#unholy is an absolute tune

[splendiferous-bitch]

FIRST TIME GRAMMY WINNER AND HISTORY MAKER KIM PETRAS

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

La~La~la 🦇 anon here with a sagau idea!

I don't play genshin with sound on, I always have my headphones on and sing to some songs while I play witch got me thinking.....

What if reader started singing viva la vida/once upon a december or another song really well and it just so happened that they had characters who are really musical like venti Barbra and xinyan in their party?

It would start out really sweet like them complimenting their creators voice and vibing along, then turn into them trying to write songs that are more like our modern ones!

Venti accidentally inventing an acoustic ballad or smthn (I used almost all my spoons for the first half..)

xinyan making an unholy amalgamation of classic and rock

And Barbra trying out new scales while writing songs about the creator who has the voice of an angel and godly pitch

For a good idea of what I'm thinking try listening to, Viva La Vida (orchestral version) from annapantsu!

(Feel free to add )

OHOHOHOHOHO, 🦇 ANON YOU ARE COOKING.

I need to start crawling out of my hole and listen to the song you're recommending to me ASAP—holy cow, I live under a mountain at this rate (I'm like Azhdaha bro this is NOT good 😭 Watch me run with this blindly bc I keep FORGETTING to listen to the recommendations 🦇 Anon is sending me—)

I won't add any other characters, since the selection you have is already good!

Venti, Barbara, and Xinyan Wanna Jam, Too!

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

Venti

WISP BOI SHOOKETH. HE IS WHOOPING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS. MONDSTADT IS GOING CRAZY WITH THIS BARD IN TOWN GOING AROUND ABOUT THE CREATOR—

All jokes aside, he's over the moon to know that about your singing and your song preference. I feel like Venti would try to make his version of the songs you sing :D

By the time you meet in person, man's hands down worshipping your singing like his LIFE depends on it.

"Oh, Your Grace! Please sing your songs for all of Mondstadt to enjoy!" You can hear the literal excitement practically radiating in his voice.

He's very stoked and will sing along if you do decide to sing. Watch him brag this to the other archons (cough Zhongli and Ei mainly cough)

Barbara

The moment she heard the Almighty Creator sing, she thought both you and Barbatos blessed her. I mean, the winds, carrying your voice, to her?!

She's utterly shocked. She doesn't know if she's worthy of hearing your voice—But Barbara loves your voice! Of course the Almighty Creator would have the best voice of all of Teyvat!

She once caught herself humming the song you were singing to previously in the Church of Barbatos. Barbara was so embarrassed because the others managed to catch her humming that strange tune.

When you came around, Barbara was immediately the first one to ask you to sing—albeit a little timidly.

"Y-Your Grace! Uhm...Is it possible if you allow us Nuns at the Church to...hear you sing? Of course, you don't have to agree! We can sing the song ourselves if you wish!" Barbara just really wants to let you know that Mondstadt worships and adores you.

She would definitely make a choir version of the songs you sing. Be prepared to be invited and no, you're insisted to come. By everyone. :)

Xinyan

The first moment she heard you jam, she was loving it! Utterly loves the genre of music she hears from you!

From where she grew up (Liyue), there were some people that were very picky with their taste in music and usually called her rock'n roll a ruckus. To hear you sing something without a care in the world to a song that doesn't really fit to the usual old geezer's standards was utterly refreshing!

Sometimes, when she's given the honor of the stage, she would perform some performances to you and perform a rock'n roll version of the songs you sing. She has a musician's ears after all, she would remember how the riffs go and remix them to fit her style.

When you arrive, you better go out and listen! Xinyan would absolutely credit you and (if your up to it) sing alongside you!

"Haha, Your Grace! You're here—wanna hear my rock'n roll version of your songs?" She's good at remixing, it's almost unfair—

Yeah, none of them realize any of the songs you sang weren't your creation. Good luck explaining to them :)

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: WHY AM I TAKE 3 ETERNITIES TO WRITE EVERYTHING SOBBING. WHERE IS MY MOTIVATION OFF RUNNING TO ISTG—

Ahem, anyways—I hope you guys liked it :D I'm currently facing a bit of a time crunch atm so my response to requests will be even slower than it already is :') Sorry about that. I hope you guys love this post, though!

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[yesihaveaobsession]

A Morning Symphony

Alastor x female!reader

Summary: Partying too hard the night before led to being hungover, Alastor insists to help.

A/N- I always seem to write him like a little b*tch, Sorry!! HAHA😭

The sunlight streamed into your room, way too bright for how you were feeling. Your head throbbed like a badly tuned drum, and the awful taste in your mouth screamed of regret. You groaned, burying your face deeper into your pillow and yanking the blanket over your head, desperate to block out the world.

But, of course, peace wasn’t an option.

“Good morning!” came the cheery, sing-song voice of none other than Alastor. You flinched at the sound, clutching the blanket tighter as if that would keep him away.

“Go away, Alastor,” you groaned, your voice muffled by the layers of fabric.

“Oh, but I simply can’t!” he replied, his tone dripping with amusement. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t check on you? Especially after last night’s… festivities.”

Peeking out just enough to glare at him, you growled, “Alastor, I swear to all that’s unholy, if you don’t—”

Your threat was cut short when the room grew eerily quiet. Not the comforting kind of silence, but the unnerving, something’s-about-to-happen kind. You froze, clutching the blanket tighter.

“Alastor?” you called hesitantly. No response.

Then you heard it: static. Faint at first but growing louder, buzzing in your ears like a swarm of insects. The air turned icy, and the static morphed into distorted whispers. A chill ran down your spine just as the blanket was yanked away with dramatic flair, revealing a grinning Alastor standing way too close for comfort.

“BOO!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with that signature radio distortion.

You screamed, not from fear, but pure irritation.

“Alastor!” you snapped, grabbing a pillow and hurling it with all the strength your hungover body could muster. He sidestepped easily, dodging your weak attempt.

“You should’ve seen your face!” he howled, clutching his chest like he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world. “Absolutely priceless!”

Flopping back onto the bed with another groan, you muttered, “I’m going to kill you. Slowly. Painfully.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he teased, leaning over you with his ever-present grin. “Come on now! I’ll whip up something to cure you. A little radio magic, a sprinkle of jazz hands, and voilà—you’ll be good as new!”

“Or,” you countered, peeking out from under your pillow, “you could leave me alone and let me die in peace.”

“Not a chance!” he chirped, adjusting his bowtie. “Your misery is far too entertaining to ignore.”

As much as you wanted to strangle him, a tiny smirk tugged at your lips. Alastor’s antics, as maddening as they were, had their own strange, comforting charm.

“Fine,” you grumbled. “But if your so-called cure makes me feel worse, I’m coming for your soul.”

His grin widened even more, if that was possible. “Ah, darling, you’ll have to get in line for that!”

[bumblebeebats]

I never know what to say when people ask me what my day job is, bc i suppose the Professional answer would be "some unholy combination of social media manager/IT support/graphic & web design" but the most accurate answer would be something more akin to Mundane Advisor. Grand Vizier for Hippies. You see, years ago, my mother used to rent out rooms to tarot readers/acupuncturists/psychics/etc, and let me tell you something about new age-y types: absolutely fucking none of them know how to make a website. As a 12 year old with a drawing tablet and a homemade Weebly site about seagulls under my belt, I was already some kind of tech expert in their eyes, and earned a fair amount of pocket money throughout high school offering dirt-cheap website & logo design services. (Child labor or entrepreneurial spirit? Who's to say.) Years later, through the powerful force of word-of-mouth-advertising and the fact that the venn-diagram intersection between "people who know what an SSL certificate is" and "people who know what an oracle card is" is razor-thin, I find myself somehow still in this field, & spending my days composing emails to the tune of "Please, sire - I know your angels guided you to make this massive blurry stolen JPEG of a unicorn your homepage background, but might i suggest... not... that?" "Yes, Mistress, verily; I am sure your issues with Microsoft Edge may very well be due to mercury being in retrograde, but ah, just in case, I would also urge you to run a scan with an antivirus program." "I--sorry? I'm sorry, Good Lady, but the premise of your new business venture is... 'The concept of love'? Spreading awareness for the concept of love? I... alright. okay. might i suggest, gently, though I know you wish not to sully your divine vision with such mundane matters as 'financial viability,' that for the sake of the kingdom, we, ah - refine our scope, somewhat--"

[quinngefail]

Love your beatles fan Lawrence headcanon!!! also curious which beatle you think would be his fav?

I think Paul personally as I like to think Lawrence would be such a sucker for love songs (please please me and with the beatles are 100% his favs but also Abby road) plus both of them are workaholics so ig relatability

AUGJSK Don't mind me just forgot to reply to the first ask you sent me about THE BEE'OLS 😪

(Also I'm trying to quickly write this while on break so this may be a bit rambly and scatterbrained lol)

But yeah uhhh Yes to all of this LMAO... He is an absolute sucker for love songs, I just imagine him sitting and yearning to them 😩 I have to put together a fuckin playlist for him, I am far more equipped to give him a playlist over Adam hsksksk

Also like,, okay so I headcanon him growing up in a strict, catholic household. And obviously there's a whole history with religious opposition to rock, and then you also got the whole mess around John's "more popular than Jesus" remark. So I feel it's sorta safe to say that there was condemnation and then some of that sort of music within that household-

But Lawrence, with his increasingly shaky faith, ended up finding ways to listen regardless, without his parent's knowledge. Like man, he just likes how they sound 😭 come on 😭

And I imagine him in the present day (of 2005 within this context lmao) talking to Adam about it, and saying things to the tune of 'you know, I was also a bit of a delinquent myself growing up :}' and y’know,, he knows how lame 'YEAH I LISTENED TO DEVIL MUSIC BEHIND MY PARENT'S BACKS' sounds, but he'd add some dramatic flair to be funny lol. Like yeah I was reaaal dangerous, filling my ears with unholy tunes-

OH and I think he'd also like George's solo songs. And the Traveling Wilburys by extension :)

Just need to note as well, outside of the Saw stuff. My dad was a huge Beatles fan so there was no way it wasn't going to rub off on my whole family lol, like My little brother is literally named after a Beatles song HRKSKGKSK

Okay I need to get back to it but THAT'S MY YAP SESSION FOR NOW 🫡

[astermath]

Would it be okay to request a Carmy x reader where reader isn't a smoker but consumes lollipop instead? While on a break Carmy storms out stressed, unable to find cigarettes, reader notices his anxiety and causally takes lollipop out of their mouth and put into Carmys. "I know this can't replace nicotine but maybe this time you need something sweet". Carmy is suprised and reader just goes inside to work only to figure out later what they did and frantically running out back to apologize to Carmy. 👉👈

absolutely my dear!! I switched it up a teeny tiny bit, hope that's okay! thank you so much for the lovely idea! ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ

word count: 0.8K

warnings: swearing, slight suggestive talk, not proofread lol

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It had been over a year since you'd quit smoking, a habit you'd originally picked up because of the stress from your job and education combined. And you'd gladly taken the breaks that came along with it.

It had started as a New Year's resolution, quitting smoking, but you took it very seriously. But going cold turkey was hard, really hard, so you'd turned to something else to fill the void.

Lollipops.

Relatively harmless, delicious and allowed inside too.

And your boss, Carmen, had been so kind to let you take your "lollipop breaks" outside too, when the others were smoking. It gained you a few confused looks from your colleagues at first, but they got used to it pretty soon.

A week ago, you and Carmen were closing up, and you'd jokingly offered him a lollipop from your stash instead of a cigarette.

"Hahah, very funny. Those are gotta be laced with somethin' with how much you love them." He reached for his pack of cigarettes.

"Just the recipe for cavities." You started looking through your bag. "Come on, what's your favorite flavor, I got a ton of 'em."

He sighed, putting the small cardboard box back in his pocket. "Give me the apple one."

"Good choice," you handed him the plastic wrapped candy, and he quickly tugged off the wrapper and put it in his mouth.

"Mm," he hummed, hands clasped as his arms rested over his knees. Sitting on the curb was always more comfortable after doing a closing shift. "Haven't had one of these in ages."

He watched you from the corner of his eye. Plump lips wrapped around hard candy, the hard part of it creating a slightly bulge in your cheek, and when you'd take it out, your lips would always make that satisfying pop. Shit, he'd almost started getting some unholy thoughts about it.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, still coming down from a long day of work.

"You know, smoking is really bad for you." You looked up at the night sky, trying to figure out if you were seeing a shooting star or a plane.

"No shit," he huffed, "so is sugar, dumbass."

You chuckled. "Touché chef, touché."

Tonight had been a night just like the one the week before.

You were already sat out on the curb, lollipop in your mouth, humming a tune to yourself, when Carmen went outside to join you. The weather was nice, and it was welcome after you'd just had the most hellish shift in a long time.

He reached for his cigarettes in his back pocket, brows furrowing when the packet felt surprisingly light. He opened it, groaning upon discovering it was empty. "Christ... I gotta let Richie stop bumming cigarettes from me." He was clearly irritated, foot tapping on the concrete as he looked off to the distance.

"Lollipop?" You asked, already reaching into your bag.

"Please," he sighed out, legs straightening out to stretch them a bit.

You started rummaging around, and just like him before, was met with the clear absence of your favorite snack. Either there was a candy thief around, or you seriously needed to start cutting back on how many of those you had per day.

"Fuck, I'm out, uhm..." You noticed how agitated he seemed, and you weren't about to have him go home in a shit mood after he'd worked so hard. So you figured you might as well try and ask.

"Do you want mine?"

He turned his head slightly, eyebrows raising at what you'd just said. He trusted you, he wasn't a believer of cooties, but taking a lollipop straight from someone else's mouth was a bit more extreme than having a sip from the same cup. But it was you, he knew you, he liked you, so... Fuck it, why not?

"Yeah... Sure." He watched your lips closely as the hard candy dragged across them, spit painting them so beautifully. He almost didn't notice your hand reaching it out to him, and he took it carefully. He looked straight into your eyes when popping it in his mouth, and you felt like there was something strangely erotic about it all.

"Well," you put your hands on your knees and got up, "I gotta go, I have somewhere to be early tomorrow, so..." You smiled, a little awkwardly. "You owe me a lollipop though."

He smiled, and you did too. "For sure. Now go home, I can tell you're tired chef."

"Heard." You grinned, waving a quick goodbye before walking off to the nearest metro station.

Man, he'd really start enjoying lollipops more if they were all covered in the taste of you.

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[sshadowritestoriess]

i love your blog!! your writing has such a nice tone to it... do you think i could request zenyatta realizing he has feelings for a human, similar to the ramattra one? thanks so much if you do!! have a nice day!!

That’s so kind, thank you! I can absolutely try this ^^

Zenyatta Realizing his Feelings

Unlike his omnic brother, Zenyatta is very in-tune with his feelings and emotions. He is shameless in regard to how he feels and takes care in the ways he expresses and deals with them

And that’s what makes him so level-headed, being so understanding with himself— and certainly far more than most. Taking time to process the going-ons of his mind has become a second nature.

When he first met you, likely introduced by Genji, there was practically an immediate recognition for potential after sharing a couple conversations. This did not change how he approached you, speaking with you as he would anyone else.

But he did grow fond of you very quickly, seeking a friendship that you were more than happy to reciprocate

Hanging out with him felt very natural, almost as if you’d known one another for years. He had a very patient interest in the things you liked to talk about, show him, or even take him to

There’s something angelic in the way he laughs, which he found himself doing quite often when he would do things with you. To others, it was strange seeing him so easily amused— but you didn’t know any better.

He wouldn’t push to spend time with you too often, however. He enjoyed your presence as well as your absence— he liked missing you, if only for a short while, waiting to see if you would come to him sometimes (and he wouldn’t be hurt if you didn’t, he knew you still cared for him even if you never initiated)

But he would know pretty quickly that he has an interest in you, and he’d allow these feelings to brew inside him for a while before ever acting on them

Zenyatta would know for certain he had more than a simple crush when you had once hugged him unprompted, and without asking. A pleasant surprise, and there was a tickle in his chest that brought out a quiet laugh as he embraces you tightly

He’d be floating a bit higher than usual, elated at your display of affection

The overwhelming thought of dragging you into his arms and lap and floating off into the stars was clearly a huge sign, and he had to calm his impulses before he tried.

That would probably be the first time he actually missed what you said, so distracted by his own thoughts that he would politely ask you to repeat yourself (happily able to disguise his embarrassment, if not for the lack of an expressive face)

If he were to develop inappropriate thoughts about you, they would be quite shallow. This sort of thing would likely only occur while you were with him, somewhere private, that he might entertain the thought for a moment during a pause in conversation— but it would quickly go dismissed

Any hungrier imaginations would more than likely be your deliberate doing. But even if that would be sending a particularly revealing selfie, simply being curious enough to ask about omnic intimacies, or maybe being bold enough to sit in his lap— facing him— while he meditates, you’d never actually know what was going on in his head without asking

He was a master at keeping up his calm persona. But internally, he would be frantic at his own unholiness, expending far too much of his concentration to remain at ease that his orbs of harmony would begin faltering in their circle around him

He might have had to excuse himself, just once. Boners weren’t typically a visual problem for omnics, protected by a modesty panel, but it would be uncomfortable nonetheless

He’d mutter his apologies to you as he takes care of himself, even though you would not be present. He didn’t necessarily believe it wrong to indulge in such thoughts about someone, but there was a kind of guilt there anyways

Ending up in that kind of state would be quite rare for Zenyatta, anyhow. He had the utmost patience, and would attempt pursue you when he felt he was ready (and if you demonstrated comfortability with this sort of thing)

But if you try to woo him first, you’d find your beloved monk incredibly bashful toward your attempts, and he’d do everything he can to make sure he was meeting you halfway

[daemon-in-my-head]

An idea:

Long before the Absolutes plan was even thought about, a young human and his unholy companion attended a soirée in the upper city, seeking to establish themselves within high society so that their respective purposes are easier achieved.

The unholy not-couple turning heads where they go, charming one attendee after the other, but their gazes constantly seeking out each other. Anytime their eyes meet, soft smiles flicker on their faces, as their owners continously get lost in worlds of their own.

Gortash sauntering over, handing the charming Bhaalspawn a drink alongside an invitation to meet on one of the private balconies to talk about business.

Perhaps once the doors behind them lock, one hand finds the other, guiding it's owner to the distant sound of music. Perhaps one pair of lips finding the other, tasting the sweet, burning liquor.

Hushed voices that speak of secret promises, hoping the words will be drowned out by the bustling of the city and the bards' cheerful tunes. Praying that not even the gods will hear them as they sin against them.

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

first day as the envoy of Yan, and i have a brilliant, amazing, fool-proof plan to assassinate the warmongering tyrant of Qin. I've got the head of a famous general inside a box, a poison dagger hidden inside a map and my backup is ruthless murderer who killed a man at age 13. mark my words, this day will go down in history!

update: my backup got cold feet and became catatonic with fear the moment we set foot in the palace. i quickly spun a story about him being a country bumpkin who was suffering culture shock but now the guards are suspicious and i have to approach the throne room alone--well, mostly alone. Oh, General-Inside-A-Box, we're really in it now.

update: the Warmonger laughed at my joke! i am going to get a good evaluation for regicide, which is normal to want and possible to achieve.

update: it's time to present the map. my palms are sweaty, knees weak and this scroll feels so heavy. i regret eating so much of my niang's dalu mian beforehand because someone didn't put enough salt inside this box and the general (heaven rest his brave soul) is starting to smell and to be honest it's making me a little nauseous. the fear rises in my gullet, strong and acrid, threatening to choke me, but i force it down and put on a brave front, like a swan on a tranquil lake, kicking like mad underneath. this is my one opportunity and i cannot let it slip away. Yan is too small to meet the might of this tyrant in open battle. for the sake of my people and all that i love, i must prevail.

update: i missed.

update: i am now chasing the Warmonger around the throne room. he cant unsheathe his Hugely Impractical Ceremonial Sword and none of his ministers are permitted to carry weapons so they just stand on the sidelines yelling advice. eventually the court physician comes to his senses and throws his medicine bag at me, giving the Warmonger an opening to finally get his sword out and cut me down. i throw my knife at him (also missed) as a final act of defiance but frankly speaking, there's not much face left to salvage here. when i enter the afterlife, the general is laughing so hard his head almost falls off again. i am never going to live this down.

update: I go down in history as a hero and one of the Five Great Assassins. really makes you wonder about the other four.

update: oh my god! my best friend is here too! what a sight for sore eyes, i can't wait to catch up and play some tunes with him!

notes under the cut:

The story takes place in 228 BC, the King of Qin is in the middle of a brutal war of conquest. In the span of just ten years (In 230--221 BC) he will unify china and become the first Emperor (the terracotta warriors belong to him). He will go down in history as both a cruel tyrant and brilliant statesman, to call him influential is to say the Yangtze river is "just a big puddle."

Jing ke -- (the assassin) originally hails from the state of Wei, which was conquered by Qin, afterwards he became a retainer of Yan and joined the plot to seek revenge. I simplified the story a lot for the sake of narrative clarity.

General Huan Yi -- former general of Qin who lost favour with the King. In an absolute bro move, he agreed to commit suicide and let his head be used as a "gift" for the assassination attempt. I couldn't find any sources on how severed heads were preserved during this time, but drying + curing with salt seemed pretty reasonable so i went with that.

yes, i did just combine the Second Century Warlord with Eminem to create an unholy abomination that is the deepest of deep cuts. 娘 Niáng -- [Mum] considered archaic 打卤面 Dǎ lǔ miàn--braised noodles

Jing Ke's buddy Gao Jianli (who is a famous musician) ALSO tries to kill King Qin to avenge his friend's death. He was recognised and blinded before his first attempt, but was allowed to stay. During this time, he ingratiated himself with the king and hid weights inside his instrument, biding his time until he could get close enough to take a swing (spoiler: he also missed).

[briefunknownnerd]

Hi, friends! I'm a pretty new content creator here, even though I've been on Tumblr for a little over a year now. I've got some ideas rattling around in my brain, and I just wanted to share a little piece from a fanfic I'm writing that's going to be published on AO3 as soon as I've completed it! I'm on 16k words (out of how many? who knows I'm just getting started) so far, and I absolutely cannot wait to share! Without further ado, the prologue. With all my love, Em

Once upon a time, there was a girl made of stars. She lived off of moonlight and honey, drinking the nectar as much or as little as she liked. And she coasted off of those stars, with wings softer than silk and lighter than air. For she loved the stars- the dust that was in her very bones. 

Every star was different. Some shimmered and sparkled, others were angry red things that could burn her fingertips. Her favorite, though, were the ones that twinkled and winked in and out of existence. Those stars were her haven- away from the paradise she called home. The girl went to the stars whenever she could, away from lessons that covered the whole span of the universe. From the dawn of creation, to when the seers will tell when each star, planet, and creature will die out. 

Upon reaching her 28th year- in mortal terms- she was bestowed a glorious sword made of heavenly fire. The flames upon the blade did not burn the girl, for she was partly made of the same fire herself. Fire and stardust. Life and death. 

The flames licked at her skin and danced when she smiled. 

The girl made of life and death was thrust into a battle with no training. The sword was her best friend and kept her safe- for she was lonely. For eons, she waged wars and fought battles, and named the sword Kavod, for she bestowed holy righteousness upon her enemies. 

The girl was sent to earth, back and forth, for millennia, protecting the little mortals that her Lord cared about so much from unholy entities. However, when she flew down to earth in robes made of hyacinth and fire, with trumpets and pipers playing their tune, she grew fond of one. Too fond. 

The girl made of the stars fell in love. 

She had gone to bed with the man she loved, pouring her heart and soul into loving him. By a jealous God, she was whisked away back home. When she returned, with streets paved with gold and gates made of sparkling diamonds and pearls, she was outcast. Down and out to earth to live a mortal life, for falling in love with mortals was forbidden where she came from. And every night that she was on earth, she looked to the stars to make a wish upon each one. A wish to live her human life to the fullest, to keep her love, to fight glorious battles like she once did when she was young. To stretch her wings again and to fly to the stars, and to drink the nectar one last time. But the girl made of stars was no more. 

[holybibly]

oh no mommy don't tell me you just wrote possessive fighter san :<

my fingers were trembling the whole time, thankfully being in the subway helped me be a good girl and not touch my bunny parts without mommy's permission i do feel my panties wet tho

now,.. being san's roommate is absolutely insane i'd die and kill to sniff onto his used shirts and underwear every time i do the laundry [sad bunny noises]

thank you so much once again <3

- peach

Mmm, you're such a dirty girl. I bet you wish your sweet roommate San would help you with that, don't you, peach? Or better yet, fuck you right there on the subway, with so many people around you. Where everyone could see how well he can play with you.

But as you all know, bunnies, all the unholy thoughts are just a warm-up for the main action. So, stay tuned.

[tallochar]

☕️ also, hopes/wishlist/expectations for the next DC cinematic universe, if that's something you think about at all?

I honestly tuned out of DC fairly soon, for the longest time I was more of a Marvel girly (until Marvel burned me out and now I go but I do not emotionally invest into it anymore), and I still have to see ... ugh, so many of their movies.

I went to see the first Aquaman in 4DX (back before my back pain made it so that 4DX is not a viable option for me, first world problems I know but it bums me out that I cannot go anymore without ending up in crippling pain) but that was because it had both Jason Momoa and Temuera Morrison and I am a long time fan of both (and also Jason Momoa going around mostly shirtless and wet? Always going to watch) though I actually skipped the second one because it happened in a moment in RL last year while I wasn't paying attentions to movies AT ALL and so I managed to miss that it was coming out.

I know I should watch if not all of the old movies at least the Flashpoint one (can't remember if it's the correct name or not but I know I will at some point because the unholy squeaking sounds I made when Michael Keaton showed up in the trailer, I can't even begin to tell you).

I have yet to watch anything with Affleck!Batman in it and I kinda want to see his take on the character, but I don't have the spoons in me. I have seen 1 Superman!Cavill movie and it didn't really make me want to watch more.

I have also seen Wonder Woman 1 and from what I remember it was pretty enjoyable as long as I did not engage my brain, but when I did it had some plot holes that bugged me and some stuff that did not fully jive with me but I could not open my mouth about anything less than absolutely blindingly loving it lest I be crucified for it because it was Directed By A Woman [or that was the impression fandom gave me at the time] so I just kept my mouth shut and peaced out.

I had a blast watching the most recent Harley Queen movie, but it's not a BOP movie and it's definitely an Elseworld movie kinda deal to me because that's the only way I could watch it without screaming vengeance over their treatment of Cassandra Cain or most other non-Harley characters involved. Otherwise I would just scream and hate and rage.

I have not watched Joker yet because it strikes me as the sort of movie I need to be in a specific sort of mood to watch or it might really fuck with me in a bad way so I don't know how I feel about Joker Folies Au Deux (or the fact that it seems, from the trailer, to be painting Joker as the one exploited and manipulated into things by Harley rather than the other way around) but like, it feels like A Serious Movie That Might Hurt Me Emotionally because Joaquin Phoenix and it being definitely an Elseworld movie and also I am no, generally speaking, a big Joker fan so -- *shrug and raise hands emoji*

I deeply enjoyed the more recent Suicide Squad right until they killed Rick Flag and then I gasped in pain and wanted to beat Peacemaker's face in (I know his series is good, according to people whose tastes I trust, but HE KILLED RICK FLAG, I am NOT watching it [yet], yes I can absolutely be petty like that) so I am tentatively trusting James Gunn.

I know it's considered more of an Elseworld sort of movie, but I did really love The Batman with Robert Pattinson and I am looking forward to see what they do with a sequel to that and how they move on from how the last movie ended (here's to hoping we don't get too big of a timeskip, I would really love if they picked it up from where it left off rather than jumping ahead).

I am not sure how I feel about the "current canon" Batman movie in the works going with Damian as the Robin in it, but I am being tentatively hopeful about it, because my brain (possibly stupidly but hey I am allowed to dream until I get jossed) keeps thinking it is actually a genius idea if instead of going from Dick forward you jumpstart things by having Damian there and possibly referencing the other former Robins as Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Spoiler / Batgirl, maybe throw in Black Bat too etc. and then you can just introduce them with their own movies without having to go through things chronologically.

It is very much NOT encouraging to me that it's based upon the Morrison storyline, though, because I am a Tim fan and Morrison did their best to excise him and treat him from non-existent to pretty much an outsider.

I don't know if that's Gunn's vision or if it's just my own take on doing things, but it could be cool? Maybe? Here's hoping.

I went and took a look at the list of upcoming movies (this one) because I wasn't keeping up with it and seeing The Authority on it makes me hope a tender hope that it will not completely fucking suck and that it might actually be interesting (please please please do them all justice, I am begging here).

I am flabbergasted Keanu Reeves agreed to come back as Constantine, but I liked the first movie (which I saw before I read any comics with constantine in it) so hey, maybe it will be another interesting movie again. I do like Keanu as an actor, though he is very much an Elseworld Constantine and has nothing to do with pre-Flashpoint canon Constantine, which is the one I know.

Seeing a Nightwing movie being talked about makes me think I might be right about the upcoming Batman movie introducing Damian but also having the other former Robins in the background and that would be honestly a relief.

I'd love to see a Lobo movie doing the Main Man right but god, that would be so tricky to pull off, especially in the current socio-political climate and with the cancellation culture and everything else going on that I've seen fandom wise.

Everything else I am seeing on that list either doesn't excite me or is not really a character I know so I'll take it with a grain of salt.

Sorry if this was more rambling about past projects than upcoming ones, I tried to balance things out and hope this answers your curiosity :D

Thank you for sending in the asks!

[brazenlystrong]

couldn't get the idea out of my head so uhh. teacher sukuna hanging out with gojo under his desk while he does paperwork after hours. xo.

@koseigu

It’s late past midnight at Jujutsu High, and the campus lies beneath a velvet sky littered with faint stars. The crescent moon hangs low, casting a pale, silvery light that filters through the windows of Gojo Satoru’s office. The sprawling room is bathed in a cool, ghostly glow, with shadows dancing along the walls, stretching from the towering stacks of paperwork cluttered on the desk.

The office is minimalist, except for a few touches—a framed photograph, a half-empty cup of forest fruit black tea, and a bonsai tree in the corner that seems neglected much like the paperwork Gojo has been lazily sifting through. His desk is positioned near a wide window, giving him a panoramic view of the night’s serenity. But the peaceful scene outside is lost on him as he scans through the last of the reports. He yawns, a soft pout forming on his lips as he stretches and leans back in his chair.

“ Man, why did I put this off? ” he mutters, resting his chin in his palm. His long fingers idly tap on the desk.

Then— knock, knock.

Gojo straightens, his senses prickling. His lips curve into a half-smile, knowing immediately who it is before the door even creaks open.

The second Sukuna enters, the moonlight seems to cling to him, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. It makes Gojo absent-mindedly bite his lower lip before realizing and displaying a sheepish expression.

“ Didn’t expect a late-night visit. ” He hums, the tune dripping with smugness as if he’s been secretly waiting for this moment.

The air thickens with the unholy blend of Sukuna’s ancient malevolence and Gojo’s boundless confidence—a quiet but dangerous energy.

Gojo should be focusing on work, but he should also be resting. There’s truly no break for him but having Sukuna here makes his night a ton better. And perhaps… unforgettable even.

Satoru usually refrains from getting too frisky on school grounds yet he’s also the one who encourages this behavior when he’s completely alone with Sukuna. He relies on his Six Eyes to ensure that no one else is around. Mayhaps the thought of crossing a line excites him just a little but without actually crossing it. The power lies in the choice, In flirting with the boundaries but never breaking them.

Each time he teeters closer, the rush intensifies, not from the act itself, but from the intoxicating sensation of dancing on the edge of the forbidden without fully surrendering.

“ Ah—” he huffs under his warm breath, his thoughts trailing briefly away from the letters written on the papers in his hand.

No one would bother him at this hour but deep inside he is on the cusp of action with a heightened sense of tension. For a brief moment, his Six Eyes have a glimpse into the outer existence beyond the office with an almost suffocating awareness of limitless knowledge and precision, as if nothing can escape their gaze.

The ridges of a hot mouth taking every inch of him is sending his mind into a heady haze. For him to stay alert, he needs to be absolutely focused. Though… the mind feels high, as though drunken, without being so. A soft murmur is sound from him at the feeling of sharp teeth gently grazing his flesh. The sheet he’s been holding on slips between his fingers, caught airborne, swaying side-to-side, and falls to the ground. If he wanted to, he would’ve pulled it with Blue— his fingers spread out before folding in, stopping himself once heat pools down his abdomen and his hips threaten to thrust into the pleasurable insides of Sukuna's mouth.

“ Sukuna— ” he calls out quietly.

Behind the dark fabric of his blindfold, Satoru is trying to maintain his composed demeanor. It’s almost amusing to him, how this affects him physically. A rose tint spreads from his high cheekbones down toward his jawline. The contrast between his hair complexion and the subtle pink flush is striking, making it more vivid. Flustered, he grins—knowing his emotions that are usually locked behind an impenetrable wall have briefly broken through. How embarrassing…

“ You’re gonna taste me on your tongue real soon if you keep goin’ like that. Juuust so you’d know— ”

[copiousloverofcopia]

UNHOLY FUCK Ghesties!

Hello, how are you all?

I know I have kind of absent on here a bit, but I have a lot going on in my personal life as well as just being an adult with responsibilities, so the struggle is real.

Thank you all so much for hangin' around (pun intended) and sticking in there with me...

As a thank you, here is the next chapter of Death and Flowers, featuring Copia and my OC Sister Ollie.

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

Death & Flowers

It hadn't been serious, it never was with him. While Papa was suave and Ollie enjoyed their time together it wasn't meant to be. She knew it wasn't something meant to last…something permanent but—here she was. It was only one missed pill and life forever changed.

Chapter 13: The Little Things Give You Away

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven't started yet? Start from the beginning HERE!

Read below the cut!

"You have got to be fucking kidding me Dew!" Cirrus growled, tripping over the ghoul's guitar case. Her white eyes, burning as she glared at him across the room. The rest of the ghouls, all huddled together for practice and tuning their instruments while shooting the breeze. 

"Maybe you should watch where you step girly." Dew snickered. The room filled with "oos", echoing off the walls as the Ghoulette stomped over to him. Dew, chuckling to himself on the floor before she gave him a good slap on the back of the head.

"Hey! Why I oughta…" he growled, teeth bared and tail swishing angrily behind him. 

"I'm here, I'm here." Copia called out as he erupted into the room. Flustered looking, but ready to get the practice going. Hoping that he might distract himself from all he had just experienced. Dedicated to playing the part of ignorance until he had more to go on.

"Finally." Dew scoffed, the little gremlin rubbing the aching spot on his skull. Copia paid him no mind. Too lost in his own thoughts to be shook by any of Dew’s petty commentary. It was clear to the ghouls from the moment he entered, that Copia had things on his mind. 

Only Aether and Cumulus knew the truth. That whatever distracted him, it was more than just impending fatherhood and a world tour. Aether, wondering what was learned that the Cardinal was desperately attempting to keep buried down in front of the others. For now, everyone was waiting and Copia knew he had business to attend to. He grabbed the mic, shooting a look over to Aether. An acknowledgement that there was much to discuss between them, and with that practice began.

It was a couple hours into their session, and the ghouls were having an absolute blast. Practicing their chords and notes. Not a care in the world other than being the best they could for each other and, most importantly, Ghost. The music was melodic and hauntingly powerful. A testament to the talents contained within them. 

Copia was more reserved, still heavy with his thoughts. Though you could no longer tell by looking at him. Within just a couple of songs, he was debaucherously swaying his hips and singing away. Melting into his performance like butter against a hot knife. The ghouls were in absolute awe of him. If there were ever any reservations about the Cardinal taking up the mantle that Terzo had held so magnificently before him, all of that had now been washed away. 

Copia was truly in his element. A shame that had it not been for the tragedy befalling the Emeritus sons, he might not have been considered for Ghost. Afterall, only those who were of the bloodline had had the honor. Copia knew differently—there was Emeritus blood running in his veins, even if only a few others knew it. 

It was in the middle of one of the last few songs that he noticed Ollie. Stammering through the lyrics as he saw her face. She had snuck in and managed to tuck herself into the back of the room. Eyes wide and a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth while watching him. 

Copia was mesmerizing and even enigmatic. Her presence made him more feral. Wildly prancing around the ghouls like the cat who caught the canary. Showing himself off to her. Ollie, delightfully clapping at his every antic. Watching with wonder and joy in her eyes. When practice was finally over, he rushed back to her—panting as he took her into his arms and held her close.

"Such a nice surprise to see your face here. Though I'd prefer you rest." He told her, his hand gently gliding over her belly. 

"Cope…I just got the ok to be up and about—you can bet I'm not gonna waste the opportunity to come see you all perform.” she replied as the ghouls all began packing everything up. 

“This one has a lot of talent, that's for sure. Hopefully the kiddo takes after him, eh?” Mountain said, giving a jab to Copia before passing by. Drumsticks in hand and towering over everyone else in the room. Copia and Ollie gave one another a slight smile with his words in response to his words as Aether and Cumulus approached them. 

The two ghouls, trying to hide the worry from their faces. Waiting patiently as Dew and Cirrus passed by them. Leaving only the four of them standing there in the emptiness of the Hall. A few moments of silence passed before any of them spoke. Ollie, finally breaking the quiet between them with a question. 

“Wha–what’s going on?” Ollie asked, looking back and forth between Copia and the ghouls. It was clear the three of them knew something that she didn’t. The feeling was beginning to gnaw at her stomach as she waited for them to respond. 

“Ah–” Copia stumbled around to answer before Aether chimed in.

“Cardinal, what did you hear?”

“What’s going on Copia?” Cumulus asked, completely confused as well, but sensing the ominous tone between them.  Copia took a quick look around the room, making sure no prying eyes or ears were around to witness them before speaking. 

“I can’t say for sure Aeth…but it seems there is a conspiracy to overthrow the Emeritus bloodline. For the Papacy to be used in a way it was not intended…and it seems I am being used as a pawn in that—the ghouls I hear are too. A scapegoat perhaps for the death of the brothers.” Copia explained, though still unsure of it all. Aether, Cumulus, and Ollie felt the sense of doom creeping in.  

“But Cope…your…” Ollie whispered. 

“I know—according to Saltarian, I should never have known about Nihil. He was furious with Sister for telling me.”

“Nihil?” Aether asked, the three others preparing for what could possibly be said next.

“Nihil is my father.” Copia confessed. Aether rubbing his head, swirling with the implications. “I wasn’t supposed to know…and I think it has something to do with Saltarian. I just—just can’t say for sure yet.”

“What are we going to do?” Cumulus asked, her tail tucked between her legs and her eyes heavy with tears.

“We fight back.” Aether chimed in, taking Cumulus’s hand in his. “Cardinal, what do you need us to do?”

 “The two of us will get the ghouls ready. I need them all sniffing around to find some answers…particularly with Saltarian and his three men—but be careful we don’t know what they are capable of. Cumulus you take Ollie back to the suites. I want her kept away from anything that might go down.” 

“Right. We got this.” Cumulus asserted, determined to help in any way she could. 

“Copia?” Ollie said, her hand gripping onto him tight as she cradled her belly. The anxiety, building up steadily inside her. 

“It’s gonna be ok Ollie I promise…but for now we are still in danger. Especially you and the baby.”

“Yeah, and you know who else—” Aether said as he gritted his teeth. “Nihil.”

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From the moment they left, Copia could tell they were close. Both him and Aether, walking steadily down the hall. Their steps filled with intention though they remained composed. Hoping they wouldn't give away their intentions to anyone who might be keeping watch. Just as they reached the double doors leading to the ghoul’s den, the chaotic dwelling of Hell spawn, someone grabbed Copia by the cassock. Yanking him off into one of the rooms used by siblings for prayer and solitude—among other things. It was Sister Imperator, placing her hand over her son’s mouth as Aether tried to follow them inside. 

“Ghoul, this doesn’t concern you.” she snipped. Copia removed her hand from his mouth, motioning for Aether to leave to the two of them and continue on without him.

“It’s ok Aeth. I will be with you shortly…please go.” he begged him. Aether nodded, reluctantly following his orders and taking off into the den. 

“What is it you want, Sister?” he asked her.

“C—I need to tell you something. I should have long before now.”

“What else could you possibly have to say?”

“I fear I have put your life in more danger. You see there is someone…someone who wants the Emeritus bloodline to end and—”

“And I am the last of them?” Copia asked, trying to appear as if this was the first time anything had occurred to him. Careful to not let Sister know he knew anything other than what was heard from her own lips. 

“It’s not just that, you see they’ve always known about you. The problem is not that now you know and because of that I have put you at risk and, unexpectedly, the baby.”

“The baby?” Copia asked, hoping he could get her to confess more. That she would reveal to him those who threatened Ollie and the baby so he could dispose of them. 

“There was always a risk, you see…since…since the child is his.” Sister confessed, her words hitting Copia like a knife to the chest. She knew. She somehow knew that Copia wasn’t the father of Ollie’s child.

“Then… then you…”

“Know that Terzo is the father? Yes, I do, unfortunately and I am not the only one C.”

“Why haven’t you said anything before now? Pretending to be this innocent woman and now more and more of your secrets and lies just keep spewing out of you—-what more aren’t you telling me?!” Copia demanded answers. 

“I need you to understand C, it's not as simple as that. You see I had my suspicions that Sister Olive was carrying his child from the beginning. I knew she was pregnant before the brothers were killed. I will admit when I discovered it, I was angry. I hoped that she would end things before they got too far, but then when Terzo…well I just knew in my heart she wouldn’t be able to NOT have the baby.”

“This whole time!” Copia began yelling, ready to strangle her. His white eye, glowing with rage as he tried to contain his fury. Taking everything in him to not kill her where she stood. 

“Shh…someone will hear us.” she quieted him. Continuing on with what she needed to say, “I knew then her life would be in danger if anyone in the Ministry was to find out. I allowed myself to make some poor choices…because of my own selfish wishes to have you ascend.” Copia shook his head in disgust. He had never asked for any of this. Not the papacy, the power, any of it. All he ever wanted was Ollie and now his own mother was one of those responsible for the danger she was in.

“I panicked and tried tipping off the ghouls. Hoping they would convince her to leave, but instead all it did was drive Omega mad and Alpha deeper into his need to prove the ghouls’ innocence.”

“So there is a conspiracy against them?”

“Yes, C…I am so sorry. I can’t say why. All I know is that if anyone was to find out about it it would be catastrophic, but then you, in your chivalry and  devotion, decided to proclaim the child as your own…and I knew then if we could only keep that secret safe—well then your reign would still be secured. No one the wiser of Terzo’s little indiscretion.” 

“Indiscretion? Is that what a child is to you Sister…Mother?”

“Of course not C… listen to me. Now that it's out you are an Emeritus heir it no longer matters who is the child’s biological father between the two of you. Just knowing that the both of you carry the bloodline has placed you both in danger and there is nothing I can do to stop it now.”

“Who?! Who is behind this? Sweet Lucifer woman, if you have soul worth anything in you, you’ll tell me who threatens my family!” Copia begged, shaking her a bit in his haze of desperation. 

“I—I can’t say or they’ll kill me…you for sure.”

“Then you are of no use to me anymore.” Copia hissed, letting his grip go of her sleeves and storming out into the hall. Hastily making his way through doors to the ghoul’s den.

“I hope you know what you're doing.” Sister Imperator sniffled, knowing that the time of truth was finally on the horizon.

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Copia ascended the stairs, bounding up them like a man on fire. Determined to find Aether and the others and get to the bottom of things once and for all. After only a few moments he caught sight of them in the darkest area in the den. Their eyes glowing from the shadows as they stared at him from the end of the hall. 

“An Emeritus after all.” Alpha commented, his sharp tongue whipping out the words like lashes from a switch. 

“Indeed and because of that I fear we have all suffered. We need to move. It’s now or never.” Copia proclaimed.

“Wait what's going on?” Omega asked, the big ghoul ready for whatever may come, despite his calm demeanor. 

“Seems that you all have been made to take the fall for my brothers’ murders and that someone here is orchestrating the overthrow of the Emeritus line. Nihil and I are pawns. Most likely only serving their will until we will be put to slaughter like the rest. 

“Who?” Omega growled. 

“I am not sure, but as I have told Aeth, I have my suspicions about Saltarian. It’s just he couldn’t have killed them alone. There has to be others involved. Do you all remember anything from that night? Anyone acting strange.”

“Cardinal—don’t you think we would have done something about it by now if we knew who was setting us up?” Alpha argued while Omega tried to calm him down. 

“Wait…” Aether said quietly, everyone turning to face him. 

“What is it Aeth?” Copia asked, the ghoul scratching his neck as he tried to think. Copia and the others, watching the gears turning in the ghoul’s mind. Recalling only now what he thought previously was an insignificant detail.

“That night…well the whole thing. Everything about it was…you know it was overwhelming.”

“Yeah so go the fuck on with it! What do you know?” Alpha groaned, waiting for Aether to spit it out. Omega, placing his crawls into his kin’s shoulder to help ground him. 

“I caught the scent of something faint that stood out. It was hours before they allowed us around the breakroom. Especially since the whole ghoul mask thing and well I didn’t think much of it then, but despite all the other scents in the air I kept catching one that I wasn’t familiar with before that night.”

“What was it?” Omega asked. Aether furrowed his brows, trying to think of how to describe what he smelled. 

“Something woodsy. Like…like—”

“Like Juniper and Cypress?” Copia asked, the revelation hitting him full force.

“Yeah, that's it. How did you know?” Aether asked, his eyes widening. Copia clenched his fists recalling the smell he had the displeasure of encountering with his own nose. 

“Aether, Omega, Alpha—grab the others. I know who is behind all of this. 

[squadron-of-damned]

There are Hollywood Undead albums besides 'Swan Song'?

Ayup! No idea why you are asking me, you could have looked it up. Did you want my personal opinion? I can add personal opinion, yur search engine is not going to have it.

HU discography contains: 8 studio albums, 1 live album, 4 extended plays and 1 remix album, 3 singles that is not featured on either, and 2 remix singles that also aren't on either.

Since you've specifically asked about the albums:

Swan Songs (2008) - The first album, opens with the famous Undead (aka the HU anthem, if you ask me, which you did), and contains such classics as Everywhere I go, No. 5,

American Tragedy (2011) - Produced after the band trimmed down to 5 members, most famous being the walking out of Deuce. Contains the absolute legend we know as Bullet. A little less rap and a bit more sind-songy over-all.

Notes from the Underground (2013) - Rather popular for creepypasta fanart compilation music videos in my experience. Notes from the Underground has the same sound as Swang Songs, but it's done by people who now have better skill. You wouldn't find a song on this album that is not an absolute banger. Features my favourite: Delish.

Day of the Dead (2015) - If you peak in a genre like NftU did, the only way you can stay on the same hill is to go downhill. Or you can change to another hill. This album sees incorporation of new elements into the music. It is notably way more electric and I'd say it has a rougher beat. Has such beauties as Day of the Dead (which I cannot help but view as new era HU anthem), Take Me Home, Warchild, Party by Myself, and Gravity. Also, the last album Da Kurlzz worked on.

Five (2017) - Whatever is the change that happens in Day of the Dead, HU lean into it more here. California Dreaming sounds like a love-letter to American Tragedy, Black Cadillac reminds of Swan Songs/NftU. This album took me some time to get used to. I like Bang Bang the most, I call it "Bullet's sister".

Psalms (2018) - Strictly speaking, this is an extended play, but unlike the other EPs, Psalms doesn't get lumped to other albums (like Swan Songs B-Sides and Swan Song Rarities), nor is it made of remixes (like Black Dahlia Remixes). It's darker, and it's angry. It's five songs, and I've never managed to take a liking to any single one of them.

New Empire, vol. 1 (2020) &New Empire, vol 2. (2020) - These two, which you can view as just one big album if you want to, have new sound. I'd call this meta-metal or post-metal or death-rap. this isn't just another hill, this is a whole new mountain range. I do get it, but I don't have to like it, so I don't. Time Bomb, Nightmare, Idol, and Unholy are in my opinion the better ones, but they are still alien.

Hotel Kalifornia (2022) - It is a step back in the change of style. It has the meta-metal in it still, but tuned down several notches. It sounds more... hexagonal. That doesn't make sense, I know. But it's like Five, but hexagonal.

The live album, Desperate Measures, came out in 2009, so it's still a lot of work on their skill. It is notable for having covers - songs by other people sung by HU and vice-versa. A neat version of the Immigrant Song there, actually.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

OMG stay safe and I hope ur power comes back soon!!!

No fr opposite extremes of the spectrum LOL and LMAOAOAOA MADDIE??? I SEE HER CONTENT ALL THE TIME HAHAHAHA she’s so hilarious she’s in the bllk TRENCHES (her idea of going to make bllk themed yogurt was kinda funny and interesting tho ngl) I saw her “hear me out” video and I unfortunately lost my ears so um! I almost lost it laughing though when she got baited by a fake panel and was telling op to sleep with one eye open LMAOOO

NOO IMAGINE SHIDOU’S STRAIGHT IN THE WOMB??? Would be filing for harassment because HUH like fr between bros it’s just a weird little bro lingo communication thing but um

The canon content of some of them (Otoya and imamura) getting so desperate they go to Chigiri has me wilding like???? Bro get a grip SHSGSHS also the fact that they actually put jokes like that in canon

It’s so funny to me though none of my absolute favs are on the Ubers team but I like their team dynamic the most??? Like they’re fr the only team with like..communication skills and functioning member interrelations I love the Ubers family

Also WHAT IS IT REALLY?? I mean I guess I shouldn’t be surprised because Barou is ripped (I always find it funny that him and Kunigami who are both from Akita are like the two buffest dudes minus Tokimitsu maybe but he’s missing the aura LMAO) and Isagi is typically described as mediocre normal so

Oh yeah…the “I can fix them mentality”…lol…no I get what you mean that they make a womanizer version of them and revert them back to original and that somehow works better to them because their non-womanizing self actually exists but TOJI OF BLLK STOP THATS SO REAL it’s over when we get the cops and robbers and rock hard lines (speaking of I wonder how much of Shidou’s lines they’ll censor…? Because I’m of my friends there’s a couple that aren’t as in tune to the anime/shounen dude language and sometimes questionable phrases so im lowk stressing but er)

LMAO yeah it’s so confusing I lowk just go by the normal like…year convention? Like if you’re born in April you’re older than someone born in November if it’s said you’re in the same school year but I have no idea if that’s right…

Babysitter Karasu so true the only one he can talk to normally is Loki but even Loki wouldn’t intervene much I feel LMAO Karasu carrying PXG in more than one setting (Shidou is def the irresponsible older brother who probs puts you in a headlock to ruffle your hair and hypes you up to do things regardless of how safe it is LMAO)

No literally how epinagi and the LN released like days after we discussed it like?? Maybe now’s the time to sneak in all of our tabieitaken ideas and manifest them into reality LMFAO it’s time for us to wait for the next LN announcement if Otoya and Karasu show up you KNOW it’s real

I lost my mind like rich boy Karasu with two dogs and a cheating dad??? Then he said sike and I fr felt like Hiori in that moment like wdym you made that up??? I feel like that gives us a bit of crumbs (like one tiny morsel) of more of the Karasu respect agenda like he was on his (hypothetical) mom’s side on that one!! But anyways I could see Karasu being a rich boy…

HAHAH SAME WAVELENGTH FRR o7

He def thinks birds of prey are the coolest fs…just a teenage boy with a bird nerd side

-Karasu anon

THANK YOUUU we are at my cousin’s house atm so luckily chilling 🤞🏻 still no power at my place unfortunately 😭💔 but hopefully tomorrow!!

YES MADDIE omg i see her all of the time she’s so funny like truly the face of the bllk fandom 😭 omg no because lowkey i think lorenzo is cute in like the way a rlly hideous dog is?? he’s not attractive to me at all but i feel such strong pity for him and his ugliness that i find him oddly adorable 😦 idk he seems relaxed too his dynamic w barou is hilarious…but i agree i fear i cannot hear her out this time

no because the unholy trinity of shidou + aiku + karasu and the bullshit they say would lowkey be my final straw DKSKSJ “here comes the dopamine” + “i’m going to put you on a leash” + “it’s so lewd how you got into that tight opening” all in one match…i’m joining chigiri in the witness protection program atp HAHAHA

the ubers are the only team that feels like a team HAHA like mc is a soap opera atm, bm is straight up war constantly, pxg is a bunch of dumbasses + karasu, and barcha is bachira otoya and some randoms 😭 and YES it’s almost the same length it’s crazy!! part of it too is barou is super tall and isagi is short for bllk (still way taller than me though 💔) and probably also the angle it was drawn at might’ve exacerbated it a bit but either way 👹 barou is the epitome of scary dog privileges bro you could go anywhere if you had that man w you 😩 also kunigami HELP that one panel of him squatting in the gym during bm why are his legs ENORMOUS?? he takes jacked to another level and it doesn’t help that he’s generally shown next to chigiri who’s on the slender side for bllk

exactly!! like it doesn’t feel as odd to show isagi or nagi being sweet and eventually treating a girl well even if you originally make them mean whereas otoya or aiku have 0 evidence proving that they are even fixable in the first place so people just steer clear HAHAH (not me though…me and otoya are locked in 🥱 going to write him in ways the world has never seen before). BUT NO AIKU IS SO TOJI CODED IDEK WHYYYY their voices are lowkey similar too…honestly i hope they don’t censor shidou because him being a freak is so integral to his character LMAOAOA although i’m only saying that because i know p much no one who watches bllk irl 😔💔

karasu and shidou being older than loki is so funny to me 😭 they’re better than me fr…if some french guy a year younger than me came and started bossing me around i’d throw a fit!! PLS karasu is the kind of person who’d yell at you if you do smth remotely dangerous whereas shidou would tell you to do a flip while you’re at it 😟 but at least you will always have a fan in shidou LMAOO no matter what he will be your biggest supporter (for better or worse)

THE NEXT LIGHT NOVELS BETTER BE SHIDOU KARASU AND OTOYA i need to know what kind of weird ass past shidou had that made him turn out like this…although i feel like they might not just because atm we know next to nothing abt him and maybe they want to keep him mysterious and have his backstory be like a big reveal?? if not shidou i’d be happy w like nanase or smth (perhaps aiku??).

NO LITERALLY i was like wait he’s rich…and has dogs…and supports his mother…MARRIAGE 🤩🤩🤩🤩 and then i was so betrayed when he revealed he was fucking around for no reason 😒 okay lowkey though i know that man has to be somewhat well off because why else would he be so into index funds and stock management and whatnot like that is the most upper class bullshit i can think of HAHAHAH him canonically being a finance bro is so heartbreaking 😰 karasu pls you’re better than this 🤧 jkjk he’s just trying to ensure he keeps the bag secured no matter what i have to respect it

okay wait this isn’t related to anything you said but i was reminded of this panel while scrolling tik tok and felt like i had to share

nothing to elaborate on here LMAOO just like…he’s so majestic fr (although why is he standing like that LMAOAOA)