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Floyd, Suffering Solo
Height: 5¼" Hair: Maroon (with white roots post Band Together) with a portion hanging as fringe Eyes: Violet Notable Features: Small non-functioning bat-like wings, crystalized feet Birthday: July 6
The second youngest member of Brozone, Floyd reluctantly left his baby brother alone in the care of their grandmother. He escaped Bergen Town and went on a journey of self-discovery, making a modest living as a traveling artist. After ten years, he went to reunite with his brother, but was unsuccessful in the reunion. Ten years later, he heard rumours of the Pop Trolls reconciling with the Bergens, but before he could try again to reunite with the tribe, he was captured by Velvet and Veneer. While in captivity, he was tortured for his talent and unaware of events in the wider world.
After two months, he was rescued by his brothers and the queen of the Pop Trolls. Almost too late...
#(Floyd) following the heart 🎶#verse: the beat goes on#about the muses#post: interest check#primary muse#Mutuals only! 🛑🛑
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What if Miles didn't save his dad and his universe collapsed anyway.
It'd happen so fast, one minute he's rushing to his dad and the next he's sprawled across the ground, shoved off course by someone.
(Miguel is an option but I like the idea it's just some random Spiderman.)
Miles 'canon' events happens but his universe still glitches, half of it falling into the Spot's holes as it does as the villain becomes more and more unstable.
1610 collapses in front of everyone, swallowed up by the ever growing pitch black holes, leaving only Miles Morales as it's lone survivor.
to say the boy would be a mess, would be more than an understatement, it wouldn't even come close enough to smell, let alone touch, the way Miles is feeling. but he wouldn't just be sad or gutted or hopeless or even broken after losing everything; he'd be angry.
if he allowed himself to be dragged from the glitching, fading rubble of his now barren dimension, he would rip HQ apart, piece by piece. he'd scream and cry and break down, his abilities turned up to 110, his electricity flowing out him without any control, lashing out at anyone who tried to invade his space, let alone tried to touch him or stop him.
I think he would come pretty close to taking down Miguel, he'd defiantly pin him, using his enhanced reflexes and sheer surprise to get the upper hand, before just snapping. he'd let loose on Miguel, physically yes, but he would scream at him. he'd shove his stupid canon theory back into his face, begging for an explanation; if he was supposed to let his dad die, if he was forced to, than why did he lose everything anyway?
he'd leave Miguel bloody, even in his fury, he won't kill him, he can't do it, but he will make him suffer. he wants answers, he wants so many answers, answers to questions he doesn't even know he has, and he needs Miguel for those.
once he burns up his anger and cries out his sadness, he's left numb and empty, frequently returning to his dimension to sit amongst what little remains of his home. it doesn't really hit him at first that everything is gone, he knows it is, but he just can't accept it, his mom, his dad, Ganke, his friends, the cashier at the bodega, all of them, they can't be gone. he didn't even get to say goodbye.
part of him knows, deep down, that he should have saved his dad, he should have been allowed to try, that they would be here if he had just gotten to try. call it insanity, desperate attempts at coping, grasping at straws, spidey senses, intuition, some higher intervention and knowledge, he has no fucking idea, he just knows, and it only fuels his anger.
he stops coming out of his "room" at HQ, stops letting people in, not even Pav and Hobie who have never wronged him, who were always on his side, let alone the others, who at one point or another abandoned him or saddled against him. he stops in general, stops eating, stops sleeping, stops trying to distract his mind with things like music. he loses it a few more times, tearing up whatever furniture he had been given to make up for his lack of a home, before turning to laying on the floor, looking up at the blank ceiling for hours, ignoring any of the desperate pleas from outside his door.
he cringes when he realizes he's just becoming Miguel. he ignores the thought. tries to at least.
he lies there and withers away until he can no longer fight the others off, till he's forced to let them take care of him, forced to listen to their apologies and their "it'll be ok"'s. he honestly doesn't care; everything that ever truly mattered to him is gone or tainted, he's lost his world, his people, his family, he lost his friends, he lost his purpose. he just floats through life, accepting that he's just gonna turn into someone like Miguel, cold and closed off, not really living, but not dead, and he's "ok" with that, more so, he doesn't have the care nor energy to be more than that anymore. he accepts his fate, for once, cause its clear that trying to do anything else only get him and the people he loves hurt.
#kinda forgot about spot...#lets just say when miles was fliiping out he handled him and then beat the shit out of miguel#I don't have the energy to go back and fix it so just be imagininative#I can not see someone like miles#young and optimistic and soft#coping with losing their reality#like he's angry but has no energy to be angry#he just goes so numb#I think he'd basically just give up#watching himself become a parallel to Miguel#having to be fine with it cause he just *can't* bring himself to be anything else#my poor baby#miles morales#miles morales 1610#miguel o’hara#atsv#across the spider verse#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spiderverse
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Song of the Day: August 14
“Rain" by Sleep Token
#song of the day#I saw posts back-to-back for Werewolf Wednesday and Wet Beast Wednesday and WIP Wednesday (we really do reblog days of the week)#and it made me think about my half-plotted batfam werewolves AU#which is working-titled 'up like the moon and out like the hounds'#so in addition to me trying to figure out the beats of this story (got the vibes down but the actual you know /narrative structure/ eludes)#I've found myself picking up the song from this point over and over again#it's an excellent verse it picks up momentum /beautifully/#'it's that chemical cut that I can get down with / up like the moon and out like the hounds#a dangerous disposition somehow / refracted in light reflected in sound#I'm coiled up like the venomous serpent / tangled in your trance and I'm certain / you have got your hooks in me#and I know I know the way that it goes / you get what you give you reap what you sow#and I can see you in my fate#and I know I know I am what I am / the mouth of the wolf the eyes of the lamb#so darling will you saturate'#it's the same lines I put in that 'what lyrics are stuck in your head' post from earlier because it's been unspooling in my head all day
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In the darkest part of the night he stood, the only thing defining him out the shadows he blended with; the glow of his cigarette tip. The flaming cherry flare reflects off his nocturnal eyes. Stepping out, suddenly visible, he speaks; his voice matching the smoke that billows from between his lips, “Howdy”.
a shudder runs along her spine as she steps into the bite of the night, lighter stuttering in her hands at the broken pledge of a nicotine fix. her frustration shifts to errant surprise, a hiccup of unease help in her chest held like a pinky promise at the wraithlike figure looming in the near dark. the dread of any prey animal keeps her still, but pulse-thumping self preservation kicks in and her mouth curls up in a toothy smile. she knows him, doesn't she? he's like a flavor of something breathed in another room, behind a closed and locked door. but here exists a whispered familiarity. ❝ it’s a little late, if y’wanted a dance, ❞ cigarette plucked from between her lips, she shrugs. ❝ but i guess i can make an exception, if you let me borrow your lighter. ❞ her eyes don’t leave his face, doe-eyed and deliberate. ❝ help a girl out. ❞
#savagecowboy#“ ⍀ verse i. « a hundred miles through the desert repenting.#“ ⍀ ask. « god knows what out there lies.#( it's 3am blame that idk )#( stupid Fuck award goes to frankie )#( she got off work at the club + went wow let me get in this dudes van and help him find his lost puppy )#( wilds come get your beat please im scared <3 )
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ummmm like this and i'll throw an injured vash into ur inbox maybe....
#ooc.#want to beat him up#but i am on mobile rn cus i'm too sleepy to get on my pc#so#slap that button and i'll throw him against a wall#any verse goes btw i'll just go crazy stupid if u don't specify or leave it up to me owo
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How about 50 and 42 for the Spotify wrapped question?
50 is Daz's!
42 is Out Of It by The Story So Far
I listened to this whole album on repeat a bunch this last year or so I don't have much to say its just real good vibes good song, good vibey pop punk which is my entire jam so yeah!
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#also i really really like how the beat in the verses goes for 3 bars of 4 instead of the usual 4 in popular music#but thats just my lil nerdy music theory brain talking#otherwise yea just a vibe! :D#i think vicky will reblog with hers after she sleeps :)
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god thinking of the parallels between nighthawk and kaifeng im fucked up tails. if nighthawk is life, then kai is death. fire and void, creation vs destruction
#this was mainly pertaining to their bnha verses but. tbh it goes for everything#who’s really the mutant here? type beat#i love twin tropes sooo fucking much#ooc.#i think they were also born from a quirk marriage in bnha. hmmm#nighthawk: headcanon.#kaifeng: headcanon.
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TAG DUMP !
#⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀ AND THE CROWD GOES WILD !⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ dash commentary.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀ WHEN THE MUSIC KICKS IN ; IT FEELS LIKE IM ON A STAGE ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀in character.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀CONCERT’S OVER ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ooc.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀WANNA HEAR MY PLAYLIST ? ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀music.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀FEEL THE BEAT ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀prompts.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀TURN THE WHOLE WORLD ON IT’S HEAD ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ starter calls.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀JUST SHUT IT ; I WON’T LISTEN ! ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ answers.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀JUST GOTTA DIVE IN AND DO IT ALOUD ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀starters.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀STARTED OUT AT THE BACK OF THE SHOW ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀dash games.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀ THE BEAT GOES ON ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀banter.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀ EVERY SONG’S GOTTA END ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀threads.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀RELEASE IT ALL ; NO ROOM TO FALL. ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀musings.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀START THE SHOW ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀promos.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀ ALL SIGNS ARE GO ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀self promos.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀ DID YOU SEE THAT ? ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀visuals.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀ WORDS ARE HARD ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀crack.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF BEING PART OF THE CROWD !⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀visage.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀HEAVY HITTIN'⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀mid game verse.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀ROCK AMBASSADOR⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀post game verse.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀SWITCH IT UP !⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀nsr verse.#⠀ ⠀ * . ⊹ 🎸⠀ ⠀KEEP YOUR BEACON SHINING BRIGHT ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀drabbles.
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Realizing They're in Love: Reader x BG3
Warnings: Implied Internal Trauma, Personal Relationship Issues, Gross Stuff like Falling in Love
Astarion:
He argues with himself for a long time before love comes to mind. It’s bad enough that he’s starting to like you but love? That’s just going to make things even harder. Astarion feels like the more he tries to talk himself out of it, the worse it gets. You corner him after dinner one night and he smiles, turning up the charm. You ignore his nervousness, giving him a simple wooden box. He immediately fills with dread; you want something. Of course you do. He’s not expecting there to be a book inside, the next one in the series he’s reading. You assure him that you don’t want anything in return, giving him a gentle smile before heading to your own tent. His heart thunders in his chest, fingers trailing over the cover. He’s not in love, Astarion tells himself as he goes to start the book. He can’t be but… if he is, it’s not the worst feeling in the world. Not with you.
Gale:
He’s not against falling in love per say, Gale just isn’t looking. Honestly he’s not. This is more social interaction than he’s had in years and he’s not trying to fuck it up, thank you very much. That doesn’t mean he can’t forget himself, especially when you start asking him questions about magic. Gale loves magic most of all and he only realizes he’s been ranting after twenty minutes. He winces, scolding himself mentally and turns to you. You’re both sitting on the floor of his tent, sipping tea in the early afternoon. He fully anticipates that you’re going to half awake, bored to tears and doing something else. Instead, you’re staring at him with rapt attention, eyes bright and small smile on your face. When he’s silent for too long you ask him to keep going, asking if he’ll keep explaining. Gale is more than happy to continue, something warm in his chest. He hopes that you’ll keep looking at him that way even after he stops talking. And you do.
Halsin:
Loud barks and hoots draw Halsin’s attention, the druid looking up from his papers. You’re a bit away from camp, Scratch and the owlbear cub playing with you. The three of you are chasing each other and wrestling, the cub slamming into the back of your knees. Halsin watches you go flying before laughing and grabbing the cub as best you can. You half swing him around, Scratch barking as you send his friend flying. The owlbear cub gives a roar, rolling through the grass and you laugh, chasing after the dog now. Halsin can’t help but smile; you’re so kind of everyone around you and he enjoys that you can relax. He hasn’t been ignorant to the feelings developing in his chest, just focusing on different things. The warmth he feels only grows as he watches you and he vows to talk about it. Halsin is sure he recognizes the looks you send him; he just needs to find the right time.
Karlach:
She realizes she’s in love after a tough fight. Her blood is still pumping and she wants more enemies to show up so she can have an excuse to go wild. You’re joking around with Wyll on the other side of the battlefield, the warlock turning to say something to you. You offer a smile and begin to hike up the slope and trip. Karlach watches in slow motion as you land hard on your ass, sliding down mud straight into the river. Wyll is frozen on the edge of the bank and she quickly makes he way over, worried that you’re injured. By the time she gets over there, you’re laughing loudly, head thrown all the way back. Her heart skips a beat; you’re covered in blood and mud and all sorts of gunk but all she can see is the right smile on your face. She’s in love.
Lae’zel:
Lae’zel doesn’t call it love. It’s admiration, respect for your skills. There are very few people she would follow verses leading herself and she admits that you’re good at it. She also enjoys the sex and that’s always a bonus. The sun is just beginning to go down and you stop on the edge of a cliff to watch. Lae’zel turns to scold you (the group needs to get back to camp) but she’s struck by your figure. You look like a painting, noble and steadfast. Your face is determined but not tense, taking in the sunset. There’s something in your eyes, something softer than she expects and it takes her breath away. She swears to herself and turns away, missing the affectionate look you send her. She’s doesn’t call it love, even if deep, deep down she wishes she could.
Shadowheart:
Night has finally fallen on a long, long day. Shadowheart is thankful that you’re the one with her on first watch tonight; your silence isn’t looming as she prays and the sound of sharpening blades is soothing. There isn’t the need to fill the silence with noise and it feels calm in a way that’s unfamiliar. Usually she finds the night comfortable but cold, like an winter breeze. You’re like the night but warm, a balm on an open wound. She smiles as she watches you, not looking away when you meet her eyes. You smile and she’s filled with affection, even as her hand throbs. The pain is worth it; you make her feel truly seen.
Wyll:
You’re crouched by a small cave, voice low and arm outstretched. The group had just finished a fight, a camp overrun with bandits. Wyll scowled to himself, looking over the bodies strewed over the ground. The people had been innocent and he wished he had been faster. Movement catches the corner of his vision and he turns, watching as, slowly, a child comes out of the cave. They’re covered in dirt and blood but you smile and they take you hand. Wyll can’t the stop the soft look from coming onto his face as you begin the check for wounds. The world can be a dark place but you give him hope; it’s more than he deserves.
#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate 3 imagines#bg3#bg3 imagine#gale x reader#astarion x reader#halsin x reader#karlach x reader#lae'zel x reader#shadowheart x reader#wyll x reader#gale imagine#gale of waterdeep#astarion imagine#astarion ancunin#halsin imagine#bg3 halsin#karlach imagine#lae'zel imagine#shadowheart imagine#wyll imagine#gale bg3#astarion bg3#karlach bg3#wyll bg3#wyll ravengard#lae'zel bg3#gale x tav#astarion x tav#halsin x tav
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John Dory, Fled the Pressure
Height: 5⅛" Hair: Dark Green Eyes: Blue Notable Features: Bat-like wings Birthday: April 8
Branch's oldest brother, he initially wanted to leave the tree and explore the world. But when the brothers formed Brozone, he took on the responsibility as the oldest. But after his parents died one Trollstice, he became overwhelmed with the pressure of leading the others not only as a band, but as a family. When they attempted the Perfect Family Harmony, secretly hoping to enable to escape of their Tribe from Bergen Town, there was an accident due to him being too eager and unintentionally breaking the harmony. Frustrated and blaming himself, he left the Troll Tree and started exploring the world.
After learning of the 'Rock-pocalypse' and his baby brother's involvement, he started looking for the tribe. A month into his search, he got a letter supposedly from his second youngest brother Floyd and turned his attention to staging a rescue.
#(John Dory) perfection isn't everything 👓#verse: the beat goes on#about the muses#post: interest check#secondary muse#Mutuals only! 🛑🛑
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tag dump: broken & updated tags part i
#morgs tag dump#✖main verse║war-torn child you were made to hold brawls between your knuckles & bury old friends & old memories beween your ribs#✖one piece verse║on days when the sky is painted grey i feel like there’s nothing worth forgiving#✖kny verse║from a tender age i was cursed with rage came swinging like a fist inside a batting cage#✖fairy tail verse║plunge the knife; bare my soul; scrape my ribs;#✖anbu verse║& death is the only god who comes when you call#✖pre-canon verse║you know better than anyone how to cry in silence for things gone by#✖genin verse║she went from porcelain to iron to steel#✖shippuden verse║the sun has been extinguished & the moon has fallen / there goes the light of our turbulent world#✖gaiden verse║& you keep telling yourself / there is no smell of war in me / but why else would this feel like madness#✖hokage!au verse║there will come a time when you might have to decide who lives & dies out there it’s a terrible responsibility#✖bleach verse║fear is what beats inside your heart in the place where life used to be#✖modern verse║life is a series of moments you wish your ribs could take back#✖bnha verse║i carry a body full of secrets & my bones align the universe within me#✖shipping call║well i won't die for love but ever since i met you you could have my heart and I would break it for you#✖mains call║i’d be lying if i said losing you was something i could handle#✖exclusives call║could we remain quiet on earth & bear it the war we make inside#✖inbox call║she screams for heaven’s help but heaven has always been deaf#✖starter call║tell it anyways for little words can sometimes mean life or death#✖plotting call║i’ve got to learn something from my mistakes instead of establishing a new record to break#✖affiliates call║peach blossom has a colour that does not ask my sins#✖ask memes║when the local language is violence be fluent
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Alrighty! I am here and I got a little bit of free time, so gonna try to clear out things from my inbox first!
#♫ ╯ running on caffeine and lofi beats || ooc ╰#{(we'll see how that goes tho.... might make hc or verse posts instead but)}#{(IM GONNA TRY )}
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I have always liked the idea of the school for mutants being very literally a school, and I know yes it is but I mean in the sense of if you want to be an X-men, you have to be a teacher. They have exams at the end of years, they have Ofsted checks (for those who don’t know what they are, it’s essentially people coming to check that the school is good at being a school) and they have teachers for every subject, which brings me to my next point;
“I’m Right You’re Wrong, Here’s What The X-Men (‘97 specifically) Would Teach As Subjects”.
(Also this is based off of UK school system but I use American terms like “seniors” and “AP” and “Midterms”)
Maths Teacher Gambit is surprising, for a guy most assume to not being entirely smart, an idiot goof off who’s the comedic relief. But you need to know numbers to gamble, and that he does with being very well versed in mathematics way past an AP level. He’s made the promise for every senior class that he will teach them to play blackjack on the final day, and has only ever lost once. Which is when the rule of “no betting real money” came into place.
English teacher Jean reminds me of the kind of teacher who would let the social outcasts into her class for their lunch breaks. The kids more likely to be bullied and she will fight tooth and nail to make sure those kids bullies don’t come into that classroom. they’re loud and shout and shouldn’t really be in there but no one has to know and she certainly won’t be telling them to leave any time soon.
Physics teacher Magneto is very specific to my highschool experience I’ll be honest. I had a physics teacher who was an actual Dr with a PHD and he hated being there. His classroom has (well, had since the building was knocked down about 5 years ago now) this one cabinet that was never fully shut, it was always open just about an inch or two, and he’d stand with his foot hovering just above it and then slam down on it whenever we got too loud so the noise would shut us up. That’s very magneto coded. Erik Lehnsherr would purposefully make the cabinet always a little open so he can do that.
Biology teacher morph is just a funny concept, a person whose physical form and change and morph into just about anything. They are considered one of the “fun” teachers, you could easily convince them to let you watch a movie all class as long as it was biology centred, but with classics like Osmosis Jones, you’re not stuck watching a documentary about animals giving birth.
Chemistry teacher Storm does not fuck about with children’s education. She is not strict by any means whatsoever, she just will not bend to someone saying they want to watch a film or should do a practical instead of theory. She has a set curriculum. She knows what she will be doing by the first week of the summer holidays and already has the room set up all pretty and organised.
Geography teacher Scott has the unfortunate job of telling his students that, they just won’t be looking at memorising country flags and politics. But hey!! Rocks are cool!! Beach shores are cool! Lake formations are cool! He’s the vice principal and designated nerd teacher. He once beat the elite four for a student on their copy of Pokémon Red because the student promised they’d do well in their midterms. Yes, he was in his 30s when the game came out, he doesn’t care.
History teacher Logan is a walking fun facts book. He’s exhausted, goes on smoke breaks on every gap of time he has, dislikes his job and will randomly get passionate about one specific topic, and will then dedicate his next 4 classes to that topic. Having been through a lot of modern history with personal experiences, he’s able to bring a lot of souvenirs to show his classes. Bullets, helmets, clothes he once wore hundreds of years ago, his personal memories of basic inventions like the vaccine.
PE (physical education) teacher Rogue is full of fun sports games, you can join any kind of sports team you can imagine and if you ask nicely enough, she’ll put Just Dance on a projector in the sports hall so you can just play that instead of actually play an actual sport. As long as you leave her class exhausted and without time to have a shower before your next class then she’s succeeded in making whoever your next teacher is absolutely miserable (bonus points if it’s Logan with his enhanced sense of smell).
Art teacher jubilee does believe that there is a right way to critique art. And she can be a little in your face about it. She does think you can have wrong opinions especially when it comes to your own art. If she overhears you saying you didn’t something wrong, she’ll scream into a megaphone “adapt, improvise, overcome!”. There are no mistakes! She’s eccentric, bubbly, creative and brilliant, the only one suited for the job.
It wouldn’t be a school without budget cuts. That’s why Nightcrawler is both the languages and religions teacher and he’s beloved at both. He comes up with roleplay scenarios the students can play to help learn their chosen languages, he has varied religious texts in his room and when he says to the students “I’ll pray for toy during exam season” he’s not actually joking.
(I forgot about Hank I’m actually going to cry he’s one of my favourites and I forgot about him. He’ll be in pt two or smth.)
#x men 97#x men#gambit#remy lebeau#jean grey#magneto#erik lehnsherr#morph#morph x men#scott summers#cyclops#logan howlett#wolverine#rogue x men#anna marie lebeau#jubilee#jubilation lee#nightcrawler#kurt wagner#x men fanfiction#x men headcannons
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dear dead boy detective (especially paynland) enjoyers: have you yet heard of the biggest gift bestowed upon the fandom so far, aka jayden's charles playlist? the one he mentioned in interviews? well, he dropped it on twitter at 19th of may. and man, do i have stuff to say about it.
there's a lot of 80's bangers, for sure, great to get into the mood and character, but some of the choices...
i'm gonna focus on a few of my favourites, songs that made me go insane when i saw them. honorable mentions: - category 1 (so devoted the lines blur): ain't no mountain high enough by marvin gaye and tammi terrell, there is a light that never goes out by the smiths, inkpot gods by the amazing devil - category 2 (family life): family line and summer child by conan gray, seventeen going under by sam fender, matilda by harry styles, father by the front bottoms - category 3 (being queer in the 80s): smalltown boy by bronski beat, boys don't cry by the cure - category 4 (there's no heterosexual explanation for this one): good luck, babe! by chappel roan, yellow by coldplay, fight or flight by conan gray (is this about monty? the cat king? i need answers!), the prophecy by taylor swift, arms tonite by mother mother, sweet by cigarettes after sex, head over heels by tears for fears
this list is by no means complete or comprehensive!
and now, the songs that made me go the craziest: (they're predominantly in charles' pov as it's his playlist)
found heaven by conan gray
the only reason this song made it into the list and not the honorable mentions instead of smalltown boy is that it makes almost the same point, just so much more explicitly. i don't think i have to say much about it, it's a story of a young person griping with their queerness, being forced to leave home, a common theme of the playlist. "you're in love, you found heaven" when he chose edwin over his own afterlife, heavily implied to be heaven, and built his heaven with him on the mortal plane? ouch! (and we see this same notion repeated in another bop from the playlist, heaven is a place on earth by belinda carlisle).
2. like real people do by hozier
"i miss kissing" charles rowland, 202X romantic meaning aside, the verses show a sort of a common understanding the boys have around the manner of their deaths and their lives before it. we already know from the show they don't really talk about it, with edwin not knowing about the severity of the abuse charles suffered. it feels like one of them saying "let the past be past, we're together now, yeah?". but also, jayden: can there ever be a platonic explanation for this? ghosts can't touch, can't feel, so they wish they could just kiss like "real" (alive?) people do?
3. flaws by bastille
not the most romantic song, but i absolutely love how well it fits their dynamic. despite his edwardian brand of repression, edwin truly is the one that's more open about his feelings (recognising of course that in this case, the bar is so low it's in hell. haha, get it). edwin has worn his flaws upon his sleeve, and charles has held them buried - eg. bottling up all of his anger and resentment towards his family and his own death. the song presents a very sweet outlook, in which their flaws are brought up to the surface (for example, charles' outburst against the night nurse in episode 4), but they learn to accept them as they are, an extension of themselves.
4. a pearl by mitski
you know it's gonna get intense if there's a mitski song in the mix.
the song is about a person who finds love in their partner, someone who treats them way better than they've ever been treated - and yet they cannot bring themselves to reciprocate the affection ("it's not that i don't want you, sorry i can't take your touch") despite reciprocating the feelings themselves because of the trauma. charles is known to bottle things up ("you're growing tired of me and all the things i don't talk about"). the person in the song recognises the love the other person holds for them ("you love me so hard and i still can't sleep"), which reminds me of charles' response to edwin's confession. not a "no", but a "maybe, as time passes".
5. fair by the amazing devil
this one made me genuinely gasp when i first delved into the lyrics. it's simply so sweet, such a genuine and domestic portrayal of love. at first i thought it was way too open about being a love song (normal text instead of the subtext i'd be used to) for jayden to choose it with edwin in mind, but... there's no one else it can really be about. it's far too domestic, too "established" to refer to crystal. refers to a relationship that's laster for a longer while.
the narrator in the first verse is a person deeply in love with the other person, someone who loves to make his lover laugh and simply drinks in their presence. the "he" in the song i believe is charles, while the "she" refers to edwin. edwin promises to fight off anyone - or any feelings pulling charles down (we can see this in the first episode: "you ever think... what if death did catch us? she'd force us to go to the afterlife and split up" "i will make sure this never happens."). charles feels left behind by the world (seeing as he clings to crystal at first, refering to her as "someone their age who's still alive") and believes edwin to be so much stronger than he's ever been. i'm not going to break down the song verse by verse, but if you read it yourself while subbing out "he" for charles and "she" for edwin you'll see just how sweet (and... strangely very in character?) the song is.
6. work song by hozier
if the previous song made me gasp when i saw the lyrics, this one made me go "NO WAY" out loud when i saw the title. the first one verse is just pure toothrotting sweetness, but the chorus is what i want to draw attention to:
when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold, dark earth no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her
HELLO? charles, who keeps escaping death and afterlife to be able to stay with edwin? charles, as he literally takes his last breath with edwin right there, choosing to be by his side rather than move on? charles, who keeps choosing him despite night nurse's promises and threats? charles, who literally crawled through hell for him?
verse 2, to me, can be interpreted as referring to when charles died. edwin found him at his worst, and he "woke" up with his presence comforting him. he was shivering due to hypothermia and his injuries. edwin didn't ask him about what happened or pushed him, he simply listened. the lines "i didn't care much how long i lived, but I swear, i thought i dreamed her" are pretty self explanatory.
in verse 3 we still see the same attitude of "damn the afterlife, at least we have each other" as charles portrays througout the series. they're free, and heaven and hell are simply words to him.
7. orpheus by vincent lima
i literally have no words for this one. it fits too well. if you want commentary for this one, just... i don't know, rewatch the staircase scene.
8. francesca by hozier
(cracks knuckles) this is the big one. the album francesca is from, unreal unearth, is based on dante alighieri's divine comedy, a fourteenth century poem about a man venturing into hell, purgatory and eventually heaven. the eponymous francesca is one francesca di rimini, a woman who was politically married off to a man older than her, called giovanni malatesta. francesca didn't love him, and eventually fell deep in love with giovanni's younger brother, paolo. the two carried on with the affair for years, before being murdered by giovanni upon his finding out. francesca and paolo are mentioned in canto v of the first book, inferno, as two souls damned in the second circle of hell, lust. their punishment is to be permanently locked in a hurricane, swept away by the winds the moment they manage to get close enough to touch one another.
as opposed to their portrayal in the poem, the song is from the perspective of paolo, explaining that no matter the punishment, he wouldn't change anything about his life because he got to know, and love, francesca.
the first verse brings to mind the scenes in hell, especially on the staircase ("do you think I'd give up? that this might've shook the love from me? or that I was on the brink? how could you think, darlin', i'd scare so easily?" as an echo of charles' "sorry. no version of this where i didn't come get you"). "my life was a storm since i was born, how could i fear any hurricane?" could relate to charles' tumultuous family life, an assurance that nothing he has to deal with while by edwin's side will faze him given the things he's lived through. no, despite everything he's suffered through, charles wouldn't do anything differently - because his (admittedly shitty) life led him to edwin ("i'd tell them, put me back in"). we already know charles would choose him over heaven, willingly sacrificing his own afterlife to stay with a boy he's known for hours, someone kind enough to keep him company as he drew his final breath. all of it - his father's abuse, his schoolmates' bigotry, the pain of his own death, as well as everything he's gone through since - he'd do it all again, for edwin.
"for all that was said of where we'd end up at the end of it" could be taken as an allusion to the fate the boys would meet at "at the end of it", when they're finally caught by death and separated, or as more of a general "if you sin, you will go to hell when you die" (up to you to decide what the sin itself would be - an interpretation that would work with other songs on the playlist is that one such sin would be same sex attraction). then their hearts ceased, they never knew "peace", nor did they want to find it in death. their deaths were too soon, them being ripped away from life, but even though it would break his heart: charles would ask to do it all again.
the outro, i think, beautifully pulls it all together: heaven is not fit to house a love like theirs.
to wrap it all up:
jayden, what were you cooking in there? what do you know??
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"A Mother's Secret and the Witches' Road"
Agatha x Rio x Child!Reader
Summary: Agatha raised you well she took you everywhere she goes, sometimes making you do things to lure witches to her, but a question that's been bugging you makes you ask her - Chapter II
Chapter I
Chapter III
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The forest was hushed as dusk settled over the trees, casting long shadows across the ground. Agatha held her child’s small hand in hers, guiding them along the winding path through the dense woods. The child—now nearly eight years old—looked up at her with curiosity, their eyes reflecting both trust and the flickering embers of questions.
“Mama,” they asked softly, tilting their head up to her, “why do you… take the magic from the witches we meet?”
Agatha’s heart ached as she looked down at them. She knelt to their level, brushing a leaf from their shoulder, trying to find the words that would protect their innocence while keeping the truth veiled. “Some things in life, my love, are not easy to explain,” she began gently. “There are moments when we must do difficult things to keep safe those we hold dear.”
The child’s brow furrowed, their young mind working to make sense of her words. “But… what do they do that makes you need to stop them?”
Agatha sighed, brushing a stray curl from their face. “The witches we encounter,” she said slowly, “have chosen to use their power in ways that can harm others. They carry magic that, if left unchecked, could bring harm to the people around them. So sometimes, I have to step in and… take that power away.”
The child seemed to consider this, their small hand tightening around hers. “And if you didn’t, would they… would they hurt us?”
Agatha’s breath hitched slightly, but she kept her voice calm. “I do this so they can’t hurt anyone—including us, my love. It’s my way of making sure we’re safe.”
The child nodded slowly, though Agatha could sense the unspoken questions lingering in their gaze. They didn’t yet need to know the true reason she drained these witches—to keep Rio, their other mother, at bay. She knew that one day she’d have to explain the full story, but for now, she could still protect them from that burden.
“Come on, my little one,” she murmured, standing and taking their hand once more. “Let’s head back before the night gets too dark.”
They walked hand in hand along the winding path, the silence of the forest wrapped around them like a heavy cloak. After a moment, Agatha began to hum softly, a familiar tune that seemed to carry through the trees, filling the space between them with something warm and comforting.
Recognizing the melody, the child’s face brightened. It was their song—the “Witches' Road” ballad they had made up together, a tune woven from whispered secrets, dreams, and countless nights spent by the fire. Without missing a beat, they began to hum along, their small voice joining hers.
Agatha smiled, squeezing their hand as she continued to sing, her voice gentle yet filled with an ancient, bittersweet strength.
"Walk, walk, walk the road"
"I walk the wind-y road....
"Walk, walk, walk the road"
Their voices mingled, carrying through the stillness of the forest. Agatha could feel the weight of the song deep within her, each note a reminder of her vow to protect this child—her child—from the dangers lurking in the dark.
"I walk the wind-y road...
The child’s voice grew a little stronger, the words they had crafted together filling the air with an innocent wonder.
Agatha watched her child as they sang, her heart swelling with pride and love. Despite the shadow that loomed over them, they had somehow found a way to fill their life with light, with hope, with songs and stories that bound them together.
Oh. You walk this road alone, do you?
They reached the last verse, and Agatha’s voice softened, carrying a tenderness that echoed in the child’s bright gaze.
"Walk, walk, walk the road"
"We walk the wind-y road"
"Wherever it may bend
The child looked up at her with a small, content smile, their voice trailing off as the song came to an end. Agatha felt a tear prick her eye, quickly brushing it away before the child noticed. She knelt down once more, her hands gently cupping their face, her voice a tender murmur.
"I'll be there at the end....
“You are my light, my love,” she whispered, a fierce promise woven into her words. “No matter what happens, I’ll keep you safe. Always.”
The child reached up, placing their small hand over hers. “I trust you, Mama,” they replied softly, their eyes shining with innocent faith.
Agatha pressed a gentle kiss to their forehead, feeling both the weight and the beauty of their trust. And as they turned back toward their hidden haven in the forest, Agatha couldn’t help but sing the melody once more under her breath, knowing that as long as she could keep Rio busy on her path, she would continue walking this road with her child—protected, safe, and bound by the song they had created together.
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A/n: shall I make it longer?👀 How's the fic any suggestions? Comment or you can ask me?
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Thunder (only happens when it’s rainin’)
summary: In the middle of the night, during a bad thunderstorm, Javier helps you through a fear-induced panic attack.
rating: T (Javier POV, age gap (about ten years), Husband Javier Peña, panic attack (physical descriptions only), emotional hurt/comfort, Javier calming you down, thunderstorm, banter, domestic fluff, suggestive mention of Javier’s dick, Javier offering to help you fall back asleep by either reading you The Fellowship of the Ring or a smutty book)
pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader (a nurse with no physical descriptions)
word count: 1.2k+
a/n: This can be read as a standalone or part of the Learning to Live ‘verse—in LTL, it takes place a few months after their wedding. This one goes out to the anon who asked how Javi would help Cielito through a panic attack. He’d use this method or a variation of it any time she has a panic/anxiety attack. This is unbeta’d; all mistakes are my own.
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Laredo, Texas - April, 1999
The window-shaking boom of thunder isn’t what has Javier jolting awake in bed and bolting upright to turn on his bedside lamp. It’s the blood-curdling scream beside him that’s like a shot of adrenaline with how it wakes him from the dead of sleep with his heart pounding and has him blearily looking around the dimly lit room for any sign of danger.
Their bedroom door is still closed, and there are no intruders; rain can be heard battering against their windows, and when he focuses on his wife next to him, she’s also sitting up, worry cutting through him at how her breaths are coming out too fast and shallow as she hyperventilates, and tears stain her cheeks—she’s having a panic attack, triggered by the storm. Where she grew up, it rains the majority of the year, but they don’t have many thunderstorms, unlike right now when it’s Spring in Texas and severe weather season—it’s not the storms that scare her; it’s the loud noise that gets her.
He’s scooting closer to her, pressing his big palm to her shirt-covered back, rubbing little circles, his voice husky and soft as he says, “We’re okay, Cielito—you’re okay.” Javier reaches with his other hand to take her smaller one into his, putting it on his bare chest over his heart where he knows she can feel it thudding. “Focus on me, baby—look at me.” Her head turns his way, and he’s met with panicked eyes and glistening cheeks. “Feel my heartbeat. You feel how it’s beating?” She’s still breathing too fast. “Focus on the beat—you feel it?” he asks again, and she looks at their hands. “Thud, thud, thud…” he repeats at the same rhythm of his heart.
The therapist he’s been seeing for a while now taught him some techniques for when he has his occasional panic attacks, and right now, he’s trying to help ground her.
“See,” he says. “I’m right here, baby—you’re okay. I promise we’re gonna get through this. What are five things you can see?”
“You,” she answers between heavy breaths.
“There’s one.”
“Hand...” Her eyes move down. “Blanket…” Her head turns toward their bedroom door. “Door… Dresser...”
“That’s it, Cielito.” He’s still rubbing her back reassuringly. “Tell me four things you can hear.”
“You…” she says. “Fan…” Their small fan on his dresser by the door they use for white noise at night. “Rain…” Thunder rumbles in the distance, and her body tenses, a small whimper leaving her, and Javier’s hand on her back moves to hug her against him. She whispers, “Thunder…”
“It’s moving away, baby,” he tells her. “Sounds like it just passed by. You’re doing so good for me—name three things you can touch.” She’s beginning to calm down, her breathing is slowing.
“You…” There’s movement under the sheets of her wiggling her feet. “Blankets… Me.”
“Good.” He kisses the side of her head. “What are two things you can smell?”
“You… Candle…” They had a vanilla-scented candle burning before they went to bed.
Her breaths even out, and he knows she’s focused on him based on her answers.
“There we go.” The following crack of thunder is so quiet that it’s barely heard over the rain outside and the whirring of their fan. “I think the worst of it is over—tell me one thing you can taste.”
He’s sitting close enough to her that the sides of their bodies are touching. He’s got one arm around her back, keeping her against him, and his other hand still holding hers over his heart.
Her face turns his way, and she lightly bites his shoulder, speaking with her mouth open, “You.”
Yeah, she’s calmed. He smiles.
“Do I taste good, mi amor (my love)?”
She’s still biting him. “Yes.”
“Are you feeling better?”
“Yes.”
“Is there anything I can do to help you fall back asleep?”
Her mouth finally leaves him, and she meets his gaze, her eyes rounded. “Can I lay on your chest while you read to me?”
Something she enjoys and relaxes her.
He leans in to kiss her tenderly and asks against her lips, “Fellowship of the Ring—” What he’s currently re-reading for probably the thirtieth time. “—or whatever that book is you were reading last night that got you so hot and bothered you begged for my dick?”
She broke away to look at him once more, and he let go of her hand to use his thumb to wipe away the remnants of the tears from her cheek.
“As great as it’d be to have you narrate my smut,” she replies, “it’s gotta be Lord of the Rings ‘cause I am so fucking tired, like so tired, and queasy—I think I’m getting whatever that bug is that’s going around the hospital—" She’s a nurse at the local hospital. “—and I really don’t appreciate the stupid thunderstorm interrupting my beauty sleep.”
Her answer makes him frown, and he presses the back of his fingers to her forehead.
“You don’t feel warm…” he says. That doesn’t mean she isn’t coming down with something. “I’ll stop by the store on my way home tomorrow and pick up stuff to make you caldo.” The soup his mom always made when he or his dad were sick.
“That’d be nice, but,” she emphasizes, “food has been pretty hit or miss over the last week, so if it makes me puke, I swear on my ABBA Souper Trouper record—” Her favorite and most prized that she’s had since its release in 1980. “—it has nothing to do with your mother’s recipe and is just whatever the fuck this sickness is.”
“I know, baby,” he replies and kisses her forehead. “Let me fix the pillows, and I’ll read to you.”
When he starts to move, her hand quickly grabs his arm to stop him, and he turns his attention back to her.
“Javi?”
“Yes, mi amor?”
“Thank you for calming me down.” Her eyes dart away. “Texas summers are literally hell, but for all of the years I lived in Dallas before coming here, I hated Spring the most because of the storms—what I’m saying is this isn’t the first time thunder has woken me up in the middle of the night and caused me to freak out.” The thought of her alone and scared makes his chest ache, wishing with every fiber of his being that he could’ve been there with her. “It’s happened before,” she continues, “and I always had to ride it out on my own. So, thank you for being here and helping me. Don’t get me wrong, it majorly sucked, but it was nice not having to go through it alone.”
He caresses her cheek to make her look at him, and he smiles. “I can promise you, you’ll never have to go through it alone again. I’ll always be here to help you, just like how you’re always there when my brain’s being an asshole because I love you, Cielito.”
She matches his look. “I love you, too, Javi.” She quickly pecked him on the lips. “Three months, and you continue to reign supreme as Husband of the Year.”
“And am I living up to my other title?”
Her eyebrows furrowed. “Which one? ‘Cause Sexiest Man Alive, yes, you’ve got ‘99 in the bag. God of Sex, also yes, and I remain your devoted devotee. And you’re definitely living up to being the Hunkiest Hunk to Ever Hunk; no one will ever be able to out-hunk you, babe.”
“Good.”
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