#thinking of making a sequel of this inspired by a shinee song

[shuaestheist]

그림자 (shadow)

characters: jihoon (woozi), seungcheol (s.coups) + seokmin (dokyeom), chan (dino), joshua, seungkwan, hansol (vernon) summary: so this is how it feels to fall in love. word count: 1,486 genre: bxb, dark romance (dead dove: do not eat) content warnings: stalking, implied violent tendencies inspiration: 미행 (그림자: shadow) (f(x))

So this is how it feels to fall in love.

You see, I've always been the lonely kid — Lee Jihoon, the outcast. Despite being Lee Seokmin and Lee Chan's cousin, arguably some of the most famous students of the school, my social status in the school is at rock bottom.  In fact, I was relentlessly bullied, ridiculed, and given dirty looks by the rest of the student body. For what reason? I didn't know. Even my own cousins avoids me like the plague at school, only interacting with me if our families have dinner together.

It felt like I was locked up in my very own version of hell, unable to escape the daily torture to my body and psyche. I wanted to die, even.

But like a knight in shining armor, you came. I even remember the moment I first met you. It was a normal day, of me being tossed around and bullied by these larger boys in my class out on the hallways where everyone could see. All the kids around me had their phones out, cameras and polished fingers pointed at me as they giggled among themselves. No one made a move to save me from it, lest they incur the wrath of these obese bullies. No one except you.

You weaved through the crowd and stopped one's fist from coming into contact against my body with one hand, the other helping me up and pulling me against your side. "Cut it out, we're in a school not a fucking wrestling ring," you spat, eyebrows furrowed as the bullies weighed their options. As they decided that it wasn't worth it, they left, and the crowd dispersed with even more dismayed whispering and judgmental glances. Daring to peek down, I saw the name behind my savior's face: Choi Seungcheol.

And just like that, a brand new ray of light began to shine down on me.

You were the brightest person in my lonely galaxy. In the vast space of sneers, stares, gossip, and judgment, you kept smiling and treating me with respect and - dare I say - love?

I know it has only been a few days, maybe weeks, since the time that you saved me from the grasp of those bullies, but there is something innately different with the way I feel around you. I feel like I'm opening up, like a blooming flower bud. You make me better, like I'm an actual human instead of a part of the school walls.

I guess you saw something in me too — you let me into your life so easy. It was like you were a book open only for me. I learned about your likes, your dislikes, your schedule, your friends, your family; I learned everything there is to learn about you. I prefer learning about you more than these boring subjects in school that gives me no joy. And I think you like it too, if our date is anything to go by.

One week after, we went on a date! Oh, you don't know how happy I was when we agreed on a date. Unfortunately, you didn't ask me out in public like I envisioned, but I still said yes nonetheless. I woke up super, super early on the day of the date — or maybe I didn't sleep, I really couldn't remember. All I know was that I was super excited. I spent the better part of an hour to pick out the perfect clothes for today, eventually settling on a pair of washed out blue jeans and a gray shirt — casual enough, but not too flashy. Lowkey.

I went early to your house and waited outside for you. You really took your time to prepare, since I had to wait two hours outside for you. And it was definitely not in vain once you stepped out of your house with a bright smile on your face, eyes disappearing into little slits. You look so happy to see me, which made me happy as well! You wore a baby blue button up with blue jeans, which made me feel severely underdressed. No matter.

We began to walk in tandem to the ice cream shop in town, me walking right behind you. We need to stay lowkey, yes yes, so you led the way and I followed, step by step. Once we got to the shop, you ordered a large cup of mint chocolate ice cream. I hated that flavor, but you didn't know it yet. That's fine, I'll like it if it's you. Then we went to the cinema, watched a scary movie. You squeaked and jumped a few times, which made me smile and laugh a little. I wanted to hold your hand to let you know that I am here and give you a bit of comfort, but it would've been too quick, not ideal for a first date in my mind.

And when our date ended, you let me into your house. It was, again, not ideal for a first date, but I let it pass, since you insisted. You even smuggled me into your room, our steps barely making a sound as we climbed the stairs. I felt my insides flutter and turn into mush — I've never been into another boy's house before! But because I trusted you, I followed your lead. Once we got inside your room, you let me sit on the chair in the corner of your room while you went ahead to watch. Interesting how the chair is at the very nook of the room, shadows hiding it from view. I bet when the sun rises, this would be a perfect spot for reading books or doing your hobbies. I envision it already, and it put a smile on my face.

You finished bathing quickly, wearing nothing but a towel around your waist as you raided your closet for nightwear. My cheeks feel like they're flaming, and they might be beet red right now, but I couldn't look away as the towel fell around you and you wiggled into a pair of boxers. You even opted not to wear a shirt of any kind. I watched in rapt attention, memorizing every detail of you that I could. And how could I not? You were the image of perfection, an Adonis made for me and me alone. And the fact that you welcomed me makes it all the more vital for me to memorize everything that is you.

"Good night," you say into the cool night air as you slipped underneath the covers and fall asleep. I held my breath for a bit before whispering a soft good night back, unwilling to wake you from the beginnings of your slumber. Slowly, I inched closer to your sleeping figure. I traced your features with my fingertips — your cat-like eyes, the sharp bridge of your nose, the slight upward lilt of your mouth, and your sharp cheekbones. I ingrained them into my touch and watched you sleep closely.

I saw myself out once the sun began rising, climbing out the window so I won't alert your parents of my presence.

Until our next date, Seungcheol hyung.

"Rumor says you're that weird Jihoon kid's cousin, hyung?" Seungkwan jeered as he poked the senior's side in the cafeteria, Seungcheol in tow behind him. Seokmin felt a full shudder run along his spine at the mention of the older's name, while Chan glared at Seungkwan. "Jeez, don't mention him to me. It's bad enough that he goes to this school of all places," the youngest sighed deeply.

"Why, what's up with Jihoon?" Hansol asked, barely swallowing his mouthful of food. "I saw Cheollie hyung help the kid a few days ago," the younger added, with Seungcheol nodding in agreement. "You shouldn't be good to Jihoon hyung, Seungcheol hyung," Seokmin faced the older male with serious urgency laced in his voice.

"Seokmin’s right, Cheol. Best you stay away from Jihoon," Joshua, Seokmin’s best friend and fellow theater kid, quipped as he sipped his Coke. "Why?" Seungcheol repeated Hansol’s question, mind filling up with worry. Joshua made the group huddle together as Seokmin took a deep breath.

"Jihoon moved here because he has a bunch of TROs filed against him back in Busan," the eldest of the group murmured. "What?!" Seungkwan gasped out loud, earning the stares of some people seated near them. "Shut the fuck up, Kwannie hyung!" Chan whisper-shouted, which turned into a death stare match. Seungcheol ignored the two and focused on the shocking information he learned just now.

"Why the TRO?" he asked. "He's a serial stalker, Cheol. With a high chance of becoming violent, said the police. So I suggest you stay away from him. He's violently obsessive." Seokmin warned the older. "And Seungkwan says you rescued the kid?" Joshua asked, to which Seungcheol nodded.

"Good luck, Choi Seungcheol. You earned yourself a violent shadow."

[hirunoka]

"You're My Angel"

for @incidentale (Thank you so much for that ask and the inspiration ❤🌻 )

Words: 1323

(Ao3 link in reblog)

Characters: Simon (Dinner in America 2020), Patty (Dinner in America 2020)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, They love each other so much, and I love THEM so much oh God we NEED a sequel, Also we need more fanfictions wtf, inspired by a song

“You know that I’m no angel, right?” Simon half-teases with an arched brow after she is done singing, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close on the bed.

“You’re a fucking angel, you’re my angel. All mine, mine, mine…” she sweetly sings into his ear this time. He can feel her smile against his ear and fuck him if it doesn’t make his heart race and ache like crazy.

Just like every time.

He decides that he’ll die a happy man if he can feel her smile like this every day.

“I’m no angel,” he insists.

“You are. To me. You saved me. You can’t deny that. No matter what you do and say, you’ll be always my angel,” Patty says as she nuzzles his neck and that’s what breaks him finally because fuck, he was no one's, and I mean no one's favourite person before: let alone an angel.

Sure, he had a few loyal fans maybe: fans who thought he was amazing and cool, but what the fuck did they know? They only knew John Q.  And they sure didn’t think he was an angel. Not that he wanted them to. He knew he was no angel, and he wasn’t aiming for being seen as one by anyone. That wouldn’t be very punk of him, right? Right. Fuck angels, anyway.

Simon is not sure who saved who, actually, so he just lets out a dry chuckle and swallows the lump in his throat as the tears he was holding back gently roll down his cheeks.

It’s a weird and holy feeling; being loved oh so much.

He doesn’t think he has been ever loved like this before; so truly, madly and deeply. Yeah he is quoting Savage Garden okay, sue him. Not even by his parents who were supposed to love him. Because that’s what parents did, he used to think. They would love and accept their kid. Well, apparently that was such bullshit.

Patty, on the other hand, loved him without trying to change him: she accepted him as a whole, loved him as a whole.

Being loved by her was a miracle. She was a miracle in his eyes.

Patty, Patty, Patty…

Kind, funny, sweet, sexy, patient, honest, and just his-kind-of-crazy.

They were living together in their small but cozy apartment for the past seven months and nine days, and yet she never ceased to amaze him every single day.

He buries his nose in her soft hair and sighs.

“I’m sure you would figure something out by yourself to save yourself from that pathetic shit that you used to call ‘life’, eventually. You are punk as fuck and smart as hell, after all. I just… made the process go faster. Diamonds don’t stay hidden all their lives. They can’t. They find a way to shine sooner or later somehow.”

“I don’t remember allowing you to make this about me,” she complains and slightly pulls herself away to look at him. Seeing his tears makes her frown, but she doesn’t mention it or asks if he is okay. She leans her forehead against Simon’s instead, her thump caressing the side of his cheek as he closes his eyes in content. “But hey, at least you didn’t deny that you’re mine.”

“I don’t remember askin' for permission. Everything is about you for me now.”

‘There is no me without you anymore,’ he thinks.

“Is that so?”

“Hell yeah,” he nods. When he opens his eyes, Patty looks at him like he has given her the whole wide world. “You see that streetlight?” He points at the streetlight across the street from their window. “Even that is about you,” he whispers. “It helps me to see you better when you’re sleeping. Big fan of that one, I swear. Beautiful warm yellow. Maybe I should write a song about it later. And of fucking course I’m yours, music girlfriend. Always. Hell, I was yours before you even knew it.”

“Ew, babe, you’re sooo cheesy right now. You’re like, as cheesy as mac and cheese, even.”

That makes Simon laugh. Teach Patty a word and voilà, just watch her start using it all the time.

“I’m just fuckin' with you,” she laughs back. “And I’m yours, too, angel,” she adds as she starts pressing soft kisses on his body: first on his naked chest and then his collarbone, shoulder and jaw.

“This better not become a thing,” feeling his cheek heat a little, he mumbles, his hands wandering up and down her sides.

“What? Me calling you ‘angel’? How about… ‘Punk Angel’ ‘Angel of Punk? But nah, I think I love calling you just ‘angel’ more. Sorry not sorry,” she says with a cocky smile that suits her so much that Simon falls in love with her all over again.

He is utterly captivated by her and her affection.

“Did I ever tell you that your voice is as deep as an abyss that I wouldn’t mind falling into for the rest of my life, angel?”

That sounds like a promise somehow and Simon’s heart suddenly skips a beat. He hopes and wishes it’s a promise because he would give everything for Patty to stay by his side for the rest of his life.

It makes him feel selfish to want her that much even when he has her now, though. He cannot help but feel like one day she will realize she can do better than him and then decide to leave his sorry ass because God knows she deserves better.

Even imagining that makes him feel like dying so he tells his brain to stop thinking such things and focus on the moment they are in instead.

“And you call me cheesy. Oh God, you’re ridiculous.”

“Goddess, you mean, am I right or am I right?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say, you adorable and sexy Punk Goddess.”

Satisfied with his answer, she locks their lips together finally. Simon kisses her back like her lips are oxygen and he is a dying astronaut.

“Don’t be surprised if I steal your idea about that The Streetlight song,” Patty lets him know when they pull away eventually. “I think I can pull it off before Saturday and sing it for you at my concert.”

“I have no doubt you could,” holding her close, he yawns and agrees as she lies on his chest.

“Now hush, I gotta watch you sleep while the streetlight accompanies me.”

“Whaa— You creep.”

“What can I say? You’re my inspiration, angel. And don’t act like I don’t catch you watching me sleep nearly every morning.”

“Who? Me? You can prove nothing,” he denies.

“Uh-huh, sure. Sweet dreams.”

“Being with you is like a sweet dream anyway, I need nothing else.”

And with that, he let himself start falling into the warm embrace of sleep. At this point he cannot even remember how he used to sleep alone before he met her.

“He sleeps soundly by her side, without a care,

While she traces his features with a loving stare.

In the quiet of the night, they're alone,

With the streetlight as their silent chaperone,” just when he is about to fall asleep, he vaguely hears Patty singing quietly.

“Sweet streetlight, keep shining bright

As I watch my angel through the night.

Guide him with your gentle light,

In this moment, everything feels right.”

“Wow, you’re fast. That terribly sounds like a gospel for some reason though,” he makes an honest comment, ignoring the way how it made him feel warm inside despite it really sounding like a gospel.

“Shh, I’m just warming up, ignore it. Sleep.”

Simon chuckles and does as he is told after planting a kiss on her forehead and whispering: “I love you.”

“I love you, too, my angel,” is the last thing he hears before falling asleep with a slight smile on his face.

He thinks he can get used to that.

[thehuntfortrencherlostmedia]

Hello folks.

So, I waited a while to let everything marinate in my brain before writing this. Haven is an interesting album to discuss in the grand scheme of the Trench discography. Everything feels familiar & status quo, but different, new & exciting all at once. Its production is fantastic throughout and truly allows for everything to shine. It’s also their most cinematic album to date, which is saying something given what Astoria was inspired by.

So let’s break down each track, shall we?

A Normal Life: Already gushed about this one when it came out and my thoughts haven’t changed one bit. This just might be my new favourite opener. There’s just a little sprinkling of everything from all across their discography that allows this beauty to marinate and stand on its own.

Lightning & Thunder: I’m torn. I like it still, but I do think that when you listen to it within the context of the album it loses something. It was definitely made to be a radio single. There’s nothing wrong with that.

I’m Not Getting Better: Straight to the point, catchy & fun. I really have nothing else to say on the song.

Down To You: Arguably the biggest earworm on the album. This one gets in your head and it just stays with you.

Now or Never: The By Now of the record for me. Soft & yet full of momentum all at once. This is a dream worth fighting for, indeed. Also, while both INGB & DTY show off a more R&B/Funk flow, it really sticks on this song, and now that you’ve noticed it, you’ll be hearing it a lot throughout the record.

Into The Storm: Hello, Porcelain. But also… it’s own thing. It might not be giving up, but I don’t see it as surrender either. I see it as going with the flow, facing your problems head on. This is also the first true dive into Josh’s relationship with Amanda on the album, and how he’s so happy they finally figured out how to co-exist.

Ancient History: Oh hi, Astoria. You mind if I take elements of Burning Up & Yesterday and blend them into something new? And how about the past arguments in his and Amanda’s relationship don’t matter, and how it was nice to meet back up with her. It shows how time can heal relationships. Also, SAXOPHONE. That is all.

Stand and Fight: The actual Porcelain of the record. People thought they were gonna go in a This Meets War for this song, when instead it’s a slow burn that truly stays with you.

Turn & Run: Here’s how you do a sequel song and then make it stand out from its older brother. Much like the combos of Celebrity Status/Perfect & B-Team/Toy Soldiers, both sides of the coin make me giddy inside. And holy cow… welcome to the edge indeed. That hint of Fix Me screaming… I need more of it Josh. Please? I’ll be a good girl. There’s also a lot of Masterpiece Theatre II on this one. Easily my favourite of the short songs.

Worlds Collide: I go back and forth on this one in my head. There’s parts of me that love it, there’s parts of me that feels it’s too similar to the two tracks before it…. And then we have the end. And that just… made me smile. Also, I love Josh SCREAMING “Nobody’s Safe” and the fact they left in the vocal crack. That’s how you can tell his emotions are in full display here. So yeah.

Nights Like These: The comforting palette cleanser after three songs hit you with whiplash back to back to back. It’s very reminiscent of tavern songs, sea shanty’s & is just a warm hug of a track. Also, breaking down the fact that sometimes it’s nice to have just a cozy, relaxing night with friends. Feels like the Who Do You Love of the record too.

Remember Me By: Um, Micheal? Did you just possess Josh again? This feels so 80’s R&B I can’t help but love it. Also, Ian! Nice to hear you sing, bud. We’ve heard the other three all throughout this record and now we get your voice on top of the amazing percussion. Kudos.

Haven: So, here we are. The closing track. And, it’s good. It feels like they took The Killing Kind , Masterpiece Theatre III & End of An Era Abd threw them in a blender… and the result came out great, but… it does lack something to me? And if anything, it brings out the fact this album fits into the Relationship Theory too: It is about starting anew like I said ages ago but also about how their relationship (Josh & Amanda) isn’t perfect but he loves the imperfection now that they’ve figured out how to make it work. She might’ve broke his heart once but he reconciled & became stronger because of it. And now he can show that all across these 13 tracks.

So yeah. Haven’s likely my album of the year, and I do like it. But I do think that while it has some of the highest highs the band had ever reached, I do think they didn’t fully nail the Hero’s Journey theming & that it’s not as cohesive as some of their other work. It’s a sturdy S-, easily #2 or #3 in my overall rankings, even #1 depending on the day.

[writerscafehub]

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀: 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱

@thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

I give myself a solid 3 stars. I think I can churn out some good stories and smut, but I know I make grammatical errors and sometimes my stories have an awkward flow, but I'm always working to get better. 

What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

I’ve been told a few times that I have a good story telling ability; so I think that’s where I shine/stand out/ Being able to take a prompt, a song, or just a few quotes and turn it into a full story.

Are there any writers that inspire you?

Unfortunately, a lot of the writers who inspired me have left tumblr and are lost to time. Some of the ones that are still here are angryschnauzer, tsuntsunfangirl, and caffiened-queen. Some new favourites are Navy, hansensgirl, harryspet, tumblin-theworldaway, and of course all my friends in the server <3

What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

It’s so hard to pick just one so i’ll give two! I’m incredibly proud of my Spooptober 2023 collection. It was a tribute and inspired by Hozier’s newest album, and it was the first time I completed a monthly collection! Easter Bunny is definitely a favourite as well; not only a Lee fic (I love our Sheriff so much) but it was a chance to write some real escapist fluff. 

Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?

Loki, Bucky, and Cap are definitely my easiest characters. They’re my ol’ reliables and I love all three of them.

Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

The obvious answer is: BUCKY lol. But a lot of my fifcs tgend  to be escapism style stories. Bucky coming in to “rescue” the reader in one form or another, even if it’s a dark “rescue”

Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

I have 3 long term multi chapter fics planned that I can’t wait to share with everyone (eventually). Two of them are Kylo Ren fics, with one having Kylo Ren as a Director of an art museum, hiring an intern whom Kylo assumes is a guy, but is actually a v cute girl and the other being a Mafia!Kylo with an arranged marriage. The last is a Loki fic with Loki as the CEO of a company who needs a bride to appear good for business purposes. 

First fandom you ever wrote for?

Technically the MCU. The first ever fic I wrote was a Tom Hiddleston fic.

Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

I admit I don’t really believe in “guilty” pleasures; pleasures should be enjoyed! But man am I a sucker for my dub/non-con, kidnapping, and yandere stories!

A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

I try to not to say “never” because i’m always open to inspiration, but i don’t see myself ever writing anything with pregnancy/babies

Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

I wrote this INSANE fic called “When Magic Meets Insanity” which is a threesome between Loki, Reader, and Jerome Valeska from Gotham. It’s crack to hell and is still available to read on my AO3. 

Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

Stucky. Always. They are my OTP and I love how fun it is to explore their relationship. Especially throwing Sam into the mix. 

Do you listen to anything while you write?

It mostly depends on what/who i’m writing, but yes! For example, I’ll listen to oldies stuff when I'm writing for Lee, and I have this GREAT Asgardian library ambience for writing Loki. 

One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

One-shots. 

Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

Not really, I sometimes imagine what happens after, but once a fic is done, I tend to just put it on a shelf and leave it. It’s why I hardly write sequels

Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

I long to write some really good multi-chaptered works, but I struggle with writing long term conflict and i’m worried they’ll be awkward and won’t read well. 

What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

The best comment I’ve ever gotten was on my fic Sunlight (Sun God!Steve) from tumblin-theworldaway. She wrote a big huge comment on the fic and it was like the first thing I saw on a monday morning and I needed a good comment. 

Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

I won’t say “comfort zone” but I wrote my first ever Monster Fucker fic not too long ago, “By Land or By Sea” about Sea Monster!Loki and it was defintely new and interesting to write! 

Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

Fluff, always. I’m always a sucker for happy endings (even dark happy endings lol)

Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

Sort of. I have a beauty and the beast style novel planned. The beast is a rich lobbyist for oil industries. And the beauty is an indigenous woman who meets the beast at a cabin in the woods. It’s still heavily in development and i’m not sure when it’ll come to fruition. 

If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

“Teddy Bears” for sure. With slightly dark Bucky and Steve kidnapping me (is it kidnapping if i’m willing?? lol) and telling me I don’t have to work and they’ll take care of me? I’d be there in a heartbeat. 

Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

I always write stoned lol. I get a ton of creativity and inspiration from weed and it helps make the ideas flow. It just can take a while to interpret all my stoned ramblings sometimes. 

Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

This is from my most recently published fic, the last fic in my Spooptober Collection, “To Someone from a Warmer Climate. The fic is about a witch!reader who is visited by a humble sheriff, Lee Bodecker. But he is more than meets the eye.

“Mmmmm…damn…That’s the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had. And I just love the taste of the forgetfulness potion you added.”  Your heart dropped into your stomach.                 “What did you say?” He didn’t answer, only leaning back in his chair. He blinked and where crystal blue eyes had seemed to make him handsome and rakish; now were two inky black pits. He blinked again and his eyes were human again, but now his irises were crimson red. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You’d dealt with a few lower-level demons in your travels, but never someone who you could walk through your house’s defenses so easily. Usually, any malevolent force was neutralized before it even touched your house. But he…he was something darker. “I’d heard about a pretty witch living out here in the woods.” Lee continued. “Thought it was just another one of them dippy mortals wearing peace signs. But then that little old lady came in, bringing some brownies she said you’d made. And when I tasted them, I knew for sure. There was a real little witch somewhere in town. “Though it took me a while to find ya, darling. All them wards and runes…you’ve kept yourself pretty well hidden. But when that same sweet little old lady called in, worried about her friend in the woods, I knew I’d found you and here you are. Hidden away from the world, cooking up spells your nose buried in a mountain of books. All that defensive magic and you opened the front door for me and invited me in. Silly girl.” His eyes raked over your body, studying you.

Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

Fanfiction writing has been some of the most fun writing I've ever had. I’ve loved writing for my whole life but sometimes it’s a struggle to write and create an entire cast/world. Fanfiction gives a helping hand to an entire gallery of characters with infinite possibilities. Not to mention the fact that based on “What if” logic, there is a multiverse out there where these fics really happen lol. I look forward to even more writing in the future, both fanfic and original. 

[milliemuus]

Possible future stuff (just a snippet ;) ):

Dokutaro: ‘No…no! Impossible! How is my power core destroyed?!’

Kieran: Wait, his colour’s weird, this means, maybe we have a chance now? If so, then…

Ogerpon: *angrily growls while bringing out her cudgel*

Kieran: *puts his hand, blocking Ogerpon* *with rage* No,I’ll take care of this.

*Grabs Dokutaro’s neck while the True Finale starts*

Kieran:

Who are you… To think that could prevail? For all the sins you’ve done, You'll fall on your face and FAIL!!!! Now then! And In The Final hour our HOPE STILL SHINES!! BLINDING THE DARKEST OF NIGHTS… IN THE FINAL… FIGHT!!

AND THERE’S NO WAY THAT YOU’LL EVER BEAT US!!! YES, WE’RE STILL IN OUR PRIME! YOUR OWN END IS NIGH, IT’S TIME WE FLY HIGH!!

You’ll never harm anyone again Like the runt you were, You may have possessed me and and made me harm my family! But when YOU harm my friends?! You're asking for a Kieran smacking! One single KO punch, Will send you sorry runt a-packing!

*Finally, in a fit of rage, Kieran mustered up all his strength, and punched Dokutaro, sending him flying in the air. Finally the second attack is over, but it truly was a Grand Finale*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(v) PV! Pecharunt: And that’s how I got my ass handed by my Kieran.

@tealmaskmybeloved Pecharunt: *grimaced* sheesh, I hope you’re alright.

S&S Dipplins Pecharunt: Now you’re making me feel that I got off easy…

Azure Dive Pecharunt: *curious* Really? What happened?

S&S Dipplins Pecharunt: Well, let’s just say my Kieran was AN ABSOLUTE SIMP, somehow, his simping was able to shrug off my possession for a short while, but it’s really tiring, ugh, I’m SO TIRED…*internally screaming*

Azure Dive Pecharunt: ohhhh, that sounds really annoying to deal with.

(so, ANOTHER IDEA, AND A SNIPPET OF THE PECHAS. So, you said most of your stuff is inspired by BIS, so another lyrical stuff by Juno Songs (credits to him) for Kieran in the Key Change segment. Also, I changed a few things to fit the context)

(and this could be a sequel’s ending since, the final battle is sort of discussed already)

(so maybe?)

(Also, opportunity for the Pechas to interact :), also if S&S Dipplins Pecharunt confusing you, you can go to @dipplinduo and see the asks, he’s the author of the fanfic)

I LOVE THIS IDEA! I'M FINALLY GETTING TO ANSWER BUT I RLLY NEED TO LISTEN TO THIS SONG! I'VE BEEN Listening to the actual BIS soundtrack, and smth funny I've been thinkin abt is a mario-rpg style thing of Project Venus.

So, you know how in BIS the music changes depending on whether you are bowser or the brothers? Esp inside bowser? I wanna make themes based off the inside bowser themes for Kitakami, BB Academy, Area Zero, etc for PV!Kieran, since his POV is technically warped. Like when we first meet him, it's obvs gonna be normal, but it slowly but surely settles in as time goes on because I wanna say there's a side episode of him training (Like Bowser Jrs Journey was a side episode)

I'd love for everyone's Pechas to interact! I'm a bit intimidated even tho I'm mutuals with both dipplinduo (I believe) and I am definitely mutuals with tealmaskmybeloved!

However, I don't think I've heard much abt Azure Dive, but I hella love the name 👀

I wanna find out more abt them, though! I don't see them on my tl much and I get busy, but I'd love if you told me a buncha stuff, if you'd like to! You're definitely not obligated to, by any means!

Also, I'm very sure that PV!Pecha wpuld get the walloping if a lifetime for sure! Maybe not just by Kieran himself, but by Kieran's ancestor, too 😭

In fact, I think that's what I want PVs Mochi Mayhem to be about! Uncovering Pecharunt and Kieran and Carmine's ancestry with Eustace (The Mask Maker) and the sealed curse that Pecharunt has him under! Ooooghh, givin me so many ideas...

[saraicus]

The Phantom | Morpheus x F! Reader

Warning: Sexual content, with a splash of angst 

Requested by: Anon 

Notes: Thank you anon, for the request. I love Phantom of the Opera <3 I’m following both the book and movie for the inspiration of this one-shot. Also, it may not perfectly follow the material, because it’s an inspiration and not a direct copy. Yes, I do reference the sequel, “Phantom of Manhattan” in the end. Sue me, jk please don’t. 

If you'd like to be a part of “The Sandman” tag list, just ask me! Requests are open.

Word count: 4.6k 

Masterlist

The bright sunlight glistered against your eyes as it peeked through your curtains. Slowly, your eyes began to open with your hand blocking the daylight. You began to stretch your body on the bed and sighed. Your joints cracked with slight soreness in your muscles lingering from last night's rehearsal. Everyone was anxious about the grand opening of Hannibal, especially after it was revealed you would sing an opera solo. Weeks of endless rehearsals were finally going to pay off after the prima donna decided to quit the production due to this mysterious opera ghost, who she was afraid of. Contrary to popular belief, you were never scared of the opera ghost; instead, you wholeheartedly believed the opera ghost was your angel of music. After all, your father promised to send you an angel of music after he passed away. While performing your rehearsal of the aria last night, you could see your angel of music’s silhouette in the corner of your eye from box five. You had yearned for your angel of music to reveal themselves, but that moment never came. If only, you knew that day would come soon.  

“(Y/N), is everything alright?” asked Lucienne, as she was helping with your hair, “You seemed quiet.” You looked in the mirror to see her brushing the tangles out of your hair; however, you remained silent. Lucienne sighed and began to style your hair with the bright crystals pinned to your hair. “You know, I heard someone special was coming over to attend tonight,” Lucienne explained while finishing up your hairstyle, “Remember Corin?” You smiled softly when she said the name, Corin. The man with striking blonde hair and the bluest eyes would make anyone swoon. Your childhood sweetheart, Corin, became the sponsor of the opera house, however, you were always afraid to acknowledge him because if you were to recognize him then your angel of music would disappear. Regardless, your love for Corin never disappeared, despite haven’t seen each other in decades. “I do remember him, and it’s nice to know he’s attending the opening performance of Hannibal.” You replied while looking at yourself in the mirror again. Lucienne helped you up, as you slipped into the white dress and began to lace your corset. A knock echoed from your door with someone saying you had three minutes left before you had to go backstage. Lucienne sighed and made you face her, “You’re going to do wonderful, I can promise you that.” Lucienne stated before kissing your forehead. A slight smile appeared on your face, as Lucienne held your hand to take you behind the stage.

Your stomach began to twist and turn, and your knees quivered from nervousness. Your breathing turned shallow as you could feel the corset tighten around your waist, with your mind swirling. What if your performance doesn’t please your angel of music? What if your angel of music doesn’t come to attend your performance? A mental battle that began to hold a tight grasp on your brain, until a stagehand snapped you out of it and guided you to the stage. Claps from the audience filled your ears, as the lights began to shine against your dress and hairpins. The music for the aria, “Think of Me” began to play, and you locked eyes with the conductor, to which the conductor nodded their head. You closed your eyes and began to sing the opening of the song. “Think of me…Think of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye,” you sang gently while opening your eyes again, “Remember me, once in a while. Please promise me you'll try.” You could feel your heart beating fast; however, you knew you had to stay strong for your angel of music. Your face began to soften as you continued to sing to the crowd, and your voice echoed from the stage to the house. Your voice never quivered; instead, you began to gain more confidence as the song continued. As you were singing, Corin smiled at the sight of you and whispered to himself, “Can it be, can it be (Y/N)?” He rose from his seat and began to applaud. Corin left his seat to meet you in your room and began to whisper to himself, “Long ago, it seems, so long ago. How young and innocent we were. She may not remember me, but I remember her.”

As the aria was ending, you took a deep breath before completing the song with your arpeggio. You closed your eyes as you hit the high notes of the song, to be met with the audience raising from their seats and clapping. Your heart began to beat faster from the adrenaline from performing, and you just smiled at them. Quickly, you took a short bow before leaving the stage to be greeted with your co-stars’ smiles and clapping. Lucienne appeared in front of you and grabbed your hand to guide you to your room. “You did wonderful, my dear,” Lucienne said as she opened the door for you. You walked over to your vanity filled with perfumes and makeup products to see a single red rose tied with a black ribbon bow in the middle. Your fingers hovered over the flower, as you pulled your chair to sit down. Lucienne left the room, and you could hear people shouting your name and a glimpse of men holding bouquets for you. You softly smiled as you heard Lucienne scolding them to leave you alone, before closing the door behind her. You shifted your attention to the rose and held it between your fingers. The silk ribbon was soft to the touch, and the pearl was glistering underneath the lights of your room. After a moment of silence, you heard a knock on your door, and before you could stand up, the door opened to reveal Corin. You smiled at the sight of him as he began to say, “Little Lotte let her mind wander. Little Lotte thought, “Am I fonder of dolls? Or of goblins or shoes?”’ You rose from your chair to hug him, and replied, “Father playing the violin. As we read to each other the dark stories of the North.”

“No, “What I love best,” Lotte said “Is when I'm asleep in my bed,” he whispered as you pulled away from the hug. “You sang like an angel, today (Y/N).” You walked over to your vanity again with Corin following behind you. “My father told me, he would send me an angel of music when he’s gone. He’s gone, Corin.” You whispered while looking at Corin, who was smiling at you. “I’ve been visited by the angel.” Corin laughed at your response and said, “No doubt, about it. You should change, I’m taking you to dinner.” You shook your head and rose from your chair. “I shouldn’t, the angel of music is strict.” Corin turned around and waved away before saying you should be ready in two minutes. You called out his name, but it was worthless as he closed the door, ignoring your pleas.

Sighing, you turned around to remove your dress and changed into a white cotton long-sleeve pajama dress with a white silk robe. As you were tying the robe, the lights from your room shut off. “Insolent boy, this slave of fashion! Basking in your glory.” a voice boomed inside your room, and you turned around to search for this voice, “This brave young suitor is sharing in my triumph!” You looked around your room and realized your angel was angry. Your heart began to beat quickly, and as your hands trembled by your side, you replied, “Angel, I hear you! Speak, I listen, stay by my side, guide me. Angel, my soul was weak. Forgive me, enter at last, master.” The room turned silent, until the voice boomed once more, “Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in the shadow I hide, look at your face in the mirror. I am there inside!” You looked in your standing mirror to see a tall pale man wearing a black outfit with a distinct white mask covering half of his face. “Angel of Music. My guide and guardian, please grant me your glory. No need to hide, come to me, strange angel.” You pleaded as you walked closer to the mirror. His hand went through the mirror as he stated, “I am your angel of music, come to me.” Corin had returned to get you, just to hear the man’s voice. He could hear the man pleading for you to enter through the mirror. Corin began to bang on the door and called out your name. However, you ignored Corin and focused on the man in front of you. With no hesitation, you placed your hand on top of his. The man pulled you through the mirror and began to guide you through the hallway that had arms holding candles to light your way. The light from the candles makes the appearance of your angel more visible. His slicked hair was black as coal; his skin was white as the snow, and his lips were red as roses. The mask covered the left side of his face, piquing your interest. “In sleep, you sang to me! In dreams, you came. You’re the voice that calls to me.” You said to him, as he was guiding you along the hallway, “Am I dreaming? For now, I find the Phantom of the Opera is here.” 

“Talk once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet, and though you turn from me, to look behind. The phantom is here.” The man spoke, before guiding you down the stone stairs leading down to the dungeon. “Those who have seen your face draw back in fear.” You said once more, as he led you to a boat. Carefully, he helped you sit on the boat as he led the boat. “It's me they hear, the phantom of the opera.” He said as you looked up to see him glancing down at you. “Come with me, my angel of music.” The boat slithered through the river, leading to a spiked gate that rose. Looking around the room, the river led to a slab of floor that was filled with covered mirrors placed in a specific order, candles, and a musical organ. He stopped the boat and got down to pick you up to place you on dry land. You didn’t say anything to him; instead, you began to look around from where you were standing. This was his underground lair.

“The night-time sharpens and heightens each of your sensations. The darkness stirs and wakes the imagination. Silently, your senses abandon their defenses.” The man said as he walked up the small steps the floor had, removing his cape and motioning you to follow him. “Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor. You could grasp it, and sense it. Turn your face away from the garish light of day; turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light.” He grabbed your arm to spin you and grabbed your waist. His gloved hands slowly crept up your soft curves, as your head lay against his shoulder. “Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before.” He whispered against your ear, his lips slowly hovering against your skin. “Close your eyes, and you'll live as you've never lived before. Let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight.” You closed your eyes, as you allowed him to lower your robe. “Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be. Only then can you belong to me.” He commanded as he turned you around, face to face, and you looked into his eyes. “Touch me, and trust me to savor each sensation! Let the dream begin; let your darker side give in. You alone can make my song take flight and help me make the music of the night.” Your left hand slowly touched his cheek, as you stared into each other's eyes. What does he mean, music of the night? Your eyes took in every facial feature he had, his sharp nose, sharp jaw, and the lingering touch of his hands against your waist. However, it was his eyes that captured you the most, his pale blue eyes shining from the candlelight nearby. The eyes that held memories, told stories, and most of all, showed his true intentions.

“Music of the night?” You asked as his eyes lowered, his fingers gazed up and down your back as he placed his forehead against yours. “Do you not want to make your angel of music happy?” He whispered, before laying his head against your shoulder. “Submit to your inner desires, my angel. Let us make the music of the night.” His hands cradled your face; you fixed your gaze on his lips as he tilted his face to lean forward. Closing your eyes, your lips touched his lips, and your hands landed on his shoulders. His hands slowly moved away from your face to place them on your hips; he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. His hands move to caress your butt, firmly grasping them. One of his hands moves underneath your thigh to hitch it against his hip; you broke the kiss and looked up at him in awe. With no struggle, he picked you up and took you to his bedroom. It was like a tunnel from the lair, the walls, and floors made of rock; but there lay a black wooden bed frame in the shape of a peacock. As if you were a doll, he laid you against the red velvet sheets and got on top of you. Your heart began to race, and your knees were wrapped around his hips. His right hand grabbed your wrists to pin them over your head, while his left hand began to swirl around your chest, playing with the buttons. His eyes looked up into yours, then he asked, “May I?” You took a shallow breath, before nodding yes.

“I want verbal consent.” He said in a cold tone. You cleared your throat and tried to find your voice, but after witnessing everything, it was hard. His hand tightened its grip against your wrist, and you whimpered, “Yes, you may. Please, my angel of music, please me, and I will please you.” His lips twitched a smile, as his left hand began to slowly button the front of your pajama dress. After the four buttons were opened, he raised his left hand to remove the glove with his teeth before lowering his left hand again. His soft hands slowly pushed away the fabric to reveal your breasts; his thin fingers swirled around them, as your breath sharpened. His eyes were focused on them, and then he lowered to kiss them softly. Biting your lip, your back arched as his lips attached to your nipple to lick them gently. Your voice began to crack when you felt his teeth slowly graze it, before pulling it. He let go, and his left hand began to lower down to your crotch to hike your dress. His fingers reached over to remove your undergarment and slid it down to your ankles. The cold air breeze against your skin, making you shiver; he looked at you and kissed your forehead. He let go of your wrists, but you stayed still, not knowing what to do next. He removed his other glove with his teeth, removed his coat, and began to unbutton his shirt. You saw minor scars from his chest but were too scared to comment on them. You didn’t want to upset him, in any way. His pale skin was bright from the light surrounding the room, and you could see his lean physique. Your eyes lowered to his pants but looked up when you heard a soft chuckle.

He leaned forward again to kiss your neck, his plump lips fluttering around to leave short kisses. Your hands were still stuck in position, making him smile; his hands grabbed your wrists, and he whispered, “You can touch me, it’s fine.” You nodded, and your hands began to touch his arms. You giggled softly as his lips left short kisses, then his lips began to lower to kiss your collarbone. His tongue swirled around the bone and left kisses, while his right hand shifted to hike your dress again. You gasped, as you felt his fingers circle your slit; you could feel his fingers going up and down, creating this unusual sensation. You tried to hold back your whimpers, until he said, “Do not hold back, my angel.” With his permission, you gasped and whimpered as he slowly entered a finger inside. Your hands grabbed the soft red velvet sheets, as the first finger curled inside you, making your eyes close. With caution, you felt another finger enter; you choked on your whimper and let out a loud mewl. He whispered a shush, as you could feel the pad of his thumb touch your nub, your legs consciously wrapped themselves tighter around his waist, and you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking your hips against his hand. He stopped kissing your collarbone, and instead laid his head against your chest to enjoy your sweet noises. Your left hand raked through his hair, as your right hand continued to grab the bed sheets. You could feel his fingers going in and out of you, creating a lewd sound as your juices began to leak.

“I…I feel…” You managed to breathe out, “M-my angel…” He shushed you again and continued to play around with your crotch. There was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that began to form, and you began to tighten around his fingers. Your legs began to move around with no control, your breathing began to get shallow, and you looked to your right to see him staring at you with his eyes slowly blinking. The feeling began to get stronger, and you couldn’t control the lewd noises you were making. Before you were able to hit the climax, he removed his fingers and placed them against your thighs. You were struggling to breathe from what was happening, and you looked at him with wide eyes. “W-why?” You choked out, your body was slowly shaking from what you were experiencing, and you wanted to feel it again. He raised himself and began to unbutton his pants, your eyes fixated on his crotch. You could see a clear tent from his pants. Could it be? Were you about to lose yourself to your angel of music? “I want us to give into our inner desires.” He said in a soothing tone, “Together, as one.” As his hands pushed down his pants, you looked to see his member, making you gasp. Your blood began to rush to your cheeks as he leaned forward to touch your cheek and caress it.

He grabbed your hips to pull you closer to him; your eyes widened as you felt him against your crotch. Your arms were on each side of your head, as he leaned forward to place his left hand next to your head, and placed his right hand with your left hand. “Now you are here with me, no second thoughts.” He whispered to you, as his right hand moved to grab his erection, “Have you decided?” Your eyes looked deep into his eyes and nodded. “I’ve decided.” You replied, “The past before no return.” He echoed back the phrase and smiled at you. You gasped as you felt him against your slit; his forehead lay against yours, as he slowly entered inside. You closed your eyes and began to take deep breaths. He groaned softly as he was fully inside; he didn’t move an inch as you were getting used to the strange yet pleasurable sensation. You could feel the pain beginning to dull, so you looked at him as a signal to move. He began to thrust inside you slowly and gently, making you moan. His right hand grabbed your left wrist as he began to form a rhythm. You saw, he closed his eyes and his face twisted in pleasure. His eyebrows furrowed, his lips parted, and his eyes sealed shut. Your voice echoed throughout the room as you could feel yourself losing to your inner dark desires. Your free right hand dug into his back, as he continued to rock his hips. Slowly, your hand grabbed the back of his head to pull him towards you, his eyes open to realize what you wanted. He leaned forward with his lips mere inches away from yours, a short pause to breathe in each other’s air before clashing them together. The kiss began to get rough as you felt your teeth clashing against his teeth, yet you wanted more.

Your hand never left the back of his head, until you broke the kiss to breathe. Still, he never lost his rhythm; rather, he began to quicken his pace. Looking at each other again, he let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around your torso to place you on his lap. His hands held the back of your thighs, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. This new angle made you let out a sweet little cry, which was music to his ears. Your left hand tangled into his hair as your right hand was placed on his shoulder, with your forehead touching his forehead. You could feel your body getting warmer and the familiar feeling was forming in the pit of your stomach. You flung your head back as the thrusts became deeper, and he was squeezing your thighs. Your legs wrapped around his torso and pulled him closer. He began to let out low, rough grunts as his thrusts began to falter. “M-my angel…” You said in a high voice, “I can feel…” He groaned before saying something you didn’t think you would hear. “M-Morpheus, your angel of m-music is named Morpheus.” He said in a raspy tone. You cried out his name, and your fingers began to dig deep into his back. “Morpheus, my stomach…” You whined, then you could feel his lips press against your collarbone to soothe you. Morpheus shushed you once more, as your legs began to shake. “Morpheus!” You screamed out, and the knot in your stomach burst. It was as if time slowed down for a moment, and your vision turned blurry. His thrusting turned sloppy until he too cried out, and you felt something pulsing inside you. You began to whimper from the stimulation, and Morpheus laid you down on the bed again, gently.

Your body shivered and you felt him slip out of you. Your eyes searched for him, but your eyes began to involuntarily close, and you tried to fight the urge. His voice echoed in your ears, “One love, one lifetime.” Your eyes shut, and you fell into a deep slumber. When Morpheus saw you fall into a deep slumber, he got off the bed to place the bedsheets on top of you and kissed your forehead after putting on his clothes again. You dreamt of nothing, and everything was silent. In fact, when you opened your eyes, you found yourself alone. Your stomach twisted because you thought he had left you forever alone until you heard soft music coming from the other room. You fixed the dress you had on and walked to the other room to see Morpheus playing around with the piano. With no rush, you walked over to him and placed your hands on his face. He leaned back in response to your touch, enjoying the touches. As your fingers lingered by his mask, you said, “Whose is the face in the mask?” When the mask was removed, he screamed as his hand covered his face, and shoved you to the ground. You hit the floor with your head hitting a piece of furniture. “Damn you, you prying Pandora!” Morpheus shouted as he walked away from you, he faced a mirror and removed the cover. “Now you can never be free!” You saw the left side of his face had a large scar that went from the chin up to his forehead. He began to walk around his lair while throwing down books and pages, screaming, “Curse you, can you even dare to look or think of me?” Your eyes began to fill with tears, as you rose from the ground. 

“This loathsome gargoyle who burns in Hell,” He cried out while covering his scarred face, “But secretly yearns for heaven…For…” Morpheus’ eyes flicker to you, as you raise your hand walking toward him. He began to walk backward until you whispered his name. Mere inches away from each other, you placed your hand against his hand that was covering his face. “Morpheus, my angel.” You whispered, as you softly tugged his hand away from his face. Morpheus stood still, as you tugged his hand completely off his face. His eyes lowered until you lifted his chin to look at you. “My angel of music.” You said to him in awe, “I see no demon in front of me. I see an angel.” Morpheus looked at you with disgust and huffed. “You’re lying. I am the demon of Hell.” He said in a monotone voice. You closed the gap between you two and cradled his face. “From what I’ve learned, demons were once fallen angels. Do you not agree that angels are beautiful?” You asked while caressing his scarred face, “To me, you’ll always be my angel of music.” Before you could kiss his lips, he pushed you away and grabbed his mask. 

Morpheus fixed the mask on his face and turned around to see you trying to blink back tears. “Come, we must return to the opera house; they’ll be looking for you.” He stated as he helped you down the lair steps. With a broken heart, you followed him into the boat and sat down. The ride back was quiet, as you wanted to express that you were now in love with your angel of music, despite his scars. When you reached the hallway, he held your hand; but it wasn’t a firm grasp as before. Before you slipped back into your room, you turned around to face Morpheus, your angel of music, for the final time. “When will I see you again?” You asked while looking at him. “You’ll see me soon.” He replied in a cold tone. Before you could lose your chance, you immediately kissed him on the lips and blurted out, “I love you, Morpheus, my angel of music.” Morpheus stood still from the kiss and cleared his throat. He nodded and kissed your forehead before leaving you behind. Your heart ached in pain, as you saw him leave. With sorrow, you entered your room and lay on your bed. “Oh, Morpheus.” You cried out as tears began to spill out, “I will always love you.” You hoped to see him once more, the angel of music, the phantom of the opera, and your lover. Until then, all you had were faint memories of that night to hold on to. Those memories were embedded in your mind, forever. Morpheus would return, as he promised. But the aftermath of his return was rather gruesome. The only thing left of his identity would be the kid he gave you, on that fateful night. A son named Pierre.

[artknifeandglue]

Fanfic ask game, if you would like to answer: D, E and F ❤️

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

Always is! A whole bunch of my fic titles are song titles/lyrics themselves, sometimes changed or edited slightly for for grammar/vibes. Usually, I've been listening to the song on repeat obsessively while I write the fic itself. See examples: the song that gave shadows, shadows its title; the song that yielded both you could have at least wished to live and what's left is merely sentiment; the inspiration for if i reached out my hand, could i catch you? in both format and content; the song where premise and lyrics and vibes came together to become the behemoth that is as shattered stars shine.

I'm not in the habit of making playlists much, though. It's an art form I never really picked up.

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

Honestly, most of my fics are complete as is (save for shadows, shadows, which I've been working on at a glacial pace ^^;), but if I had to pick one, I'd probably write something for as shattered stars shine. The adventures of Mephistopheles, I guess?

In a not-Kingsman-related answer, I've toyed with the idea of writing spin-offs of even so, someday, surely. There's so much lore in that universe that didn't make the final cut or is only just hinted at, and I'd love to explore that.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Blargh okay I'm going to cheat on this and put up two contenders! Both are from shadows, shadows, but one is in chapter 2 and the other is currently sitting in my drafts. Cut for brevity:

Excerpt #1: Chapter 2

“Bugger off, Harry, I’m not done with Merlin yet. You’ll get your turn.” Percival glares at Merlin, his side profile visible on camera, and it’s a miracle Merlin doesn’t shrivel up or catch fire, because that glare could kill. “No, it wouldn’t fucking have, but you don’t think we would have appreciated knowing that information earlier? What, did you not trust your agents?”

“If you really want an answer, Percival,” Merlin bites out, “then yes. I didn’t know if it was yet safe to inform you, and perhaps the world at large, that Harry wasn’t dead. If you want to make this about trust, then be my guest.”

“Of course it’s about trust, you bastard!” Percival roars, slamming his hand onto the Round Table. The loud noise makes Gareth jump, jostling the feed, and he fires off a quick message to Tristan through the glasses. Well, shit. “It’s always been about trust, that’s why we make every candidate shoot their fucking dog-”

The three-way argument between Harry, Merlin, and Percival! I think it does a pretty good job of establishing Harry's, Merlin's, and Percival's characters all at once by having them play off one another and also piss each other off. We also get Percival having a soft spot for Eggsy and looking out for him, which, hey, win!

Excerpt #2: Yet-unpublished chapter

"How are you feeling?”

“Great, Aish, thanks for asking. Maybe warn a bloke next time.”

“I told you the suit was flame-resistant! It’s not my fault you forgot!”

“It ain’t mine either!”

“Be that as it may,” Merlin rubs at the back of his neck, looking like he would rather be anywhere else, “kindly avoid a repeat in future.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll ask a bunch of torture-happy mobsters to hold off the kerosene, that’ll stop them!” Eggsy splutters.

“Not the fire,” Merlin says pointedly, “the jumping into rivers in midwinter.”

“Again, I was on fire.” Eggsy throws his hands up in the air. “What part of that wasn’t clear?

Still unpolished, but I like the idea of Eggsy continuing the Galahad tradition of giving Merlin stress headaches. That, and I love being able to set up little background characters for everyone to interact with so we see just how much chaos the Kingsmen get up to (and that they're not the only ones doing this).

[the-force-awakens]

For the fic asks, 5, 29 for your Poe/Volya fics, and 37

!!! Ah, thank you!! *rubs my hands together gleefully* my time to shine, I love talking about these two

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

I feel like every single question I've ever wanted to be asked about Poe and Volya just like - flew right out of my head, lol. I contemplated something about their Force connection but I don't actually think I've included it yet in any of the fics I've posted to ao3, so I'm gonna go with something involving the "bad au" once again, cos it's something that jumped out to me when I was reading the tlj era fics back to back: the difference in when Poe and Volya both think something's changed between them, and why.

In my hand was the one you reached for, Poe mentions in his internal dialogue that something changed between them aboard the Raddus (which I think is reinforced in an earlier one-shot that @dameronalone wrote) during the events of tlj, but in the fic that's pretty much a direct sequel to that, if we got nothing we got us, which takes place from Volya's POV, she thinks that their relationship shifted after he made it back from Jakku and the Finalizer.

And I think that makes a lot of sense, 'cos although we definitely haven't touched on that specific era yet from Volya's POV yet, the days Poe is missing absolutely are what makes Voy in this verse realize just how much she loves him and just what she's been risking trying to hide that. Unfortunately, her crash course in "fuck I can't lose him, I love him too much for that and he doesn't even know it" gets a follow-up grade in tlj when they get put on separate transports during the evac to Crait....cos I'm. extremely evil.

And then of course, for Poe - they haven't really had the time to *stop* since he got back, until the Raddus, for better or worse (but mostly for worse), so I think that's the first stretch of time that he's actually had where he can notice something has changed for Volya that makes her a lot more open with her feelings than before, and ergo that their relationship has shifted because of it.

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want!

I mean I have a couple of generalized poelya playlists already to be quite honest - their regular one, and one specifically for the aforementioned bad au. And one somewhere that's specifically songs I think Volya would put in a playlist that remind her of Poe.

But.....the two songs that are just simply put the most Volya/Poe to me, to the point that they could really fit any fic I've written for them, is About Love by Marina and Storm by Ruelle. Their relationship is (obviously) very much inspired by my big ole feelings for Poe, so Poe's pretty much the first/only person Volya's also had big ole feelings for, and I think these songs really capture the "oh shit this is my one exception and oh man what do i do with all these FEELINGS" that Volya constantly feels around him:

… Started in the strangest way Didn't see it coming Swept up in your hurricane Wouldn't give it up for nothing Now I'm all caught up in the highs and the lows It's a shock to my system I don't wanna run away so I stay [About Love]

&

I am caught off guard by you Like a wave I'm pulled into It's a feeling I can't fight Like a wildfire deep inside You're taking my heart by storm I'm lost in your love (lost in your love) I can't hold back any more I'm lost in your love (lost in your love) [Storm]

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

Okay, my first thought was not actually a Star Wars fic - although there's definitely some fics of mine there that I wish got more traction, and it'd be nice if my poelya ones got a leetol more attention but I'm also not terribly bothered by that because hey I'm writing for myself and my friends and it's fun - it was a crossover Spidey/Moon Knight fic that I wrote in 2022.

Just...maybe not the crossover you were expecting. I had finished replaying Spider-Man PS4, I think, and I was like....this would work really well for a crossover with Moon Knight. It ended up being a blend of the television show and the early Mackay run before I quit reading. It definitely got a little bit of attention, but mostly just of folks wanting a continuation, which I had no plans for. But it's definitely still one of my favorite fics I've written - writing for Peter really is just so much fun.

fic writer asks?

[zordonmlw7]

Super Mario Bros Movie Trilogy Theories

Second movie is called Super Mario World and is about Bowser enlisting the Koopalings to strike several locations around the world at once, necessitating the team go on a globe trotting adventure to stop them.

Peach enlists the help of another powerful warrior and Ally to the Mushroom Kingdom: Princess Daisy, who Luigi immediately falls for (because of course he needs to be straight :/)

Mario tries to convince him not to go for it because she's a princess, causing Luigi to casually drop that he dated Mayor Pauline during their argument.

Much of the plot is dedicated to Mario raising the Yoshi that hatched from the egg he found and refusing to let it participate in the action because he wants to protect it.

B-plot is dedicated to Bowser Jr. feeling left out because all his siblings were entrusted with a mission but him, causing him to forcibly insert himself into Bowser's plan.

After stopping all 7 Koopalings, they think they've saved all the Macguffins... Until they find out the Bowser had a second plan simultaneously in motion all along - stealing the ULTIMATE Macguffin from... The real world's moon!

While in the real world, Peach gets distracted by seeing all the other humans, causing her to wonder about her own origins.

The group manages to intercept the clown rocket the Koopalings were taking to join up with Bowser on the moon but the Koopalings escape... Sans Mario with some help from Yoshi.

Despite Yoshi being the entire reason Mario was able to board the shop and still have a shot of saving the day, Mario still scolds it for jumping into the action.

Once on the moon, Mario tries to stop Bowser on his own until their fight is interrupted completely by Bowser Jr, who takes the power of the MacGuffin and uses it to take it out on Mario AND Bowser. Seeing Bowser Jr rant about how he never got a chance to shine under Bowser causes Mario to rethink things with Yoshi.

Finally embracing Yoshi's willingness to help, the two of them united are able to stop Bowser Jr and in the process, launch Bowser deep into space, serving as a sequel hook for the third movie.

Third Movie is called Super Mario Galaxy and focuses on the Mario Bros and Yoshi exploring space in search of Bowser.

Peach is absent from this one as she explores the real world in search of answers from her past. Yes this sounds rad as hell and deserves to be its own movie. No it's not going to be explored unless the third movie is SUCH a blockbuster they get the backing to release a Peach themed spinoff movie.

This movie introduces Rosalina and most of the movie is about the Bros getting to know her and learning her backstory.

This movie expands on the singular song the first movie had by making this movie entirely a musical. Clearly this is all just a set up so Rosalina can get a musical number that is not so subtly inspired by Let it Go which is ironic as hell because Rosalina predates Elsa by a good 6 years but like WHAT EVER.

The Mario Face Ship shows up and in this movie was invented by Dr. E Gadd for whatever reason.

Aside from Rosalina this movie is not gonna have as good a plot and hopefully the bad reviews will convince the powers that be to not overstay their welcome with Mario movies and try to pump one out every year like with Marvel.

Plots gonna suck but they WILL go ham on the space exploration sequences with beautiful scenes of galaxies chocked full of references to so much Mario lore that will only be on screen for 2 seconds max because they're montages and they need to move on.

[critdeeznuts]

FNAF MOVIE FUCKING THOUGHTS SPOIEKRS SPOILEET SPOILERSSS love my british privileges for getting me this movie early.

FUCK OUGUSYAGUSGHG

so bad it’s good. camp camp camp. SO GOODDFFD

THE PURTTRO THE OUTTO SONG GODD

FUCKING CRIED AT THE END OUGHHHUGGU AUTISTICALLY SO FULLL OF EMOTIONS

“I always come back” YES. UES. YES. YES. YES.

SEQUEL WHEN SEQUEL WHENNN

william afton after killing his daughter in every adaptation

FOXY THE FIRST ANIMATRONIC WE SEEE OUGHIHGHH MY FAVIEEEEEEE

matpat cameo had me SCREAMING. ITS JUST A THEORYYYYY

balloon boy actually had me laughing so hard every jumpscare

THE FUCKING LORE AT THE END OF THE CREDITS OMLMATPAT GET ON THIS SHIT. THEORISE YOU BITCH

i’m so autistic about this movie. don’t talk to me.

springtrap. my favie

CRYING CHILD GOT A NAME. FUCKING GARRETT

so mad they didn’t keep the aftons british but it’s understandable now we know that movie vanny is movie williams daughter

mike after being the most uncomfortable most unliked man in the entire world throughout the entire movie. he’s just like me fr

CORY!!! CORY GOT A POSTCREDITS SCENE IM SO PROUD OF HIM!!!!!

THEY TRUED MAKING ABBY INTO BABY OH MY GODDDD I WAS SO FUCKING HYPED. I WAS SO HYPED. BABY MY BELOVED

THE INSPIRATION FROM THE SCOOPING ROOM IMMEDIATELYYYY HAD ME SQUEALING i love sisster location sm okay.

the sibling bond was nice. the whole “older brother trying with his younger sister he just doesn’t know how to connect to” RLLY did shine thru

also i did fully think abby was autistic and not actually haunted for the first half of the movie. she can be both tho! #AUTISM4EVER

THE GOLDEN FREDDY HINTS. DONT THINK I DIDNT SEE THE “it’s me” ON THE MIRROR.

[did-i-do-this-write]

For a fun WIP question, perhaps discuss your inspirations and how much your stories have diverted from them or in what ways they take from them.

Sarah shared that their original idea was based on Of Monsters and Men's first album, but it was very different. It was only focused on two characters and a lot of the original concepts are gone now. They think the character names might be the only thing that has stayed the same after all this time. Sarah said, and I quote "they've grown up after all this time! They are worse people."

They think this comes from them growing as a writer and being able to get past the "good guy v. bad guy" dichotomy and adding nuance to a character's actions and motivations.

Sarah's series, The Fall, started as one book but is now a 6 book series.

Madie said that her original idea was "Oh, pirates. I wanna make pirate story" 😂 she was inspired by the song Wonderland by ATEEZ. It's changed a lot over the years. Some of the characters have stayed the same at their core, but a lot of the plot has changed. It went from being a stand alone book, but it has also grown into a 6 book series with a sequel series planned.

Mine was actually an off-shoot of an AU fic I wrote when I was 15 in which the characters are transported to all kinds of different dimensions and one of the dimensions was a rough version of the Paragon world. And it grew a lot when I realized I was writing a more interesting story within my story :D

(Sarah is @harps-for-days)

This ask motivated me to write 149 words for Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest.

Experiment Total: 74,266

[rubyvroom]

Let me tell you something. I feel it is important for your life education to know about Detachable Penis, if you do not already.

The first thing you need to understand about the 90′s is that this song played on the radio. Even out in Bumfuck Nowhere where I grew up. If you had an alternative or college station in range you would have heard it frequently. For a while in the 90s, an oddball spoken word stoner track by an avante-guard rock band with a poet frontman could get regular airplay just because it was funny and it made you sing “detachable penis” to yourself the entire rest of the day. 

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis was missing again. This happens all the time. It's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble, Or I can rent it out, when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it.

Our hero spends the rest of the song looking for his missing penis while sounding only mildly put out about it, and the listener is inspired to think about the pros and cons of having a detachable penis. (Which leads inevitably to other thoughts, such as, of course, detachable titties. Someone make the sequel please.) These were highly unusual ponderings for a genre still very much concerned with hyper-masculinity and misogyny. Gender introspection in my radio hit? It’s more likely than you think! (Not much, but still.)

In the late 80s-early 90s, before Nirvana exploded and grunge became marketable, rock radio was flailing around for a direction. Hair bands were dying out and nothing was replacing them. In this window of time the College Radio format had its time to shine - a smorgasboard of bits and pieces of things that sound cool fished out of the Our Band Could Be Your Life mileau of independent label groups. Everyone figured one of these oddities would blow up into the Next Big Thing, and everyone wanted to find it first. So at this time you got some genuinely strange stuff into the mainstream, with pretty risky endeavors given major label record deals and even videos onto MTV.

King Missile, meanwhile, was on their Fifth album and Second lineup by the time this song hit the airwaves, and it both made and broke the band -- a wave of fans jumped aboard that wanted to hear Detachable Penis and absolutely nothing else. Things got weird for everyone and the lead singer ended up quitting music and going to law school for awhile for much of the rest of the decade, before showing up again with the Third, and then Fourth, incarnation of King Missile, no longer remotely interested in radio airplay, sales, or major labels. In that they have the same trajectory of a lot of bands of this time, like Butthole Surfers, that made one big hit on a major label that proved to be an aberration in a long career of weird music. In nearly all these cases the band itself quickly faded from memory, but the song lingers on, and if you play Detachable Penis for a Generation Xer of any stripe they will quickly perk up and start nodding their head.

Anyway here’s one more track from King Missile circa 1987, well before Detachable Penis - it has a much more haphazard backing track, and is a little less friendly to your ears, but is overall some good funny commie stick it to the man stuff. It’s called Take Stuff From Work.

[aceoffangirls]

3 Things ask: 3, 6, 21. Have a great day! ^^

3. 3 songs that mean something to you

Why am I like this? - Orla Gartland

I just relate to it idk what else to say

2. People Watching - Conan Gray

Again I relate to it and it is such a hopeless romantic aroace vibe

3. not your fault (hey you) - yaewow

One of my friends introduced me to this song and I had previous just been through a really messy and hurtful friendship break up/collapse (basically fake friends and hurtful text messages) but it helped me realise that is wasn't my fault and that i didn't do anything wrong.

6. 3 characters that inspire you

I actually am not 100% but will give it my best shot

Steve Rogers (aka captain america) (MCU)

I just love the idea how he was a little man and how it was all about a good man not a solider. I am not like pro war or american or whatnot but liked how he was like "i don't like bullies, i don't care where they are from"

2. Leslie Knope (Parks and Rec)

She kinda makes me want to go into politics. But I just love how she was able to remain strong and smart while still being incredibly caring and goofy.

3. Samwise Gamgee (LOTR)

Im just gonna leave this quote here:

"It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going, because they were holding on to something. That there is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for."

21. 3 things you are the most passionate about

Human Rights

Just like in general, there are so many issues throughout the world that need to be worked on. Refugees, LGBTQIA+, Women, those with disabilities and struggle to access healthcare, POC and the indigenous and first nations people of countries. I am trying to generalise it all into one passion but I think there are just so many people not getting their human rights met, in all countries of the world. I want to try and make a difference in the world.

2. My fandoms

If you get me started talking about star wars (from the sequels ruining ankins sacrifice to just Anakin Skywalker in general to how you view him is based on aspects such as fate and destiny) , miraculous ladybug, percy jackson, the medoran chronicles, The 100, Scooby Doo (about how everyone in the scooby gang is 🏳️‍🌈) etc, I will not stop talking about it.

3. Travel and exploring the world

Considering I have never even left Australia, I just really want to travel the world. I want to go everywhere and see everything. Experience things outside of my comfort zone and learn about other cultures.

[say-ulalalala]

Warrior - Li Yong | Her Elegant Criminal

Rating: T (implied toxic relationship)

Word count: 206

Summary: Li Yong knows well that Mai Ling is bad for him. He tries to get away from her, but every time he does, he gets dragged back into her. And being brainwashed, all he can do is nod.

A songfic inspired by the song "Criminal" by soloist and Shinee member Taemin

A/N: the moment i first listened to this song i KNEW it was giving li yong vibes bc of the lyrics!! i'm also planning to write a multi-chapter fic as an indirect sequel to this (since i wanted this to be centered on li yong) but yeah i guess that's it??

anyways this was vv fun to write and i hope you enjoy reading this!!

ALSOO idk if any of you saw one of my latest posts but i changed my url!! i figured the previous one was too long so i swapped it with something a lil shorter :>

Cross-posted from AO3

Li Yong knows well that Mai Ling is bad for him. He tries to get away from her, but every time he does, he gets dragged back into her. And being brainwashed, all he can do is nod.

***

“I don’t want to deny the truth. It was destined to be her from the beginning.”

“Or is she?” Kong Pak retorts. “Li Yong, she is dangerous for you. You know that.”

Li Yong nodded his head in agreement. He knew that the moment he fell for her, was the end of his innocence. Behind Mai Ling’s childlike, innocent face, there is a frightening side to her - one that gives Li Yong goosebumps.

But he doesn’t hate how her words make his feet entangled and dance. His heart with an open wound is already full of her fingerprints ; his hands holding hers that stabbed him are not clean either.

Kong Pak then lets out a sigh. “Open your eyes. Her ambition has cost many innocent lives, and unless you stop her, it will continue to hurt many more. Yes, she is certainly driven and ambitious- but she is not as clever as she thinks she is.”

“Sounds like I need to have a talk with her.”

“You should.”

tags: @bleep-blop-lizard-hop @nyctophilic0vitnir (please lmk via dms if you want to be untagged!)

[identitypacks]

Hobby suggestions for Atlas

Already established hobbies: Rhythm games and Volleyball.

Ideas: Hobbies similar to the above ones, some linking to stars and the sky.

Disclaimers: We have not played every game recommended in the games section, if there are any 'deeply problematic' ones please let me know. Remember you do not need to do or enjoy everything on this list, these are suggestions.

All suggestions are under the cut!

Hobbies similar to Rythm Games

Other video games

If you like rhythm games you may also like games that involve quick time events (pressing buttons in quick succession to determine the outcome of an event). Some games like these include:

Resident Evil 4 | It's a horror game rated M and is focused around zombies. Here is a list of trigger warnings.

The Last of Us | An action/adventure game set in the apocalypse. Here is a list of trigger warnings.

Yakuza 0 | An action/adventure and 'beat them up' game about the Yakuza, it is rated mature. Here is a list of trigger warnings.

You may also enjoy more relaxing and story based games, especially ones that have a music theme. Some games include:

Shining Song Starnova | A visual novel about idols, unsure of the exact rating but it is stated to include mature themes. Unable to find a trigger warning list. It also has a business simulator sequel.

Off day | A point and click adventure novel about appreciating the small things in life. I can't find an exact trigger warning list, but the page mentions depression and swearing.

Music and related hobbies

I found that rhythm games inspired me to try out some music related hobbies! Here are some ones you can do quite easily (and for free in some cases).

Try and instrument | Before buying one that you don't know if you will stick with, you can try using a digital alternative. For example, there's many apps that allow you to play the piano for free, you could try learning a song on that you like on it.

Music producing | Again this would be an expensive hobby, so think carefully before making any purchases of music software. However you can get Ableton free for free for 30 days.

Making playlists | I don't know if this would entirely class as a hobby, but we take great joy in making playlists and sorting music for all sorts of things including: Alters, daydreams, kins, characters, ships, interests, ect. You can use most music streaming software for this, and you could even download music and sort that.

Learn music theory | This will depend on how academic you are, but there are free apps and videos that can teach you about music theory and how music is made. This doesn't mean you have to make music, but learning about it can be fun.

Learn a dance from a song you enjoy | If you play rythm games like project sekai, then there's a chance there will be a dance, or maybe an unofficial dance cover that someone else has done. This could also link into sports.

Hobbies similar to Volleyball

Other sports

Some sports that are listed as being similar to volleyball are:

Badmington (based on the swing)

Tennis (based on swing)

Soccer (Specifically quaterback position)

You could also learn other forms of volleyball that are different to the one you do.

Health and athleticism

Building up strength and stamina may help with improving your volleyball skills, so I could also reccomend:

Going to the gym and/or exercising at home | Some exercises you can do specifically to improve are linked here, however if you don't want to do them for any reason then the gym has a lot of equipment for you to experiment on. You can also do these exercises at home incase going to the gym isn't doable for any reason.

Running, jogging or walking | You may not be able to run every day, but even a brief moment outside can help with improving your mood.

Hobbies that link to the stars and sky

Hobbies

Star and cloud gazing | This is a good way to relax outside (or even inside), you don't have to invest in anything. There's a few apps that can tell you about the stars you're looking at. This is also fun to do as a system and/or with friends, as your opinions will probably vary.

Learn about astronomy | This could be a very outdoor based or indoor based for you, depending on how you feel. You can read books or take trips and go outside to see the stars.

Learn about the zodiac | This may depend on how you feel about spirituality and the zodiac in general, but we find it interesting to learn about (even if we don't necessarily believe in it)

[pushovermediacritic]

I was tagged for this meme by @tobiasdrake, but it got too long so I'm making a separate post.

Last Song: Bridge of Life by P!nk, from the Happy Feet 2 soundtrack:

Hot take, I think Happy Feet 2 is better than Happy Feet 1. There are some lower lows, but it has higher highs. Erik's big moment, the krill subplot, and the songs are all great. And the way dancing is justified as the solution to the problem makes much more sense than in 1.

Favorite Color: Blue. Always has been, always will be. The ocean, sky, the walls of my goddamn bedroom. I love blue.

Last Book: I recently read 5 random graphic novels from the library. Some were okay, some kinda sucked.

The Heart Hunter had an okay premise but the paneling was terrible and the writing was unbearably corny, using every "heart" idiom literally. Like "this character is honest and has high empathy, so they literally wear their bleeding heart on their sleeve". Shit like that, all over the place.

The Black Mage had better paneling but even worse writing. It was trying to do an anti-racist take on Harry Potter, but with 10,000 more anime references and no sense of subtlety or how to write a mystery. Like, the main character is the only black wizard at a white wizard school, and he meets the headmaster who is literally in KKK robes, then later he meets the ghost of Harriet Tubman who tells him that this school used to be a base for the KKK and he's like "wow, that's horrible", and I'm like HOW DID YOU NOT CATCH ON BEFORE NOW?! There's a whole mystery about why he was admitted to the school and one of the teachers mentions, for the first time, the mandatory school "ritual" all the students have to attend, then a few pages later it's revealed the ritual is sacrificing him to power the school.

Legend was pretty good. A classic "fight the corrupt government" thing with an actually well-written mystery to solve. Though the plot twist regarding the plague had me doing a triple-take because of how much it reminded me of COVID conspiracy theories, until I looked it up and learned this graphic novel came out in 2015 and any relation to COVID is purely a coincidence.

By Night was okay. Good writing, but the story was pretty slow and weak. It felt like it really wanted me asking questions about all the mysteries it was setting up, but like almost all the mysteries were answered already, or could be extrapolated from existing information easily. And the other world clearly has some sort of government and politics, but it doesn't feel like it, it feels like an empty fantasyland. Too much telling, not enough showing.

Constantine: Distorted Illusions was pretty good. A look at John Constantine's teenage years as a rebellious youth. The paneling was solid and the writing had a good sense of realism. The plot was a little bare-bones, but it had some cool moments. Great art and character designs.

Last Movie: Dr Sleep, the sequel to The Shining. I liked it. It was very "Stephen King", but I thought it was an interesting direction to take the story and it worked well as an action-horror movie in contrast with the first movie being straight horror. In that aspect, it reminded me of the transition from Alien to Aliens. I reject the complaints that the girl being super-powerful made her a Mary Sue. Like yeah, she's strong, but her power is literally the MacGuffin, she's got a distinctive personality and character arc, and she doesn't solve all the problems. Hell, she hardly solves any problems, she mainly just plays support for the adults so they can solve the problems.

Last TV Show: The last episode I watched was for Dragon Ball Daima, but I'd put Dandadan here, since I binged all the episodes that were out a week or so ago. It's good shit. Weird but good, you can see the DNA of Chainsaw Man in it, and some distant inspiration from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. The running scene set to a remix of the William Tell Overture had my jaw on the floor.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory, all the way. In fact, I took a food class in college and had to report everything I ate, and it turns out I eat too much protein and not enough carbs. Ever since then, I've been trying to increase my sugar intake, but that's hard to do since I don't really like fruit.

Relationship Status: Single and lonely.

Last Thing I Googled: The last thing I Googled on Ecosia was "dortitos" because I was looking for the meme that went like "to. open. dortitos. bag.". Unfortunately, search engines suck now and no amount of quotes or pluses will make them search for "dortitos" instead of auto-correcting it to "doritos", so I couldn't find the meme.

Current Obsessions: Dragon Ball and One Piece are eternal, but Daima has definitely re-sparked interest in Dragon Ball. I don't know if I really have a "current" obsession, like right now, though.

Tagging: @unnounblr