you please do a fezco x reader where he breaks uk with her because he’s scared that his job can put her in danger. so like yea she’s been really upset and maddie convinced her to go the the new year’s eve party and she shows uk looking sexy as fuckkk, but see fez getting close with lexi and she feels like her heart breaks again and gets all insecure (you can decide the ending) <3 tysm bae - Anonymous

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol consumption. Dirty Dancing. Mentions of drugs, and weapons. Fluff. Light Angst. Suggestiveness. (there is no smut, but I am still going to mark this fic 18+!!!). LIGHT SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 EPISODE 1

Here are some songs I listened too while writing this if you want to get into the ambiance:

First Love/Late Spring - Mitski

J’s lullaby (darlin’ I’d wait for you) – Delaney Bailey

Space Song – Beach House

I Don’t want to be okay without you – Charlie Burg

Disco Inferno- 50 Cent

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The house was quiet when you unlocked the door. The blinds were halfway down, bathing the living room and kitchen, in a soft glow. Rays of sunshine highlighted the particles of dust that danced in the air. You pocked the spare key Fez had given you, and entered the house.

“Fez?” You called out.

The bag of groceries crinkled in your arms, and you put down on the counter. You pulled out the goods, putting them where they belonged. “Fez?” You called out a second time. You were met with silence. Odd. He hadn’t told you he was going out.

You fished out your phone from your bag, and opened it up to the messages screen.

Y/N: Yo bae, wya?????

No response. Worry settled in your stomach. It was unlike Fez to not communicate. You thought the worse, that he had been killed in business gone wrong and he was now lying dead in a ditch somewhere. You shivered at the thought.

You finished putting the groceries away and milled about the house.

An hour had passed and still no sign of Fez, nor Ashtray. The sense of worry was palpable now, your skin felt damp, cool, and hot, all at the same time. Your heart felt like it was in your throat, choking you with your own blood. Your stomach felt like it had turned upside down, and it was shaking itself and it was going to explode. Like a shaken-up can of soda.

You sat on the couch; eyes trained on the door, left leg bouncing up and down.

Suddenly, it flew open with a bang. Fez and Ashtray barged through the entrance. You didn’t miss the gun in Ashtray’s hand, and the handle poking out of Fez’s waistband. You jumped up on your feet.

“Where have you been.” You asked, your voice laced with worry, and a bit of angst.

Ashtray immediately went towards the dinner table, throwing a black duffle bag onto it, its contents spilling out.

They were both silent, focused on whatever task at hand.

“Fez.” You emphasized, a bit angrily.

“You should go upstairs Y/N.” Fez muttered.

You gaped at him, hands on your hips. You stood there silently.

“You didn’t answer my question Fez,” You stated.

Geez, you’d think that being together almost half a decade, would get you some sort of explanation.

“You need to go upstairs Y/N”. Fez said looking down, his focus on loading another gun. He stuck it between the couch cushions.

“Fez, you were gone for hours, I would have at least liked a text” You explain, going near him.

“Y/N I ain’t fuckin’ around, go upstairs. Now.” Fez said voice raised. He stared at you, hard. You could tell from his face he wasn’t fucking around. You sighed, snatched your laptop and headphones, and disappeared down the hall.

Fez rarely spoke to you like that. He was always very gentle and was very careful to not raise his voice around you. When you had your disagreements, you would be annoyed, and irritated, but you would never raise your voice at each other.

As quiet as a mouse, you tiptoed your way upstairs, made your way into your shared bedroom, and softly shut the door behind you. Click. Went the lock on the knob.

Soon, you could hear Mouse’s voice through the vents. Talking. No, ordering, Fez. Money. Drugs. Money. Blah blah blah. You hated when Mouse came over, things would become tense, and stay tense, even long after Mouse had left.

You thumbed the plush, carpet flooring underneath you. It was dry and scratchy. You placed your laptop in front of you and plugged your headphones in. Music flooded your ears as you disappeared into your laptop.

A little over an hour later, you heard the front door close, and heavy and familiar footsteps come up the stairs. Fez.

A gentle knock came from the door, and you moved from your place on the floor, and opened the door.

“Hey” You muttered.

“Hey” He responded and pushed passed you. He sat at the foot of the big, his head in his hands, one slowly rubbing his neck. Slowly, you joined him, pressing your side to his.

“You ok?” You ask, your hand meeting his shoulder. You gave it a soft squeeze.

It was silent between the two of you.

Fez looked at you, his expression unreadable, he opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it.

“Hmm?”

“I think we should break up” He finally said after a long moment.

Those words hit you like a brick, stealing all the air from your chest. You struggled to breathe.

“What?” Your mouth went dry like a desert, you gaped like a fish gasping for air. It felt like the floor had been tugged out from under you, and you were free falling down a pit.

“I think we should break up.” Fez restated, this time a little clearer.

You got up quickly, wiping your hands on the front of your shirt, but you weren’t sweating.

You turned towards the door, and then back to Fez, and then stared at the clock on the wall, and then the dresser, and then the picture of the two of you on the nightstand, next to his joints and some random trinkets. And finally, your eyes made their ways back to his.

They were wet with tears, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Why,” You whispered, you didn’t trust your own voice.

Fez sighed. “I can’t-, it’s not-,” He struggled to find his words. “It’s not safe for you anymore.”

You dropped your hands to your side. Silently you stared at him.

“Fez-“

He cut you off. “He knows about you, I don’t know how, but he does.”

“Fez-“

“No, babe, I’m serious about this shit righ’ now”

“I don’t care.” You said pointedly. You threw your arms in a dramatic shrug. “So what? You’re gonna let a bald-headed drug dealer dictate your life?”

Anger boiled inside you, crawling up your gut, into your throat. You could feel it burn.

“He’s not just some harmless dude Y/N, he can kill you.” Fez said raising his voice. “You need to take this shit seriously.”

You laughed humorlessly; it came out dry. “Oh yeah, I need to take this seriously.” You said in a mocking voice. It was petty, you knew it, and you didn’t miss the flash of hurt that crossed his eyes.

Fez moved towards you slowly, as if you were a hurt animal. He cupped your face in his hands. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, when he pulled away, you saw he was crying. You were crying too. Red hot, angry tears, spilled down your cheeks.

“Fine.” You whisper-said. You pulled away from his hands harshly, you wiped your face roughly with your hands, but it didn’t stop your tears. They dotted the carpet, your sweater, your hands.

In a bag, you stuffed whatever clothing you could find was yours, your laptop, and your headphones.

Fez didn’t even try to stop you. Before leaving you turned around, and with a wobbly and weak voice, you spat “Fuck you” before slamming the bedroom door behind you.

You bounded down the stairs rapidly, ignoring the calls from Ashtray. You flew through the front door and disappeared into the night.

It had been two weeks since you had seen Fez. He hadn’t tried to call, he only texted a few times, which you always responded too, hoping he’d change his mind. You’d ridden by the convenience store on your bike, hoping to catch a glimpse of Fez sitting outside, but you never saw him. Sometimes you stood on the other side of the street, trying to force yourself to go inside, but when you saw him turn around, you’d pretend you were simply walking by, preoccupied with your phone. It became clear to you that Fez was serious. There was no effort from him to get you back, no standing in front of your window at two am, no missed phone calls with voice mails that lamented the breakup. Nothing. And that was worse.

The year was drawing to a close, and you had never expected to end it without Fez. He really came out of no where with this one. Fuck him. You thought. How was it so easy for him to throw away three years? Like what the fuck? You lay on your bed, clothes, dirty laundry, and empty snack bags strewn around you.

A chime from your phone alerted your attention, and you quickly pulled it out.

Madds: Hey bitch.

Y/N: What’s up?

Madds: U should come out with us tonight, its nye. Theres a party

Y/N: Don’t feel like it.

Madds: Bitch wtf, ur gonna become like ugly and gross if you keep staying inside all day.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Y/N: Fine.

Madds: Yeaa bitch, be ready around 9.

Y/N: kk <3 x

You tossed your phone absent mindedly onto your bed and turned towards the mess that was your closet. You took the plunge. Tossing out random pieces, looking the mirror to see how it would look, and abandoning it on the floor. A black, little piece, drew your attention. It was crumpled between a red velvet dress, and some other stuff. You pulled it out and examined it. It was black, with see thru, mesh pieces under the chest part. The straps were made out of fake diamond crystals, that crisscrossed the bodice.

Perfect.

Pulling it on, you admired yourself in the mirror. It hugged your body in all the right places, and the crystals made your skin glow. You styled your hair, adding small rhinestones to different strands. You finished your makeup and were putting on your heels when you heard a honk coming from outside.

“I’m comin, I’m comin” You murmur under your breath, and you stuff your phone between your boobs and your dress.

The car was cramped with Jules, Kat, Lexi Maddie and you. It smelled vaguely of Everclear, cigarettes and weed.

Music was blasting on the radio, and Maddie had all the windows rolled down. “Bitch you look hot as fuck!” Maddie exclaimed when she saw you. You rolled your eyes and said a sheepish thanks.

Soon the car rolled up to the already-rowdy party. Red solo cups were strewn about the lawn, people were lumbering drunkenly up and down the driveway. Abandoned cigarettes were squished into the asphalt, and the air smelled vaguely sour. Music boomed from inside the house, rattling you to your bones.

Jules dragged you inside, and immediately a cup of some mixed alcohol, that was way too sweet, and way too strong, was in your hand. Disco Inferno by 50 Cent was playing loudly over the speakers, and bodies were dancing, twirling, and grinding. Hazy smoke hung in the air, giving everything a muted look. You didn’t miss the look a few guys who were hanging out in the corner were giving you.

You looked around the living room, trying to act nonchalant. But subconsciously, you knew who you were looking for. Him. This was his stomping ground after all.

Someone handed you another glass, this time the liquid was clear, and smelled strongly of fake raspberry flavoring. It stung your nose. The alcohol stung even more as went down your throat.

For a couple hours you let yourself get dragged around the house and dance floor by your friends. You spotted Fezco a few times, sometimes in the kitchen, and sometimes in the backyard. Each time, he caught your gaze, looked you up and down as if you were a piece of art he was admiring, and then gave you a small, sad smile.

At one point, you had ended up against a guy, grinding sensually, against him. His hands gripped your hips (a little too hard), and his breath was hot on your neck. It made you gag.

“You’re really hot.” Stinky Breath said into your ear. Another internal gag. His hand slid up from your hip and stopped just short of your boob.

“I know.” You said shortly and pulled your self away from him.

“Hey where you goin pretty thing?” He called after you. You ignored him. Instead going to the kitchen and grabbing another drink. And that’s when you saw them. Smack dab in the middle of living room, were Fez and Lexi, looking all cozy.

What the fuck. He breaks up with you and ignores you for two weeks and instead decides to chat up fucking Lexi? What. The. Fuck.

Angrily, you stomped your way over.

“What the fuck Fez.” Instantly, Lexi and Fez broke away from their conversation. A look of shock was etched onto Lexi’s face.

“Y/N..” Fez said, looking up at you. “How’s it goin’?” He asked tentatively. The new found tension in the air was palpable.

“How’s it going? Really, Fez.” You state, you pinch the bridge of your nose. Fez is silent, and adverts his gaze.

“You break up with me because you think I can’t handle your shit, ignore me for two fucking weeks, which was hell by the way. Thanks. And then, I come here and see you all cozied up with Lexi Howard? What, you feel like you can’t have me involved in your life, but feel totally fine wrapping her up into it?” You spat, poking your index finger at him. Was it really that easy for him to move on? What did Lexi have that you didn't? Your heart sinks in your chest. Fez stands up, and he places a hand on your shoulder.

“No, don’t fucking touch me Fez.” Words fly out like venom. You realize your yelling, and some people were curiously eyeing your conversation over their red solo cups.

“Here let’s talk outside.” He suggested, reaching out for you, but you take a step back.

“Fine” You state sharply. “Lead the way.”

Fez sighs, and rubs the back of his neck, he looks down at the carpet. Lexi stands up from the couch and backs away slowly. “I’m gonna…go.” She mutters and disappears into the crowd. He makes a beeline for the fire pit, and you follow him.

You both take a seat around the fire, the orange flames are dwindling, but it still emits a warm glow. When you turn to Fez, he’s illuminated with a dim orange light, and it highlights his ginger hair. His freckles look stars, and you remember countless times tracing the freckles on his face, his arms, hands, and back. And it hits you how much you’ve missed him.

Out here, the energy has changed. Instead of feeling charged and angry, you feel sad, disappointed. “Fez.” You start slowly, but he holds up a hand to stop you.

“Babe-Y/N, I really am sorry.” He toys with his hands in his lap, nervously looking into the fire.

“I just, feel like, I can’t lose you like that-you know?” He glances at you through his eyelashes. His words hang heavy in the air. You know what he means, and your heart sinks.

“Mouse is real scary, and I thought-you know- that if you weren’t around me no more, I could prevent anything happening to you.” He continues. “Cause I love you.”

It’s quiet again.

“I love you too Fez.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see his outstrechted hand, and you take it. He brings your knuckles up to his lips and kisses them softly.

“I’m sorry ma’, I know you can handle yourself” He mutters against your hand. When he pulls away, he starts talking again.

“And I’m not gonna lie, these past two weeks have been ass without you.” Fez laughs, and so do you. “I can’t even get Ashtray to pick up his mess man,” He pulls you up from your spot on the chair, and pulls you into him.

“Don’t ever, and I mean ever, let me break up with you again.” He mutters against your neck. It’s a funny thing to say, but you can tell he’s serious. His arms snake around your waist, his hands resting on the curve of your ass. You playfully (and lightly) punch his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m not letting you go nowhere.” You state as a matter as fact. Fez pulls his head up, and looks down at you, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips.

“Damn right you ain’t”.

Fez leans forward and presses his lips to yours. His left hand trails down to your thigh, and pushes up your dress a little bit. You let out a small noise, but Fez pulls away.

“I got handle somethin’, but uh- find Ashtray and tell him you want a ride. He’ll be glad to see you.” He says, placing a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, and then finally, a light soft peck on the lips.

Your breathless by the time he pulls away completely, and detaches himself from you. You give him a small smirk. “Love you.” You whisper.

“Love you too baby” He turns around and head towards the house

“And I’ll see you at home!” You yell after him, sending a flirty wink his way. “I’m lookin forward to it!” Fez calls back, mock saluting you before disappearing into the house.

Maybe, coming to this New Years party wasn’t so bad after all.

[spotsupstuff]

I barely knew Kokoro but I'm craving to know more bout her and Ma-

Hmmm... Let's see what I can pull outta the thin air for her

Kokoro was 5'7'' aka one inch taller than Ma n naturally she constantly teased her about this. She was also a reason why Ma put down her solid masks for cloth ones (and one eye patch thingy so really only one quarter of her face was visible but that's still a lot with her). I'm thinking of makin that hoodie Ma has to be originally Kokoro's of which Ma has been takin care of this whole time (it’s magicked so it wouldn’t tear apart cuz of use)

Ma didn't stop her research while she was with Kokoro and instead of Kokoro being weirded out about this kinda stuff, she tried to find spell books for Ma to help her out. They would lie in their bed n read thru the spell books together- so Kokoro ended up knowing a few spells herself The reason why Ma was in Japan came up between them about six times (ahah) before, on the seventh, Ma told her everything. Kokoro needed a moment to stomach all that information, but other than that the only feelings that stayed with her over this towards Ma was sympathy and pity. And a bit of healthy fear cuz "what the fuck r u sure this powerful ass yokai wont try to get us like I mean Hundred percent sure???" Her reply to Ma telling her how old she was, was “HOLY DICKNIPS YOU’RE OLDER THAN ANY EDIBLE CHEESE IN THE WORLD” which like yea she sure is

Fact: Kokoro is a word that unites the heart, the mind and the spirit under itself- this was chosen as her name because she, in a way, did that for Ma. Kokoro glued Ma together just by her presence and helped her keep focus and peace

Here’s a first attempt at designin her:

Ma n Kokoro absolutely listened to Mitski, lying on the floor, feelin like a pair of lesbean sad sacks, multiple times during their time together

Kokoro had a booming laugh that often startled Ma which only made Kokoro laugh even more n almost every time Ma ended up laughing along with her. Disrespect could be Kokoro’s second name- if she didn’t like somebody she’d fuckin Let Them Know, whether it being thru verbal disrespect or her doin gross stuff like unashamedly burping, messin with her teeth or, in extreme cases, pickin her nose. That sorta shit made Ma fall for her even harder

Ma stayed by her side till the very end. When Kokoro got to the point of passing for a grandma, they used to sit together in parks and feed the pigeons or ducks. Ma often went thru patches of worry about what she would do after Kokoro would pass away- these were usually banished by Kokoro giving her kisses on the cheeks, nose or forehead n that would prompt Ma to just. shower her wife in as many affections as possible, effectively taking her monkey brain off the ugly thoughts

She passed away in a hospital durin an evening as a 96 year old, with Ma and her close ones nearby Kokoro had a little biker family (not her bio fam) that ended up kinda being Ma's too. This group was the only reason why Ma, grief-stricken, still stayed in the city after Kokoro's passing. The yokai part of the fam did a lot for Ma when it came to comfort

Long Xiaojiao reminds Ma a lot of Kokoro but in a “oh you are like the daughter we never had, I gotta mama you.” kind of way. One day, maybe Ma might get to say to Xiaojiao how much Kokoro would’ve liked her if she got to meet her

[irrealisms]

Anyway. at risk of explaining the joke! the first web weave was abt. Performance. probably over half of it is abt specifically the experience of. being watched. by ppl or things that ultimately want A Good Show & will prioritize that over my safety and happiness. whereas for me. That Is My Life. twitter votes for exile. twitch chats will pog for yr escape but theyre just as willing to demand blood or explosions. theyre Capricious. they want A Good Story. and the ending of third life fits rly neatly into that. they could have been happy and called it off. but that’s not what the spectators—on one hand the ghosts of their dead friends, still able to watch and to talk in chat, to demand a fight but not to take actions, & on the other hand the viewers on YouTube, the meta level, the need to Make Good Content—want. the spectators want a fight. so they get it. they Have To. & ofc bc im fuckin Weird abt performance i am both character and content creator here. im fictional but also i am the author and editor and audience. mitski lyric goes here. i am producing myself. so that just slots in neatly. the og web weave also has a bunch of uhhhh self awareness bc im what therapists call either Good Insight or Dissociative and what i tend to call Insufferably Meta. that’s not in the 3rd life screenshot as much? but like. the references to like. i am aware that i am insane. yeah. and a lot of that ties into the. Weird Abt Performance. bc that’s less directly “”delusional””. it’s all peering through the keyhole up in this bitch. I am my own voyeur, baby! if you don’t have store bought voyeurs homemade is fine!

The SECOND web weave is a little more. scattered. lol. but it’s abt. being trapped. it’s about time loops & not getting better & dropping out of college. & of course it’s still abt The Narrative as antagonistic force. wanted 2 say malevolent there but it’s not true. the narrative can be at its worst when it is apathetic or even sympathetic. antagonistic in the sense of; a thing opposing the protagonist. protagonist as in; POV character. tumblr’s obsession with being trapped in/by the narrative! you cannot get out.

The second image, from Liza Forever Minelli, is a good fit for a few reasons: image/camera/watcher imagery, see Web Weave A; but also the. inevitable failure. not getting better. not escaping. the lyrics themselves repeat. again and again and again and again. never get away never get away I am never ever gonna get away. it’s all repetition. looping. you are trapped in this song you are trapped in this line you are never escaping. you are here & you are never getting out. never changing. no matter how many times you try you will get the same result. still the picture flips. the self-aware nod, the bitter irony, of the hotel california reference. I know what it looks like. Don’t you dare fucking say it. I am tired of hearing it. the camera is still watching. replay. replay. replay. you are trapped here. you cannot change anything.

the third image. abt I am in eskew. is. well. it’s interesting. I am still chewing on it. I am desperate for trauma. I have this deep and strong and ugly jealousy towards people with TraumaTM. instead I am just like this. I am like this forever. I desperately want an excuse—sorry, explanation—or a thing to fight, to do things about, to take action. Instead I have… kind of nothing? I invent problems for myself bc I like being trapped here. I thought for a bit that maybe I didn’t but then I gave back up. And ofc there’s the obnoxiously-to-me surface-level read of, like. I am pretending I am rational and not paranoid. this is just what being delusional is. whatever. But also. Idk. I am inventing a reality where my problems make sense. Yeah that’s nonzero compelling as an explanation (lol) of me. and like. [you are never ever gonna get away from this place] + places that are People. that can trap you or love you. eskew + being trapped. but more compellingly. eskew + trapping yourself. because it is more appealing. than not being trapped.

and the last image ! which lost my progress in typing! is from night in the woods. it’s. pretty surface level. TFW you go to college and stay stagnant. for five years you stay stagnant. you get worse then better then worse then better then worse then better. your friends grow up. they change. they move away. they have jobs. you do not. you are still living with your parents. you started college early and you are dropping out late, because you kept having to withdraw semesters. and now you are back home. there is nothing but time separating you from your 8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18-19-20 year old self. you are the same person doing the same things eating the same food. everyone else changed and here you are, in stasis. on loop. you are still a kid because you would rather die than do things for yourself and your family does not want you to die. everyone else has grown up and you have stayed exactly the same. privileged manchild on his parents’ couch. you are available during the middle of the day when all of your friends are at work. you are hung up on your middle school friends. & the context of the rest of the game, the themes of being trapped in Possum Springs. i just wanna die anywhere else/anywhere, just not here. the parallelism with Breathe from In The Heights, from the same web weave. you are the lucky one with the ticket out and you wasted it. mae comes back home. she is the same. less, maybe, because when you were this at 10 you were precocious. you were smart. & when you are the same at 20 you are stagnant and stupid, holes in your memory and your functioning. the hare has been on a treadmill for a decade. what happened? the worst answer of all: nothing.

three images that i didn’t think to include in my previous two web weaves but now that they’ve already been reblogged it’d be kinda awkward to edit them in:

The first one would be in the first post & the second and third would be in the second.

[sunnibits]

I don’t know if this will help anyone and it’s kinda cheesy but like. You need to start loving yourself the way you love fictional characters. You know?? When you like the most fucked up lil dudes??? When people are so messy and they’ve messed up big time and sometimes they’re pieces of shit but you still love em’ so much because they’re so complex and you just have so much love in your chest?? (or is that just me)

Like. You have GOT to start directing that energy towards yourself. Sometimes you’re a fucked up little dude too. Sometimes you’re a mess!! Sometimes you’d done good things and bad things and like that’s okay because damn are you a Human Being! I fuckin love human beings and the depth of them and you should too! And guess what! You’re a part of that! And you can start thinking of yourself as a Funnee Character I promise you can it’s a thing

That was really deep I know and it’s still very dumb and silly but you gotta start noticing little things about yourself and romanticizing them. Like making note of your little fidgets and the ways you calm yourself down and the things that make you unique and shit. I don’t know. You have to look in on yourself when you’re dancing in your kitchen in your pjs and realize how fucking adorable that is. You have to laugh at yourself when you have a mental breakdown set to Mitski or Lady Gaga or some shit. 

Bitch you ARE the lovable side character!! Probably gay too! Even better! Maybe not the main character but let’s be real do any of us give a shit about main characters on here!! NAH! It’s you. You are the ‘uwu chaotic gay’ who’s actually dealing with so much shit that the fandom ignores except for that one person who writes a 34k+ fic about it or something. Embrace it. 

Yeah I’m looking at YOU, people who romanticize everything and love humans so much. You are the Humans. It you. Go drink some damn water.

[angelthebedsheet]

If you’re ok with it, could you do Hawks, Todoroki, Shinsou, Bakugo and Kaminari with a black support engineer s/o with big curly hair and stretched ears? Maybe she wears gauges with their hero theme? Just some cute fluff!

a/n: oooooh bitch okayyyyy!! i like that! hawks my lil bird bitch ✋🏽🥺

your quirk! super brain.

what is it? you have the ability to memorize things easily, piece complex puzzles together, make great strategies. you essentially are a megamind. you are incredibly smart invention-wise. you are skilled in support hero work so you are one of the go to’s for hero modifications, suits and basic designs.

hero name? hakim: the tinker hero

why the name hakim? from what i searched up it has arabic and african significance and it’s one of the 99 names based on the attributes of Allah. the two famous bearers of this name were hakim ajmal khan, the india physician and hakim muhammad saeed, a pakistani medical researcher. if i got any of this wrong please message me so i can fix this! i want to stay as respectful as possible as i love to include names that hold a message!

i might have to split this into two parts bc this gets long!! i just assumed reader is fem presenting bc you can use feminine pronouns and not be a girl like me. also disclaimer i only take 4 characters at a time per request but i dont think at the time of this request i had finalized my requirements in my masterlist so IMMA LET IT SLIDE. sorry this is late as SHIT. lets get it!

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Hawks

okay we all know he’s a lil shit

and we all know how he be

you are working on your next commission piece in your studio when your window opens

you can only sigh

“what happened kei.”

“now birdie dont get mad now okay”

“what did you do.”

“i may have.... broke my visor and destroyed my jacket?”

how the fuck do you do that.

“what.”

“ahahah...”

boot to the face

when you two were first dating

which was back in hs

you helped him figure out how his hero costume would be along with how they would sit comfortably on his wings

i mean i love the idea of you roasting him while measuring him

“where’s your fuckin DRIP kei.”

“y/n PLEASE. i came here to get a new costume not get slandered”

“well you jus gon have to deal with it sugar, especially when you look like a mess.”

he had definitely bought you so many gauges that have little red feathers hanging from it

or simply his initials hanging from it to the point where you just wear one of his feathers around your neck

marking his territory and making sure you are safe

protective and trendy!

i hc that he has alot of bird like tendencies so you probably have to stop him from stealing the lil shiny things you have

your nuts and bolts allat

“keigo put my bolt down”

“but its so SHINY”

“NO.”

cue keigo’s WHINING

sometimes he just sits on his stool you put for him and play with your ears

like he’ll stare at them and ask you questions

“do they hurt?”

“kei im trying to focus”

“like they’re all stretched how long did they take?”

or he’ll bounce your curls

you’re just polishing a piece of hero gear

here comes kei silently sitting on his stool and gently grabbing a strand of your hair

pulling it down then you hear a quiet

“boing”

i hc that kei has adhd, has lil tic and has to fidget

(can you tell i self project onto majority of them)

(i mean hawks’ quirk must be IMMACULATE for fidgeting 😫👌🏽👌🏽)

(its dead his fault why i have a pretty bird tic)

and one day

“kei baby, here.” you said as you handed him a box. he cocked his head slightly as he looked at it. “what is this, dove?” he asked as he took the box. “well, i made you something to help with your fidgets.” you said as you rubbed the back of your neck. his wings puffed out as he smiled. he opened the box and gasped. you watched as his eyes brightened while he took out the keychain fidget toy. it has multiple sides to it. metal rings connected by two hoops, red, white and beige plastic bangs that were at the ends with two small red feathers at the chains. you watched as he bit his lips and tried not to cause a big reaction. “do you like it, pretty bird?” you asked. he nodded and pulled you into a hug. “thank you so much, baby.” he said into your shoulder. “and you can hook it onto your pants. cute, right?” you said as you gently rubbed his back. “yep, i’m cuddling the fuck outta you. lets go.” he said as he let you go and sweeped you up into his arms. you squealed with a giggle and wrapped your arms around his neck as he ran to the bedroom.

Todoroki Shouto

yall are in hs okay no time skips lmao

todoroki loves EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU

i mean he has so many sneaky pics of you working on your projects

oil on the cheek, gloves, goggles

straight up working in your zone

he will post on his story sometimes like

“look at my s/o”

“they’re working hard”

dry ass cute shit yk?

he carries scrunchies and glass cleaners 24/7

you take your projects on the go so he’ll just take out a scrunchie and neatly pull them curls back into a pineapple

my mans lowkey was struggling at first bc DAMN

CURLS BE FIGHTIN HIM

love the idea of todoroki watching youtube tutorials bc he’s TIRED of getting his ass BEAT by them

he kinda gets a lil grossed out when you take out your gauges and your earlobe kinda just dangles

like earrings in? cool asf

them out? my mans fold like a lawn chair. he looks away or makes a stink face

“are they in?”

“yes they’re in you lil baby. you can try attempted murder but you can’t look at stretched earlobes?”

“shut UP”

he does internally swoon when you put in gauges that match his hair colour

like you love him that much? okay i see

he’s amazed by how you work

sometimes he’ll just stand behind you like a lil sibling in the door way

“mom said it’s my turn on the xbox.”

(not at how me and todoroki are both the youngest siblings)

when you saw his first hero costume you busted out LAUGHING

that day you roasted todoroki to the point where he left

“janitor looking ass. my nigga where you goin? a space adventure? scary ass.”

“😐 are you done.”

“space jam headass, lookin like a g.i joe action figure. terminator lookin ass.”

“alright im leaving”

“no wait come back andjajdjsba”

i hc that todoroki has panic and anxiety attacks and things like that

so you made him a little sumn sumn for his anxiety

“candy, look here for a second?” you called out, making todoroki hum and look up from his notebook. “what happened?” he asked as he cocked his head slightly. “made you something.” you said as you handed him a small box. his eyes light up as he gently took the box. “really? are you sure?” he questioned. you only nodded with a smile as you placed your pencil behind your ear. you watched as he carefully opened the box. he pulled out a tan clicker toy and smiled confused. “what’s this, bub?” he questioned as he placed the box down. “a fidget toy i made for you that can help with your anxiety. it can help ground you when you feel overwhelmed? hopefully? oh! it also has a music box feature.” you said as you pointed at the back of the toy. he silently turned the toy around and you leaned over and pressed a button that played a music box version of a pearl by mitski. you watched as his shoulders loosened up at the sound of his favorite song. he placed the toy down while he tried to hold his smile back. he sighed and smiled widely. “thank you, i love it, bubba.” he said sweetly. “i’m glad you like it.” you whispered. “may i kiss you?” he asked. you simply nodded before he gently cupped your cheek and pressed a kiss to your lips. you pulled him into a hug.

[sleepy-achilles]

Omg now I wanna see Undertaker just laying on the floor or whatnot chilling as he's just getting buried by cats and/or holding one like some baby meanwhile Kane is absolutely NOT having it bc that's his cats dammit!

Also for the HC about undertaker listening to Mitski when he's feeling sad (and horny), I feel Taker would be a bit if a romantic. Not so much to the point it was disgusting, but enough to make you go "wow, that's... Hot."

I feel Taker would be a smoker, and he would leave Shawn little poems, notes and letters on the inside of a ripped Marlboro menthol 100s box. Inspo from came from an art piece I found here a few weeks ago, and I can't find it, which really upsets me

Oh yeah, I love smoker taker.

I mean the man literally comes back from the death, I think smoking is the least of his concerns.

Yeah he doesn't like fire but, smoking is just the kinda burn he likes.

Fuckin hate smoking in real life (even tho I kinda love the smell, look its confusing growing up around the stuff)

But in fiction? Fuckin love it