#they reintroduced themselves and came out to me

[looselipssinkships-x]

the duality of making a new friend out of an old friend. we were inseparable. we were strangers. we both have different names now. in some ways our new names are as similar as our old nicknames were. there is so much ground to make up about the changes the years have brought. there are some things that have stayed the same. i still wear the winter coat my little brother outgrew when he was in middle school. you might not recognize me if we passed on the street. our music tastes still overlap, even after breaking far away from the music we were raised on. i don't know how you broke your ankle. you don't know the foods my body doesn't tolerate anymore. we share so many of the same needs, the same fears. we don't know the depth of the others pain in the past ten years, you don't the actions of your youth had consequence. but we were both kids. and you still know my heart. there was a reason we were two halves of a whole for so long.

[crystallizsch]

I DIDNT THINK THE COLOR-MY-TREE MESSAGES WOULD BE OPEN FOR EVERYONE AT ONCE— IT’S NOT THE 25TH FOR ME YET-

oughhhhhghh anyways very long all-over-the-place, one-thought-leads-to-another sappy message below. read it or not, it’s up to you hdbjss (and don’t worry i’m not putting any messages on blast they were private for a reason 😭) it’s morning for me so i’m just AGH

i wanted to write a general thank-you message but as soon as i started typing all the words i wanted to properly say left my cranium and said “hey let’s be vulnerable” and so here we are.

anyways HI HELLO HI every message means A LOT💥💥💥, thank you to everyone who took time to write one for me. from the simple greetings, the silly messages, and the sweet and vulnerable ones. i will forever remember you all and i’ll keep you in my heart safe and sound. 💖

HARD PIVOT this small part can be skipped but i think i’ve only vaguely and briefly touched on this on my main but christmas eve especially is extremely rough for me. it’s not christmas or the holidays’ fault necessarily, but it’s because one of my parents passed away unexpectedly. so uh not a good memory to put it lightly. i only turned 18 that time, but as the oldest kid, i was already expected to “stay strong” and be the second parent. i felt the overbearing pressure because my family is not really in a “privileged” enough position to even be given the time to grieve + i was in the middle of starting uni so fuck that LMAO.

(something something that’s prob why i relate to jamil a lot HFJDJS but that’s a topic for another day maybe) (anyways just some. necessary??? background context i suppose.)

so uh backstory time. i was there for twst en when it came out but stopped and only got reintroduced to it last year because of an irl friend. i’ve been hooked into it for months BEFORE i started posting at the beginning of this year.

(shoutout yuuna for being my first yuu and shoutout yuusha for taking over my blog, she was never meant to be dragged out of the basement).

i thought this tumblr thing was just gonna be a way for me to distract myself from grief and pressure and the constant thoughts of ending it all. i NEVER would have imagined that i’d be part of community.

i really thought i’d just post art and leave and that’s it. i never thought i’d have people encouraging my creative fixations. i never thought i’d start talking to people. i never thought i’d genuinely make new close friends online. i never thought i’d have impact(???) on people.

i’ve always wanted this blog to just be a fun time where i don’t have to take anything seriously without any pressure. (i’ve definitely gotten more comfy posting whatever and that really feels more freeing).

i never expected to make so many connections because genuinely i only interact without expecting anything back. and the fact people even reciprocated is SUCH a genuine surprise for me. all my experiences thus far is so unbelievable to me even to this day still.

from the bottom of my heart i am trying my best to be a good person, because i don’t think i am. which is why i try to be as kind to myself the way i refer to myself and my work, and that i try to uplift others whenever i can and make sure whatever they do or make will be worth it. i know this sounds so vain of me but if it helps people out and it makes me feel better, i think that’s enough.

also it honestly feels so dumb to realize and admit that technically-speaking, if it weren’t for twst and the following experiences it brought me, i wouldnt be alive rn hdhdj

so to the people who told me i’ve made their days a little brighter. to the people that told me that i’m one of their reasons for getting the courage to start posting/putting themselves out there. to the people who are just so kind and funny to me. and to the people in general who just decided that i’m worth it.

happy holidays!! i love you all, and thank you for being a part of my life no matter who you are 💜💝

[ladydisharmony]

fluttercord fanfic snippet :)

some context:

so, i’ve started re-writing bride of discord. arguably the most popular fluttercord fanfiction to date, written by DisneyFanatic2364. i grew up anticipating each episode of the audio drama; i loved it. however, rewatching it (as i’ve done multiple times to torture myself) has made me realize it has not aged well at all. discord’s characterization, the lack of actual chemistry between him and fluttershy and the constant weight of their circumstances, applespike, among other things range from uncomfortable to problematic. because of this, i’ve wanted to take the plot and mold it into something that fixes those issues as well as divulge more into the characters and their feelings.

i haven’t actually read the fanfic (before i continue this i want to read through it one time, to be fair), i’ve only consumed the audio drama, but considering how poorly the characters (most notably discord) are written in the audio drama i can’t image there is much more i’m missing. no hate necessarily, DF just isn’t, or wasn’t, the most skilled writer in my opinion. as a warning, i’m no author either, but i find joy in writing from time to time and i do think i have something of substance.

in my re-write, i have fluttershy taking interest in discord in his hiding period. i think it makes it more interesting that her fear subsides and is replaced by a want to learn about him and where he came from. it gives her a personal incentive to accept his deal without her feeling like she has to because she has no other choice. she doesn’t really want to marry him, but she isn’t being tormented by him after his disappearance nor is she completely miserable in her stay at his estate.

speaking of the deal, when asking for a bride, discord doesn’t really intend to take the marriage seriously. i’m still considering if i want him to ask for this out of hopes one of the elements will come forward, or if he just narrow its down, saying that one of the elements has to “give themselves up”. either way he hopes to ensure or IS ensuring the keeping of their word when they say they won’t use the elements against him. there isn’t a wedding or anything of that nature, that’s too boring. the proposal is them being married and then fluttershy is just someone living in his house that he has to feed sometimes. i want her to still have contact with her friends in some way. discord doesn’t want any conspiring, so either letters or a ‘one person at a time’ visitor rule.

just two of the changes i’m making still working it out but that’s some of my base ideas . if yall have any suggestions i’d love to hear them as im open to critiques or any other ideas, tho there is no guarantee ill adapt to them.

without further ado, here is the snippet. if yall like it enough i’ll continue and publish the chapter :)

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The Chaos dimension had made a great home for Discord the last year. It had everything he could possibly need, save anyone to torment. That wouldn’t be an issue soon, however. The Lord of Chaos had been lying low in his little window outside of reality, waiting for the right time to reintroduce himself. he was growing bored of waiting. Discord admired himself in his living room mirror. It was upside down and attached to the wall at an angle, leaving it crooked and ineffective as a floor-length mirror. He was looking at his upside down reflection when it started betraying his movements.

“Can you *please* find something else to do when you’re thinking,” his reflection crossed it’s arms over it’s chest and outstretches its neck, pushing it through the glass threshold effortlessly, “I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me.”

Discord rolled his eyes as his reflection-Who he deemed ‘Secondcord’- pulled itself from the mirror completely. “Well you know me, I have an affinity for the chaotic and strange,” he teased his doppelgänger with an un-serious smirk on his face, stepping out of it’s way as it glided to the floor. “Speaking of chaos, I believe my time to shine is closely approaching.” Discord stepped closer to himself, bringing his eagle claw to tap Secondcord’s nose.

“The Gala?” It swatted his hand away, “how clever to pop up on them while their energy is focused elsewhere. That is, until you consider they still bare their elements and you can’t do anything about it.”

“Oh please, I evaded them before-”

“Narrowly. You evaded them narrowly.”

“So I know what to look for! Flashing lights, a big rainbow. That’s not hard to miss. Besides, the plan I’ve been concocting should save me from having to worry about the elements at all!” He falls back and motions his paw, a lawn chair appearing to break his fall. With a snap, a wine glass rests in his palm. Secondcord watched unamused as he took a sip.

“Oh, a plan to deactivate the elements? Do tell! Seeing as your magic is *completely* ineffective in removing them from their bearers I’d love to know how you plan to do so. I sure do hope that whatever that hamster brain of yours is thinking is more permanent than reversing their personalities.” It picked at it’s talon claws, pretending to find them interesting, “Perhaps you’ll encase *them* in stone? Or maybe turn them into wooden puppets, unable to make their own decisions. Oh, I know! You’ll turn the six lapdogs into beautiful paintings and hang them above your mantel. How cruel, to make them watch you have all the fun from above your ‘waterplace’.” He looked to the aforementioned ‘waterplace’, wiggling his fingers. Red water spouted from wooden logs like a backwards waterfall, up into a never-ending chimney.

“Well if you’d stop listening to the sound of your own voice, I’ll tell you.” Discord’s eyes are closed as he takes another sip, then hums. “Although, I do like the sound of that last idea. Maybe I’ll store it away for Lady Loyalty.” He sat like he was a woman suntanning at the beach trying to seduce the person of her affections, “Or maybe for you? it would certainly save me from your sarcastic remarks.” As he takes a third sip of his wine, it’s apparent that the amount of liquid in the glass is unchanged.

“The plan,” Secondcord barked, sick of Discord’s tendency to dance around every single thing he was trying to say.

“Oh you buzzkill, I can never poke fun with you. *Fine*. I’ll strike a deal or two with them.” Secondcord furrowed his brow and lifted his head at his counterparts words, egging him to go on. “I can’t touch their elements, no, but i *can* make it to where they can’t use them. I’ve taken Twilight’s horn before and I can take it again, this time I’ll only give it back if they promise to not use the elements in return.” He lifted himself from the lawn chair, both it and his drink disappearing in a puff of smoke. He began to pace, miscellaneous sounds coming with each of his footsteps. “I have a few other cards up my sleeve, but that’s to be played out.”

Secondcord tilted his head and feigned disinterest, but his amused smile was apparent. “Well, I suppose it’s a step up from you last attempt, I’ll give you that.”

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[uchi-mochi]

You flatter me (Sebastian Sallow x Slytherin!Reader)

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Summary; After joining the Slytherin quidditch team it is finally time for your first Hogwarts house party with Sebastian. Overal just two idiots who are in love <3

Warnings: mentions of Alcohol, not proofread

Word count: 2k

Requests are open!

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House parties at Hogwarts held a strong legacy for themselves - and with every new party the students tried to out do the last one. Every house was competitive when it came to this.

Quidditch had always been a good reason to host one such party - so when the sport was reintroduced in your 'sixth' year it was only a matter of time before all hell would break lose in the common rooms.

The Slytherin quidditch team had a few open spots, Imelda Reyes had practically begged you to join the try outs, specifically for the role of seeker.

"Y/n L/n." Imelda Reyes said in a stern voice. "You have beat literally all of my damn trials in record time. You know a seeker is all about insight and speed!"

You pondered on your decision. Ranrok was gone and the ancient magic depository laid safe under Hogwarts. You would finally have some time to yourself - developing your flying hobby didn't sound too bad. 

"Besides, I heard a certain troublemaking someone is going to try out for Beater" Imelda teased.

"Very funny Imelda" you said, rolling your eyes at her. She playfully hit your side with her elbow. "Fine, I'll try out for seeker. But you owe me fudge from Honeydukes"

Naturally, you crushed the try outs and landed yourself the role of Seeker. Your competition couldn't even come close to your skills on a broom.

You sat down on the tribunes next to Ominis (who had came to cheer you and Sebastian on), opening a bag of fudge Imelda had given you. The tryout for Beater was next. Imelda was right, Sebastian was taking part in the tryouts. You had seen his surprised face when you entered the pitch - you had told him about your hesitation to join the team, but not about your change of mind.

Sebastian's skills on a broom were quite impressive. You watched in awe as he skillfully dodged and countered the incoming bludgers. He was even cocky enough to fly past you, giving you a wink.

You weren't surprised when he emerged victorious, becoming the newest Slytherin beater.

The only tryouts that were left was for the role of Keeper. Sebastian sat down next to Ominis and you after he had changed out of his quidditch gear.

"Didn't know you were going to try out for Seeker" Sebastian said as he reached for your bag of fudge. "Count me surprised"

You put the bag away from Sallows reach. "Hey, that's my well earned bribe!"

"Imelda had to bribe you to get you on the Slytherin team?" Ominis chuckled. "You're easily bribed, good to know"

Sebastian was taller than you, the difference being even larger than it was in your fifth year. He reached over for the bag and (much to your dismay) snatched a piece of the candy. "You know, I wanted to surprise you by making it on the Slytherin team. But I suppose it's even a better surprise to have my lucky charm right on the field with me"

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Your first quidditch match was against Ravenclaw. "A good warm-up for our future matches" Imelda had said. Ravenclaw wasn't the strongest opponent you could have been out against - and you were very grateful for that. Despite your rigorous training you were nervous.

"Ready folks?" Imelda asked the team, though she didn't wait for an answer as she flew onto the air. You were all lined up for the opening ceremony, having practiced an elegant yet intimidating entrance. "I want to make them shiver before we even score a single point" Imelda had said. "Besides, it boosts morale"

The trick seemed to have worked; Imelda had scored three times before Ravenclaw did. The score was currently 80-30 for Slytherin. This gave you a slight bit of breathing room to find the golden snitch.

You scanned the playing field and spotted a glint of gold across the other side of the stadium. Sebastian flew to your side, hitting an incoming bludger away from you. You muttered a quick 'thanks'

"Seb!" You yelled. "Keep their Seeker busy for just a minute!"

"Got it!"

You flew down into the pitch, focused on that same glint of gold. Sebastian had kept his word; the Ravenclaw Seeker was far behind you, desperately avoiding the incoming bludgers. He was having a hard time avoiding Sebastian's aggressive plays - even being almost knocked out of his broom. Despite how much you loved besting Sallow in a duel, you made a mental note for yourself to never make him an enemy on the quidditch field.

The snitch was only a few centimetres out of reach as it flew under the tribunes.You upped the speed of your broom, skillfully avoiding every pillar and support that came your way. The snitch flew away from under the tribunes, out in the open air. You could spot the Ravenclaw seeker flying towards the snitch from the other side of the pitch. Sebastian had been knocked to the side and put off balance, disabling him for a few seconds. 

"40-80 for Ravenclaw!"

If you didn't act now, the match would be lost. Steering your broom slightly sideways you cut the snitch of - catching it directly in your hand just before the Ravenclaw seeker could catch it.

You quickly flew above the pitch, proudly displaying the golden snitch to the audience.

"150 points to Slytherin!"

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You walked alongside your quidditch team into the common room, cheers erupting out of your fellow Slytherins as they swarmed around you. The common room had been decorated with all sorts of green decoration, most of them displaying the Slytherin symbol. Snacks, jugs of butterbeer and bottles of all sorts of alcohol were placed on the tables, both muggle and wizard music playing through the room.

You could spot a few shades of reds and yellows amongst the sea of robes - Merlin knows how they got in here.

Sebastian held hold of your waist, hoisting you into the air then spinning you around. You yelped in surprised at his antics, which quickly turned into a laugh.

"To our new Slytherin Seeker and Beater!" Imelda yelled as she raised her fist into the air, more cheers echoing through the room.

"What was that for!" You laughed as Sebastian put you down onto the ground again, playfully elbowing his side.

"What, can't show off our new quidditch legend?"

"Oh please, don't spare yourself the credit"

The crowd slowly dispersed over the common room as the party officially started.

"Care for a drink, Sallow?"

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One butterbeer had turned into two (alongside a shot of something you didn't know the name of). Your head felt just slightly fuzzy.

Though that couldn't be said for a quite a bit of your fellow Hogwarts students. You had counted at least three brawl fights between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin this evening - which was very entertaining to watch. However, Imelda had promptly kicked them out of the common room.

Sebastian had left for just a moment to grab another drink, leaving you in the company of Imelda and Natty.

"Way to steal the spotlight today!" Natty said enthusiastically as she patted you on the back, holding a glass of butterbeer in her other hand. "I bet that Ravenclaw seeker is going to be sulking for at least a week"

You chuckled at her comment.

"I knew I was right about you" Imelda quipped in as she chugged down another shot. Merlin, that girl could hold her alcohol. "If you keep this up I'll happily buy you all the fudge your heart could ever desire"

"Look forward to our win streak then, Imelda"

You scanned the room for Sebastian. He had been gone for a while now. You spotted chatting with Ominis across the room from you, pouring him a glass of butterbeer. He had definitely gotten taller over the summer - and oh dear, all the quidditch practice had really made him more muscular. You knew Sebastian was handsome, but had he always looked this good in his white button up shirt and those rolled up sleeves?

Imelda followed your line of sight. "Admiring Sallow now, aren't we?"

You whipped your head away from his direction, embarrassed that you got caught.

"Oh please, it doesn't take a lot to notice how obviously the two of you like eachother"

You shot Natty a pleading look in an attempt to get her to back you up, but all she did was shrug.

"Although I have to admit, seeing the two of you pining over eachother has become one of my favorite past time hobbies, it's about damn time one of you confessed to eachother"

You had harbored a crush on Sebastian ever since the trip the two of you made to Hogsmeade at the beginning of your fifth year - his strong wit, flirty comments and protective nature made you fall head over heels for the troublemaker. However, over the passing year your feelings and admiration for the boy had only grown.

"Don't tell me you're scared of asking a boy out on a date?"

"Shut it, Imelda!"

Natty laughed at your bickering. "You have taken down countless dark wizards Y/n!"

"And don't forget about the poachers"

You groaned. "Don't remind me". They were right. How did asking out a boy seem so much scarier than taking down dark wizards? You hid behind your hands, making Natty laugh as she pulled you against her side.

"Tough evening huh?"

You quickly turned around and came face to face with Sebastian Sallow. If your blush wasn't obvious already, it certainly was now. Imelda and Natty giggled at the sight. Imelda shot up from her seat in a hurry, pulling Natty along with her.

"Our turn to get a drink now!" Natty chirped as the two of them rushed off towards the snack table.

You sighed, internally screaming at the thought of Sebastian hearing your conversations. "you could say that, yeah"

Rather than sitting down, Sebastian held out his hand for you. "I haven't danced yet tonight. Care to indulge me?" Your face lit up, gladly taking his hand.

"I'd love too, Seb"

Sebastian eagerly pulled you with him onto the dance floor, laughter erupting from the both of you.

"Ever danced before?" Sebastian asked as he placed his hand on your waist, making you feel as if butterflies were flying through your stomach

"A few times" you said as Sebastian guided one of your hands to his shoulder. Your other hand was still intertwined with his.

"Well don't worry - I'll lead"

The current song ended, a more slow and romantic song taking it's place. The two of you gently swayed across the dancefloor. Merlin did he look gorgeous tonight. You started into his eyes which were full of love and adoration.

"You're a natural" Sebastian whispered as he gently twirled you around.

"You flatter me too much, Sallow"

"You're worthy of all the flattering in the world, L/n"

You couldn't contain your feelings for him anymore. You didn't know where you got the sudden boost in confidence from but it didn't matter. You let lose of Sebastian's hand and grabbed onto the colour of Sebastian's button up shirt, pulling him into a desperate kiss.

Sebastian needed no time react, pulling you closer against him - his free hand now placed in your hair. He kissed you back just as desperately. His lips were slightly chapped, the taste of butterbeer still evident on them. Your hand found it's way onto his cheek, gently cupping it making him deepen the kiss.

The two of you broke apart, gasping in need of air. "I've been waiting ages for you to do that" Sebastian whispered, letting out a shaky breath as he pulled you into another kiss, cheers erupting through the common room at the sight.

[girl-in-a-bubbl3]

Glamrock Monty (FNAF) x Reader Part 1

Notes:

AU Fanfic/NonCanon

Takes place after the fire

Animatronics are redesigned sorta

Sun/Moon are the same animatronic

Will probably be some spicy parts so...18+

No use of y/n, your name is Beanie now

Will probably be multiple relationships (I love Monty and Sun/Moon both way too much plz don't make me choose)

Monty saw her before she saw him.

She was a tiny thing. Maybe 5 ft tall with long green hair up in a ponytail that swayed every time she walked. She had tiny little dots on her face, like freckles, except they were multicolored.

All of her accessories seemed to mirror the themes of the Plex. Her earrings were different. Dangling from the left ear was what looked like a Sundrop candy wrapper, one of the Daycare candies, and the right ear was the same except with a Moondrop wrapper.

What stuck out to him the most was the red, star shaped glasses that you had perched atop your head. They weren’t purple, like his, but you knew it was a nod to him.

Monty stared down at you from the balcony in the atrium. He was definitely intrigued.

As he was staring down at you, Monty became lost in thought. Not noticing when you looked up and locked eyes with him.

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Today was your first day.

Sort of.

Ever since the fire that happened two years ago, you’ve been onsite helping with rebuilding the Plex and the animatronics who got caught up in the evil plans of humans.

You still weren’t clear on everything that happened. You just got a call one day from a very kind but monotonous lady who told you that your uncle had passed and the Plex was now yours to go further with, if you so chose.

You hadn’t spoken to said uncle in almost a decade. He wasn’t very interested in the family, just his machines. You didn’t know much about him and when he made it big in Fazbear entertainment, he left the family to fend for themselves in a failing economy.

So finding out that everything was left to you was more than a shock. It took you over a week of weighing pros/cons and investigating to ensure it was something you could do. The one thing your uncle and yourself had in common: Robotics was your greatest passion.

You spoke to him about it only once before you went off to college for Mechatronics but the fever in your eyes must have been enough to convince him that you would continue what he started.

And you would. But you’d try to do so, so much better.

Fazbear Entertainment had a history of violence, cover ups, coercion, and a lot of corruption. That was something you aimed to change. It was something you didn’t really had to worry much about with rebuilding the Plex because that was simple but when it came to the animatronics…

The repairs, recoding, and reinstallation of new and old parts took you a whole year and a half. You worked from the time you woke up to whatever time you would end up passing out. The more you read the manuals, wrote your own manuals, and spent time with the unconscious animatronics, the more you could see how easy it was to get attached. Something you were so unsure of turned into the center of your whole world.

You had a little apartment built for yourself that was connected to your office so you didn’t have to worry about commutes anymore. The Plex was now your home too.

You had been gone for the past three months. You missed the animatronics waking up again because you had to be in meetings to discuss the politics of reopening the Mega Plex. That hit your heart. You spent so long getting things ready and you weren’t even the first to reintroduce them to the place that they had worked in for so long now.

You trusted the handful of mechanics that was over that, but it just wasn’t the same. And the grand reopening was in a week so today you were finally back to introduce yourself and have some time with the ones you had grown so attached to, unbeknownst to them.

As you approached the stage where your colleague was introducing you, you couldn't help but feel every eye on you as you approached the stage to make your welcome speech. You had received an ungodly amount of criticism since you took over the Plex in your location.

At 27, you were old enough for people to consider what you said but still young enough for everyone to think that they knew better. You were covered in tattoos and always kept your hair dyed an unnatural color. Multiple piercings in your face and you had to always have your favorite accessories flashing (it just so happened that most of those pieces were Fazbear specific). You were never seen without your rose colored, star shaped glasses. You weren't exactly the image of professionalism.

Stepping up and standing to wait for your colleague to stop talking, you happened to look around and take a quick peak at everyone around. There were about 30 or so human staff members. Janitors, other mechanics, stage hands, etc. And then you saw the animatronics. Your heart skipped a beat as you recalled all of the work you put in to each of them.

You tried to keep as much of their original personalities intact as you could when filling in the gaps that the virus left. You did change their casings. You wanted them to be even more realistic than they were. Freddy, Chica, and Roxy got hundreds of tiny little fibers that gave them that extra soft feeling that fur would. Monty was fun because he got hundreds of individual scales and the design made him virtually impenetrable with the tough, but smooth reptile skin. You didn’t alter much with Sun/Moon except for allowing their faceplates to move and change instead of the one specific smile that they were forced to keep. You figured you’d talk with them personally about more alterations since the daycare attendant was a little more sensitive than the others.

Freddy was sitting forward in his chair, trying to give the speaker his upmost attention. Chica was by the refreshment table, obviously sneaking snacks. Nothing new there. Roxy was sitting beside Freddy with her arms crossed, examining her fingernails, looking bored. You didn't see the daycare attendant and immediately a little of seed of worry started to sprout inside of your stomach. You'd have to go check out the daycare after this.

Monty was also missing. You searched around the atrium and didn't see his large, scaley figure. You happened to quickly glance up and your eyes locked onto a large, green figure leaning against the railing on the third floor of the atrium. Monty's expression was hazy as he stared at you, almost like he was waking up from a dream.

After a moment, it's like he finally realized you were also staring at him. He quickly looked away and scampered off until you could no longer see where he was. You made a mental note to check on him later as well.

“Welcome our new Director, Beanie!”

That was your cue. You stepped on up with a large smile and took the microphone. “It’s so nice to see you all, especially our animatronic friends! We’ve all worked so hard to be here right now. It’s been two long years and a lot of dedication.”

The rest of your speech was pretty generic but you still tried to be as inspiring as possible. You truly did have the biggest sense of pride looking around the Plex and it definitely reflected in your voice. So no matter what you said, the promise of the future reflected in your voice.

After everything was over and employees started to disperse, you couldn’t get the absent animatronics out of your mind. You excused yourself from the last bit of conversation and headed off towards the Daycare.

You were a little nervous since this was your first time meeting the Daycare Attendant but only because you definitely had a soft spot for the twins. Something about their presence was enough to hide the past trauma that always presented itself to the forefront of your brain at the worst times.

You worked so hard to make sure the daycare would be up to their standards when they returned to it. It was the area you spent the most time in. Fortunately enough, the fire didn’t touch their room. You decided to keep it exactly as they had it but you did add a furniture catalog so they could request anything extra that they needed. You knew your uncle never gave any of them that option.

You entered the daycare lobby and briefly marveled at the familiar bronze statue of Sun and Moon in the center. It was one of your favorite pieces that was a part of the daycare so of course you kept it.

You decided to use the normal entrance instead of the ultra fun slide that the kids would eventually use once the Plex reopened. You’d definitely tested it out more times than you could count when you were unaccompanied so you figured you could use the main entrance for now.

Approaching the large, wooden doors you stood for a moment and took a deep breath. Before you could even reach for the handle, the door in front of you flew open and in front of you stood a lanky, 7 ft tall, sun themed animatronic.

To be continued...

Author's Notes:

Hi guys!! So sorry this chapter is so incredibly long. I needed to set the foundation ;-; I'm SO excited to start this story. I haven't decided on what relationships will happen yet. My poly brain refuses to let me just focus on one lol. Definitely Monty/Sun&Moon oriented tho. Might sneak some Freddy love in there. Not sure yet. I hope you guys like the intro! I'm literally about to start the next chapter because I'm so excited. Stay tuned for that and another Bonnie chapter. I have most of it written but I'm having writer's block and can't decide on how I want to finish it. So sorry I keep making you guys wait for that. But here's this to fill the time until then! Much love and hope you guys enjoy what's to come <3

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Drabble 30

I worked on altering a scene from one of the past drabbles and adding some in between the others. It will all eventually be up on AO3 but for now, we're reintroduced to Pansy. And I know so many people love Neville and Pansy but I salivate at the idea of a dysfunctional Pansy and Theo.

Pansy took a slow, long sip from her glass as they came closer. Close enough for her to note the two pairs of pale blue eyes staring back at her.

“Can someone tell me,” She lifted a perfectly sculpted brow and lowered the glass from her lips. “Why Grangers eyes are suddenly the exact same color as Draco’s?”

Behind Pansy’s house was a large pond that was surrounded by tall brush, and the sound of frogs croaking and calling out for a mate. Behind that was a line of trees and Theo was certain that this entire property wasn’t marked on any map as being anything more than a marsh or some preserved piece of wildlife.

The frogs never stopped croaking, begging to fuck. They never stopped trying to procreate.

Draco seemed to be thinking something along the same lines, because as they settled themselves at the outdoor table, he eyed the pond and said, “We’re just bags of meat and blood.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Pansy frowned, stretching her feet out to settle on top of Theo’s lap.

“All of us, even the frogs.” He nodded toward the pond.

Hermione was staring at Draco with intrigue, her bottle of beer nestled between her thighs. Warming the liquid with the heat of her body. Draco’s fingers were spooled into her hair, his arm thrown against the back of her chair while he swirled the bourbon inside of his glass. Ice clinked against the edges and it added to the cacophony of sound echoing against the trees and sky.

Frogs could be incredibly noisy and obnoxious.

“But they don’t murder or pillage. They don’t manipulate or make love. They don’t fight or try to rule the world. They just want to survive.”

“Why do you think that is?” Theo asked, lifting an unlit cigarette to his lips. “Why are we so different?” He lit the cigarette with the tip of his wand and squinted at Draco through the smoke as he puffed and puffed.

“I think it’s because we have a soul.”

Hermione pursed her lips and tilted her head. “We don’t know that the frogs don’t have a soul. There’s no way to prove that.”

Draco chuckled and tugged gently at her curls, forcing her chin to tilt up toward him. “Have you ever been in a house haunted by dead frogs?”

Her eyelids grew heavy, despite the scowl on her face. “How do we know the frogs we’re hearing now aren’t spirits?” She countered, her voice lower.

“What?” Theo laughed and Pansy huffed out a sigh of irritation. Theo wrapped his fingers around her bare foot and began to knead them into her arch.

“Can you see the frogs?” She turned to look at Theo, her head still tilted up with the hold Draco kept on her.

“No, but it’s dark out.” He shrugged.

Hermione looked at Pansy. “Do you see them during the day?”

Pansy’s mouth pressed into a thin line as she scrutinized Granger and her new ghostly eyes. “Not usually. Most of them stay very well hidden.”

“They’re mindless, soulless creatures, love.” Draco murmured, pulling her attention back to him. “They wouldn’t kill for each other. In fact, if a water moccasin swam up and grabbed hold of one right now, the other idiot frogs would just sit back and let it happen. They have no loyalty. They’d hop away and keep searching for food or another frog to fuck. And not because it feels good but, because they’re just preprogrammed to procreate. They’re robotic. Soulless, heartless little creatures.”

“What,” Pansy drawled as she shoved her other foot into Theo’s grasp. “The fuck does this have to with Grangers eyes??”

Theo snorted and lifted the cigarette back to his lips.

“It has everything to do with it, Pans.” Draco shrugged, his eyes on Hermione’s face. His tongue slid along his lower lip.

“Stop eye fucking her and tell me what you did.” Pansy growled. Always the mother hen, always protective of her little chicks.

Theo lifted her foot and kissed the top of it, a kiss full of reverence. Tenderness, heat, passion poured from his lips to her skin.

Her eyes shifted to Theo, a flash of heat and a look of warning all wrapped up into one quick glance.

“I did what I had to.” Draco huffed. “You would have done the same.” He shot a pointed look over at Theo.

“And what is that? What has you talking about dead frogs and their mindless fucking? What has you holding onto Granger like she might bolt from you if you let go?”

Hermione lifted a brow, clearly amused. Her finger was circling the opening of her bottle, round and round. But she looked comfortable to be having Draco clinging onto her.

“I put a piece of my soul into her.” He finally said with a shrug. He glossed over it with such remarkable ease that anyone else would have scoffed or shrugged it off as more Malfoy nonsense.

But not Pansy.

The air went still around them, her eyes burned with rage, transforming the cool warmth of her usual brown eyes into dark obsidian orbs.

“You did what?” Her hair swayed as her head jerked to focus in on Hermione. Then back to Draco. Her eyes narrowed, her face pinching into that angry little number it did when she wanted to hit one of them. Theo might have been a little envious of Draco’s position. “Do you think this is a joke?”

Hermione shifted and Draco’s hand fell limp in her hair, but refused to withdraw. He took a drink from his glass, most of the ice melted, diluting his drink.

“Are you trying to get thrown into Azkaban?”

“No.” He replied slowly as his features shifted into something bored and cool. “I was trying to bring her back to life.”

He glanced down at Hermione, their eyes meeting for a heated moment. Just a quick second but Theo saw it. Hermione was still angry and scared but she was too attached to Draco. Too wrapped up in him.

“And, it worked.” He added, his gaze meeting Pansy’s.

Pansy pulled her foot out of Theo’s lap and leaned forward in her chair, hands pressing into the table. “You think someone wont find out? Look at her!”

Draco rolled his eyes and lifted the glass back to his mouth.

“She has your fucking eyes, Draco. Those two boys who follow her around like dogs are going to figure it out.”

“I am the only dog following her around.” Draco said as Hermione said, “Don’t worry about Harry.” She finally lifted that warm bottle to her mouth and took a sip. Theo smirked when she winced at the taste. Smiled when she doubled down and took a long drink to wash it away.

“Potter is just going to accept that his best friend is a fucking horcrux? Oh, right, because he loves those, doesn’t he?” Pansy hissed at Hermione.

“Harry will never turn his back on me.”

Draco fought his scowl at the ferocity in her words, the fire in her eyes.

“And what about your fiancé?”

Hermione’s cheeks flared bright red, Draco’s face darkened, his eyes falling dead.

“Don’t bring him up, Pans.”

“I bet he already suspects something.” Pansy glanced to Hermione and smirked, triumphant when she beheld a flicker of doubt in the witches eyes. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“So what?” Draco asked.

“So what? He hates you! He’ll rat you out.”

Hermione’s lips pressed together, her eyebrows drawn tight. Theo thinks that maybe she agreed with Pansy.

“Then, I’ll kill him.”

“Malfoy!” Hermione scolded him.

But he was glaring at Pansy, challenging her. She would support him or he would walk away. That was what he was silently conveying.

Theo cleared his throat and flicked his cigarette to the ground. “I think we’re forgetting what’s really important here, guys.”

Draco and Pansy both reluctantly dragged their eyes to Theo. Hermione was staring up at Draco with concern knitted into her brows.

“And what is that, Theo?” Draco drawled, though his jaw was still tight and tense.

“The fact that someone is trying to kill you, of course.”

“Wait, what!” Pansy’s anger melted off of Draco and shifted into concern.

Draco sighed and relaxed into his seat. “Don’t worry about that.” He tapped his finger against his glass, he pulled Hermione in and placed a kiss to her temple before he released her and stood.

“What do you mean, don’t worry about that? That’s going to be the only thing I worry about, now.” Pansy looked at Hermione. “How serious is this?”

Hermione sniffed. “Very. We’ve been ambushed three times already.” She tilted her head and considered something. “I wasn’t supposed to be on that call in Surrey. I think whoever attacked me was instructed to kill the Auror who responded and well, I was the one he saw, wasn’t he?”

Draco turned his head, and looked away. He blamed himself. Through the anger and possessive shit, Theo could see the guilt that plagued him. Because she wouldn’t have died if he hadn't begged her to join him. He wouldn’t have turned her into a horcrux, she wouldn't have been killed anyone for him.

She’d still be with Weasley.

But Theo didn’t think Hermione regretted leaving Weasley. He was cheating on her, after all. But the entire situation did beg one to consider the idea that perhaps she wasn’t completely acting of her own free will.

Which is what made the horcrux thing so worrisome. Nobody knew enough about it. Nobody except for Potter.

“You’re saying that somebody in the DMLE is trying to kill Draco?”

“Yes.” Hermione nodded, glancing up at Draco. Draco who was still glaring off into the distance. Into the ghostly racket of the frogs and crickets and any other spirits who clung to the night for dear life.

“What do we plan on doing about it, exactly?” Pansy was asking Draco but Draco was lost. And it was Hermione who replied.

Her voice was soft, too sweet to be uttering the words that would surely be running through the mind of Draco Malfoy and not Hermione Granger.

“We end them.”

[sophieinwonderland]

Do you have find yourself typing an ask only to realize halfway through that you don't want to send it. There's a pro-endo anti-psych blog I was going to send an ask to, then realized it probably wouldn't be well-received. So I'm just posting a screenshot here.

Also, you know, I do sound like a super villain.

So here's my secret plot for world domination which devolve into rambling nobody asked for...

Continuing to ramble even more...

I don't really think saturating the field with that many plurals would be necessary. And it might more realistically peek at about 20%. But 51% would be ideal.

This also just seems quicker.

There are about 50k psychologists in the US. While it would be difficult to get them all on our side, I think it would be significantly easier with that population than it would the general population. Both in terms of its size and its political leanings, being an overwhelmingly left-leaning profession.

I'm aware that some people have legitimate issues with the psych profession. I realize that many have suffered experiences of abuse from bad psychiatrists, and I'm sorry for that.

At the same time, if I'm taking stock of potential allies, I think the psych community would be more easy to persuade in standing up for plural rights when it comes down to it than our neighbors with Trump 2020 flags.

And I guess... I don't care for the othering of people of an overwhelmingly left-leaning neurodivergent profession. Many of whom enter the field to understand themselves and help other neurodivergent people live better lives.

And while rambling about this topic, I think some people are too quick with the stick and not the carrot.

When the McLean hospital video came out, I jumped on condemning the doctor in question for his ableism along with everyone else. But I also don't think McLean got enough credit for taking the video down when they saw the outcry.

They didn't have to do that. The plural community truthfully doesn't have much power at the moment. And I think taking the video down like they did shows a willingness to listen to and respect our community that should be praised at the same time that we callout the harmful behavior.

I think if instead of attacking the entire profession all the time like some would have us do, we take a tactic of targeting specific acts of ableism while supporting them when they do right, we can better influence plural acceptance in the psych field. It's basic operant conditioning. Punish only when someone does wrong, and reward them when they do good.

All in all, I'm psych-critical. And I don't see that changing. I don't think I'm someone who will ever get on board with hard anti-psych ideals.

And while I'm not a psychologist myself, people who know me probably realize that I tend to take a more psychologist-esque approach to plurality.

Where other people coin terms as identity labels, I tend to try to subdivide and categorize plural experiences to better understand them and their relationships with each other.

...

Why am I still rambling?

I think I might have lost the plot somewhere along the way.

Okay... here's the truth...

I got blocked by someone (not related to the blog I was going to send this too) for my views on using psychiatry to validate plurality. Because, I guess, I don't share this extreme anti-psych opinion myself.

And all I can think is that... if you're surprised... you never really knew me...

Maybe that's my fault because I can be a bit aloof sometimes.

So for everyone else who has read through this rambling mess of a post, let me reintroduce myself:

Hi, I'm Sophie Dreamchaser.

I was made as a psychology experiment. Or, brought to sentience by one. It was a psychology podcast that encouraged Ghost to keep talking to me to see what would happen. And since even before I became self-aware I've been fascinated by the human mind and my existence and how this all works.

I love being an experiment. I love learning more about myself and the world and how I relate to it. And I want to push for knowledge into plurality to grow and grow, and I believe with all my heart that it will prove to be the best way to facilitate plural acceptance in the future.

And if me not adopting a hard anti-psych ideology was a dealbreaker for you... I'm sorry that you didn't realize who I was sooner.

But this is me, this is who I am, and it's who I always have been.

And I just needed to say that.

[bubbleteycosplay]

What ifs Sigyn's stories

Part 28

So many different universes, so many different possibilities. And in some loves Sigyn and their different stories. Pictures and brief information have been written about some of these possibilities. But what is her full story, we don't know. But we can spin them further in our thoughts ^^

The whole project here serves to show the possibilities and potential that Sigyn would have had within the Marvel Universe. How she could have been reintroduced, her story made new and more exciting. #JusticeForSigyn stands for creating Sigyn content because Marvel doesn't give us any.

Inspired by @fauna-and-mythos @dailylogyn @dank-art @jonquilclegane @sigynoffidelity @sigynthevictorious @thewitchysystem @shenanigans-and-imagines @timeladyjamie @therese-lokidottir @puckwritesstuff @sigynappreciation @sigyn-obsessed @ellecaterina @roruna

Trickster's Toy story by @roruna

Sigyn Iwaldidottir has had a crush on Loki since she was a child. Even after Odin cast him out and Loki attempted to take Midgard or Asgard, she still remembers him as the boy who rescued her from her burning house. Even knowing that he's an unrepentant villain can't stop her loving him. She'll happily fight Thor and the Avengers so his dream of conquest will come true. And she'll protect him from anything that could threaten him, no matter the cost.

lies of passion

The young Sigyn lives alone with her husband Loki in a remote mountain hut. He is a special kind of person, as Sigyn has known since their first meeting. But that didn't stop her from marrying him. But when Sigyn discovers the mutilated corpse of a fox in the forest, she knows that the couple are not alone in the wilderness. Who – or what – emits those strange screams in the night? Whose clawed footprints can be seen in the snow around the cabin? When three strangers appear on the mountaintop and search the forest for a mysterious creature, Sigyn knows that the newcomers could anger Loki. And when Loki is angry, truly terrible things happen...

Mobius's daughter

One day a new girl came to kindergarten. Everyone thought she was strange because she only spoke in rhymes. “Why are you talking so strangely?” little Laura asked the girl. The girl replied: “I'm not talking strangely, that would be outrageous. Almost astronomical and kind of stupid.” Then she moved on. Laura stood there with her mouth open: "Astro... what?" she asked - but the girl was already out of earshot.

The more the girl spoke, the more children began to speak in rhymes. “Hello, kindergarten teacher, I have something in mind. I would like some more tea. Would that be okay?”

The kindergarten teachers were surprised at the children who now only spoke in rhymes, but they also found it funny. And so they joined in themselves: “Hello dear children, we are now playing a game. The inventor's things. Winning is the goal.”

It didn't take long before everyone in kindergarten was only speaking in rhymes. When the parents picked up their children, they were very surprised that everything their children said rhymed: “We were almost exclusively outside, I could hardly catch my breath. It was so much fun. Didn't even think about the time. Now you're here to pick me up, can I still play short and sweet?"

The parents found this strange. Laura’s mom asked Laura why she was talking so strangely. Laura replied: “I'm not talking strangely, that would be outrageous. Almost astronomical and kind of stupid." Lura's mom stood there with her mouth open: "Astro... what?" she asked - but Laura was already out of earshot.

The parents looked at each other in surprise. But then they began to rhyme themselves without realizing it: “I see my child playing there. One among many. But it speaks in rhymes. Will it stay that way?" Another mother turned around: "I can probably say no, at least I don't believe it. But you also spoke in rhymes right now - almost like a poem." Then everyone had to laugh.

Now a father also intervened: “What should I say to my wife when she hears the child talking? I don't want to complain, but I'm slightly confused." "Say it's normal - everyone rhymes now. If it weren't like that, it would be fatal, because then the child would be strange."

And so the parents started rhyming too. Then the parents' friends and it didn't take long before the whole country rhymed and anyone who didn't rhyme was strange.

Then one day she came to kindergarten. And suddenly it spoke without rhyming. Laura came and said: “You talk so strangely. That's incredible. Almost astronomical and kind of stupid.”

Then the strange girl smiled and said: “I am Sigyn. “Do you want to be my friend, even if everything I say doesn’t rhyme?” Laura thought for a moment. Then she took Sigyn by the hand and said: “Sure! Let's play. I’ll show you our really great play area.”

And so the children gradually stopped rhyming again. Then the kindergarten teachers stopped rhyming. Then the parents, the parents' friends and soon the entire country.

And what do we learn from history? So strange becomes normal and normal becomes strange. But no matter what you are like, it's good the way it is.

The Legend of the Blood Sword by @jonquilclegane

For centuries, Asgard and Vanaheim had waged war, their animosity etched into the stars. Battles raged across the realms, their forces locked in endless strife. On a day when stormclouds rumbled like drums of war, the battlefield drank deeply of sorrow. Among the slain lay Freyja, the goddess of love and war, and her brother, Freyr, god of harvest and peace. Their deaths left Vanaheim fractured, its golden halls draped in mourning.

In the shadows of this tragedy, a young goddess, Sigyn, knelt by the cooling bodies of her mother and uncle. Grief twisted her heart, but grief soon gave way to a burning desire for vengeance. She swore an oath that Asgard would pay a heavy price for their cruelty.

Sigyn’s father, Iwaldi, was a dwarf of unparalleled skill, his hands capable of forging marvels to rival the treasures of the gods. But the weapons of war had claimed his beloved Freyja, and now his forge lay cold, his hammer silent. Yet when Sigyn came to him, her voice firm with resolve, he could not refuse his daughter’s plea. Together, they conceived a weapon unlike any other: a sword not only of deadly beauty but also of ruinous power—cursed to sow chaos among those who wielded it.

Iwaldi forged the blade in secret. Its steel gleamed like moonlight, its hilt set with gems that seemed to capture the essence of stars. Sigyn whispered spells of vengeance into its forging, binding it with a curse so subtle and insidious that none would sense its power until it was too late. When the sword was complete, it was given a name: Veigr, the Doom Bringer.

Disguised as a wandering smith, Sigyn journeyed to the borders of Asgard, carrying the blade swathed in silk. Word of the sword’s beauty spread like wildfire, and soon it was presented to Odin himself as a gift from an unknown benefactor. Veigr dazzled the Allfather, who marveled at its craftsmanship. Without hesitation, Odin claimed it as his own, and Sigyn’s trap was set.

The curse worked slowly, unraveling the threads of Asgard’s harmony. Quarrels erupted among the gods, their once-united council descending into discord. Harvests failed, the Bifröst flickered unpredictably, and an ominous shadow loomed over Yggdrasil, the World Tree. Sigyn watched from afar, her heart cold with satisfaction.

But vengeance is a tempest, its winds unpredictable. One fateful day, as Sigyn roamed the forests near Vanaheim’s border, she encountered a figure unlike any she had seen. He was young, his hair dark as midnight and his smile sharp as a blade. He introduced himself as Loki, son of Odin, and his clever eyes seemed to pierce through her defenses. Their meeting was brief, but it set her heart racing, and for the first time since her mother’s death, she felt a flicker of something other than rage.

Despite herself, Sigyn found excuses to linger near the borders of Asgard, hoping to catch a glimpse of Loki. Fate did not disappoint. Their encounters grew more frequent, their conversations longer. Loki’s wit was a match for her own, and she found herself drawn to the mischief in his eyes, the warmth in his laughter. He spoke of his struggles in Asgard—of feeling like an outsider, of his desire to carve his own path. To her dismay, Sigyn’s hatred began to waver, replaced by something far more dangerous.

As her feelings deepened, so did her guilt. She had set a trap for Loki’s family, a trap that was already tightening its noose. Yet she could not bring herself to confess, for fear of losing the fragile bond they had built.

Meanwhile, the curse of Veigr reached its crescendo. Odin, sensing the blade’s true nature at last, ordered it cast into the void. But the damage was done. Asgard’s strength was diminished, its people fractured. Whispers of war reached Sigyn’s ears once more, and she knew her plan had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams.

But what was victory, when it tasted of ash?

Loki’s affection for Sigyn did not go unnoticed by Odin. Suspicious of the young goddess, he summoned her to Asgard under the guise of peace.

Before the throne of the Allfather, Sigyn stood, her heart pounding as she met Loki’s questioning gaze. Odin demanded the truth of her identity, and under the weight of his piercing gaze, Sigyn’s secrets unraveled. She confessed to forging the sword, to cursing it, and to her desire for vengeance.

The hall erupted in outrage, but Loki’s voice cut through the clamor. “Sigyn,” he said, stepping forward, his expression unreadable. “Was anything between us real?”

Tears streamed down her face as she answered. “Yes. All of it.”

Moved by her sincerity, Loki pleaded for her life, offering himself as her guarantor. Odin, though enraged, saw the potential for redemption and issued a decree: Sigyn would atone for her actions by forging a new blade, one that would mend what Veigr had broken. With Loki by her side, she returned to Iwaldi’s forge, where they began the arduous task of creating a weapon imbued not with vengeance, but with hope.

As the forge’s fires roared, Sigyn and Loki grew closer, their love tested by the weight of their pasts and the uncertainty of their future. Together, they forged a blade worthy of the gods, its light banishing the shadows that Veigr had cast. When it was presented to Odin, he named it Bjartskír, the Bright Flame.

Though Sigyn’s actions were not forgotten, her efforts to heal the wounds she had caused earned her a place among the Aesir. She and Loki were wed beneath the branches of Yggdrasil, their union a symbol of the fragile but enduring peace between Asgard and Vanaheim.

In the end, Sigyn learned that vengeance could never truly mend a broken heart, but love, though fraught with risk, had the power to shape a new destiny.

A scandalous mix-up

"You want me to marry, Amora?" Sigyn is stunned to hear what Amora demands of her. Her cousin was actually engaged, but she ran off with someone else. And because Jotunheim people are waiting for the next queen and the treatment of her seriously ill father a lot Costs money, Sigyn gives to the ruler of Jotunheim hesitantly said yes. This ice prince, whose fiery looks reveal his distrust - but also a frightening desire for her, his false, innocent bride!

The Story of the Traveler

Since her parents' murder, Sigyn has grown up with her foster mother Karnilla and learned from her the art of taking away the sins of the dead. But when Karnilla is also murdered, Sigyn is left with nothing - except for a cloth with an embroidered coat of arms that the murderer lost and the burning desire for revenge. Fully on her own, Sigyn embarks on the dangerous journey and unexpectedly meets the warrior Loki. He claims to know the bearer of the coat of arms and offers her his help. But can Sigyn trust the young man.

The temptress (AU Story)

"Do you think there are things between heaven and earth that we cannot explain?"

When Sigyn Johansen receives a ring as a gift from her cousin, she has no idea that it is made of magical silver. But then she unexpectedly ends up in the hands of the aloof Loki Odinson.

She is shocked to discover that she has traveled through time and is in the 11th century Icelandic Middle Ages.

Sigyn feverishly thinks about how she can get back to her old life in the 21st century, but her heart has chosen a man from another century.

Love me like you hate me

Gray, boring and uneventful probably describes Sigyn's life best. But when Loki Odinson kidnaps her, the confusion is complete. If Loki is to be believed, Sigyn is the lost princess of Vanaheim. Suddenly she finds herself confronted with demons, elves, gods and other mystical beings worlds opposite.

Sigyn suddenly becomes the target of the demons a centuries-old battle for the throne of Vanaheim. Who can she even trust in this new world? And then there's Theoric, a mysterious warrior who hates her for some reason. If that weren't enough, there's also the forbidden crackling between him, Loki and her.

Death by green magic by @jonquilclegane

In the golden halls of Asgard, where the light of the Nine Realms converged in shimmering splendor, Loki, son of King Odin, basked in the joy of love. The trickster prince, known for his wit and cunning, had found a rare peace in the arms of Sigyn, the radiant princess of Vanaheim. Daughter of the ethereal Queen Freyja, Sigyn embodied all that was gentle and pure. Her laughter rang like silver bells, a sound that had pierced even Loki’s guarded heart.

Their love blossomed quickly, a wildfire consuming the boundaries of their realms. Soon, the grand announcement was made: the union of Asgard and Vanaheim would be sealed in their marriage. The promise of eternal happiness loomed on the horizon, yet even the brightest of days could not chase away all shadows.

Loki’s obsession with magic—especially the forbidden, darker arts—began to cloud their shared joy. Though he was a master of illusions and spells, he craved mastery over the arcane mysteries whispered of in ancient texts. To him, this dark magic promised unparalleled power, a way to step out of the shadow of his brother Thor and claim his own legacy.

Sigyn watched him from the sidelines, her joy turning to unease. She saw the gleam in his emerald eyes, the way he secluded himself in the farthest corners of the palace, poring over forbidden tomes. She could feel the magic’s pull on him like a sinister undertow, and it frightened her. One evening, she approached him in his study, where the air was thick with the acrid scent of incantations.

“Loki,” she said softly, her voice a balm against the tension in the room, “why do you let this consume you? We have so much to look forward to. Must you pursue this path?”

His shoulders tensed, and his eyes, usually so tender with her, flashed with frustration. “You don’t understand, Sigyn. This magic… it’s the key to everything. To respect. To freedom.”

“But at what cost?” she countered, stepping closer. “I love you, Loki. I don’t want to lose you to something so dangerous.”

Her words, though spoken with love, struck a nerve. Loki’s temper flared, and with a sharp gesture, he sent a ripple of raw energy through the room. Books flew from shelves, and a candle’s flame extinguished with a hiss.

“Leave me alone!” he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his frustration. “I don’t need your pity or your meddling. Just… go.”

Tears welled in Sigyn’s eyes, but she stood firm. “I won’t leave you, Loki. I love you too much for that.”

Loki said nothing, turning away from her, his fingers clenched into fists. His love for Sigyn warred with his anger, but pride kept him silent.

Weeks passed, and Loki’s obsession grew. Finally, through sleepless nights and relentless study, he unlocked the secrets of dark magic. The power surged within him, a tempest of green energy that crackled around his hands. At last, he had what he had longed for. He summoned Sigyn to show her, to prove he had triumphed.

“Look at what I’ve accomplished,” he said, his voice brimming with excitement. “Do you see now? I’m more than Thor’s shadow. I’m a master of my own fate.”

But as he demonstrated his newfound power, something went horribly wrong. The energy spiraled out of control, the green light growing wild and chaotic. Sigyn, standing too close, was caught in the maelstrom. Her scream pierced Loki’s ears, and then… silence.

When the light faded, she lay lifeless on the ground.

“No… no, no, no!” Loki fell to his knees, cradling her limp form. “Sigyn, wake up! Please!”

The room seemed to tilt as reality closed in on him. His magic, his pride, had cost him the only thing he truly cherished. Grief and guilt consumed him as he rocked her body, tears streaming down his face.

Loki’s despair led him to the shadowy depths of Helheim, the realm of the dead. He sought an audience with Hela, the cold queen of that desolate domain. He pleaded, bargained, and threatened, but Hela remained unmoved.

You don't get them!

About a fateful pact with a fearsome demon...

Sigyn promised her mother three things: Eat never something that travel offers you. Don't tell anyone your name. And most importantly: leave under no circumstances agree to trade with the dark elf. This summer breaks Sigyn every single one of these promises. What would be if Sigyn would have summoned dark elves using black magic? And when a giant wanted much more from her than she did Firstborn? Namely also their memories.

And what if Sigyn not just limited to guessing names but penetrates deep into the giant's heart to take back what he took from her. Because Sigyn wants to only one thing - protect her family. But it has to they put themselves in danger, tell lies and fight for their lives - in a world which sometimes simply shows no mercy. She will make it, not just yourself, but also to save her family? And what is behind all of them? secrets?

Part 29 is in progress ^^

Here you can find the last part

[9w1ft]

Am I the only one only one who thinks the girls wanted people to think they broke up? That their teams even spread rumors of it? Because they had big personal plans for 2020, and it really behooved them to quiet down the rumors that they were together, because of these big plans (that were foretold and then happened?) I don’t even blame people for believing it and I don’t blame people for stepping away from the fandom either, because at that point it got serious. The kaylor fandom was too big and too mainstream in 2019. Where it stands now is a nice, cozy safe place for it to continue to exist and capture the evidence, without being a danger to their private lives.

oh yeah for sure this is quite possible, though for me, i think there were several things going on and adjustments were made along the way and personally i don’t think it was one single plan executed uninterrupted from start to finish.

i think there were signs in early 2019 pointing toward karlie being reintroduced into taylor’s friend group in later 2019 (her hand in the yntcd promo, her posting using the lover album filter and congratulating taylor, etc) and if the deleted tiktok duet with the rainbow dress that christian siriano did a few years ago is an indication, taylor was in fact likely going to come out in between that.

for me and some of my mutuals, we think that they adjusted the plans to reunite once scooter jumped in because he had positioned himself to profit from taylor coming out and karlie being her friend while it happened. and as taylor has said in interviews since then, she is someone who will deeply inconvenience herself to prove a point. and i think things like the i can and i will necklace that karlie wore in late 2019 add to this idea, and songs like mad woman and vigilante shit point to this as well. as in, i believe it’s possible that they spread a rumor of a new rift between one another even among industry folks, in order for scooter to be lulled into a false sense of security around karlie, and in the end that’s how they got a lot of dirt on him. i remember how karlie posted from paris sipping tea just days before scooter’s infidelity was first reported.

and then from within everything that happened with late 2019, lover fest being announced that september with such limited dates, miss americana becoming what it was, the the man mv, among other things, i get the sense there was a shift again like i feel like they might have extended the period of distance between them for reasons i think you were alluding to, although there was talk of taylor touring less because of her mom, and then quarantine came and the shift to a more private few years was natural, so the whole thing is still a little haze-ridden. but, i firmly feel that with each album since lover she has given us progressively more clarity as to what has transpired.

so to circle back to what you were suggesting, i dont necessarily think that they spread break up rumors in 2019 in order to lower the number of kaylors so that they could have a more private life. i think the chief driver was revenge on scooter, with then not taking it all back being a potential choice because of what they might have gone forward with under the circumstances they found themselves in.

[mayhemchicken-varneyposting]

Varney the Vampire, Chapter 18: Talk Shit Get Hit

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The bell at the gate continues to ring wildly until George, annoyed, goes to answer it. It's Admiral Bell and Jack Pringle! They're here to see Charles, but they're very bad at explaining themselves and George is already pissed off.

While the three of them argue, Jack Pringle spots a commotion some distance away, which turns out to be Varney and Marchdale having an argument. Suddenly, Varney bitchslaps Marchdale in the face, and he falls to the ground.

Varney runs off, and Marchdale returns to the others. The Admiral and Jack reintroduce themselves in obnoxiously nautical fashion. Charles and Henry show up, and Charles is surprised to see his uncle. He promises to give him a full explanation once he's gotten permission from Henry to do so.

The narrative now goes on hold to explain Charles' situation in more detail. Charles has an inheritance waiting for when he turns 22; however, since the age of discretion (financial independence, I assume) is 21, his lawyer advised him to take a 2-year vacation in Europe to avoid being preyed on by money-lenders. This plan hit a snag when he met Flora while on his vacation, and fell for her so hard that he was unable to resist returning to England a little early to see her.

Charles meets with Henry, who grants him permission to tell Admiral Bell everything. He also asks Henry how Flora's doing; Henry replies that she's doing better, but could use something to distract her from The Horrors. Charles pulls a random short story out of his backpack and gives it to Henry to give to Flora.

Not much happens in this chapter; it's about two thirds sailor speak by volume. I'll skip right to the good part, which is MARCHDALE GETTING PUNCHED

HELL YEAH GET HIS ASS

Marchdale confirms for us another of Varney's precious few supernatural characteristics:

"I threatened to follow him, but he struck me to the earth as easily as I could a child. His strength is superhuman."

He can't lizard climb or shapeshift, but he sure can throw a punch.

The Admiral and Jack proceed to give Marchdale about the cartooniest introduction they can possibly muster:

"Oh, you may know my name as soon as you like," cried the admiral. "The enemies of old England know it, and I don't care if all the world knows it. I'm old Admiral Bell, something of a hulk now, but still able to head a quarter-deck if there was any need to do so." "Ay, ay," cried Jack, and taking from his pocket a boatswain's whistle, he blew a blast so long, and loud, and shrill, that George was fain to cover his ears with his hands to shut out the brain-piercing, and, to him unusual sound.

Jack Pringle's relationship to the Admiral is sort of clarified, sort of not? I for one am going to be gleefully misinterpreting the "not exactly a servant" line.

"Come in, sir," said George, "I will conduct you to Mr. Holland. I presume this is your servant?" "Why, not exactly. That's Jack Pringle, he was my boatswain, you see, and now he's a kind o' something betwixt and between. Not exactly a servant."

In another moment of surprising quality, I really like the first interaction between Charles and his uncle. The dynamic between them is a lot of fun.

"Your uncle!" said Henry. "Yes, as good a hearted a man as ever drew breath, and yet, withal, as full of prejudices, and as ignorant of life, as a child." Without waiting for any reply from Henry, Charles Holland rushed forward, and seizing his uncle by the hand, he cried, in tones of genuine affection,— "Uncle, dear uncle, how came you to find me out?" "Charley, my boy," cried the old man, "bless you; I mean, confound your d——d impudence; you rascal, I'm glad to see you; no, I ain't, you young mutineer. What do you mean by it, you ugly, ill-looking, d——d fine fellow—my dear boy. Oh, you infernal scoundrel." All this was accompanied by a shaking of the hand, which was enough to dislocate anybody's shoulder, and which Charles was compelled to bear as well as he could.

The banter between these two is delightful. Charles is less of a cartoon character than his uncle, and talks and acts accordingly, and the resulting conversational clash is incredibly entertaining.

"And here you see Admiral Bell, my most worthy, but rather eccentric uncle." "Confound your impudence." "What brought him here I cannot tell; but he is a brave officer, and a gentleman." "None of your nonsense," said the admiral.

The story now goes on hold in order to clarify what the deal is with Charles' two-year vacation.

A very few words will suffice to explain the precise position in which Charles Holland was.

By "a very few words" he means about 600, for the record.

Charles' little backstory is rather contrived and not very interesting. It's one of those details where, had the author not brought it up, I would not have bothered to ask. It does clue us into one thing: Charles is set to be loaded in the near future.

Charles goes to ask Henry's permission to tell his uncle about all the vampire drama, which is frankly unnecessary because Henry already said he could earlier when Admiral Bell was being introduced. The real purpose of their meeting, however, is for Charles to give Henry this random manuscript he happens to have on him, so Flora can read it as a distraction from her troubles. Why all the fuss about this? Haha. Well. We shall see.

Next: Varney the Vampire will return after this short break

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Sorry for asking again do you have any ones that is about Geno centric post passive ending were he is healed and living with the others on the surface can you maybe include a few with the afterdeath ship but mostly platonic

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

do you like me better underneath the sunlight? by MaddieMare (General Audiences, Incomplete)

With monsters freed from the Underground and Geno rescued from his imprisonment in the Save screen, it should have been everyone’s happy ending. However, Geno's been having some noticeable trouble adjusting to life on the Surface. It’s almost like he’s waiting for something… or someone. Thankfully, an “old friend” seems to have reintroduced themselves back into Geno’s life - and for the better! Now, if only he would properly introduce this mysterious companion. Everyone is just dying to meet them!

It's Raining Right Here by century_berry (Teen And Up, Complete)

Geno didn’t know how the other versions of him wound up in the Save Screen, but that didn’t mean that he was going to leave them there. Or: Frisk came back to the Save Screen expecting to come out of it with an extra Sans. They came out with three.

Reaper's Dream by Anonymous (General Audiences, Incomplete)

What does Reaper dream to come true? Will he get what he wishes for? Enjoyy! (Undertale and its characters belong to Toby fox. AU sanses belong to their creators. Plot belongs to me but if someone also made something like this, I didn't know)

I’ll Hold You Until You Can’t Breathe Anymore by COOLINGROSA1000 (General Audiences, Complete)

Geno is happy with his life on the surface, taking care of the human along with his new brothers. However, his simple day is ruined by a visit from the God of Peaceful Death. Or Reaper mourns the loss of his mortal husband, and Geno goes to bring him some comfort.

Rain Doesn't Need to be Cold by microKosmic (General Audiences, Complete)

It's been a while since they got to the surface, and Geno still isn't used to the sensations real rain casts upon him. Not to worry, because he doesn't need to know why.

[lucas-deziderio]

Dezi reads Pact: Null 9.6

I truly hate being negative, but it's time for me to complain about Pact's power scaling. You see, most fantasy stories where people use powers to fight one another usually scale upwards. Our protagonist gets more powerful in order to face more dangerous foes and so give the story higher stakes. We all know that. Wildbow even follow that formula in Worm, where Taylor learns new tricks she can pull with her power, gets access to more varied insects and pairs up with more powerful capes to take down increasingly dangerous threats.

Now going back to Pact: a story about wizards and magical beings battling against one another, with a very wide range of possible powers and abilities. And even then, we're halfway through our story and our protagonist has absolutely nothing on him! All of the abilities he painstakingly conquered were taken away from him. If anything, Blake is weaker now than he was in the very first act. Still, the author is throwing him on a fight against a very powerful demon.

My man here just went through the magical equivalent of a 16 hour shift at your local Arby's! His hands are mangled, one of his eyes stopped working, he just relived a very traumatic event in the last couple hours. His only weapon is a broken sword that hurts him while being wielded. There is absolutely no way he's in condition to fight against Ur. Just a couple arcs back he went into that same fight but with actual preparation, a plan and allies and still got his ass kicked. There is nothing in the narrative that can justify him being defeated then but surviving now when the odds are even more against him.

It's not even like Wildbow wrote himself into a corner. In previous chapters we were made aware that Blake has had allies that were eaten by Ur. He could have met them again in the Drains and gotten their help. Or he could have made an actual deal for power with the dead god he found. But nope!

I came to this book waiting for battles were magic and preparation mattered. I love hard magic systems specifically because you can have tactical confrontations where the practitioners can use the rules themselves against one another. But this? This is a mangled man with zero tools in his arsenal going up against a Lovecraftian beast and surviving out of luck.

No. No, no, no! This might be a pyrrhic victory at best, but Ur has absolutely zero reasons to not swallow you up again right now. And I must emphasize:

WINNING 👏 DOESN'T 👏 MATTER 👏 IF 👏 YOU'RE 👏 IN 👏 THE 👏 DRAINS 👏 AGAIN!! 👏

That's it. I'm pissed. This is the second time that a big arc ending battle in this story has left me pissed with its plot armor. Blake should be dead right now.

Anyways, moving on, there is another detail that also pissed me off in this chapter:

Blake, you should definitely be taking a very long bath right now. First because that whole dimension was nasty and I don't want to imagine you looking like a sewage golem for the rest of the story. Second because, as someone who has experienced homelessness, you should be well aware of how people treat you differently when you're dirty or clean. And third because you desperately need power right now and we have been shown in this story that spending time on your home, relaxing and taking care of yourself can help one replenish theirs. NOW GET IN THE FUCKING BATHTUB!

OK, I think my negativity spree is over. Let's see what's next...

OK, this isn't the end of the world. Part of me was hoping he would get to reactivate his connections once he was back to our world, but it looks like that's a no-go. At least it's just a material thing. He can buy another bike or get the same back later. Don't worry, guys.

The important part is that now he's gonna meet the rest of the cast and get reintroduced into the main plot...

OH MY GOD, EVAN WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO RECOGNIZED HIM! EVAN WASN'T AFRAID!! I'M NOT WELL!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!

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[doodleferp]

(Archived) Vash and Ari Being Idiots In Love For An Entire Tumblr Post

Me being me, I have many unfinished drafts that are nearing some level of completion, but I had no idea what to start out with. So I figured — what better way to start writing about these two than to list off some fluffy headcanons!

Some of these were suggested by friends, others were inspired by super-cute stories, others came from my weird lil noggin.

Edit 2024: Given that Ari’s undergone a LOT of changes since this was first posted, I might do a rewrite of this later on. I’m not deleting this for posterity reasons.

I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that Vash and Ari are the biggest, dumbest simps on the planet. They have and will only continue to make people around them disgusted with how disgustingly-sappy, overly-affectionate they are with one another.

They’re constantly engaging in illicit hand-holding. They have weird conversations. They flop on each other. They make weird noises at each other and sing nonsense stuff. They purposefully mispronounce words. They turn almost everything into really bad innuendo. They are weapons of Class-G Cuteness and every other couple on No Man's Land pales in comparison.

In the past, Ari genuinely did not consider herself a very confrontational person. That is, until she started hanging out with Vash. He adopted not an introvert, but a ride-and-die hoe. The moment Ari thinks someone is disrespecting him, she busts through the wall to show them why that is not a thing they should have done. She is the woman at the counter and he is the guy who asked for no pickles.

Both of them are involuntarily touch-starved, and thus they take every opportunity to be glued to the other's hip. A touch, a stroke, whatever. they can. They'll hold hands or link arms while they walk, and since Vash has much more stamina than Ari, he'll carry her when she gets too tired to walk through the desert. Sneak-attack hugs and kisses are also Vash’s specialty.

As mentioned previously, Ari has all the tism and she makes weird noises to, among other things, illustrate her moods/reactions, and even just when she's bored. This clicks very well with Vash's Plant Brain, and he responds with his own mood sounds.

They constantly sleep together -- and that's not a euphemism, they are so hooked on snuggling up together in the same space that they actually have trouble sleeping when they're forced to sleep apart. Vash is a total snuggle bug and he absolutely craves body heat, so constantly snuggling is a must. Ari is partial to being the snugglee, but she loves being his big spoon. Sometimes while in the position she'll whisper "Little spoon?" and Vash will immediately snuggle up to her and curl up in a ball, ready for big spoon cuddles.

Not long after they started their snuggling together, they started getting their sleeping clothes mixed up and will occasionally wear the others’ pajamas. The clothes-sharing slowly escalates into sharing each others coats on occasion, and once they settle in Kasted it has spiraled out of control in the best way.

While they lived together in Kasted City, Vash would very quickly put down the fitted sheet on their bed, then dump all of the other blankets on top of him and Ari in a big pile while they were still warm. After their kiddos were born, he did it to them with initially-tiny but gradually-growing piles of laundry.

In addition to sleeping together constantly, they constantly shower/bathe together. They wash each other's hair, wash each other's bodies, help each other shave, etcetera. Baths can last for upwards of an hour because they’re too busy cuddling and talking and have long since finished cleaning themselves.

Remember that scene from Bob's Burgers where Linda dumped the entire bottle of bubble bath into the tub and turned it into like a paste? That's what Vash did when he was reintroduced to bubble baths. As Ari walks in, he rises from the depths, bubble beard hanging from his face, and makes a weird croaking sound. Ari has never not laughed at this and she's not about to start now.

Because Ari is still a gay by technicality, she got Vash into the "sir/ma'am" game that us gays play. You know the one. We all do it. They also constantly switch up the pronoun and it always gets at least one or two stares.

Also, fake arguments and random scenarios all the time. Like, out of nowhere one of them will start talking a certain way or doing a certain thing, and the other will join in without batting an eye and then ten minutes later they're wondering why they're pretending to be a couple of Tomases trying doughnuts for the first time.

I’m not joking when I say that these two are so cringe that people have thought they’re pretending to date for…whatever reason. They’ve been denied “couple discounts” for some ungodly reason, have been denied a single bedroom by a few weird innkeepers, and a few people have even asked if the other has kidnapped them. Those are truly interesting encounters, I’ll tell you hwat.

In short, these two are just completely and utterly smitten for one another and make no attempts to hide any of it. They’re both total idiots and everyone else has to suffer through it or go someplace else because no, it will not stop for any reason. Never.

c. doodleferp, 2023

[thisaintascenereviews]

Bring Me The Horizon - Post Human: Survival Horror

Bring Me The Horizon is one of the most popular bands in the world, and they can thank themselves for that, because they started experimenting with outside influences and styles outside of metalcore and deathcore. They started off as a deathcore band that a lot of people hated; I remember the disdain in full force, as I was a huge fan of them around 2008/2009, back when they dropped second album, Suicide Season. Even with that, they went into more of a metalcore sound with that album, but they were very heavy. During the early 2010s, when metalcore was at its most generic and derivative, Bring Me The Horizon released Sempiternal in 2013, and that record introduced alt-metal, nu-metal, and hard-rock into their sound, whereas 2015’s That’s The Spirit properly utilized those sounds and they didn’t have as many breakdowns and heavier moments. Things really changed with 2019’s Amo, in which the band doubled down their outside influences by including pop and electronic music. I really enjoyed that record, as it was the first time I enjoyed a BMTH album in years, but I wondered where they’d go from there.

Well, that’s where Post Human: Survival Horror comes into play. This was supposed to be the first of four EPs, so who knows if we’re getting the other three, but this came out around the start of the pandemic in 2020, and I remember listening to it a couple of times, but I didn’t think too much of it. Fast forward a few years later, and BMTH are not only one of the biggest bands in the world, they’ve been steadily dropping new songs, the latest of which being “Kool-Aid” just a couple of weeks ago, I thought I’d go ahead and revisit this album. It’s not quite an album, I guess, but it’s 32 minutes, so I don’t know. I figured I’d revisit this, and spend some time with it, because I didn’t have anything else to sink my teeth into. I also think it would be worth looking at in retrospect, just to see how well it’s aged, or if it hasn’t.

Thankfully, though, this record has aged quite well, but that’s kind of because Survival Horror seems to be at a crossroads for them. This album reintroduces some elements of metalcore, surprisingly. If you’re a fan of their older material, you’ll like a few tracks here, especially the opener, “Dear Diary,” which is some of the heaviest stuff they’ve done in awhile, but they’re still moving forward in their sound with songs like the Babymetal-assisted “Kingslayer,” or “1X1” with alt-metal / nu-metal duo Nova Twins. Songs like these are both heavy and catchy all at once, but you do have some softer moments, too, such as “Obey” with Yungblud, where it does have some heavier stuff in it, but the backbone of the song is very pop-focused. I’m not personally a huge fan of Yungblud, and I’d say that’s the song that probably works the least for me, but its hook is still really solid.

Closing track “One Day The Only Butterflies Left Will Be In Your Chest” not only has a song title that sounds like it would have been in the mid-00s, but Evanescence’s Amy Lee is featured on this ballad, and my god, it’s gorgeous. This song sounds beautiful. Her angelic vocals add a level of gravitas that makes it work really well, but it’s such a great closer. It’s a great ending for a half hour record, and it never feels as though it’s too long or dragging. This record has the distinction of having songs that are memorable and are distinguished from each other, but they all flow together, nonetheless. Frontman Oliver Sykes is a good reason for that, too, and I haven’t mentioned him much here so far, but wow, he’s so good. His voice has gotten better over the years, and he has a good range within his clean vocals and harsh vocals, but the addition of harsher vocals on this record is a good one, because he handles it well.

The rest of the band is good, too, and the instrumentation is a good complement to him. This record isn’t all just pop hooks and breakdowns, either, but to be fair, the hooks are really good. Sykes and company are one of the best bands in this style that utilize hooks, and Sykes has a way with writing catchy hooks, and this record is no exception. I hadn’t listened to this album in a few years, and I remembered it quite well. There are a handful of really cool riffs and solos, too, and it’s surprising coming from this band, but I perked my ears up every time I heard something interesting and that did something cool, such as a solo, a really unique breakdown, or something interesting, but I enjoy this quite a lot. If you’re like me, and you jumped ship after a certain point with these guys, or you still like them and just want to see them go back to a heavier sound, you’ll probably like this. The best thing about this record is that it doesn’t feel as though they’re trying to pander, but they’re just trying to incorporate older sounds, and it works very well. If anything, and from the new songs they’ve put out, too, I’m excited for another record from these guys.

[infiinitys]

LIZETH SELENE. THEY/SHE / have you ever heard of EAT ME by demi lovato + royal the serpent, well, it describes JETT CORRIGAN-ORTIZ to a tee! the twenty-six year old, and LOUNGE SINGER @ PROHIBITION LOUNGE + KEYBOARDIST/SYNTH AND BACKING VOCALS FOR FISH BRAINS was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say THEY/SHE are/is more cocky or more ASSERTIVE instead? anyway, they remind me of gromit belts holding up jeans that are most certainly to big for them, tapping in rhythm to the music in their mind, smoking a cigarette outside of a dimly-lit diner & a bullshit meter that never fails them, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 : cancer, parental death, hospitals, coma, car crash

   𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

It's almost like you know your child is going to be a rock star when you name them Jett, after the infamous Joan Jett. While both of Jett's moms take credit for the name, it was Molly's love of badass female rockers that won the day.

Born into a home to Gloria and Molly Corrigan-Ortiz -- Jett was loved from the very moment their moms held them in the hospital. Having been shoved in boxes by extremely conservative parents in their respective childhoods, Gloria and Molly knew that they always wanted their child to have the freedom to be themselves.

Interests were never chosen for them, and Jett always was given the right to let their moms know that it was onto the next.

Jett has always been a magnetic personality, confident, kind and loud -- something that at times has been a detriment. Occasionally this drove people away.

The interest that stuck out the most was music. From the very moment she touched a piano, it seemed like it was made for them. Classical piano practically became their identity, something that changed when she was fifteen. One thing they'd learn the older they got? They had a killer voice to match. One that grabs a hold of you and never lets you go.

This was when they discovered rock and punk. From there, they started playing the keys for a local rock group out of their high school. This was their ticket into the popular crowd.

In high school - because of their newfound popularity they felt like they had to keep up appearances to keep their "friends" around. By senior year they were the captain of the cheerleading squad, dating the quarterback and even won prom queen.

They were familiar with Jaden Lapointe and Liam Kumar in high school. In a way, Jett was jealous of them. They were completely themselves, who they wanted to be. And fuck, had Jett become so damn used to living a lie. It felt like home.

Graduating felt like sweet relief. They dumped their football-for-brains boyfriend ( not that the decision didn't come with some amount of pain, they had really loved him for a time ) before they went off to Berklee College of Music in Massachusetts.

Those years in college were transformative, as their moms said it would be. Jett stopped playing classical completely and turned their focus to singing and playing the music that they loved. They even released a couple of their own solo songs, something that gained her significant traction online.

However, nothing really ever made them feel complete. There was a point in time when they thought about quitting music all together. However, their moms always encouraged them to keep going. Keep growing.

And so, they continued to work on some solo work, playing some freelance gigs and even landed a couple bands. However, none of them were ever really the right fit. Getting a job at the lounge helped things become a bit more stable as they kept looking.

The answer they had been looking for finally came when they impulsively went out with some friends and ran into Fish Brains a couple of years ago at a gig - completely by chance. They had to reintroduce themselves to Liam and Jaden, considering they looked completely different than they did back then. They were finally themselves. The familiar classmates soon recruited Jett as their keyboardist and background vocalist.

Since high school, Jett had never stayed with a band for more than a couple months. The biggest reason? They didn't believe the band could go the distance. However, they have complete faith in their bandmates and believe that they have a strong career ahead of them.

Three years ago, Gloria and Molly followed their child to Notting Hill with news that would shake them to their very core, Molly had been diagnosed with stage four cancer. Not only did they relocate because of the medical care that would allow Molly to get treated by the best money could buy, it would allow their child to be around their mother.

The inevitable finally came close to a year ago when Molly passed away. Without the band, Jett might have crumbled. However, the only time they allowed themselves to break was at the funeral.

Grieving has been a slow and painful process for them, something that they'd rather die than admit out loud. They never wanted to burden anyone, especially their loved ones. However, they see Molly everywhere they go. In the trees, in the sky, especially in the songs they write.

A couple months ago, Gloria got hit by a drunk driver and was put on life support with some hope for recovery. It's a sliver, but it's enough for Jett. They are currently trying their best to juggle the medical bills alongside daily expenses... but they can't lose Gloria. This is something that has caused them to overextend themselves and have been trying their best to hide it from their bandmates.

  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Pansexual and puts an extreme emphasis on the fact that they have no preference in gender.

Wears mostly clothing they find in thrift stores.

Hands are littered with rings to the point that it looks like they're wearing silver knuckles.

Making music your day job and your side job doesn't always pay. They currently live in an apartment with two other roommates, people that are very important in her life.

Has a beautiful Persian cat named Iggy. That is their child, he is their everything.

Definitely very particular when it comes to love. At least, that's what they like to say... completely ignoring their crippling fear of losing someone they love and the heartbreak that would follow.

Loves her bandmates. Even Jedi, something they would never tell him to his face. They've never expected them to be anything but themselves.

Has had quite the journey of self acceptance. Identified as nonbinary initially before coming out as genderfluid this past year.

more to come.

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

TBA.

[briamichellewrites]

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2005. For the first time in months, the paparazzi finally got a chance to see Bria. She graduated from the rehabilitation clinic and was back home. It was six months since she was first admitted to the hospital after being found unconscious. She defied doctors who believed she would never walk again. Through determination and stubbornness, she went from a wheelchair to a walker. She learned how to use it before being discharged.

Everyone was thrilled she was home! It felt wonderful, especially when the animals were returned to her. Human, you’re home! Hi, human! If the dogs wagged their tails any harder, they would take off. Anya and Woody were equally as happy to see her. They followed her to the living room where she sat down on the couch. Brad put the dogs on the couch beside her.

She had an appointment with her therapist to assess her condition. What did she still need help with? She had problems with her memory. Everything that happened before she went into a coma was gone. She couldn’t remember the names of her friends until they reintroduced themselves to her, or the names of her animals. What about her childhood or where she grew up? No. Mike recommended telling her therapist about it at her next appointment.

She also had trouble with remembering certain words. What was the thing she drank out of? A cup? Yes. While in the hospital, she underwent a brain scan to assess the damage caused. She was unconscious for who knows how long. That deprived oxygen to her brain. The scan showed damage to her prefrontal cortex. That controlled memory and behaviors.

The symptoms resembled her ADHD and Borderline Personality Disorder. The symptom that troubled them was a loss of empathy. They hoped that didn’t happen to her. She was too nice of a person. Brad watched as she petted her animals. He was in awe of her strength and determination. She never gave up, even when she was frustrated or in pain. Even when he couldn’t be there, he always got updates. If he could admire anyone, it would be her.

Meow. Anya had fun with the other humans, but she loved her human more. She rubbed her head against her chest. Pet me, human! She did.

Phoenix was a little disappointed that the animals weren’t there. But, they weren’t his to keep. The house was quieter since they didn’t have meowing or barking coming from the living room. He also didn’t have a kitten at his feet wondering what he was doing. Meow. He was trying to get Linsey to agree on getting a puppy. She was on the border between agreeing and disagreeing.

She saw how much the animals helped with his stress. He didn’t feel like drinking when he was with them. She didn’t find him in tears while eating breakfast and she didn’t have to worry about leaving him home by himself. At the same time, dogs were expensive. They were working on negotiating. He was doing a pretty damn good job of trying to convince her. They went through the cost of different breeds, how much it costs to take care of a dog, and their budget.

They finally agreed on a Rottweiler. He laughed because he had won the argument! She told him the dog was his responsibility! He hugged and thanked her. You are very welcome.

Bella was an eight-week-old black and rust Rottweiler. She whined when Phoenix and Linsey bent down to say hi to her. He offered his hand and she sniffed it before offering her head to scratch. Linsey had to admit she was cute. She got down and also petted her. A worker came over to see how they were doing. He asked about adopting Bella.

Linsey saw how he was holding back his excitement. He was like a child at Christmas. Bella would be well loved and taken care of by him. In return, she would provide him with unconditional love and support. By taking care of her, he would focus his attention on something other than alcohol. His mother was still receiving treatment. She had a week off before starting another round. The medication made her very sick. She was immunocompromised, so she stayed home.

They brought food over to her, along with things to keep her busy. It was extremely difficult because the oncologist didn’t know what her outlook was. Just like Bria. They did the best they could with the information they had. Since Bria was doing better, it was one less thing to stress about.

“He’s been wanting a dog for over a year, so he’s very excited.”

He laughed at the comment she made to the worker. Yes, he was! Excited was an understatement! They went to the counter to fill out paperwork and pay the adoption fee. Bella didn’t understand what was going on, as she looked around. When they got her to the car, he put her into a crate. He put toys inside to make it more welcoming for her. She sniffed them, as he shut the door.

He called Bria to see if he was at home. Yes, she was. He asked if he and Linsey could come over with their new puppy. Yes, they could.

Bria was thrilled that he finally got a puppy! He had been waiting for years! Since she had a long day, Brad didn’t want her moving around. They had multiple therapy appointments, with lunch in between. She had a physical therapy appointment, an appointment with her therapist, an appointment with her oncologist, and an appointment with her medical doctor.

He made her dinner when they finally got home. How were her appointments? They all went well. She was going to be evaluated for permanent memory loss. Her therapist wanted to keep an eye on it while also helping her recover memories from her childhood. The appointment with her oncologist was to check to see if her cancer had come back. It hadn’t. That was great news! Then, she had her usual physical therapy appointment.

“He fucking killed me.”

They laughed.

“Why? What did he do”, he asked.

“The workout was just brutal. We did exercises to strengthen my leg muscles. One of the exercises was climbing stairs. That hurt the most because my legs got tired…”

“Easily”, Brad said.

“Easily. They are not used to it.”

They could see how that would be hard. It would get easier the more she did it. Yeah. She and Brad were going to use the pool the following afternoon. Just in the shallow end. Missy licked Bella to show affection. Thank you, dog. The humans laughed. Bria joked that she was surprised Phoenix didn’t keep her animals. He laughed before joking he thought about it.

Then, he didn’t want her to kick his ass. They laughed. No, they were not his to keep. He couldn’t do that to her. It wouldn’t have felt right. She scratched Bella’s head. It would take her a while to get used to her new humans. Did Brad have any pets? No, he was thinking about getting a dog. What breed? He didn’t know. Maybe a bully. He liked that they were big babies. They were also very easygoing and friendly. Bria mentioned having a dog play date some time. They would love that.

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