#this was fun while also heartbreaking to write omg

[luvmake]

I’m new and I already love ur prompts💕💕😭 can u pls write some couple argument prompts 🙏🏾 with dialogue too, if u see this THANK YOU QUEEN🥰

❝CAN WE FIX IT?❞

tag when used so I can see your work! <3

— "I hate this distance you're keeping between us!"

— "Why are you asking so many questions? You're acting like a child."

— "I don't want to see you!" "You can't be serious."

— "I've been the only one putting effort into this relationship."

— "Don't you dare give me another one of your useless excuses."

— "I need you! Where have you been the times I needed you?"

— "You don't answer my texts or calls, how could I not be suspicious?" "No, you just don't trust me enough!"

— "Be honest with me...do you still feel anything for me?"

— "Of course I care for us!" "You certainly don't seem like it."

— "I have done nothing but be patient with you!"

— "Glad to know I'm the least important thing in your life right now."

— "What do you want from me? To throw away all I've worked for?" "All I'm asking for is your time."

— "Stop pushing me aside!"

— "I think...I think we need a break." "No! Baby, we can fix this, please."

— "You're always so dramatic, I'm sick of it!" "And I'm sick of you constantly belittling my feelings!"

— "I just need space." "Sure, go ahead and continue avoiding me."

— "This silence is tearing me apart, don't you get that?"

— A seeing B starting to tear up, and that shatters their angry resolve. A takes small steps towards them and motions to cup B's face, but A's heart shatters even more when B steps away from them.

— "You haven't the faintest clue of how alone I've felt."

— "I just wish you'd spend more time with me." "You know I have more important things to do than to be around here all the time!"

— "I don't think this will work out." "Don't, don't say that..."

— "Being petty will get us nowhere." "We weren't getting anywhere to begin with."

— "I love you still, you know?" "Well, then start acting like it."

— "I told you I needed time." "You don't even have to let me in, but please, just listen to me."

— "Those are my friends, what was I supposed to do?" "Defend me!"

— "All I do these days is sit around and wait for you like an idiot!"

— "You really think I don't love you anymore?"

— "I think I'm losing the right to call you mine."

— "You always play the victim card! Do you ever stop and think how I feel?"

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[nightcolorz]

Prompt: for whatever reason (cursed object, vengeful witch, wrong wish to a djin, whatever) Armand is human and his memories are only until the point where he got the mortal wound

He doesn't remember ever being a vampire, now he is in a strange place where strange magical things are everywhere (the elevator, the TV, cars, the blender...) and he doesn't know how he got here, doesn't recognise the strange old looking man nor does he understand his language but it is clear to him that he is like the Master

He is confused and scared but the man who is like the Master seems kind and he looks at him with love on his lilac eyes, he is very confused when the man doesn't respond to his advances and fears he'll be put out in the streets to fend for himself in this strange land so he tries extra hard to seduce the stranger

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT I NEED THIS FIC!!!

I loooveee fic concepts like this. Human Armand (Amadeo) is also like, so much of a different character than *The Vampire Armand*. Armand is incredibly resigned and self victimizing and weak willed, and Amadeo is a bad bitch who takes no shit. This little shit mocks the millennia yr old vampire to his face while he actively is beating the shit out of him + could rlly kill him, throws an ax through said millennia yr old vampires door cuz he’s been a dick to him, tells the performers at the party that Marius is killing people at to play funeral music as he dances around them, is a super athletic actually and a very skilled swordsman who won in a fencing battle against his violent ex to save his brothers (Assad zamans impressive pecks r character accurate believe it or not), responds to sexual harassment and rape threats by laughing in their faces, etc etc I could go on. My point is, I think it would be such a fun and interesting ride for Daniel to meet Amadeo, an armand who was still incredibly traumatized but hadn’t yet had his strength and agency cult indoctrinated out of him.

what’s interesting too is that Amadeo has experience with being thrust into a strange technologically advanced world full of perceived magic and devils work, that’s how he thought of Venice when he was sold there, and I think he would be able to adapt to it unusually well considering his situation. I could see an Amadeo equivalent of Armand’s technology explorations and blender experiments happening 100%. And he would 1000%% attach himself to Daniel and get weird and panicky over it. The idea of him trying to seduce Daniel to get himself security and failing bcus Daniel doesnt want to have sex with someone in such a vulnerable position and neither of them r either to communicate their perspective is heartbreaking 😭 but so character accurate. I imagine Amadeo would be confused by Daniel is refusing his offer of sex but still taking care of him and offering him shelter. He’s probably anxious as hell waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Sooooo much potential here!!! Anon I rlly hope u write this cuz omg!!

[neverwalka1one]

I got to see Wicked last night, and whoo boy I have thoughts. Cut for spoilers, you've been warned.

I'm looking forward to seeing the 'Good News' song at the end of the second movie - Glinda already looked conflicted about the Giant Elphie Effigy (good lord those munchkins work fast)

Also, I thought the movie highlighted better that those in Munchkinland knew Elphaba her whole life, and this is still how hard they bought in to the propaganda.

The little hint that Glinda's bubble is all mechanics. Chef's kiss.

Glinda's bubble has a Designated Landing Place. Just. Consider all that implies, with Glinda having been until very recently the Wizard's goodwill ambassador.

'Take it away' will never not be heartbreaking. Also, of course Elphaba is going to grow up a fierce defender of animal rights, she was raised by a talking animal, and that bear was the only one to be kind to her consistently through her childhood. Dafuq.

Baby!Nessa!Rose's little meeps. Just. I died.

'Oh, they're going to miss me.' Galinda I love you you ridiculous gal.

I like this twist on why Elphaba was at Shiz. I loved the way she so desperately wanted to go, but couldn't ask for herself. I loved her trying to defend Nessa Rose's independence... and then still being blamed for stifling her. Excellent.

Also did y'all see the picture of the animals behind the cracked and fallen fresco of the Wizard in that scene? Foreshadowing my beloved.

Galinda writing a little 'it's great' card put on top of the saddest pile of bedding you've ever seen.

'What is this Feeling?' omfg. I loved Elphaba putting her foot down about the roommate situation.

I also liked that they moved Elphaba's talk with Dr. Dillamond off-campus. It makes more sense that this status-quo challenging talk would be done away from the powers that be.

Also it sets up Fiyero running into Elphaba (literally) better, and omfg. I love that horse, he's great, more horse in the second movie please.

Omg Galinda flirting. And Fiyero flirting back, but Galinda (and Elphaba) missing that at that point Fiyero was flirting with pretty much everyone because hey, it's fun, it's easy, and it works.

On that note, Fiyero flirting successfully with the librarian. <3

The whole Ozdust scene. All of it. The outfits, the dancing, the prolonged social anxiety/social embarrassment. The way Elphaba refuses to show she's been hurt. The way Galinda finally understands that. THE DANCE APOLOGY.

I did find it a little weird that one of the only lines cut from the musical was the 'Lemons and melons and pears. Oh my' bit between Boc and Nessa Rose.

Also can we talk about how excellent Jonathan Bailey is as Fiyero?

'Popular' is, as always, fantastic. And highlights just how good Galinda is going to be at the politics of this world.

'That might be your secret, but that doesn't make it the truth' AUGH GALINDA just rip out my heart why don't you.

I liked that when Elphaba rescues the lion cub, she's more restrained/talented than in the beginning of the movie. It makes sense, she's been learning all this time.

THE BIKES. THE LION CUB IN THE BIKE BASKET. THE WIZARD OF OZ CALLBACK. LOVE.

The mushroom things during 'I'm Not That Girl', idk what those were but they were so so pretty lord I love the world-building.

That scene of Nessa Rose, Boc, Galinda, and Fiyero all together, and Elphaba on the outside in the dark. Fiyero looking out over the courtyard as he's being pulled away. Augh, all of it.

The way the students turned on a dime the second Elphaba got that invitation.

That. Train. Steampunk my beloved.

Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth getting singing roles, YES, THANK YOU, that was such a great surprise, I was squeaking like bebe Nessa Rose.

On the flip side... sigh. I called it. Jeff Goldblum was... very Jeff Goldblum. That guy, while a lot of fun, is the exact same character in pretty much everything he's been in for the last few years. I still think that casting was a mistake. Hear me out: The original Wizard was Joel Grey. Joel Grey was also the Emcee in Cabaret. ... so tell me it wouldn't both be great casting and an awesome call back to have casted Alan Cumming as the Wizard. I can't have everything I guess.

Also, and it might be just me/the effects of a late night screening, but when Elphaba and Galinda are walking into the palace, with the doors slamming behind them, and there's a scene with the torchlit hall behind them? Didn't the fire look like how the flames in the original Wizard of Oz movie looked? Just sort of... fuzzier and blurred than how film tends to pick up fire these days? It might have just been me.

Also this movie does have a bit of the Les Mis problem - you've got some cast members with serious vocal chops... and theeeeeen there's the ones that... tried hard. Great actors every single one, but would it have killed the director to find people for those roles that could match vocally as well? This movie doesn't need big names. We're not going for the big names, people.

I liked how the movie explained better why the Wizard not being able to read from the Grimorie was such a big deal.

The monkeys. Oh, the flying monkeys. Also the scene of Madam Morrible framed by flying monkeys. Thanks for breaking my heart.

'Defying Gravity'. All of it. Every bit of it. Holy. Shit. Holyshit. HOLY. SHIT.

So yeah, I'm going to have to see it eleventy-billion more times before it leaves theaters.

[reasonsmandy]

Silver Springs

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by @navia3000 — hi hi hi!!! i’m OBSESSED with your writing and i was wondering if you could write an eddie x reader story for me! i thought of this in the shower, but basically, reader is the bassist of the band and has been in love with eddie for a long time, but eddie is in love with camila. everyone knows she’s madly in love with him, but he doesn’t seem to realize it. after cami and eddie get together that one night at the bar, and then when they’re talking at the party, reader overhears the whole thing and is really upset because camila and her are very close and she knew that reader loved eddie. camila walks back to the party but sees reader standing there and realizes she heard everything. reader gets mad and stops talking to both eddie and cami, just ignoring them every time they’re around. it gets to the point where cami gets fed up and says some mean stuff to reader about eddie not wanting her in front of everyone else. reader packs her stuff and leaves the band without saying anything, basically just pulls a houdini. some time later, the band is at a festival and the band performing before them is the reader’s and she’s the lead singer, and they realize it’s her and are like omg. reader sings her hit song silver springs (og by fleetwood mac but im pretending its reader’s song) and it’s obvi about eddie. she sings it while staring at him just like stevie does lindsey. and you can end it however you want. i know this is really long and im sorry 😭 i just love your writing and wanna see how you do this. thank youuuu :))

✧.* summary — a fic based on Silver Springs by fleetwood mac

✧.* warnings — Camila being a jerk :(((

✧.* word count — 3.2k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — This was soooo fun to write, I'm just obsessed with this song

Love is fucked up, and you were living the worst of it since you fell in love with Eddie Roundtree. Of course, it's not about every type of love, but you knew very well that there is nothing as painful as unreciprocated love. It was like being slowly consumed by a feeling that will always be there, and there's nothing you can do to make it stop.

When you guys decided to move to follow the band's dream, it wasn't an easy decision, you were scared to death that you were making the wrong decision but there was comfort in doing it with those you were close to. Now that you were having the chance to create a new album, you felt like it was time for you to grow up in a big way.

The work had been difficult, you spent a lot of time in the studio recording again and again, and only being done when it was perfect. And despite the regrets, you knew that everything was heading towards what you were going to and were living. There is something that was addictive about work, it made you forget about the disaster surrounding your love life, you felt pathetic for futilely insisting on a feeling that had no direction or departure.

You felt yourself falling in love with Eddie when you guys moved to the new town, despite your time performing gigs and also with other gigs out there, you still spent a lot of time together, something that was enough to make you fall in love with him. He was always very kind and understanding with you, even more so when you missed home a lot, slowly as you became closer to each other you couldn't help your feelings anymore… something you just hated.

Everyone knew that he was deeply in love with Camila, including yourself. You knew that when your heart started beating faster everytime he passed by or talked to you, there were several times you tried to hold every feeling back, knowing that it would only lead to heartbreak.

As everyone knew about Eddie's feelings towards Camila, slowly everyone noticed your feelings towards him. Of course there were jokes and teasing (even more coming from Rojas), but it slowly became an unspoken topic that everyone knew but no one said a thing. And you honestly appreciate it!

You had no idea if Eddie knew about it, and you hoped he never did. Because even if you didn't have any hope, or at least tried not to, you wanted to deprive yourself of the look full of pity coming from someone who doesn't feel the same way. Looking to escape all your thoughts, you spent many more hours than necessary in the studio working late, and today was no different.

“God! You're still here?” Daisy says as she opens the studio door, a cigarette hovering on her lips.

“I have a lot to do.” You say shrugging, while giving her a small smile.

“No she doesn't.” You are startled a little when you hear Karen's voice behind you, turning slightly to see her blonde hair.

“Is this some kind of intervention?” Your laugh came out nervously, they look at each other.

“Well, maybe?” Jones gets closer to you, you can smell the cigarettes on her clothes.

“You're working like a dog, so we thought you could come with us to a party?” Karen suggests, her eyes showing her eager for you to agree.

“I don't know guys…” You scribble some things in your notebook, nothing specific other than lines and circles.

“Come on!” Karen holds one of your hands to help you up. “Just try it, I promise that if you don't like it Daisy will take you home.”

“Oh, I will?” Daisy looks at her, you can't help but laugh when you see Karen giving her a threatening look. “Yeah, of course I will.”

You see no escape, so you soon find yourself among a considerable number of people wearing your favorite dress. Karen had been called by a boy to talk better, you hadn't noticed who it was but you knew where she was in case it took too long and you got worried, Daisy was lying on a sun chair around the pool talking to a group of people you had no idea who they were, and you, as expected, were standing there waiting for something interesting to happen.

With your half-full glass in hand, you approach the chairs looking to sit somewhere, your steps stop when you see a familiar figure you blink a few times to make sure you were right, and after a few blinks you confirm that Eddie was there too. Having been alone for a long time and bearing in mind that you wouldn't have company anytime soon, you decide to go to him.

As you make your way into the crowd you see him getting up, you frown trying to get a look at where the hell he was heading to. After a few attempts, bumping into some people and a couple of "I'm sorry" to those who had been pushed past you, you are amazed at what you find. It was unusual to see Camila leaving the house for a party, especially alone, you were immediately surprised, looking around to see if other band members were around.

Well, it wasn't the worst case scenario! At least now you have more company to spend the night with, you continue but immediately notice a different air between them. Your body weakens and your heart races, he gets closer to her and she doesn't step back, you can't help but wonder what the fuck was going on so you decide to sit near them and try your best to hear them.

“Wow, you chose me over sure thing like that?” You barely hear Camila's voice among the others.

“I'll choose you over everyone.” Your heart hurts on your chest, you felt sad.

The silence between them is all you hear even with the noise around you, you turn to see what was happening and bitterly regret what your eyes found. Camila holds Roundtree's face gently, her shaking hands indicated apparent nervousness and her fingers didn't show firmness, she was kissing him.

You couldn't believe what your eyes were showing you, your friend forever was kissing the man you were in love with. It was more than a pain, it was a deep betrayal. You didn't give a shit about the fact that Billy was also being betrayed, he had already done worse to her, but you... She knew your feelings, nothing could justify what your eyes witnessed.

You quickly grab your bag, not bothering to tell Daisy or Karen that you were leaving, you just wanted to disappear.

Knowing that you would eventually have to see Eddie if you returned home, you decide to go to any 24-hour establishment, any place where you could get your head around work in peace. Maybe it was raw feelings, or just lack of attention, but you didn't care if disappearing caused a fuss among your friends. If it were up to you, a complete song would be created that night out of all your frustrations.

…

When Eddie opened the doors to the house he was surprised to see the lights on, Karen was on the sofa with her hands in her hair and her legs kept moving up and down. He frowns and gives a questioning look to Warren who was eating a banana in the corner of the room, he just takes a deep breath and doesn't give another answer.

“I swear to God, if she's not having sex right she better have a good excuse to just disappear!” Karen utters, Graham puts one of his hands on her back as comfort.

“What the fuck is going on?” Roundtre asks, a little bit worried.

“Y/N, Daisy and I went to a party and she just vanished.” Sirko's blonde locks got messy as she frantically ran her hands through it.

“What?” Eddie widens his eyes, worried. "You left her alone?"

“Are you going to keep throwing things in my face? I know I fucked up, alright.”

“I think we all should take a rest, it's late.” Graham says.

“Yeah, and besides… I'm pretty sure she'll be back tomorrow.” Rojas tries to comfort everyone, and after a while he manages to get them all a little bit more calm.

…

You were a mess, your hair was a mess, your papers spread across the table were a mess and you didn't even want to look at your face. But you had a song made, lyrics complete, rhythm organized and the guitar and bass part was done, and even with a lot of anguish, you were proud of your work.

You quickly stuff the papers into your backpack, and order a taxi to the house you shared with the band, knowing that you would be scolded for disappearing last night. But honestly, all you wanted was to forget what happened.

“I'm gonna kill you.” You hear Karen's voice and Immediately let out a long breath, she stops when she sees your face. “Bloody hell you look horrible.”

“Thank you very much” You roll your eyes, trying to pass by her, he holds your arm.

“What happened?” You can see she was worried, but you felt pathetic just thinking about saying any of this out loud.

“I can't say it.”

“Bullshit!” She crosses her arms and stops in front of you, preventing you from going forward.

“Fine, I don't want to say it.”

“Where were you yesterday?” She tries once more.

“Writing.”

“You left in the middle of the party to write?” Karen arches her eyebrows, in disbelief. “Without any extra reasons?”

You see Camila approaching, and it takes a lot for you not to cry when you see the person you trusted who had broken your heart so easily. You avoid her eyes, wiping away the tears that escaped.

“Look, I don't want to cause any fuss.” Your voice was choked, your gaze fixed on your foot.

“Karen called me worried yesterday, what happened? Where were you?" Camila comes with her calm voice, you feel a disappointment growing in your core.

“I left, alright?” You say louder than you expected, closing your eyes to take a deep breath. “And I'm leaving.”

“Who's leaving?” Warren's voice comes behind you, he joins everyone. “Hey Y/N, you good?”

“Not really, no.” You give him a small smile, he for sure would be one of the things that made this harder. “I'm quitting the band.”

“What?” They all say together, you swallow hard.

“Why?” Karen was shocked, in disbelief.

“I love you guys so much.” You say between tears, taking a while to pull yourself together. “But I only get hurt lately, and I need time to heal.”

“Who's hurting you?” Warren says in defence. “I'll kick their ass!”

You let out a laugh, “I don't want to cause a mess between you guys, I'm just going to pack my things and go.”

“I don't get it.” Karen says, so lost.

“Just be honest with us.” Camila asks.

“Look, it's fine.” You shrug, holding your bag close to you. “Just like I said, I don't want scandal.”

“You're being ridiculous.” Sirko let's out, frustrated.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” Camila asks, nodding towards the balcony, you go with her. “What's happening to you?"

“I saw what you did yesterday." Your voice became more choked, you tried hard not to cry. “How could you?”

“What are you talking about?” You can see that she is taken by surprise.

“I saw you kissing Eddie yesterday.” Your vision is blurry with tears. “Why?”

“Look, let's not over react this…” Her voice is lower now, as if trying her best to avoid any attention.

“How on earth am I overreacting?” Slowly you got mad, trying to hold back all your emotions. “All this years I told you how I felt about him, how I bad I felt and yet you… you still did it.”

“Y/N, that's no reason to leave the band.” She avoids the subject. “They need a bass player, you can't just leave when they're recording an album…”

“No fucking reason?” You were shocked, your heart racing. “You don't even care about me, you're worried about the band.”

“Stop being like that.” She rolls her eyes. “It's been years of this, he doesn't like you. I know I did wrong but not with you, with my husband…”

“You think that what you did with me was not a betrayal?”

“I honestly don't think so.” She laughs, and that sents you. “He doesn't feel a thing about you, maybe it's time for you to get over it.”

You cry, your chest hurts. “I'm leaving.”

You turn to leave, knowing that your conversation has been heard by the others when you are met with pitying eyes.

…

You said you would and you did, you left there and only kept in touch with Karen after a few months of leaving. Little by little you got good opportunities, and over time you joined a band that was having great success.

Your song 'Silver Springs' had been written on one of the most troubled nights of your life and had now become your ticket to glorious days like this one. Festivals were your favorite days, you just loved to feel the audience's energy and sing along with them.

But besides loving all of this, today was being chaotic… You knew you went on stage in a few minutes and your guitar player was extremely drunk, you were furious and extremely nervous.

“Oh my God!” The British accent said each word slowly, you turned to see your ex bandmate with a wide smile heading towards you. “You look amazing! It's been so long.”

You go to her hugging her for a while, after some usual questions like "how have you been?" "How are the others?" "Any news?" She looks into your eyes with her eyebrows showing concern.

“Is everything alright?” She asks.

“Not actually, our guitar player fucked up.” Your voice was filled with nerves. “And we're up soon, I don't know what to do! He is the only one who can actually sing and—

“I could help.” You jump when you hear Eddie's voice behind you, you're body reacting weirdly at the sight of him after so long.

“Hearing our conversations?” You try to hide your small smile. “I see you didn't change, uh.”

“Not a bit.” He gives you a smile and you remember why you fell for him in the first place. “So, what do you say?”

“Do you really know the song?” You wanted to hide the way your body automatically wanted to go to him.

“You kidding me?” He jokes, adjusting his collar. “Everyone knows this song, it's amazing.”

“I'd love your help Eddie, thank you!” Somehow you feel peace between you two.

…

You feel the lights on your skin as you get yourself ready, amidst the expectant hush of the gathered crowd, the first haunting notes of "Silver Springs" begin to weave through the air. You get to the center of the stage, paying attention to the audience as you let the notes lead you, your presence commanding and vulnerable all at once. Opposite you, Eddie Roundtree appears—a silent sentinel, yet a potent source of the tension that fills the space between you.

The audience goes crazy, everyone knew the rumors about your song and what has inspired you. There was a huge controversy about the release of this song right after you left Daisy Jones and The Six, so when they all see Eddie Roundtree by your side to play it was for sure a fact to cheer for.

As your voice rises, imbued with a raw, piercing emotion, the air seems to thicken. Each word you sing, a testament to love lost and the pain of what could have been, hangs heavy in the atmosphere. Somehow you remember ‘Regret Me’ and how Daisy let out her feelings in the lyrics, you felt connected to her even though you left. Eddie's gaze, intense and unwavering, meets yours. It's a look that speaks volumes, a silent dialogue that only those who have loved and lost can fully comprehend.

You feel the audience’s attention, and your heart softens as you hear their voices sing along with you. As the song goes on, its lyrics casting spells of everything you once felt for the man by your side, the connection between you and Eddie becomes palpable, almost a living thing that reaches out and enfolds every heart in the venue.

With every verse, the space between you seems both to widen and to shrink, a paradox that only deepens the allure of your interaction. It's as if the song is a bridge you're both building back to a moment lost in time, laden with all the things left unsaid. The air vibrates with the tension of the unspoken, the weight of history that both separates and binds you two. It's a tension that speaks to the heartache of love's aftermath, the beauty of art born from pain.

You see in Eddie's eyes curiosity and at the same time regret, you consider looking away, but once you connect like that it is impossible for you to look away. It was like letting your souls show, and dance together. You approach him without taking your eyes off at any time, he accompanies you to the music feeling tense.

As the song reaches its crescendo, a silent conversation occurs in the span of a few heartbeats. It's a moment of vulnerability and power, a clash of emotions that spills over into the audience, leaving an indelible mark on the collective consciousness of the crowd. The applause that follows is thunderous, not just for the technical brilliance of the performance, but for the courage it took to bare such raw emotions in the full view of the world.

“Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen! I hope you enjoyed our show and have an amazing time with my friends… everyone, please welcome Daisy Jones and The Six"

You leave the stage accompanied by your band, you imagined that Eddie would stay on stage to save time, but the touch on your shoulder that makes you turn around tells you no.

“Hey, can we talk?” Eddie says, you can sense his tension.

“But, you guys are up next.” You point to the other band members arranging their instruments.

“I just, I wanted to know…” He holds back, trying to figure out what to say. “I just wanted to know if you still… if you still feel the same way about me.”

You swallow hard, “Do we really have to talk about this?”

“You know I didn't mean to hurt you.” You avoid his eyes. “I really didn't.”

“It's okay, we don't have to talk about it.”

“But I do want to, this song is…”

“Eddie, it's the truth.” You didn't know how to say this in another way. “I was hurt, and I guess I did a good job, because I'm sure you'll never forget the sound of me.”

He avoids your eyes, letting out a chuckle. “Do you think we can be friends?”

“I don't think I'm ready for that.” You say honestly, his eyes, despite being sad, seem to show understanding. “But maybe we'll meet again someday.”

“I really hope so.” He whispers.

“Hey brother, we gotta go.” Warren calls out for Eddie, turning to you. “You guys nailed it up there.” You murmur to him a “thank you.”

“Good-bye guys.” You say goodbye, leaving Eddie with just the sound of your love.

...

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Ranking Every Wolfwood!!

happy wolfwood wednesday! i've ranked every wolfwood and it very quickly got out of hand and turned into more of a character analysis/meta. it was really fun and helped me better understand why i love this guy so much!

yes, really!

i hope you guys enjoy and that my autistic rambling makes sense!

1. trimax wolfwood. yeah he’s perfect. nothing else to say. god bless

while i can’t fit everything i love about him into one post, just know that i’ve written almost 30,000 words in wolfwood (and vash) character studies. so when i say “i like trimax wolfwood” that really means “i am fucking obsessed with trimax wolfwood”.

he’s the perfect mix of silly and heartbreaking, funny and serious, annoying like an older brother, deeply kind, so so painfully human; and a PERFECT foil to vash. simply phenomenal writing.

my only complaint would be that his tits are not on display like they are in the 1998 anime. but i can appreciate the subtly, so this doesn’t detract from his otherwise flawless score.

2. 98 wolfwood. omg hiiiii hehe twirling my hair ohh he’s so handsome what an absolutely beautiful design for him. his nose, his spider-esque shape, his TITS…… they even kept his little whiskers!

on top of an amazing design, he’s a very good balance of silly, irritable, playfully annoying, and serious! he fits pre-trimax wolfwood to a T!

but, as trimax progressed…

he’s cool. too cool. he has too much pull. wolfwood should NOT have swag. genuinely it is imperative to his character that he is, and i say this as lovingly as possible, a fucking loser with no friends.

wolfwood is a deeply traumatized man. he isn’t nearly as charming as we, the audience, thinks he is. no one laughs at his jokes, his insults are crude and immature, he embarrasses himself in front of literal children…

god, he is so painfully awkward. and who wouldn’t be in his situation? to have your childhood stolen and forced to grow up as a weapon? not allowed to interact casually with anyone else during the most important developmental stage of your life?

he's just not suave like tri98 wolfwood is. so, while 98 wolfwood is an excellent character, he doesn’t entirely read “wolfwood” to me. similar to how 98 vash is good on his own, but he’s just not “vash”. this is, of course, the result of making an anime out of a manga that wasn’t even 30% finished at the time. while i don’t understand the reasoning behind this, i know that nightow desperately needed the funds the anime brought in, as well as the motivation to keep making trimax, so i have to simply make peace with the dated characterizations tri98 has.

but don’t get me started on the milly situation. really a godawful writing decision, idk who approved that mess.

3. tristamp wolfwood. he is so bullyable. he’s like a sopping wet cat. absolute fucking dweeb.

i debated this for a long time—whether i should rank tristamp wolfwood above tri98 wolfwood. and i asked myself, do i love tri98 wolfwood because he’s a good character and is similar to trimax wolfwood? does he even remind me of trimax wolfwood at all? well, not really, he’s very clearly based on pre-trimax, just like tri98 vash is.

ultimately i decided i do genuinely just prefer tri98 wolfwood, but i felt the need to defend tristamp wolfwood because i see a lot of fair criticisms but also really dumb discourse throughout the fandom about him. so here’s my attempt at trying to address these:

so, there are some things i really enjoy about him and some things i really dislike; and, unlike vash, most of these criticisms are not a result of time/pacing issues. they’re easily fixable.

like, for the love of god he NEEDS to get sillier. they got the loser part down, but he’s a bit too overtly sad in tristamp. i think he will be more like his trimax self in season 2, but wolfwood’s humor is in-part a coping mechanism and important to his character. he’s an older brother! he’s fucking annoying! he thinks he's funny when he isn't! we do get a little bit of this with him and meryl, when he's tormenting her at the campfire, and that’s what i want to see more of. even if he’s playing it up, he should be working on getting their guards down, convincing them he isn't going to betray them.

since tristamp takes place in a weird prequel sort of canon, i get that he would look/act younger than he is in trimax. i think he was modeled after the teenage wolfwood we see in the flashback scenes of him training for the eye of michael, where he’s noticeably less outgoing and more reserved.

however, this doesn’t change the fact that he WAS silly as a kid in trimax, before his “teenage angst phase” (hate to call it that when it’s more like a “realizing he’s going to die by the gun and not being able to do anything about it” phase). but he’s still a lot quieter and reserved in tristamp as a kid, so i think we really need to find a good balance here in the trigun adaptations.

another example of an easily fixable issue—i really hate how they did the “vash sees how kind wolfwood is” scene, in which wolfwood gives money/snacks to children. in tristamp, wolfwood already knows the kid is zazie, which tells us absolutely nothing about his character. this scene is almost entirely worthless, only good for reminding vash that he should eat, which gives tristamp its own not-as-good hospital yuri scene.

and, so, about the elephant in the room… i don’t think he was whitewashed. let me try to explain my thought process.

tristamp, as far as i can tell, doesn’t seem to be taking any inspiration from tri98, whose wolfwood is very explicitly a brown man. trimax wolfwood i feel is a bit more ambiguous in his skin tone, which alternates between dark screentones and completely uncolored pretty much at solid 50/50 odds. just fairly inconsistent overall, even on the official manga covers.

but this doesn’t mean wolfwood is white in tristamp, and it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his aquiline nose. the notorious scenes of him in the suns, looking white as a fucking sheet, shows us how a 3D environment can diminish a character’s silhouette and distinctive features.

compare this to scenes of wolfwood in a dim environment, or to the 2D scenes of child wolfwood and livio that i can't include bc i'm only allowed 10 pics. he looks MUCH better, much darker than vash, and as they both should appear in such lighting. it just doesn't add up—he should be much darker in strong light if they followed the same color values:

SO, even though i feel like all of this is more of a technical issue rather than malicious whitewashing, that doesn’t mean i think it’s acceptable. it looks fucking awful, and the lighting system needs major improvement to work with darker skin tones.

and, like, at the end of the day, wolfwood isn’t canonically latino, and he doesn't really have a consistent skin tone either. it’s a great headcanon, one i partially share, but it’s not canon. the only ethnicity that could technically be considered somewhat canon is japanese, as wolfwood was based off a japanese singer named tortoise matsumoto. you can see this resemblance best in early trigun!

and i really need to defend his nose!!! a lot of people say he lost his nose but he didn’t!! i promise it’s there!!! another victim of his 3D model, you can only see his nose from the side or in the 2D frame after he gets his shit wrecked. see how clearly he has a very well-defined nose when he’s hand-drawn? this is what i mean when i say a 3D environment can drastically alter a character’s important features, as much as i otherwise adore the animation for this show.

also, if you think nightow would let studio orange get away with not including his nose, you got another thing coming.

in conclusion, while i think tristamp wolfwood is a great start, he’s just not quite there yet. but i have immense faith that the next time we see him, he’ll look and act a lot more like he does in trimax!

i know this is true, because there are already some shots in tristamp where i’m just like. oh yeah. there he is. that’s wolfwood. there's the guy i love so much

...

well, that was long! this was really fun to write and i

oh jesus christ what the hell is that thing

4. badlands rumble wolfwood. ah, now here’s a great example of overt whitewashing. no lighting excuses this time, just blatant colorism.

even if he wasn’t ghostly white, there's just something about his design that makes me viscerally uncomfortable and i can’t pinpoint what it is exactly. he’s just so… angular. he has no scruff, no kitty cat mouth, his eyes are very oddly shaped, almost no eyebrows... i just really hate looking at him!

his ONLY saving grace is how mentally ill he acts in this movie. and his tits. otherwise i don’t really have much to say about him!

ok, now we’re done! and here’s a handy wolfwood chart i made to summarize everything.

really hope this was fun to read and if people liked this i'd be glad to write a vash version or other characters!! happy woowoo wednesday :)

[indras-wife]

hiii!! I was the one who requested the blind, fem reader x indra, and its SOOOO good, like ohhhh myyyy gahhhh!!! <3. I was wondering if I could request a fem reader who is a kitsune and has the ability to change forms (human and animal) but she mostly is in her animal form and she messes around with him a lot? like maybe she playfully bites his fingers and wrists in a gentle manner and hides out in his clothes whenever she's sleeping?

you can decide if you want indra to be a yandere or not, it's all up to you, lovely! Anyways, have a good rest of your day and no pressure <3.

OMG THANK YOU SWEETIE!! It makes me happy knowing you enjoyed the request. <3<3 And this request is…PERFECT! I decided to present him in a softer light as I feel there are many other ideas where he can be very yandere, and this request is so cute, fluffy and adorable, I couldn’t present him as yandere. Hope its okay with you. And I used Japanese folklore/mythology to write this better. For a small context, I use the word tenko as they are kitsunes who take the form of a female and are usually kind deities. (i love japanese mythology by the way)

ANYWAYS ENJOY THE READING! I for sure loved writing this request. Please keep them coming<3<3<3 This request may have a second part where he discovers that the reader is a deity, so if you want it let me know!!

Y/n was one of the most powerful yokais in Japan, more precisely a tenko. As a kitsune, she was able to change her form, which was making her job much easier. Y/n loved helping humans, but she also loved messing with them, as their reactions were extremely amusing and fun to watch. However she had only one trait that she didn't like; she was getting bored of her prays very soon. No man was able to hold her attention for a long period of time. That was until she came across a certain long-haired traveler, who settled near the small village shrine Y/n was residing in. The mysterious man instantly grabbed her attention, as he was handsome and full of certain interesting energy that pulled Y/n to him. 

She would follow his every track with utmost attention, trying to analyse his behaviour. From what she could tell, this man did not like talking much and preferred spending time alone. This of course, made the kitsune deity more interested in him and she finally decided to approach him in her animal form. She was sure her beautiful fur and movements would grab the attention of the man. 

And she was right!

The man instantly noticed, at that time unbeknownst to him, the powerful deity who was in the form of an animal. 

“A kitsune..?” he asked himself, looking at the animal. His sharingan was glowing while he looked at the creature, feeling some sort of uneasiness. Indra was never one to love animals. He never paid them any attention as he had other serious issues to deal with, especially now that he left his home and was wandering around. However, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by the cute animal that was not making its way to him.  

“You want to eat, little one? I don't have any food to give to you..” he spoke softly, something which he didn't know he could do after the terrible betrayal and heartbreak he had faced. Y/n, hearing his soft voice, was now more intrigued by him. She walked to him and sat down next to him, her chin laying on his leg.

“You are a cute one…”he said, chuckling. He could not help but feel like he wanted to pet the cute animal laying on his leg. The only animal he petted as a child was his shiba dog, and only him. He kept looking at the fox, seeing the beautiful sunset reflecting in its gray eyes. 

Y/n felt his hesitancy and had to initiate the petting herself. She got up, softly jumped on his lap and started nuzzling against his chest. This of course took Indra off the guard, but he did not protest. After all, the fox was such a cute one he had to give her some pets and affection. Y/n, having done this for centuries, knew that no human can say no to her cute charms, and when her new prey started to pet her, she had a victorious look on her face. 

After that point on, Y/n would visit Indra every day, to keep him company, to analyse his behaviour and of course to sometimes help him by bringing fruits to him from the nearby shrine.  The man was not against her company, as he preferred hers to other humans. As the kitsune’s visits started to increase, Indra always carried an extra piece of clothing with him, to wrap it around the animal at nights to keep her warm. Y/n enjoyed his company more than she imagined, which led to spending more time with him. She was always with him, following him wherever he was going. 

During one of her regular followings, which was more like stalking now, Indra and her went to a small cave. The inside was full of shiny beautiful crystals, which were reflecting the small lights on the water surface.

“You can;t stay here little one. Go away. I need to take a bath, okay?” he said calmly while loosening his black belt of his white kimono. Y/n saw many men and women naked, she didn't care about others, but for some reason she was feeling embarrassed to see that man’s body. And since she was in her animal form, she had the opportunity to run as he instructed and which she did.

-After few days-

Y/n could not bring herself to meet him after their last meeting. It was a weird and unexplainable feeling for her, SHe would walk by herself in her human form, watching him from afar, but not go close to him. At first she wanted to play with that man a little bit, but she never thought that she would be the one to be all shy and embarrassed around him.

“I should really cut contact with him. He seems to be better at my own game..”she said to herself, sighing as she casted another look at him. There he was, sitting again next to the tree she first approached him. She chuckled at how cute he was for a human, but soon she saw something unexpected,

The man took the extra piece of clothing he was carrying with him for her, and put it on his chest. 

Y/n felt flustered, her heart beating faster now. 

Oh how cute was he…

Without second thought she transformed back into her kitsune form, and ran down to him. He was missing her as much as she was. After all those twp got close together in the span of little time. Her small fox legs carried her and soon she was next to him, her mysterious ex-prey. He was leaning on the tree, his eyes closed and one hand on the piece of clothing. Y/n slowly jumped to his lap, moved the piece of clothing and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Hmmm..~ Seems my small kitsune is back…” he mumbled, his hand moving to her fur. Y/n felt in peace in his hands, and without making another movement, she slowly fell asleep. Little did she knew…the mysterious man was aware of her real face and metamorphosis abilities long ago~

[king-candybug-backup]

Okay so, i've read the latest chapter and i have to say

The thought of Turbo yearning, craving even, for friendship yet not understanding it and gashligting himself that he doesn't need it is so heartbreaking

Especially when we consider that the only three people he thought of as "friends" actually didn't like him.

(P.S. I love how you incorporated different names the fandom gave to the Turbotime twins like Jet and Set, Zip and Zilch, all while impleneting it into a sad scene of Turbo not remebering their names,further cementing his flawed view on friendship. Good stuff really reminiscent of the fantastic writing the original Wreck it Ralph had)

Also,I know we all talk & joke about how Turbo needs therapy(cause he does) but nobody really talks about how Vanellope needs therapy

Not only was she bullied & ostracizsed her entire life(without any support group mind you) but also the Turbo reveal scene, like it's scary to watch in the theater imagine EXPERINCING THAT IN REAL TIME

Not to mention the whole Sinistar situation

Justice for my girl Vanellope she doesn't deserve any of this

And that concludes my TED talk

THANK YOU SO MUCH I AM SOBBING MY EYES OUT 😭😭😭I had an EXTREMELY hard time figuring out how to word King Candy's feelings in this one (I still think it didn't come across as well as it could've tbh, I might tweak some things) BUT IT IS REALLY REASSURING TO KNOW THAT WHAT I WAS GOING FOR STILL MADE SENSE SO THANK YOU NCDGFVHFGCDHG

(Thanks lol! I thought it would be kinda fun to use some fandom twin names, especially because I'm bad at coming up with names myself 😂 ALSO OMG THAT'S SUCH HIGH PRAISE JDCKVJC YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY MORE, AAUUUGGGHHH)

AND YES YES YES, THAT GIRL HAS BEEN GOING THROUGH WAY TOO MUCH LMFAO, SHE NEEDS A THERAPIST AND A DANG VACATION AT THIS POINT

[kingofthe-egirls]

Psssst, you okay with writing a Luffy smut short? Surprise me, add your own prompt and twist love❤️

Hmmm ok! I’m in love with Luffy so im always ready to write about him lmao

(cw: modern au, livestreaming on PornHub, onlyfans, camming, rich!luffy, food mention, trashy romance novel au)

(a/n: this is gonna just be me completely self-inserting myself. i need it.)

***

Your long brown hair falls over one shoulder, fluffy and tangled from under your headphones. You’ve been streaming on PornHub for a while now, having built your career with OnlyFans and livestreaming. You’re proud of what you do, albeit a little exhausted.

Hey!

Someone types a greeting, and you smile in response. “Hey there! What’s up?” You put on lipgloss, smacking your lips close to the mic in case he’s into ASMR.

I like ur smile :)

“Aw, thanks!” You click on his name to add a gold star, favoriting the newcomer on vibes alone. “Whatcha into?”

Hmmm…

He types, and you give him room. Men are typing with only one hand, usually. You smirk. “I’ve got tarot, ASMR, blowjobs, cosplay…SPH and foot fetish, although those are extra,” you meet the camera’s fisheye, but only for a moment. Eye contact is hard, even virtually.

What’s sph?

“Small penis humiliation,” you reply, clicking through your playlist. Marina and the Diamonds, today. “How To Be A Heartbreaker” is a classic, and you smile. “D’ya like being made fun of?”

Nope! But that’s okay lol

You hum.

What’s tarot?

You pick up your deck from beside you on the table: the Goblin Market Tarot, based on one of your favorite poems. You love faerie tales. “It’s a form of divination! Or just a game, depending on how you use it. But it’s cool! You can ask questions about love, career, relationships. And then the cards will tell you something specific about what’s going on!”

You shuffle the cards, shiny and periwinkle, experimentally. “Wanna read? It’s only $5 in free chat, ‘less you want a longer reading in exclusive.”

kingofthepirates has tipped you $5!

“Okay!” You say, excited. Tarot readings are your favorite. You have youtube videos and tiktoks, too. “What’s your question? I only pull one card for free chat.”

What’s for dinner?

“Ha!” You laugh out loud, “Let’s see!”

You flip over a card. Two more fall out of the deck after it, and you place them on the table in front of you. You scooch your laptop a bit farther away, to give the cards room.

“Hmm,” you say, peering over the watercolor art, “Looks like a lot, whatever it is. Ten of crowns—that’s swords—in reverse, eight of wands, and nine of platters. That’s pentacles, or earth. Which means food, material wealth, clothing, even. What d’ya like to eat? He’s got a platter of pears,” you hold up the card for the camera, grinning slightly.

Meat! Lol

“Haha, okay!” You tap on the cards in front of you. “Looks like a big party, maybe some conflict going on. Maybe a buffet? Like you’re fighting over food. But ya don’t have to be, with ten of swords in reverse, there’s plenty of food to go around. D’ya like barbecue? That’s what I’m getting.”

I do!

You sweep the cards up, and place them back in the deck neatly. “Well, that’s what I have for you! I like barbecue too, maybe I should order ribs…,” you click through your browser tabs, opening DoorDash to see what’s up.

Omg no way!!! Sanji is having a barbecue tonight!

“Sanji?” You ask, distracted, “Is that your boyfriend?” You love teasing men about having boyfriends and such, being bisexual (and nonbinary) yourself. You like tipping on the scales of heteronormativity, in whatever way you can. It makes them blush.

Nooo lmao he’s my cook! My friend

“Cook?” You ask, teasing. “What are you, rich?”

Yep!

Your eyebrows fly halfway up your forehead, but you don’t say anything. You calmly put the tarot deck away.

“I’ve never had a cook before in my life,” you cross your arms on the desk, letting your back arch so your cleavage sticks out.

It’s fun! He loves cooking and he’s the best at it. I also have a bodyguard but he’s my friend too. He likes swords ⚔️

You giggle at the emoji.

“Well, you came to the right place if y’wanna spend money,” you flirt, glittering at the camera. You’re not wearing makeup, but the pink light you have set up overhead does wonders for your skin. Plus the ring light to the side adds a couple sparkles to your eyes.

kingofthepirates has tipped you $50!

“Holy shit,” you breathe, quickly adding VIP to the stranger’s folder. “Thanks, king!” You smile, beaming at the screen. Maybe bills aren’t gonna be so bad, this week.

Let’s go to a show :)

“Gladly,” you fiddle with the collar of your robe, already itching to get undressed for this man. You hope he’s cute. “Exclusive?”

Sure 😈

kingofthepirates is requesting an Exclusive show. Accept?

You click “yes.”

Obviously.

***

The boy is very cute, as it turns out. He’s fisting his cock in one hand, camera turned on, with a sculpted abdomen and veiny forearms. His camera doesn’t show his face, but that’s normal for you. His glistening six-pack and toned arms are enough for you to get wet, grinding in your desk chair as you suck off your silicone toy.

“This is so hot,” he moans, voice raspy and sweet. His mic is turned on, which you usually hate, but this time it’s cute. Your pussy is aching, and you need his cock inside you soon.

“Fuck—,” you manage out, in between licks up the silicone shaft, “Glad you like it,” you pant.

“Love it,” he whines, playing with the bronze cockhead. His fingers are long and thick, with splotchy bruises on the knuckles. You wonder if he’s a boxer, or something. Or maybe just a troublemaker who gets in a lot of fights.

You pinch your own nipples, having teased off your silk robe at the start of the show. Now, you’re naked besides your cotton underwear that you usually keep on. Pussy’s for the OnlyFans, babes.

You’re actually turned on, too.

“Mmm,” he groans, speeding up his pace. He’s probably gonna cum soon, unless you slow down your show. You teasingly poke the cock into your mouth, stretching out your cheek. You roll your eyes up, moaning like a hentai girl.

“C-can you deepthroat it?” He asks, panting. His voice is so sexy, oh my god.

“I can try,” you giggle, and slide the cock halfway down your throat. Your gag reflex triggers, and you cough as you pull it out. “Sorry, I’m not the best at deepthroats,” you slap the toy against your cheek. He moans, anyway.

“God, you’re good,” he grips his balls with his other hand, and you notice scars up and down his arms. He also has one shaped like an X on his chest. You wonder where he got those, if he really is a reckless fighter, having adventures you can only dream of.

“What do you do?” You ask, jumping up and down in your seat. Your tits jiggle, and he groans appreciatively.

“Wish I could touch you,” his voice cracks. His hand trails up his abdomen, playing with his own nipples a bit. His hands are wide and thick, and you lick your lips.

“Me too,” you confess, genuine. He’s one of the hotter clients for you. You set the dildo down so you can play with your own tits. They’re soft and heavy, and you bounce them in your hands.

“But, ah,” he palms his cock softly, “I’m a MMA fighter. What about you?”

“Besides this?” You ask, tossing too-long hair over your shoulder. It brushes against your bare skin, and you grimace. You pull it up into a bun instead. Your eyes glitter at the camera, and your lips purse. “I make content on PornHub, OnlyFans, and other places like YouTube and stuff. Cosplay, tarot, mostly blowjobs. But not—on the wholesome places,” you breathe a laugh. “I’m kinda everywhere, these days.” You pause, unsure of what to do. “Here, let me copy and paste my username.” You send the info in chat, hoping to get an extra $5 for the OnlyFans sub.

“I’ll hafta subscribe,” he flirts, “Can I see that ass again?”

You grin, flushing slightly, as you stand up and turn around. You grab your ass in both hands, squeezing heavy flesh tightly. You bounce up and down, letting him appreciate the jiggle. Your cellulite and curves are one of a kind, you know this. Not everyone is stick-thin and spray tanned, so when customers click on your page they know they’re getting something genuine, and special.

At least, you hope.

“Fuck, baby,” he drawls out, and you turn over just in time to see him cum. Thick bursts of semen paint his clenching abs, and you hum.

“Good job,” you praise him, and he laughs. You sit back down.

“Shishishi,” he giggles, and you blush. He’s mad cute, to be honest. He fiddles with his phone, bringing it up to his face for the first time. You hitch a breath.

He’s mad cute.

“Make sure you favorite me,” you breathe, staring at his boyish features and jet black hair. His face is flushed, handsome, with a curved scar under one eye. He’s grinning at you with crinkly eyes. “S-so you can come back,” you stutter. Flustered.

Shit.

“Already did!” He bites his lip. Flicks his eyes up and down his camera. Looking at you, still bared body and soul in front of him. You wanna touch, and badly.

“Wanna hang out?” He asks, face cooling down. He grabs a towel, and wipes off his belly. He gasps, breathy, and leans back in bed. The covers are crisp and cool, almost like a hotel.

“Sure,” you breathe, ticking down to see your showtime extending. Past ten minutes, now. Fuck yeah, you think, leaning back in your own chair. “Whatcha wanna talk about?”

“Read my tarot again,” he cocks an eyebrow, “And let me know what it’ll take to get you to go on a date with me.”

***

Epilogue:

Hey 😈

He messages you on Insta, and you bite your lip. You’re sitting cross-legged at a café, having taken yourself out for a treat after your very long show this afternoon.

Hi baby 😇

You respond, too quickly. Who cares? You sip your drink, a foamy dirty chai. It tastes like cinnamon and almond milk.

Look up 👀

Frowning, you flick your eyes up and around the café. There. He’s seated across the way, at one of the square little tables situated in the center of the room. You blanch. That’s never happened before. Was there an angel of sex work watching over you?

You hope so. You gulp as he stands to make his way over to you. He’s even cuter in real life, and all thoughts of danger and serial killers and making mistakes leave your brain in one, swift breeze. You grin.

“Heya,” you say, sitting back to cross your legs. Your warm latte sits in both hands. You clear your throat. “Nice to meetcha,” you extend a hand. He takes it, smiling and warm.

“Hi,” he takes the seat across from you, pulling it out with one hand. The iron legs scrape across the granite floor. There's an exposed brick wall behind irl kingofthepirates.

"Didn't think I'd see you here," you hedge, raising an eyebrow. "Do I need to be worried?"

He blanches, eyes wide. "N-no!! I swear I'm normal. I don't--live here, I'm visiting. I have a--a match tonight! D'ya wanna come see it? I can get you VIP seats." He scoots his chair closer, looking up at you from under pretty lashes. You purse your lips.

"Prove it."

He giddily takes out his phone, a very nice smartphone with a cute charm hanging from the side. You tilt your head, and see it's a little skull-and-crossbones. You smirk.

"Here!" He hands you his phone, sliding it across the table. "It's me!"

You see a YouTube video of a wrestling match: two muscular dudes with their hands wrapped in fists. One is wearing white-and-blue shorts with pink hair, tied back with a bandana. The other is kingofthepirates, wearing red shorts with his hair loose. It’s black and floppy in spikes. He jumps up and down a bit, getting ready. The bell dings, the ref moves, and the stadium around the ring erupts in lights.

King shuffles forward, fists up, and knocks the pink-haired guy out cold. “Holy shit,” you breathe, watching the match end after only one shot. “That’s you?”

“Yep!” He grins, “We’re having a rematch this afternoon. Wanna come? I’m gonna kick his ass.”

“Sure,” you decide, not having much to lose. “Can I bring a friend?”

“Boyfriend?” He asks too soon. You sip your drink.

“Girlfriend,” you correct, arching an eyebrow. “Is that a problem for you?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, as long as we can still do shows sometime.”

“Sure,” you say, nodding. “I liked your show.”

He smiles, wide and delicious, before going back to his phone to text someone furiously. “Lemme getcha two VIP seats. I wanna see ya after the show.”

“Okay,” you hum, letting him type. You lean back in your chair, pulling up your own phone. You text Nami, your girlfriend.

Babe? Ur not gonna believe this ☠️

***

[sillygoofyqueer]

Finished reading the latest chapter of losing hope and if you’ll excuse me, I just have to…. *distant squeals of happiness*

I’m SO happy you took some of my suggestions!!! When I was reading I kept being like “OMG!! THEY DID THE THING!!! THE THING I MENTIONED!! AND THEY DID IT PERFECTLY!!!!” Like, the LWJ and JC rivalry?? Immaculate. Perfection. Could not be done better. (Though I am a little curious as to why LWJ scares JL) also Wwx in his natural habitat of teaching the small children? Adorable. I Want To Hug Him So Bad.

Also seeing Nie Huaisang get properly introduced??? I’m in love??? Huaisang is my fav character aside from Wwx so I’m happy to see him being a scheming little shit who is Scary while still retaining his whimsy as an artist who still enjoys his hobbies. Him planning the Jin clan’s downfall with his favorite advisor as he watches the Jin clan’s propaganda? Iconic. I do love the little tidbit of NHS planning to break WWX out tho. Very sweet and makes me smile. (Slightly unrelated but it’d be funny if he’s in the middle of painting when shit starts going down because I SWEAR TO GOD that people ALWAYS need me for SOMETHING whenever I start painting so it’d be cool to see a character share the struggle)

Can’t wait for Jiang cheng to realize that all his struggles are still from his shixiong. (Why do I feel like he’d going to have an aneurism when he finds out?) in the meantime I hope Jin Ling is ok and that his uncle (JC. Not JGY) helps him through it. Especially as he can relate with wwx leaving for Reasons and Not Really Saying Anything. It is nice to see Jiang Cheng parenting JL tho. Even if every time Wwx is mentioned in his pov it is Heartbreaking. Also… *sniff sniff* is that XiCheng I smell??? Maybe I’m just crazy bur that seemed sus…

As always LWJ getting *concerned* is both heartbreaking (pain over Wwx getting hurt) and a little funny (the mental crisis of your crush being alive after 13 years).

As always, thank you for writing Four and please remember to take breaks and overall take care of yourself. I wish I could give more kudos <3333

Hi, hello, I'm dead again, you've killed me, you have to now wait three business days for me to be raised from the dead. I'm so glad you think I pulled off your suggestions well!! I was biting at Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji rivalry and I could not rest before I dropped it in, and I'm so going to make it a running thing - it's going to be soo funny because you have the idea of Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian like "you?? Oh god no" and then Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji like "I come armed with spice!""Oh yeah? I have this flour that I'm going to drop all around the castle!" Madly in love with the fact that you like Nie Huaisang, because I love him sooo much, he's so iconic. He gets dragged into everything when he just wants to affect the plot from the sidelines like any normal schemer! On the topic of the Jin Clan propaganda play that Nie Huaisang was watching I (and I'm not afraid to admit this) was listening to "Shia LaBeouf" by Rob Cantor and was like...well, now I have to have a little nod to this. It's my life. Soooo, Jin Clan propaganda. It was so funky, and I need you to understand how stupid the play is in that regard - it was why Nie Mingjue liked it so much. There was no hidden messages (apart from the propaganda). Also, keep an eye on Nie Ziyi...he's going to be fun to play around with. I can't wait to write Jiang Cheng's reaction to Wei Wuxian, but that's for later on teehee. He's going to have SO many emotions, and we all know how he reacts when he's feeling emotional. There's going to be so many tears. SO many. He and Jin Ling are both going to be infuriated at Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian's just like "man, I can't catch a fucking break, can I?" after trying to hide from them for a long time. Wei Wuxian, mentioned in Jiang Cheng's pov? Nahhhhh, I don't know what you're talking about, it's just an unnamed shixiong I swear (/j of course). Also Xicheng? In my fanfiction?.................................ANYWAY Lan Wangji is really going through it, alright? He is both concerned but also HIS BBG IS BACK AFTER THIRTEEN YEARS?? HOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO REACT? I like the idea of the juniors watching Lan Wangji trip over himself when Wei Wuxian laughs or something and just going "Ohhhh, he's down bad, I see..." Once again, I'm vibrating intensely with the love you show my fanfiction and I'm dead. On the floor. Sobbing screaming etcetera. You motivate me and it makes me lose it.

[meidui]

10 questions for writers!

tagged by @fandomfluffandfuck 🥰

1. how many works do you have on AO3? 135

2. what’s your total AO3 word count? 343,536

3. what fandoms do you write for? just marvel these days!

4. do you respond to comments? why or why not? yes!!!! because i'm happy as a clam when i get a comment and i want everyone to know how happy and grateful i am that they not only read my fic but wrote a comment too 🥺 also it's so much fun to comment back and forth and sometimes new fic ideas (mostly sequel ideas.....) are born there, and it's so great to get to share things i thought while i was working on it

5. have you ever had a fic stolen? nooo not that i know of

6. have you ever co-written a fic before? yes, mostly on heartbreak prince with @areiton! i love writing with arei and watching her work her word magic <3

7. what’s your all-time favourite ship? stevetony- i don't know if i'll ever be able to let those two go

8. what are your writing strengths? soft scenes? sometimes i also get comments about how my steve and tony are in character which is always nice hehe

9. what are your writing weaknesses? for some reason every time i have an idea and buckle down to write heavy angst or something sort of fucked up it just ends up being sort of soft anyway and it's so frustrating sometimes 😭 i also have a hard time writing long fics and i have no idea why, the longest one i've ever written was steve's birthday fic this year which was almost 15k and i made sure everyone knew that hahahahah

10. first fandom you wrote for? exo!

tagging @ishipallthings @robertdowneyjjr @omg-just-peachy @fohatic @cinderellasfella @16woodsequ and everyone who writes fics 🥰

[zackstriker]

Hey, I just saw your tags about queer readings of the bible and that Mary Magdalene was a lesbian and I got really curious, could you maybe talk about that a little bit more? Only if you want to, of course, but as a lesbian called Magdalene I jumped while reading your tags 🤣 and I would just really love to read a little bit more about it

omg yes!! it’s one of my specializations in literature, i do queer biblical retellings. I call it my empathetic blasphemy bc i don’t ever really diss the bible/stories/characters in my work, i just tell them the way i see them. if i bash anyone it’s the people who propagate the hate (for example a recent quote from a piece i wrote is “god doesn’t like horror movies either, he told me himself. humans have a bad habit of turning everything into a horror story, look at my book, he says, they turned it all into blood.”)

i do sort of two approaches to it, i either look for inherent queer subtext in the bible (Judas and Jesus, Jesus and John, etc) and extrapolate that and expand upon it, using big queer emotion to relay the beats of the story.

Mostly i do the second approach though and that is just turning stories and characters gay and changing any and all dynamics i want with 0 evidence.

For example i rewrote the story of the Binding of Isaac but made them lesbian lovers instead of father/son. I also wrote a piece where God was in love with adam and kept reincarnating him so they could fall in love over and over (fun fact the catholics that read my stories hate this one usually bc catholics approach god with a much more father-figure like reverence that is MUCH less present in protestant branches, like i was raised seeing god as a creator not a father so i didn’t see the story as weird bc it was like a painter falling in love with their painting but i digress).

the mary magdalene piece falls more into the second one, basically the idea of mary magdalene (aka mary of magdalene) as a sinner woman was because a pope in the 500s was giving an easter sermon and mixed her up with Mary of Bethany and an unnamed sinner woman bc they were all women mentioned semi-near each other in the book of mark. (also mary magdalene had a book in the bible that the men of the church voted to kick out of the canon— if you want to read her gospel its easy to find online. she was called the apostle of the apostles and was jesus’s favorite. he told her stuff he didn’t tell any of the others. i could go on about how the defamation of mary of magdalene has impacts on sexism within the structure of the catholic church for HOURS). one thing I like to do is take mary of magdalene and make her and mary of bethany (the woman she was confused for) lovers, and then make mary of bethany (a “sinner woman”) into a jesus figure in that piece. it’s a reclamation of queer love, women’s rights, and sexual power from a religion where all of those are damned. (i also like to juxtapose judeochristianity with other myths/religions so i do crossovers where mary of magdalene falls in love with Calypso (daughter of atlas). My current MFA thesis is about Mary of Magdalene as a lesbian. There might be proof out there that others smarter than me have found but mostly I just decided in my head she was a lesbian and ran with it.

If you want to talk more about this stuff my messages are open! also i recommend the book Jesus and John by Adam McOmber, it’s a surreal queer biblical retelling that turns the story of the crucifixion into a strange and heartbreaking queer horror romance between Jesus and his disciple John.

*** Disclaimer— I write a lot about religion bc i find it fascinating and i was raised very religious and have trauma from it. this text post is not meant to serve as any kind of sermon/to encourage anyone to get into religion, it is strictly educational and an explanation of one of my areas of study.

[partiallypearl]

hi hi hiiii just wanna let you know i've been listening to the btr fanmixes a lot since you posted them, especially the lucy stone one (i guess cuz it aligns the most with my music taste atm). what's your thought process when putting together a fanmix? i noticed genre is consistent within each playlist. do you consider lyrics, specific plots in canon etc? would love to hear ur thoughts ! :)

omg!!!!

thank u for the question! i usually have a general idea when i come up with fanmixes, like the lucy one was based on the idea of songs that she could hypothetically have put on her album in canonverse. i also try to stick to time periods as much as possible.

like my songs btr could have sang in the show fanmix (which i will link here) has songs from the late 90s & early 2000s & early 2010s since that’s the music showverse btr would have grown up w and would be interested in.

i had to really fight w myself to not put songs that didn’t fit that time period and i only have one song that doesn’t fit that, which is in the night by fly by midnight, which i put on the playlist bc the chorus gives me kendall vibes lol!

i sometimes consider plot points in canon, my lucy playlist is mostly pop rock/pop punk breakup songs bc she’s dealing with heartbreak as she writes this album, while my jo playlist has a mix of boy band songs and general pop songs + a few country songs bc she’s originally from north carolina, and most likely would have grown up listening to it!

(fun fact) hair salon by megan moroney is the song that inspired my jo playlist! the lyric, my blonde was gettin' brassy, my roots were comin' in, was the one that made me go oh i need to make a jo playlist and everything kind of built itself around that!

my camille playlist is a mix of songs about self confidence and sensuality bc that’s pretty much her in a nutshell

i consider lyrics, general vibe of the fanmix and in the case of like my ocs and stuff, the plot points that are specific to them!

thank you for the ask, and for enjoying my fanmixes hahaha

[livlepretre]

okay, i have caught up with all the new chapters in FE, and i am thoroughly and deeply obsessed with this universe again. UGH. you're killing me!!!!!

ok first of all the way that klaus just fully walks in on rebekah and elena going at it... INSANE. omg. your mind. i screamed.

then the way that klaus respects elena's wish to not be a vampire is so sweet, but also so heartbreaking when you realize it's not just that he respects her wishes, he is insanely jealous that elena would ever acquiesce to turning to be with rebekah specifically when she didn't want to turn to be with him. HEARTBREAKING. and this line... "My sister may warm your bed, but you belong to me. Your life, your death, and every moment before, after, and in between. All of them are mine. Are we clear?" you have destroyed me. i can't believe elena doesn't realize he's still in love with her after that line. LOL. poor girl is so delusional but i love her

elena being a fan girl with kol is hilarious and amazing i love itttt. i also love how you've captured how fun but also genuinely terrifying kol is. it never fails to amaze me how perfectly in-character you're able to write all of the originals such that they come to life in my head sounding exactly like the actors. AND THE KOLVINA HINTS??? not gonna lie i really hope we get to see that for ourselves at some point in this fic that would be SO fun

ok now i'm going to draw some tmi parallels to my personal life because i can't help it, especially after reading these newest chapters that i had never read before. so i had an on-again/off-again relationship with a very toxic and emotionally abusive ex for like six years and when i was first reading this fic i felt like there were a lot of parallels i could draw between him and klaus (yikes!). but i finally, FINALLY moved on from that man at the beginning of this year and fell in love with someone new, and for a little while that relationship was so sweet and easy and wonderful - just like elena and rebekah! and it really helped me heal in so many ways from my previous traumatic ex.

but then things fell apart because he needed a green card and he asked me to marry him and i just wasn't ready for that kind of permanent commitment yet, even though i did (do) really love him. so you see the parallels with rebekah wanting elena to turn to be with her forever but elena isn't ready for that commitment?? yeah. crazy! i literally saved this snippet in my notes app because i was just like DAMN. if that doesn't perfectly sum up my relationship and how it then fell apart.

"There was a time—short and wonderful and perfect—when things were sweet and easy between them. Amazing how a simple not yet could wreck everything so fast."

anyway i really don't mean to tell you all this in a trauma-dumping way, i just thought it was so wild how much elena's relationships with klaus and rebekah lined up with my own love life and i wanted to share. 😭 but yeah the parallels end there because ultimately i am still rooting for klena in this fic and i personally never want to get back with my ex who reminds me of klaus, lol. cuz unhealthy relationships are fun to read about in fiction but NOT fun irl and i have learned that lesson finally, thank god. 😬 but knowing that klena is eventually endgame, i am very curious now to see how her relationship with rebekah gets resolved... after falling in love again but still having some lingering feelings for my toxic ex, i can really relate to elena and her ability to love multiple people at the same time. so as much as it sucks, my recent experiences have made this fic feel SO real and deeply personal to me.

which, of course, means i am ever more desperate for the next update. love ya and hope you're doing well!!! 💜

this comment gave me a lot of joy 💖

also I feel EXTREMELY VINDICATED because that entire chapter with Klaus walking in on Elena having sex and Elena getting off on him watching her I was S C R E A M I N G like honestly wtf was I thinking

flkajflkdajflkajf I KNOW Klaus is psychotic and dangerous and just AWFUL and yet also????? a romantic????? in a monstrous way????

consider kolvina canon in this fic 😉

I'm so happy that Kol's characterization works so well for you-- he always makes me nervous to write! I found myself having to rewatch a lot of youtube clips (no time to rewatch full episodes with a toddler in the house, lol) trying to better capture his voice... I think he's also a character whose characterization changes drastically as the shows progress-- honestly I like where he ended up on the originals even more than how he started on tvd (I also liked paranoid!Kol in season 4 though. I think that's extremely worth bringing under the microscope lens for this fic)

I am so sorry to hear about your abusive ex. I've been there too, and it's just nothing but pain and heartbreak. Surviving that takes tremendous strength 💙

TOTALLY agree though that while the toxicity is SO much fun in fic, it's something to avoid like hell IRL. Drama is fun to read about, not so fun to live!

[getmehighonmagic]

omg ok I am so excited about literally ALL of the wips on your list but which one are YOU most excited about/haven't gotten to talk about yet???????? I WOULD LOVE ANYTHING SNIPPETS/DETAILS/VISUALS/VIBES ANYTHING!!!!!!!! <333 xx

ok ok ok I fucking loooove this!

So, there's two that I'm most excited about right now!

This one I'm writing on every day and I lie awake at night thinking about them. I've got this entire story mapped out, the first chapter is done. I plan on writing about 4 chapters and oh my god, I'm having the most fun working it all out. I came up with this story while doing the dishes and listening to San Francisco by Niall Horan and now I'm absolutely fucking obsessed. They're soulmates, they fall in love at first sight, followed by heartbreak and suffering, but there will always be a happy ending. Hopefully it'll be done soon!

“Kiss me,” he blurts out. He has to suck his cheeks between his molars and bite down hard to stop himself from cringing, because it really does sound insane, but he suddenly wants nothing more than for Alex to kiss him. He’s in a foreign country, in a place where he has all the privacy in the world. He’s alone, in the dark, under the stars, with a man so attractive it makes his skin prickle and he wants to be kissed. He wants to be swept off his feet. For once, Henry just wants to be something to someone.

This one here? This is my baby. FirstMarine will forever be my baby and this is the story in which I give Luke the happily ever after he deserves, even though he had to go through a lot of shit to get there. I've almost finished writing chapter 3, so this one is coming along nicely, but it's a bit of a slow burn, so it might take a while to finish it. Eeeee I could talk about this all day, haha! ♥

Luke ends up coming over almost every day, and if he’s not nestled under a blanket in Alex’s window seat with a book or his laptop and with Buddy at his feet, he’s texting Alex book recommendations or memes he finds funny. Alex has also discovered that Luke prefers tea over coffee, which means that he now owns a box full of various types of tea, sitting right beside his own coffee collection in the cupboard above the sink. Alex likes it; the fact that he’s not alone all the time anymore. He did make that choice consciously when he moved back to Austin - to concentrate on work and his own mental health for a while - but he hadn’t realized how much he missed having someone to share his brain worms with. He also likes Luke’s laugh when he says something especially silly. He doesn’t know why, but it feels like a unique thing to witness; like Luke doesn’t laugh like that all that often. He feels privileged to be exposed to it and he won’t admit it out loud, but it’s definitely the reason why he sometimes says silly things on purpose.

I am also incredibly exited about kinktober this year! I've got 3 stories finished, 2 halfway there and 9 more outlined, so it's gonna be hella good!

Snippet from #18: Thigh riding:

“You’re not wearing underwear,” Nora pants against June’s lips, a statement that makes her stomach flutter and her pussy throb. “You’re in my office, rubbing up on me, and you’re not wearing underwear.” June giggles and breaks the kiss, before hiding her face in the crook of Nora’s neck. “You’re very observant today.” Nora growls and turns her head to sink her teeth into June’s earlobe, just beneath the gold of her earring. “Don’t get cheeky with me,” she warns, slipping a hand up the back of June’s skirt to cup one of her perfectly round, warm cheeks. “I think,” June murmurs, kissing up Nora’s neck, “that being cheeky is going to get me exactly what I want, right now.”

Thank you for asking, this was fun! ♥♥♥

[yellowsugarwords]

Hi! Welcome back, it's nice you're feeling better and y'know can write again (I missed your writing so much). I do have a request for the walking dead tho!

The parental figures (Lee, Kenny, Rebecca, Alvin, Cristina, omid, Kate, Javi and David pls) overhear reader singing a rock song, it's the first time they heard them sing at all (and also know their taste in music) and their voice blows them away. (I imagine they sounded like this YouTube cover of "my understandings" by of mice and men. The cover is done by Lauren Babic)

https://youtu.be/BsfOWMtzDbU?si=54y2NM9cOpqMCJj3

(hope you enjoy, I can't wait to read their reactions!)

omg friend this is so fun. also, thank you for missing me!! it means so much to have my writing appreciated :') I so deeply missed how inspired twdg makes me feel and how much I missed the love that always entered my life whenever I was active here. it feels SO GOOD to be back. I haven't felt this happy in a long time :)

enjoy!!!

Lee: While the Motor Inn was large, it didn't stop sound from vibrating throughout the complex. Lee heard something muffled and wandered from door to door, attempting to locate the source. By the time he located the room and creaked the door open, he was stunned into silence. Y/N stood there, belting their soul out, mimicking holding a microphone. When they turned around, almost finished with their make-shift solo, they yelped. Their response caused Lee's shock to fade into joy. "You sound great," he said, voice low and gruff. "It's just something to do for fun. To kill time." Lee nodded, not wanting to embarrass them any more than they already were. "Well, I think you should keep at it." He chuckled to himself as he went to close the door. "But I'd like front-row seats next time." Y/N rolled their eyes playfully and waved him away. Their imaginary concert was still waiting.

Kenny: Kenny could feel his jaw clench at the faint sound of singing and humming. They needed to keep it down if they wanted to avoid walkers or travelers. As he rounded the corner, entering the bedroom the noise was coming from, the sounds abruptly ended. Y/N turned around, cheeks red and flushed, having been caught in their imaginary paradise. Kenny's eyes widened. "Y/N, was that you?" At first, Y/N was horrified they were in trouble, it wasn't until Kenny's shocked expression melted into one of understanding. "I'm impressed. It's been a long time since I've heard anyone sing." Y/N, cautiously, allowed their shoulders to relax. "And I've never heard you sing." "I've never been happy enough to sing." While heartbreaking, it gave Kenny some comfort that he was providing an environment where Y/N felt safe. He nodded and went to close the door, heart full and warm. "I can't wait to hear more." Y/N knew he meant it.

Rebecca: Rebecca, pregnant and in pain, could hear faint singing from one of the ski lodge bedrooms upstairs. Groaning, she made her way up the stairs and towards the noise. Without a knock, she pushed the door open. "Who's singing at-" she cut herself off, spotting YN flip around from where they had been brushing their hair in the mirror. "Oh, sorry," they said softly. "I didn't realize I was singing that loud." Rebecca paused, suddenly self-reflecting. Y/N was a child, singing while brushing their hair. Rebecca remembered when she used to do that as a little girl. She remembered doing it for her sisters' too. "No no," she began, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize." Meekly, she gave a smile, starting to enjoy the notion of music in their bleak world. "Keep singing." She paused. "It's really uplifting." Y/N smiled warmly, watching as Rebecca pulled their door and clicked it closed.

Alvin: "Go tell them to stop," Rebecca begged, both hands placed on either side of her stomach. "They're being loud." As much as Rebecca wished noise could bring her comfort, she was in so much pain given her pregnancy that she didn't care. Not even slightly. By the time Alvin reached the room where the noises were coming from, he creaked open the door and saw Y/N. They suddenly went silent and flipped around to face him. "Oh no," they said, voice soft and low. "Am I bothering her?" Alvin hesitated, just amazed at the sight: someone singing. There was joy in their lives again, and someone to bring that joy to them. He meekly smiled. "Just a little quieter. But don't stop." His heart grew warm at the thought that they were enjoying themselves. "Please, don't stop."

Christa: Christa wasn't a huge fan of singing, but this felt different. She could hear faint humming and singing and admittedly was curious. When she noticed it was Y/N, fake singing into a hairbrush as a microphone, she placed a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. It didn't work, as Y/N flipped around and squeaked. "Oh God, I'm so sorry." Christa waved her hand passively. "You act as though it wasn't good." She said through a chuckle. "It was great. You should keep doing it." "Really?" Y/N sounded unsure. Christa nodded. "The second Omid catches wind of this, he'll demand a full show. Just you wait." "You're making me not want to sing." The two laughed, momentarily filled with the joy that music could bring. "Don't stop. You're talented." Christa said, leaving them alone to their make-believe concert.

Omid: Omid was a fairly positive person despite the world they were living in. So, when he heard gentle singing coming from nearby, he deeply wanted to explore. By the time he turned the corner, he saw Y/N singing and swaying as they mindlessly cleaned. He smiled and leaned against the wall, watching in awe. By the time they turned around and noticed him, they froze. Their face turned a deep shade of pink. "Shit," they said softly. Omid chuckled. "When's the concert?" Y/N rolled their eyes and continued cleaning. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." "It isn't a bother," he insisted. "I loved it. Keep going." Y/N turned, confused, and smiled warmly seeing the genuine joy in his eyes. "If you insist," Y/N teased, starting off by humming again. Somehow, it reminded Omid of the days before the apocalypse. The days when singing was common.

Kate: Kate hadn't heard singing in what felt like decades. As she peeked her way through the Garcia's make-shift home, she heard the humming grow louder, suddenly hearing words strike a chord through their hallway. Knocking on Y/N's door caused the sound to stop. The instant Y/N opened the door, their cheeks were bright red. "I'm so sorry, I'll keep it down-" "What were you singing?" Kate asked quietly, genuinely. "That was beautiful." Y/N hesitated. "Really?" "I haven't heard anyone sing in ages." Pleasantly, she sat down, grinning from ear to ear. "Please continue." Sheepishly, Y/N fiddled with their hands. They weren't expecting an audience.

Javier: Javi was doing his usual night rounds - bored out of his skull - until he heard what started as humming. As far as he could tell, it was coming from the playground nearby. As he drew closer, the humming grew louder until he heard words. Lyrics. Someone was actually singing. By the time he turned the corner, Y/N was belting - as noise-appropriately as possible - with one of the prettiest voices Javier had ever heard. "Wow," he said softly, snapping them out of their imaginary concert. He beamed. "Y/N, that was amazing." He wandered closer to the clearly embarrassed teen. "You've gotta start singing more." Y/N was mortified that they got caught but admired how much praise they received. "Thanks, Javi." "Only the truth." He ruffled their hair and turned away. "Don't go performing without me, now." He teased. Y/N only smiled, pride and confidence flowing.

David: David could hear Y/N, but couldn't locate them. He knew they were in one of the nearby buildings, but which one was a mystery. That was until he reached the supply building. The door was propped open a crack, and as he poked his head in, his furrowed brow began a smug, sly grin. Y/N was belting out the lyrics to one of the few rock vinyls New Richmond managed to find for their communal record player. Y/N sang their heart out, completely oblivious to David. Once they finished, Y/N nearly jumped out of their skin as David began to clap. "Amazing," he said. At first, Y/N thought ht was teasing, but he seemed genuine. Real. Honest. His gleeful smirk melted to a smile of genuine joy. "I hope you keep singing." He said sweetly. "Maybe one day we'll have a talent show and you can show that off?" Smirking again, and not wanting to embarrass them, David excused himself and closed the door behind him. He was never amazing at compliments but hoped Y/N knew, deep down, that he was being genuine.

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