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slothquisitor · 18 days ago

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In the Margins

Summary: In which everyone reads Rook's dissertation and hilarity ensues. Eventual Lucanis/Rook (the dessert scene has happened, we're just deep in the yearning!), 3.8k.

Also on AO3.

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For the first time since the Ossuary, Lucanis sleeps. Not well, not for longer than a few snatched hours at a time, but intentionally. It is something to not be actively fighting against sleep every moment of the day. It feels like a weight has been lifted off of him, like he can finally, truly breathe.

It doesn’t mean that dealing with Spite is suddenly easy, but Spite isn’t fighting him anymore. Isn’t thrashing at the ties that bind them or sleepwalking to different places in the Lighthouse. Free at last, Spite is obsessed with the world, with smells, and with…Rook.

Spite has always been interested in Rook, always hanging on her every word whenever she is near, but since their time spent together in his mind…Spite is more…vocal about his preference for Rook and his desire to see Rook. All the time.

“Should go see. Rook.”

Lucanis is on a very respectable third cup of coffee for the day. He’s still tired, still using the coffee to stave off the worst of his exhaustion, but it’s not the same as it was. He sighs. “No.”

“Want to talk. To Rook.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “About what?”

“Candles. Lighthouse. Flowers. Wisps.”

Rook has been kindly indulgent of Spite’s newfound energy and desire to talk to her. Lucanis doesn’t mind, not really, not when he’s also fond of spending time with Rook. And he’s not scared of Spite anymore, but he is worried about exhausting her seemingly unending patience. Especially when she has so many other problems to deal with, a demon’s curiosity really should be the least of her concerns.

Things are…different with Rook now. He’d tried again to show her how he felt, with a gesture more his speed: lemon tarts. There is a shared understanding, an acknowledgment of a commitment to each other. He’s not sure what it all means, what exactly it is they are, but he knows that she knows he cares and there has been no pressing, no expectation. And he is grateful for the space to figure this all out. Besides, they have time. She had told him he is enough, in all his blundering inexperience, and he believes her.

“How about we take a walk? Check in with Neve?” Lucanis proposes instead.

Spite seems to consider it. “Rook, later?”

“Perhaps she’ll find us.”

He rarely shows up empty-handed when he visits Neve mostly because she’s terrible about eating at regular intervals and taking breaks. Lately, she’s been very engrossed with a case, some Venatori blood mage she’s got history with. He’s already offered his help, and she’s mostly waved it away, but he keeps checking in anyway. Today, he brings with him a fresh cup of coffee.

She glances up as he enters before noticing the coffee and smiling. “Have I mentioned lately that you’re my favorite Crow?”

He sets the coffee on desk before taking a seat across from her. “Don’t let Teia hear you say that, she’s no fun when she pouts.”

She takes a sip and seems to relax just enough. He’s glad to be able to do something for his friends, even as small as this.

“Speaking of, Bel said she and Viago paid a visit.”

“They had news about Illario,” he replies.

“Now that, I did not hear.”

He recaps the conversation, the plans, but he leaves the whole Rook getting pulled by Spite into his mind out of it. If Neve notices the omission, she doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, she leans back in her chair as she listens, and he’s sure that she’s thinking this whole thing through like it’s a case.

“So when he discovers you’re not dead…he panics…kidnaps your grandmother…but doesn’t kill her? That’s very sloppy. What was he thinking? You can’t keep someone locked away forever without something slipping out.”

Like a ring? She’s not wrong, the whole thing reeks of desperation and…sentimentality. The only thing Illario might want more than the seat of First Talon is Caterina’s respect. Too bad refusing to kill her in this play likely means he’s lost it forever. “Viago is keeping an eye on things, they’ll alert us if something changes. For now, I continue to stay away from Treviso to avoid spooking him.”

“Well, when Viago sends word, I’m right behind you. Whatever Illario’s up to, he’s wrapped up with the Venatori.”

“I appreciate that.” He’s grateful, really, to have somehow stumbled into such good friends. Now that he’s not as sleep deprived, he’s realized just how important this team has become to him.

Neve shrugs delicately. “Well, it’s the least I can do, really. Ashur told me about a delivery of supplies that arrived, already paid for in full. Would you know anything about that?”

He knows everything about it. Neve isn’t one to ask for help, but she’ll accept it on behalf of her city, or if the work has already been done. “Perhaps.”

“Well, thank you,” she says, rushing the words. However, it doesn’t do much to hide the emotion behind the words. “So, turns out you can smile. A real one. And more than once.”

He’s taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation. Though he’s not surprised she’d want to move the focus off her. “Of course I can. I’m guessing there’s a point to your observations?”

She leans forward at her desk, her chin resting on her hands. “Only that Rook’s good for you.”

He laughs, feeling his cheeks flush. “Yes. I have figured that out.”

Neve looks delighted at his slight embarrassment. “Just making sure.”

“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” he confesses. His last attempt at romance was ignored, and he so rarely feels interest in anyone that it was just never a priority. He still worries that he has nothing to offer Rook, but if being possessed isn’t a deal breaker, then maybe his ambivalence about sex won’t be either. Besides, he’s happy just being around her.

“Does anyone?” Neve laughs. “Look, the world’s a terrible and unfair place filled with terrible and unfair people. You and I know that better than most. We find what happiness and peace we can, and we hold onto it.”

She’s not wrong. He feels…rather undeserving of it all, but he has no intentions of letting go of this…whatever it is.

“When someone catches your eye, am I going to be parroting that back to you?”

She considers that for a moment and chuckles. “Probably.”

“I’ll see you at dinner,” he says and leaves her to her work.

He doesn’t make it far into the courtyard before running into Emmrich and Manfred. He’s always been the type to keep to himself, prefers the quiet. But he’s not bothered by being waved over by Emmrich or running into Davrin or Harding. Is this what it means to feel part of a place?

Emmrich smiled. “Ah, Lucanis. And Spite. How good to see you.”

“Emmrich.”

Emmrich looks at him with pride. “You know, I must say it’s so good to see you and Spite working together. The magic around you has much finer etheric transfusion.”

Lucanis wishes he knew what that meant. “...Thank you?”

“Curiosity!” Spite exclaims, bobbing over to Manfred.

Lucanis pinches the bridge of his nose. If he has to hear another tirade about Manfred’s feet…But if Emmrich has noticed a change, does that mean…“Did you know that Spite still thought we were in the Ossuary?”

Emmrich seems to consider that. “That is odd, but more of his words and behavior make sense in retrospect, don’t they?”

“So no.”

“But even you did not realize he was stuck there?” Emmrich asks thoughtfully.

Lucanis sighs. “Are you kidding? I barely understood where we were.”

Emmrich looks at him kindly. “And yet, you’ve clearly reached an accord. I’m quite glad, but that is not why I came to see you. Manfred?”

Manfred and Spite have been communicating together in a series of talking and increasingly excited hissing, but at Emmrich’s request, Manfred produces a small stack of papers bound by rings that look suspiciously bone-like and holds it out to Lucanis excitedly.

The Catacomb Codex: Bone Reading and the Reconstruction of Cultural Histories by Camina Ingellvar stands out in stark black ink at the top of the papers. Maker, that's a mouthful.

“What is this?”

“It occurred to me that while many of us are aware of Rook’s talents on the battle-field, not many are familiar with her other work, namely her scholarship within the Mourn Watch. I thought it might be a fun surprise to include a short discussion of her dissertation at the beginning of our next book club meeting,” Emmrich explains.

Lucanis laughs. Oh, Rook is going to hate that. “And she doesn’t know?”

Emmrich steeples his hands. “I do think that it’ll be better as a surprise, don’t you?”

Lucanis smiles. Emmrich is very well-meaning and this has the potential to be hilarious. “Oh, absolutely.”

Emmrich looks comforted by Lucanis’s support. “Delightful! I’ll leave you to it then. Come along, Manfred. We still need to deliver Neve and Bellara their copies.”

Manfred offers him and Spite an enthusiastic wave before hurrying after Emmrich.

Spite inches closer, peering over at the papers Lucanis holds. “Rook?”

“Something she wrote,” Lucanis explains. “Should we read it?”

Spite responds by sniffing the papers. “Smells like grave dust and old books.”

Well, that’s not a no. He starts for the dining room, picking up a quill on his way as he takes a seat at the table and begins to read.

***

Camina loves book club afternoons. She’s always found escape in books and in the ability to be worried about someone else’s problems for just a little while. When Bellara first suggested starting a book club, it had seemed like a silly thing in the face of the end of the world, but she’d also underestimated just how much of saving the world would be hurrying up and waiting. Book club gives all of them something to hold on to, and she likes that she finally has other people to read romances with. She’s always loved a good romance, has always found something comforting about reading a story with a guaranteed happy ending (the sprinkling of smut also doesn’t hurt). Also, Bellara and Lucanis ensure that they are never short of snacks. That’s the most important thing, really.

She ducks into her room for her copy of the book and heads down into the library. Emmrich, Neve, and Harding are already there chatting.

“Hey there, Rook,” Neve says with a knowing smile.

“Thrilled you could join us, Rook,” Emmrich smiles.

“Yeah, Rook, glad you made it,” Harding says, practically bouncing.

She takes a seat; she’s a little put off by the pointed greetings, but decides that everyone must just be being nice. Bellara and Lucanis join them then, each carrying a tray laden with food. She cranes her neck excited to see what they’ve whipped up. Are those…Nevarran fruit tarts? And Perendale shortbread? That’s odd, there’s nothing particularly Nevarran about Harding’s pick, Her Champion of the Landsmeet . Bellara and Lucanis tend to pick food that fits the theme of whatever they’ve read, and she would have expected more…Ferelden inspired fare?

Everyone is eagerly praising the food as Lucanis takes a seat beside her. In addition to his copy of the book, he’s got a small binding of papers. It’s bound like most scholarship works in the Necropolis. Is he reading up on something to do with Spite again? He offers her a smile as he sits down, but then the papers are shuffled away before she can see anything beyond a staining of black ink across the margins. Whatever it is, he’s annotated it heavily.

“I now call this meeting of the Lighthouse Book Club into session,” Bellara says cheerfully. “Emmrich, would you like to get us started?”

Odd. This book was Harding’s pick.

Emmrich smiles. “Of course. Last week, I was talking with Bellara and it occurred to me that beyond myself, none of us are familiar with Rook’s very important scholarship work within the Mourn Watch.”

Oh. Oh no. No. No. No. “Emmrich…” She realizes quickly that everyone has a copy of something that looks suspiciously like her dissertation. “We really don’t need to have everyone read that.”

Neve grins. “Oh, but Rook, we already have.”

She glances at Lucanis, her only hope of someone on her side in all this. He’s grinning and then it occurs to her what he’d annotated. She folds her arms and hates the way her face is burning.

“You’re all the worst.”

“I had some questions about how you identified the remains of grouping six in the furthest tomb. You mentioned some peculiarities in the reading,” Bellara begins. Of course, Bellara read every word.

What follows over the next half an hour is a halting and somewhat awkward question and answer session by a group of non-necromancers about a highly specific necromantic topic. Neve and Bellara seem to grasp the most, and Emmrich helps her out by being far better at explaining some of the underlying necromantic theory. Mostly, she’s touched that any of them made the effort, or that Emmrich would bring it up in the first place.

Emmrich is always quick to affirm her role in the Mourn Watch. He had organized a welcome in the Memorial Gardens as well as requesting her help with the rituals there. At every turn, he has emphatically asserted her full membership as a Watcher. And now this. It’s a sweet enough gesture it almost nearly eclipses the exasperation she feels at him having everyone read her dissertation. Even Lucanis, who she knows has openly shared his feelings about necromancy asks insightful questions, all the while looking utterly delighted by her discomfort.

Everyone puts in a laudable effort, but when it’s clear that the conversation is winding down she pulls out their actual book club book. “Are we not going to discuss Harding’s pick?”

And just like that the conversation shifts, and she is off the hook as everyone dives headlong into the far easier conversation topic of love and romance against the backdrop of a fictional and very historically inaccurate Landsmeet.

In what has become not an uncommon phenomenon, she and Lucanis remain unmoving. They linger together in the library until they are at last, alone.

“You knew about this,” she says.

“Of course.”

“Traitor,” she says without any real rancor.

He grins, brown eyes bright with mirth. “It was worth it to see your face when you realized what was going on.”

She’s positive that’s why Harding, Neve, and him had all agreed to Emmrich’s plan anyway. Bellara, Maker bless her, seemed genuinely interested. She sighs. “You really read the whole thing? It’s not exactly light reading.”

He laughs. “No, it’s not, but it was…interesting.”

She crosses her arms. “You found the explanations of using bone reading to date and classify corpses interesting?”

He shrugs. “I find everything you do interesting, but yes. I didn’t realize your specific gift could be so useful for telling us about the past. The way you write about it…you know so much about history and the world and magic. I…you had a whole life before this place.”

“I did.” She might be slightly offended if what he was saying was filled with any less awe. “So did you. You traveled and worked and made a name for yourself.”

He shakes his head one hand resting on her dissertation. “But you loved this.”

Oh. And that’s the difference, the piece he can’t help but marvel at. He likes being a Crow and enjoys being good at what he does, but there’s too much duty and expectation tied up for him to ever love it the way she loved her occupation. There was never enough agency in it for him; she knows that after the glimpse inside his mind.

“I still do. Maybe someday when we’re not chasing down gods and fighting dragons, I’ll get to go back to this kind of work.”

She snags the pages of her dissertation from him and begins thumbing through the carefully annotated pages. His writing is neat and precise, and it’s immediately clear that he spent a lot of time on this. Her cheeks warm a little at the thought. Something has shifted between them since Spite pulled her into his mind…There is an acknowledgement at least of their care and interest in one another. But having seen just how much Lucanis is dealing with, it feels utterly selfish to push for more. Besides, when he gives her gifts like this: dessert made just for her, the careful reading and annotation of her work, and the uncomplicated acknowledgement that he has her back. It’s enough.

She pauses when she notices heavier scrawls on the page, the ink dark and blotted in parts. “What’s all this?”

He sighs. “Spite wanted to participate too.”

“Can you. Read bones. Of Living?” Spite asks through Lucanis. It’s becoming more commonplace, part of their new deal she suspects though she hasn’t asked. She marvels at the ceding of control from Lucanis to allow it.

She considers the question. “I’ve never tried it. Mostly because getting access to a living person’s bones is a bit more…painful than the bones of the dead.”

Lucanis looks a little to his right and shakes his head. “No.”

“What is he saying?”

“He is offering me up for experimentation. Spite doesn’t seem to understand the necessity of skin?”

“Spite, I prefer Lucanis with his skin on,” she says, glancing toward the spot where Lucanis had spoken.

Lucanis laughs. “That would be my preference as well. Oh great, now he’s sulking.”

And then they’re both laughing. It is the utter ridiculousness of their situation and giddy sort of ease they’ve found. What does it matter that they haven’t so much as touched or kissed when he looks at her with such open, unguarded fondness? When they are able to laugh and joke about Spite?

“Would you mind if I kept this for a bit?” she asks, holding up his copy of her work.

He looks rather surprised by that. “If you’d like. Perhaps when we have the time, you could show me around the Shadowed Catacombs?”

“You want to see them?”

He nods. “The place where you spent so much time and worked so hard? Of course. I’d go anywhere with you.”

Well, when he says things like that it’s very hard to want to reach for him. “Perhaps we’ll find the time.”

He stands then, picking up the tray with the last of his and Bellara’s offerings. “I’d like that.”

There’s so much she wants to say, but more than anything, she’s just grateful to him and good friends. Speaking of, she really should visit Emmrich.

Upon arriving in Emmrich’s quarters, she finds him sitting at his desk, quill in hand and brow furrowed. Manfred appears to be attempting to dust but keeps getting distracted by the feathers of the duster and playing with them instead. He offers her a wave and a friendly hiss as she enters.

Emmrich smiles, and she can see the work he puts in to banish his frustration. “Ah, Rook. What can I do for you?”

She’s clutching Lucanis’s annotations close, a precious, precious gift. “I just wanted to thank you for…embarrassing the hell out of me today.”

Emmrich winces. “I know that you don’t particularly love that sort of attention, but…”

She holds up a hand. “There are no explanations necessary. It was very thoughtful of you.”

He smiles. “You are quite welcome.”

“I’ve been meaning to thank you as well, for the way you’ve been so…emphatic about me being a Watcher…it’s…my experiences haven’t always been so positive.”

“I am so sorry. People can be so small minded, can’t they? I know it’s not the same, but when I was coming up in the Watchers…I was an orphan as well. A poor boy from a poor family. I wished for someone with seniority to be in my corner, so I have tried, where I can to be what I so desperately needed. You are a Watcher, Rook. A brilliant one at that, and I am grateful to call you a very dear friend.”

“You too, Emmrich.” Manfred pipes up at that. “And you too, Manfred. You seemed a little frustrated as I came in, everything alright?”

Emmrich toys with his quill. “It’s nothing, really.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. There’s not a lot in this world that gets you scowling.”

He sighs. “It’s my…academic archnemesis.”

She laughs and takes a seat. “You’re kidding. I never believed you could have beef with another Watcher.”

He looks rather indignant at that. “And why not?”

“You’re so…nice.”

“Well, I assure you that I do occasionally ‘have beef’. This is quite a long-standing one. Every time I publish a paper, they publish a response! Which would be fine if they were ever wrong, but their analysis is often quite sharp. And they’re never critical, but it does feel rather like they’re attempting to undermine me.”

It’s not uncommon within the scholar circles to publish responses and analysis of work. “Well, who is it? Anyone I know?”

“That’s precisely the problem! They’re writing under a pseudonym. It’s rather cowardly. Emilia Mondblumen. There’s no Watcher by that name, but they must be a Watcher…so I can only assume they’re writing under the guise of anonymity. It’s maddening.”

Camina freezes. “What was the name again?”

“Emilia Mondblumen.”

And then Camina cannot help but burst into laughter.

Emmrich’s eyes widen. “You know something!”

“What did you call them again? Your academic archnemesis? Oh, this is too good.” She wipes her eyes. “I do know something. Maybe next time we’re in the Necropolis I can help shed some light on your little mystery.”

“Rook.”

She stands then. “As always, this was delightful. See you, Manfred.”

“Rook!” Emmrich calls, but she simply waves on her way out.

Oh Emmrich is going to lose it when he finds out Emilia Mondblumen is none other than her best friend, Willow. And Willow is going to similarly lose it when she discovers that not only has Emmrich Volkarin taken interest in her responses to his articles, but that he’s interpreted her responses as criticisms. She needs to write a letter to Willow immediately, but first, she wants to read more of Lucanis’s annotations.

She settles down on the chaise in her room and slowly thumbs through the pages. His annotations are thoughtful, more often questions than responses, some are even notes to himself: Read up on Steel Age, so I can ask about the dagger identification. But her favorites are the shortest ones where he’s simply underlined something she’s written and added a little note: That’s incredible, Wow, or Brilliant . Lucanis has always been quick to offer encouragement, especially on the battlefield, but there’s something about him being impressed with the work she’s most proud of that brings her specific type of joy.

She’s still not really sure what they are to each other, but whatever this is? It’s perfect.

#lucanis dellamorte #lucanis x rook #roocanis #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age: the veilguard #lucanis x camina #the watcher and the crow #slothquisitorwrites

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narukaminigga · 9 months ago

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AYE NIGGA(S) LISTEN UP

back in days of old, rap and hip hop was seen as a foolish endeavor; a moronic art form made by black people. whites did not gaf about it. thankfully while that’s changed… tumblr one of the only social medias i use to keep in contact with the outside world. i’ve seen the dumbest, stupidest posts because tumblr is a white hell. there are basically next to no black bloggers. they’re either dead or they abandoned the site or they were banned during that whole russian bot shit and whatever remains of black tumblr is a decrepit grave that i wish i experienced—but thanks to the hostilities of the white userbase and the staff’s oppressive nature towards blacks first and foremost, most of us are gone. i have been on this site for approximately a year or two and i have only accrued a few black people on this site. every other thing i see is traditionally antiblackness laced in progressive language, clear unbridled ignorance of black phrases, substitutions of “nigga” for the euphemism “f slur” and especially because of kendrick lamar’s beef with drake extending across the entire internet and worldwide; tumblr the “hating” website gets ahold of it. for the first time, people experience the lyricisms of kendrick and the banality of drake on full display…

and then instead, tumblr users (predominantly white) complain about the innate violence of rap, comparing fucking kendrick to LEMON DEMON (nigga who listens to LEMON DEMON????), saying some stupid shit about how rap boring as fuck, etc. etc., and it’s exhausting its so exhausting because so many people on this site refuse to acknowledge rap as a real music form and instead gas up their metal bands basically ran by neo nazi whiteboys and still are terrified of blackness. and even when they dip their toes into the art, they back away. i know everyone rn is flaming each other over this but this website is notorious for it’s systemic bigotry against blacks. we are not property and vehicles for ideological rhetoric. we are not hapless. we aren’t slaves. we are people. listen to our music nigga. you don’t like it? move on. don’t say nothing. don’t go on posts like some people have been doing and going: “oooohhhh rap lame as fuck!”. learn culture bro. and i dont want nobody to feel any white guilt but so many of you on tumblr are just so fucking bigoted for no reason towards black people (even those hardcore marxists on here). i just dont wanna see another post about a white person tweaking out over rap. go listen to black artists and support black people. support black men. support black women. support black transmascs and black transfems. support black intersex people. support all black queers. support ALL black people.

#antiblackness #antiblackness racism #antiblackness tw #racism #racism tw #black tumblr #kendrick lamar #drake #kendrick diss #rap #I WARD AWAY THE WHITE DEVILS: NIGGAPOSTING #tumblr culture #whiteness

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surgeonssturgeon · 2 months ago

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OC PLAYLIST I AM BORED

Martina Afonso , 38, Communist Dictator, colonizer of Spain ☭

I am bored, as stated above. So hello the one person of 8 Billion on earth and 191.1 Million active on Tumblr.com actually reading this. You are most likely my sibling, hi.

this is based off songs relating to her, (she’s a little asshole) not songs she’d listen to. I might make that, but lets be real who gives a hoot about missus murder over here.

You probably just wanna look at the music, so here you go, i highlighted the lyrics i felt related more to her story underneath

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“ Cartoons and Vodka “ - Jinkx Moonson, 2018

“ You see I'm tired (she's tired) I'm spent (she's spent), I'm really feelin' my age

You know life is twice as hard When you're livin' half on the stage And I barely have the energy to sing you this song

So let's get some cartoons and Vodka And do 'em all night long

Ooh, boy, are you ready for some fun? Drink 'em down, drink 'em down, drink 'em down, oh! Drink 'em down, drink 'em down, drink 'em down, oh!“

2. “ Change the Formality “ - Infected Mushroom , 2007

” I tried to change the formality and everything about it.

People killing people for a reason.

You make mistakes, you don’t regret

So make a conclusion. “

3. “ Fine “ - Lemon demon , 2006

“ It’s such a lovely day, we should pocket the sunshine!

and never give it back, even if theres a heat wave!

Or Terrorist attack, it will just be a close shave

And i know ( i know )

That every bomb has a silver lining, i know ( i know )

Im full of crap, but still “

4. “ Brutus “ - The Buttress , 2016

( Basically the whole song but )

“ I, too, have a destiny This death will be art!

The people will speak of this day from near and afar.

This event will be history, and I'll be great too I don't want what you have, I want to be you! “

5. “ Killer Queen “ - Queen , 1974

“ She keeps her Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet

"Let them eat cake, " she says Just like Marie Antoinette”

6. “ Everybody loves me “ OneRepublic, 2009

“ Well i, pray the music don’t stop ‘till i turn gray. “

“ Don’t need my health, got my name and got my wealth

Stare at the sun, just for kicks all by myself

Lose track of time, so i might be past my prime, but; I’m feelin’ oh so good! “

7. “ I Can’t Decide “ Scissor Sisters, 2006

“ I’m not a gangster tonight, don’t wanna be a bad guy

I’m just a loner baby, and now you’ve gotten in my way.

I can’t decide wether you should live or die. Oh you’d probably go to heaven, please don’t hang your head and cry.

No wonder why my heart is dead inside. It’s cold and hard and petrified. Lock the doors and close the blinds, we’re going for a ride! “

“ It’s a bitch convincing people to like you.

If i stop now call me a quitter, if lies were cats you’d be a litter “

8. “ Wrecking ball “ - Mother Mother, 2008

“ I aim to break not one but all I'm just a big ol' wrecking ball “

“ It takes a dedicated hand To put it through the wall You gotta wanna break the heart Of all those pretty porcelain dolls “

9. “ Dead Man “ - Self , 2000

“ I wish I could tell you, all you children, why you're here, why you're here We'd all sing along Isn't that something 'cause there is no knowing 'til you're gone When I'm gone I'll prove you all wrong

behind every woman there's a good man trying not to bug the hell out To understand it guess I'd have to be a dead man trying not to laugh out loud “

10. “ Ready to Die “ - Andrew W.K , 2001 🧁

“ This is your time to pay This is your judgement day We made a sacrifice And now we get to take your life We shoot without a gun We'll take on anyone It's really nothing new It's just a thing we like to do! “

It’s cringy, but it’s free.

#OC playlist #WIP #OC #Original character #Playlist #Spotify #music #Cod #Call of duty Modern warfare #Modern warfare 2 #Call of duty #Call of duty oc #Cod oc

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invidiia · 2 years ago

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SCENARIO : As If your parents being two terrorists already wasn’t enough, now you’ve got the fact that they are absolutely obsessive and possessive over you.

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LIGHT / FLUFF FIC : 445 WORDS

LISTEN TO : Fine - Lemon Demon

It was late at night, Fyodor, your father, had been working a bit too much as of late. Despite him always worrying (even behind his cold and unfeeling demeanor, you could easily tell.) over you, here you and your dad, Nikolai, were, ready to fuss over him not actually taking of himself.

“...Father, you know that you have to sleep at least for two hours, right? I know you’re working on some illegal stuff or whatever, but how are you going to go through with them if you can’t even lift your finger? And don’t get me started on that blood cup thing you were trying to do - you know your anemia cannot handle that—” You were scolding him, which your dad found quite amusing because, well, you were supposed to be the one being fussed over.

Your father, however, did not find it as amusing, but he did find it endearing that you cared for him so much.

“Yes yes, I am aware of how I almost passed out not even half an hour later, you’ve repeated that for the last hour you’ve been scolding me, darling.”

“Don’t get cocky with me now, and get to bed while you’re still able to even be on your feet.”

Your father, only sighed out before slowly (and admittedly, wobbly) out of his chair and away from his (big ass) computer screens. Nikolai took this chance to throw him over his shoulder proudly, something he’d never be able to do if your father had all his energy, and started to carry him towards his bed as your father just groaned, the sight making you stifle a laugh, especially with the way he was just swaying like a piece of paper in the wind.

“Go get him something to eat or something - I don’t know,” Your dad exclaimed, and despite his playful demeanor, you knew he cared a lot about your father, just as much (if not more,) as you did, so you went into the kitchen, grabbing a bar of dark chocolate and walking back to his bedroom to see the two in the bed - or more so, Nikolai whining to get in the bed while Fyodor denied over and over his requests to cuddle.

Pushing (or more so, prying) your dad off and away from the bed so you could hand your father the dark chocolate bar, he thanked you.

“Thank you, as odd as it is to have my own kid… yelling at me, it does mean something to me, at least.”

“It’s reallllllll funny watching Fyo-Fyo getting yelled at though!”

“Not helpful.”

“Boo-hoo.”

“...I can’t believe you two are adults and full-blown criminals sometimes.”

-uhhh anon

OMG

THE LONG AWAITED GUYSSS

the hoes gon LOVE this

I LVOE THIS SONMUCUCUCHFUTURJJEURJR

i want to SLAM MY HEAD INTO THE KEYBOARD THEYRE SI SILLY AHHHHHFJDHJ

idkdjdkf JNLVOE THEM

i LOVE THEM

AHJJJ

#klya..uhhh anon #platonic yandere #platonic yandere bsd #platonic nikolai gogol #platonic fyodor dostoevsky

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ii-thelightseekers · 1 month ago

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!!when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to the last 10 people in your notifs (positivity is cool!!)

I’ll post this but instead of sending it to a bunch of ppl bc sadly I don’t have too much time for that

Yall can answer on the replies!! I would love to hear ur music preferences!

Ill put here not only songs I listen to

But specifically songs that inspired TLS

1. Cabinet man- lemon demon

2. Sirens- bear ghost

3. language of the lost- Riproducer

4. Get lost- Moana 2

5. Rat- Penelope Scott

Bonus

Dancing through Life- wicked!

#ii ask blog #ask blog #ii the light seekers #these are all songs that inspired concepts/scenes/plots in TLS

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cyberkunizz · 1 year ago

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ೃ⁀➷ ‘Cause im the right one!

|| Cuddling positions with ZB1 hyung line ||

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of stress/overworking, implied fem!reader in taerae’s part.

a/n: title from: Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon!

Not a request, maknae line ver. will be posted soon!

KIM JIWOONG ┊김지웅┊

• i just know he would love to be the big spoon!!

• he would love to pepper you with soft kisses to your temple while telling you how lucky he is to have you.

• if you wake up from a nightmare he will slowly rub your thigh as a sign he’s always here for you and would keep telling and assuring you he will never leave your side.

• would whisper you stuff like

“it’s okay darling, it was just a bad dream. but im here, i will always be here for you”

• while slowly wiping and kissing your tears away :(

SUNG HANBIN ┊성한빈┊

• he LOVES holding your hand while you’re both cuddling, it makes him feel safe.

• he would share his headphones with you while yall are cuddling and listening to music, leading to both if you falling asleep while your shared playlist is playing.

• if you wake up from a nightmare and he sees you he would hold you and whisper “its okay baby, im here for you. you’re good now, ill take care of you.” while slowly making you sit up so he can go and make you some snacks or some hot chocolate to calm you down!!

• he would love stealing small sweet pecks from you when you don’t expect it and it makes u giggle every time, making him flash you a big smile in response

ZHANG HAO ┊章昊 / 장하오┊

• he loves falling asleep on you, especially if he’s had a bad and tiresome day. :(

• would love when you play with his hair while u both whisper sweet nothings to each other.

• definitely the little spoon, but it turns out a bit awkward bc he’s probably taller than you, but he is, on rare occasions, the big spoon. when you feel sad and meed comfort he will big spoon you in his arms and tell you it’s all going to be okay.

• “ it’s okay dear, it will be fine. i’m here for you, and always will. i’ll always be by your side.” :(

SEOK MATTHEW ┊석매튜┊

• absolutely adores big spooning you while slowly untangling your hair and rubbing slow circles into your back with his thumb.

• if you aren’t feeling well he will gladly skip his gym night session and stay with you at home, comforting you and stealing soft kisses.

• if you text him asking when is he getting back home bc you are sad/aren’t feeling well, expect him to be home with your favorite food/drinks, a plushie and some flowers <3

• your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your boyfriend, Matthew, unlocking the door and softly calling out for you “baby, i’m home! i bought you a little something”. a big soft smile made its way on his face the moment he saw you retrieving from the room :)

KIM TAERAE ┊김태래┊

• he ADORES falling asleep in your arms while you play with his hair and talk about randoms things, he honestly just loves being close to you in any way.

• if he notices you’ve had a tiresomely day, he will gladly big spoon you and cuddle you to sleep, he loves you more than anything and isn’t afraid to show you he cares about you.

• if you’re not feeling well because of your period cramps and you tell him, he’s going to drop everything he’s doing only to go home and take care of you. he’s going to buy you anything you need, pads/tampons, tissues, snacks, drinks, anything you need he will bring!

•he is always happy to be alongside you and help you, no matter what!

“Don't worry, love, i’m always here for you. Please rest a bit until i come back up, ‘kay?” were the last words you heard from him as he went down, on his way to bring you some of your favorite snacks <3

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cornerofthesillies · 4 months ago

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Good morning folks! Time to post my Smiling Friends headcanons! List is pretty long so get ready 😎👉

Pim has a bicycle that he uses when he’s off work. He uses it to either get to places that are close to his house, to visit Charlie or to relieve any stress he may have. He loves his bike. It even has a little basket in the front 🌸💕

Pim had a party animal rebel phase in middle school. He used to be friends with a group of bullies but didn’t feel happy making fun of others and breaking the rules after a while and started behaving better once he reached high school.

Pim has a wardrobe full of different clothing, including dresses. He considers his usual white collared button shirt his trademark.

Charlie plays acoustic guitar. His uncle taught him how to play. He’s not a good singer but he tries.

Whenever Pim and Charlie hangout outside of work, they adapt to each other’s style. Pim would wear a hoodie or jean jacket with sneakers and jeans to look cool while Charlie would try to appear well dressed and more approachable by wearing a sweater vest.

Pim loves Summer while Charlie enjoys the comfort of Fall.

Pim loves Chappell Roan, Lemon Demon, Metric and Paramore.

Charlie is a fan of Weezer, Green Day, Mother Mother and Gorillaz. He claims to hate pop music in public, saying that it’s cheesy repetitive noise with no deep meaning or real substance, but he loves listening to certain pop songs in private. He especially loves listening to pop songs from the 2000’s

Pim is a frog-like critter. He still has his tadpole tail from when he was a kid but it’s shrunken down to an incredibly small size.

Charlie has a tail too but he doesn’t want to show it so he hides it inside his pants. His tail is small and stubby, similar to that of a capybara.

Pim is a really good swimmer but he has to wear a swimming cap to protect his nerve ending while under the water. He might have an ability to breathe and blow bubbles underwater as well.

Pim loves sweets and deserts! He enjoys savoring the taste of strawberry shortcake.

Allan loves cheesecake! He and Pim would buy cheesecake together and eat outside of work if they were to ever hang out.

Charlie and Zoey are in an open relationship.

Glep would absolutely listen to breakcore.

Pim does meditation! It helps him get into a more calm state of mind and he feels motivated for the day afterwards.

Pim would be a wonderful elementary school teacher. He would be so incredibly patient with kids.

I have a headcanon related to Spamtopia! The more time you spend there, the more you start to blend in with the world. Since it’s confirmed that the Fun Twin mascots are from Spamtopia and their forms look different in the Salty’s episode than how they look in their flashback it seems to have the same effect on citizens from Spamtopia with them becoming more defined the more time they spend outside of Spamtopia.

Little bonus addition to the Spamtopia headcanon, if you spend more time after your form has changed you start to lose your memories. This can range from memories that are small and easily forgettable to incredibly important core memories. Spamtopians who move from their city to live somewhere else don’t suffer from this problem.

Now time for the sexuality headcanons!:

Pim is a cis non conforming pansexual (he/him)

Charlie is a cis bisexual (he/him)

Allan is a non binary aromantic (he/they)

Glep is green (he/they)

#sf #smiling friends #pim pimling #charlie dompler #glep #allan red #spamtopia #rambles of a rando

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fersauce47mediatalk · 27 days ago

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About Will Wood's "The Normal Album"

Yesterday on my main blog I said “I personally think that ‘Love me, Normally’ should have been the final song of The Normal Album. Have it switch places with Memento Mori, because it better encapsulates and summarizes the album.” because I was relistening to The Normal Album.

I’ve been relistening to Will Wood a lot recently. Over the past couple days I’ve relistened to most of his music, and also listened to the remake of The Normal Album: The New Normal! Will Wood and his Tapeworms have been on repeat in my headphones for the past 2 weeks, and I’m sure everyone I know personally has gotten tired of hearing about him. Anyway, I thought it was high time to review one of my all time favorite albums.

The Normal Album was released on July 10th, separately from the Will Wood and the Tapeworm albums. Most of the songs on this album have been in the works for years. It is 45 minutes long, and has 10 songs. The songs are mostly long. The shortest is “The most important thing in the world” at 2 minutes and 49 seconds. Though the longest song is “Suburbia Overture” at 6 minutes and 16 seconds. The average song on the album is in the 4-5 minute zone.

I’d recommend this album to my friends, without a doubt. For those of you who don’t know of Will Wood’s music, he can be included in the same “Autistic gay people music” category as people like Lemon Demon, Tally Hall, Jack Stauber, Bo Burnham, etc.

He has a very unique sound. He mixes Jazz, Rock, Blues, and Indie campfire guitar music all into one kick ass discography. All of his music is a unique experience, and I personally don’t see how someone couldn’t like it. Actually, it is quite overstimulating. Here’s the summary of Will Wood: Imagine really Jazzy rock music that’s overstimulating as hell. His music has humour and dark undertones, and I love it for that.

That being said, I realize that a lot of the people I find myself interacting with here on Tumblr are fellow Will Wood glazers. If you’re reading this, there’s a good chance you already know WAY too much about Will Wood’s music, because he’s been your hyperfixation for a good little bit.

I love Will Wood in interviews. He has a certain vibe to him, and whenever he gets to speaking about something that he actually cares about, he’s one hell of a speaker. There’s a lot of clips of him sitting like a bisexual and vibing while being interrogated, such clips are my guilty pleasures. God, I love his style.

You know, I should probably talk about The Normal Album itself. That’s what you came here for, isn’t it? The album is about the societal push on people to be normal instead of just to be. It’s about desperately trying to fit in. I have to thank @rowansinjune for educating me on that in the comments of my post about Love Me, Normally.

As per usual, I’ve picked out the top 5 songs for the people who can’t be bothered to listen to music at its finest. I will say that if you want to get the entire view of the album’s theme, you need to listen to the other songs. These ones are mostly my personal favorites.

1- Second Sight Seer: Second Sight Seer is very jazzy. It’s one of those songs that convey the album’s theme, although it’s not inherently obvious.

2- Laplace’s Angel: This might be the best song on the album IMO. It also sounds the most like a Will Wood and the Tapeworms song, specifically from Self-ish.

3- I/Me/Myself: This song is more comical than most of the others. It’s about a trans woman, but as far as I’ve heard, the trans community not only approves of it, but loves how well the lyrics handle the subject. Correct me if I’m wrong, please.

4- Love me, Normally: I’ve already talked about how I think that this should’ve been the real end to the album, since it encapsulates the theme so well. To me, it sounds the most like a traditional rock and roll song.

5- BlackBoxWarrior: This song feels oddly ominous. Between the piano and Will’s tone, it seems like it could be a really fun villain’s theme.

In conclusion, listen to Will Wood! Any song will do, they’re all great!

Well, that was fun, goodbye!

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thebe4ulog · 1 month ago

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A Little Introduction

helloo :D i don’t really know how this works, i’ve been saying for 2025 i wanna start documenting my life a bit more and my friend kind of led me here

i’ve been STRUGGLING like HARD with my sexuality for a while now, i’ll probably go more into my experience in a later post but im tired of pretending im immortal and resistant to shame and internalised homophobia and even abuse like i thought

hobbies

that’s kind of been the talking point of a lot of conversations i’ve had about myself because it’s just constantly on my mind, which is why i’m trying to navigate myself to some more healthy habits this year, for example writing! i’ve always really loved writing and fiction and i’ve wanted to get into it for a while and i’m hoping this year will be the year i do. i’m also a musician, i’ve written a few personal albums and i’d like to release some songs to streaming services one day, but for now i’m okay with my little chord sheets and silly little lyrics. i play ukulele, guitar, banjo, piano and im picking up the saxophone! so that’ll be fun. i also really want to start getting into art and drawing and what have you too.

interests

most of my favourite artists are dead but i love jazz anyway. from frank sinatra to duke ellington, i love it all. some artists that might be more relevant to you though - i mostly listen to will wood and laufey (despite being aroace probably idk i just like the jazz and her music makes me feel pretty) i also on occasion listen to tally hall and lemon demon, so yes that confirms i am autistic. i also really love the muppets, im going to go back there some day makes me cry, gonzo my beloved. <3 games i like tend to be cosy games like stardew valley and minecraft and the like, but im a fan of pokemon too. the following are likely to die out in the next month or so but im currently hyperfixating on wicked and the universal theme parks, so if those tickle your fancy then tumble me or whatever

i mostly speak english but i’m really interested in foreign languages and cultures; i can carry most conversations in spanish. i’m from the UK but i like to pretend im not and rather that im from space or something, mostly because it makes more sense for my stupid little AuDHD self but also because i have absolutely 0 patriotism. and also because why not, space is pretty cool no?

buh bye

that’s a little bit about me and where i’m at at the moment! :) i’m hoping to make friends and share experiences and interests and maybe experiment a little with certain things. i have some general little notices and what have you in my bio, im 17 and really if you’re 20+ i’d probably avoid this blog. but mbti and star signs and all the other bollocks people seem to find relevant is there

i’m honestly not sure what i’m gonna do with this thing or how i should really end it, the latter seems too dry to end it on. do i say over? like it’s a radio communication? that seems humorous i’ll go with that.

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tartrat · 6 months ago

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Kapyy is going out tonight, he’s on his vigilante shit.

This is the most cursed thing I’ve made and that includes an abstract painting of an amethyst I made over Easter break. The sketch with the basic idea and more thoughts and headcanons below I guess.

Firstly don’t look at the mouth too much, the teeth were annoying me. I seem to do like a simplistic style for people and not going overly detailed on their features when i put effort in. For my A level final piece, a self portrait, i sort of made my eyes mouth and nose less deatailed but you can still tell that it’s a face and so it looks kinda good. Honestly this piece looks better than i thought it would, i sort of panic when making art but i can make stuff look good when i put effort in, see the other canvas paintings I’ve posted here.

I started this on the 3rd of August and finished on the 10th.

As seen with my last post i hated doing those rhinestones and tassels but they ended up looking kinda good. I did the hair the same way i did the hair in my previous posts. I used the same brushes as well, custom watercolour and glitter brushes and the procreate turpentine brush to blend. I have a lot of process pics of me working on the colouring that look cursed that i kinda want to do a photo dump on. I also used the chromatic abbreviation filter on procreate to create a subtle glow around him.

Also i decided to put a signature on it, something that i keep forgetting to do on other pieces I’ve made. (Well for school i put my name on the back of my canvases, by the end of the year i had like eight canvases and by sketchbooks)

I had what i like to call a glee-lapse where i started re-listening to a bunch of glee covers, specifically: Nasty/Rhythm Nation, The Boy Is Mine, Start Me Up/Livin’ On A Prayer, and Don’t Start Believing. Other songs i listened to include, Ldn By Lily Allen, Black Magic by Little Mix, Take Me to Church by Hozier, Bella’s Lullaby from Twilight, Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon, American Healthcare by Penelope Scott, Grace Kelly by Mika, Misery Business by Paramore, Coney Island, My Tears Ricochet, Better than Revenge, So Long London, But Daddy I Love Him, I look in Peoples Windows, Down Bad and the song this is based off of, Vigilante Shit all by Taylor Swift. I was at the Eras tour in Dublin in June which ended my A-levels exams. I also got the signed midnights blood moon vinyl for Christmas in 2022, then i put a st brigid’s cross i made on it and my mum thought it was a photo of Jesus when she saw it hanging on my wall.

The just dance wiki seems to have argued over who Kapyy’s performer is. Like he’s performed by someone, there is a kinda unnerving behind the scenes photo of him, like has he just escaped into our reality like Layl and Gabriela have. Where did that behind the scenes pic come from?

Headcanons I’ve been developing. So still going off the whole Kapyy and Talia are twins, they both have ADHD. This comes from me possibly having undiagnosed adhd that is manifesting as anxiety so yay. It’s also just came to me that since i said that their dad should be from Cyber funk that he should be the Blinding lights extreme coach. Basically Blinding lights extreme and Giddy on Up take place round about the same time so BLE meets GOU whilst he visits Wasterra, they fall in love, eventually get married and have twins, Kapyy is ultimately kidnapped at birth leaving Talia unaware that she has a twin until she unknowingly meets him shortly after the events of I Knew You Were trouble. The GOU and BLE coaches were popular performers of their time and teach performing arts classes art a university now, with Talia studying English literature and language, and Kapyy being an Art student who performs on the side (So basically I’m Blue extreme), as in he gets paid for performing but he masks he actual feelings, whilst Talia would actually show her emotions through her ability to control tvs.

Other headcanons include, when Kapyy isn’t doing too great the Levitating Extreme coach has to bring him home and make sure he’s ok. Kapyy and Talia are basically Dipper and Mabel from Gravity Falls sorta, Talia is dipper and Kapyy is Mabel, like how they ground each other. Both of them are also double jointed (obviously their performers most likely aren’t). That’s about it so far.

I also think that i alienated the two people on twitter who follow me for yo kai watch by just posting just dance fanart there, luckily there is the Yo kai watch Just Dance Game, when my worlds collide, so i want to do more yo kai watch fanart. I have an idea for a yo kai watch x just dance fanart, kapyy may or may not be involved ion that.

That’s about it, i feel fuzzy again like I’m excited and nervous to post.

As for where Kapyy got the bodysuit from, well…

Bonus doodle:

#just dance #fanart #just dance fanart #just dance kapyy #headcanon #headcanon that I’m still developing #digital art #My thoughts #i don’t talk this much in real life #edit I forgot to add the keep reading bar

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pico-digital-studios · 2 months ago

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Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Far from Entitled

(Funkinverse by @robovoidfrog; moment inspired by the finale of No Straight Roads.)

During the events of Benjamin's Corruption encounter, he, Grace and Pico had managed to undo the vast majority of the damage that Lemon Demon had caused, and forced him to book it from Philly, never to be seen again. Though as they thought about what to do next, a familiar jester walked into the topmost tower of Daniel's private mansion, finally speaking proper English instead of Japanese.

Harvester: Oh, Dearest, Dearest…

Daniel Dearest: Robinson. Great…

Grace: Huh? You two know each other?

Harvester/Robinson: I told you before, Dan. You were perfect, your rock was unstoppable! But you decided to retire from your line of work and started taking easier ways out of bargains. Well, take a good look around you, hehe! Because your power has no place in this city, not anymore. New rhythm rules this land!

Daniel: Don’t flatter yourself too much. We saw the readings, and the energy output Ben and Grace have produced by this month is the exact same as my own.

Harvester: Energy output? Energy OUTPUT? Who cares about that?

Benjamin: Hey! WE care!

Pico: Exactly! After the virus first struck, it’s part of why we started the music revolution to dispel it!

Harvester: HAHAHA! No, what truly matters is that we get to see how wrong Mr. Dearest here really is!

Daniel: Eat dirt, you little shit!

The Harvester/Robinson sighed, turning his attention to Ben.

Harvester: Do you finally understand how bad you treated me, Ben? I used to be your biggest, number one fan! I supported you through thick and thin. A lot of people tried to kill you, but I stood with you. That’s how much music matters to me, and it’s how much YOU matter to me! And after we went through all that hardship, you now plan to take the easy way out? Abandoning your career? It’s an insult to… everything I believed in. You yanked my heart, crushed it… Threw it away like a piece of rubbish…

Benjamin, for his part, was barely phased by Robinson’s attempt to get pity from him.

Harvester: Did my loyalty mean nothing to you…? Not even a little bit…?

Benjamin: Okay, listen here, Harvester! I don’t give a DAMN about you, you understand? Only my friends deserve to get very close to me, not my fans I got from making music! And I especially do not like when people like you think you’re entitled to my attention and respect! No matter HOW loyal you are, you are not obligated to my time. I. Owe. You. NOTHING!

The Harvester snarled, clicking their fingers as a light flashed in the sky.

Daniel: What did you do, Robin?!

Harvester: I was… hoping to save this for a more meaningful day, but… no point delaying the inevitable, right?

Grace: Robin, what did you do?!

Harvester chuckled as what they did became ever clearer; a satellite had its orbit destabilised, and was headed on a direct crash course to the Mansion.

Harvester: See that? I’ve sent a satellite that Dearest’s company made to plunge right into this mansion!

Everyone was shocked that they were taking THAT measure to get back at Dearest.

Martha: Robin, you’d better call that off right now! Or so help me…

Harvester: Too late! The coordinates cannot be disrupted now. Oh, you should see the look on your husband’s face now. Complete and utter hopelessness. Now YOU know how I felt when your son-in-law ditched me! Now, come on, kids! Let’s evacuate this filthy building! Daniel Dearest’s reign of terror is no more!

Of course, NONE of the characters were planning on budging.

Harvester: Well?

Darnell: This is WRONG!

Harvester: What do you mean? This was Ben and Grace’s end goal, right? To end Daniel Dearest’s rule once and for all!

Benjamin: Yeah, but I never agreed for any of us to tear apart his frickin’ MANSION! Grace and Chris live here, too!

Harvester: Come on now! Have you forgotten about your fans I’ve seen? They all want you to destroy Dearest’s dark legacy! Remember, if you completely remove him from this landscape, you’ll gain total control over Philly!

Grace: Total… control? That’ll just lead us to repeat history!

Harvester: What did you say?

Benjamin: If any of us go down this path further, we’ll end up becoming the very thing we stood against from day 1… and end up doing EXACTLY what Dan was doing. I’ll end up being the new Daddy Dearest…

Benjamin’s eyes widened upon hearing himself say that, like a “Eureka!” moment came to him.

Benjamin: Wait! I’d end up being the new Daddy Dearest?! Holy crud! How come I never realised that?!

Harvester: Ben, you’re overthinking things! Eradicating everything Dearest stands for is the right thing to do!

Benjamin: Shut up, Robin! I’m not listening to you OR my toxic fanbase anymore! We need to stop this mess right here, right now! Grace?

Grace: Yeah?

Benjamin: What I’m about to do’s gonna be really dangerous, so I understand if you-.

Grace: Save your breath, Benji. I’m sticking with you to the end!

They smirked to each other.

Benjamin: Alright! Now, all we need is a plan of action!

Daniel: As it stands, we need to rally the people you’ve helped to have enough strength to repel the satellite and destroy it.

Pico: You got it!

Daniel: I’ll need some time to ensure the safety of my family and evacuate them from the building. While Ben and Grace are handling that creep, can all of you handle sorting things out around Philly?

Skid: You can count on us!

Nene: Let’s do it!

Harvester: None of you will succeed! Ben’s fans will make sure of it!

On cue, Daniel moved the elevator he and the others were using right back up to the tower, before waltzing over to Harvester and upper-cutting them to shut them up before going back down with the others.

Harvester: I didn’t want to have to do this, but because you’ve refused to quit, you’ve forced my hand!

Benjamin: Well, guess what? I’m sick of you and lots of others trying to kill me and trying to ruin my life, when all I’ve wanted is a peaceful life with my family and friends! This ends NOW!

Back in the present day, Benjamin looked at his now-non-social media-based smartphone while sitting on the balcony of the base for his Funkin' Gang, having closed down his social accounts as a sign that he was feeling the urge to quit music-making entirely.

BluBuni: Is something still on your mind, Ben?

Benjamin: Kinda, considering the whole "music" thing that each of us as -friends do. I saw over my time being the Boyfriend that the whole thing isn't all it's cracked up to be.

BluBuni: You... You're having doubts about yourself?

Benjamin: Well, it's mainly those who have heard my songs that I really feel worried about. So, er, you know how a lot of us Boyfriends are diagnosed with autism?

BluBuni: Yeah?

Benjamin: Well, after I got diagnosed with it, it put into perspective how hard it was for me to make friends before I started the whole music gig. Though, to be honest, I felt scared deep down after the diagnosis.

BluBuni: Huh? Why?

Benjamin: Well, I've seen that people have, and still are, discriminating against autistic people and claiming they have a disease that needs to be cured...

BluBuni: Autism isn't a disease! W-Why would they think that?

Benjamin: J-Just their sickening mindsets, I assume. The toxic side of my fanbase s-somehow found out about my autism, even though I posted nothing about it online, and t-took to personally attacking me f-for it... After I had to actually kill one of them for endangering Philly, I... I felt scared about taking another life like that... I-I'm just glad my family, Grace and Pico were all there for me during that t-time... After all the intrusions on my personal life, I... I've just wanted to q-quit making music entirely...

Blu didn't hesitate to hug Ben close.

BluBuni: Hey, it's okay, Ben. If you really want to quit out of making music, there's nothing stopping you. You've still got friends and family that'll have your back regardless. I can see you still want to help save the multiverse, right?

Benjamin: Y-Yeah.

He hugged her back, really appreciating the comfort.

Benjamin: Heh, t-thanks, Blu. I really appreciate it.

BluBuni: You're welcome!

She nuzzled his nose gently, which caused him to blush a bit.

Benjamin: We'll find our way to stop The X in his tracks and help Salty out. That I'm sure of!

BluBuni: Heh, yep!

Return Funkin' GF came upstairs.

RT!Girlfriend: Hey, guys? Sorry to interrupt, but we just got finished setting up the dance stage downstairs, if one of you wants to give it a test while Mix and B-Bot are researching on the X.

Benjamin: Heh, of course!

BluBuni: Count me in!

Benjamin: If anything works to help take my mind off of some rough stuff, it'll do!

RT!Girlfriend: Heh, I saw Grace was getting excited to do a duet dance with you on the game we got plugged.

Benjamin (blushing): S-She was?

RT!Girlfriend: Mhm!

BluBuni: I'll definitely join if there's a trio routine or two on there!

Benjamin: Sweet! Let's go! And... thanks for being there for me, Blu.

BluBuni: Hehe! Anytime!

They headed downstairs. Over in the computer room, B-Bot and MIX Boyfriend were running scans to identify a weakness in The X.

MIX BF: I swear, he got insanely powerful within only a couple of days. How are we meant to find a weak spot in him?

B-Bot: We'll figure it out. He's still not at an unstoppable level, so we should still have time! I just hope we're not too late in trying to help Salty out...

Amongst the data gathered, B-Bot was shocked to discover a canon event tied to Evan; his set-to-be demise at the hands of a menace resonating in a TV channel, Kirk Odd.

B-Bot: What even IS that thing? Urgh... Whatever it is, I won't let Evan have to face it alone!

He took the data and got ready to relay it to Benjamin later.

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