#( verse: to match the color of god. )

[stillresolved]

so uh, annie has some thoughts here ara ( @uroborosymphony )

“You’re going out again?” She frowns, watching Ara slip on the final touches of her outfit. It’s a gown, one that screams money and class. If Annie didn’t know her, she might have mistaken her best friend for one of those very people. The ones Ara sought to make even with. “I thought…you didn’t like those people.”

#buoy in the water ( annie. ) #uroborosymphony ( ara. ) #uroborosymphony #( verse: to match the color of god. ) #the darkness that gently leads by the hand ( annie & ara. ) #interactions ( annie. ) #hahahaha trouble in paradise??? :'D #i was just thinking about the corruption arc that taiquinn undergo and how?? #after gaya falls they start back to their roots....so maybe?? this is annie being more....confused if anything?? on that arc?? #of ara going on a path as being as bad as the ppl who she's trying to take down #of course if any of this doesn't make sense i can always change things!! #since she and tai from my understanding are going to these parties that the wealthy attend #either that or annie can be seen as misinterpreting things too!! :'D #ANYWAYS....angst 4 u :))) #( interactions. )

[nkyslover]

ateez as boyfies.

mar's notes! jus a whole bunch of wholesome fluff, ts my first post in AGES, b nice every1 and enjoy! <3 (this isnt THAT detailed ok, i tried my best<3). I GOT KINDA CARRIED AWAY IN WOOYOUNGS-

hongjoong . . .

he the sweetest man ever!! we luv hongjoong. hes SO perfect. he's like the man who u have an option to either get w, or regret not choosing him fo the rest of yo life. he puts sososo much effort into making u happy bc ur like, the joy in his life, his lil sunshine and he ADORES u, so much. move nights and late night cuddlin is defo his fav thing to do w u, not to mention him bringing gifts whenever he gets to see u !!

seonghwa . . .

yall know, hes literally malewife. as a bf, he would definitely make sure ur okay like allll around the clock. he cooks for u, he'd make sure u guys eat TOGETHER. he'd keep u company all the time ofc, even if he has a tough schedule he still b like "come w me :<" hes tha clingy cute perfect boyfie we all need.

mingi . . .

often he finds himself singing to u, rapping small verses or even some sentences he feels like singing, bc GOD who would even complain hearing song mingi sing? he'd let u dye his hair whatever color u'd want, often go shopping w u and spoiling u and then showing that cute grin on his face whenever he'd make u flustered infront of other people. we heart mingi, honestly.

yunho . . .

ok so hes big man right? hes tall, hes cute, hes like got the most cute and clumsy and loving personality. this man will definitely cuddle u late at night or whenever he'd come back from rehearsals or sumf. he ALWAYS finds a way to make u nervous, for example: hes taller than you so he'd cower over you when hes asking for something or wanting to sprinkle a lil bit of playfulness into the situation. the lesson is that yunho is puuuuurrrrrfect!

jongho . . .

wakes you up by humming small tunes into your ear, if your mad at that u clearly shouldnt even be thinking of that bro. flashes that smile that has you literally KICKING YOUR FEETS. its absolutely atrocious the amount of smiling this man has me actually doing whenever im watching his lil moments or something. he'd defo take loads of couple goals pictures with you, wear matching outfits. "jongho, can we buy matching beanies?" "baby buy them, you know i'll wear it anyways ^^" epitome of baby. ^^

yeosang . . .

HE BRINGS U TO GYM WITH HIM. and he even helps u with the equipment, and when after you guys go to a cute cafe to grab some food, sitting in the corner and discussing your plans together, overall deciding on staying at home all day to just do coupley things ofc. he lets u do his hair, vice verse as he likes to always play with ur hair and run his fingers through it wording "ur hair is so soft :o." no but IMAGINE OK, but i should stop before i get too carried away..

choi san . . .

another malewife. ok so like insert scenario that ur ill, havin bedrest n shi. HE DECIDED TO STAY W U ALLLLL DAY. he doesnt care if he catches the cold off u bc he js wants to b there for u because he cares and loves u sm !! hes the typa bf to surpise u in every way w bracelets, matchin stuff, makeup, and even small gifts. he js wants to see his pretty princess smilin. he also takes u to gym w him ofc, he cant even think abt not bringing u. end of convo bc im gonna get too carried away likewise w yeosangs. :(

wooyoung . . .

idk why ok but he gives off enemies to lovers typa beat. like he would be battling w u at first and then be heads over heels, and when u FINALLY get together after some plan of friends, u realise that hes literally AMAZING. yes he probably is playful, mostly probably teases alot ngl, but thats his way of showin his love. he absolutely adores u, even if u guys are havin a competition, you always get reminded u got the most loving n best boyfie in the whole wide world. ALSO bonus he buys u so many flowers ur garden is HOARDED in the amount of flowers, he gotta clean all of it up w u, giggling when he realises how cute you look when ur mad and pulls u into a kiss, eventually forgetting about the overload of pretty flowers in ur garden.

#ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #hongjoong fluff #seonghwa fluff #yunho fluff #choi san fluff #yeosang fluff #jongho fluff #mingi fluff #wooyoung fluff

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It takes a mob part 3

Part one 

previously

“This place is a dump Bill.”

“Hey! Excuse me if I wasn’t expecting company!”

Bill grimaced as he pushed a couple takeout boxes of the kitchen island. Renting alone was difficult enough; maybe he hasn’t swept or scrubbed in a while. He’s been busy, sue him!

The kid didn’t seem to mind, he was too busy chewing on a rabbit ear to complain.

Ken grimaced as he bounced the squirt,

“Forget company Bill, you got an entire war in your kitchen.”

“It you’re going to complain so much about it then lend a hand?”

“Oh no man, you forget. I’m holding Danny, this is an important job! Can’t have him crawling around here and picking up diseases. This is much more important than being your busboy.”

Bill raised a brow, watching as Marv snuck up behind Ken and scooping up the kid with a chuckle.

“Oh yeah? Looks like you’ve been relieved. Hop to it bus boy.”

“Marv!!”

“Didn’t want Danny to pick up your garbage attitude.”

Bill held back a groan as the two dumbasses started a game of keep away with the boy.

He was tired. What was supposed to be a quick beer on a night off has turned into a four am game of house.

The chaos paused when a whimper broke into the air.

“Look what you did Marv!”

“Me!? Ken you didn’t have to-“

The kid was fully bawling his eyes out and the two jackasses where too wrapped in their pissing match to notice.

Grabbing the boy from the two of them, Bill leveled the with a glare as he gently bounced the kid on his hip.

“He ain’t a toy you bozos! Be glad you didn’t drop him and crack his head open!”

Not breaking his glare Bill made his way to his couch and lowered himself to the cousins with a weary sigh,

“I’m cashing in the IOU’s. You two idiots get to clean the apartment.”

Bill raised his unoccupied hand at Ken’s sputtering,

“I’m not fucking finished numb nuts. You two are goin’ to clean and think about what you did. The tyke is barely old enough to raise his head! I don’t care if he’s a meta or not. The only reason he’s here and not at the Wayne foundation is because it’s safer with us than in the goddam system! The second that changes I’m not afraid to pack him up and take him there myself. Am I clear?”

Ken let out an annoyed “yes sir.”

Marv for his part looked properly chastised.

“Alright, now get.”

Letting out another sigh, Bill turned his attention to Danny.

“Let it out kid, just let it out.”

With a little bounce Bill brought his feet up and tried to get himself comfortable leaning against the arm rest.

‘The kid has a set of healthy lungs at least...’

“I’m really sorry you got to deal with a couple lugs like us. If it makes you feel any better, Kenny’s 19 and Marv has only handled older youngin’s before. There’s a learning curve.”

Bringing the squirming tot to his chest Bill began to run his palm up and down his back, mildly marveling at how much he could cover in one small swipe.

“Truth is, I’m probably no better. At least those two have excuses. If I fuck up don’t hold back on old Billy alright? Lord knows I can get my head up my ass at times.”

Danny let out a little hiccup as his crying petered out. Glancing down, Bill switched to rubbing a small circle with his thumb as the baby’s eyes began to droop.

‘Huh.. I thought his eyes were blue?’

Bill gave a mental shrug. It probably had something to do with his meta-abilities. God forbid if he drew the line in the sand over an eye color change.

The kid was fighting to stay awake; it was kind of adorable watching him try to keep his eyes open.

That being said a sleeping baby was easier to deal with than awake one.

‘Ok, think Bill, think. What would old man do?’

Glancing around, he made a face.

‘They won’t hear me over their own swearing...’

Clearing his throat, Bill hummed as he tried to recall some old words.

“Go to sleep you littl’ baby.. Go to sleep you littl’ baby. Your mama’s gone away and your daddy’s goin’ to stay.. Didn’t leave nobody but the baby..”

Bill kept humming as he tried to recall the next verse.

He hadn’t heard the song since he was a tyke himself, sue him.

He could almost feel the moment when the little man lost the war with sleep.

“Honey on a rock and sugar don’t stop.. gotta bring a bottle to the baby..”

Bill was pretty sure he got that lyric wrong, what Danzo didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

Bill kept humming as he listened to the sound of Gotham outside. The early bird would be just starting their commute by now.

Actually, why weren’t the numbskulls making any noise? If they think he was going to accept any half ass cleaning for two favors than they had quite a bitching to look forward to.

‘Not right now.’ Bill felt his humming slow down, ‘can’t risk waking the kid,’

He was aware he was joining Danny in Dreamland at this point; the fact of the matter is he been up for almost 24 hours and is supposed to go in tonight anyways.

He deserved some sleep after all this shit.

Gently laying his arm over Danny, he let his body relax as the first rays of dawn entered the apartment.

Hoodlums:

@reinluna,@confused-moose-child,@mimilikey,@emeraudesfateandfandoms, @dolfay, @boredomfarie, @aconitewolfsbane, @withoutcontxt, @onyxlightdragon, @satanicrutialspecialist, @phoenixdemonqueen, @vixen-uchiha, @skulld3mort-1fan, @bytheoldwillowtree, @illusionwolfwriter24r8, @thewondersoflebanon, @vipower001, @autumnwulf, @alice-hazelwood, @fisticuffsatapplebees, @f4nd0m-fun, @markus209, @latheevening226 @255940g, @dolfay, @basilf1res, @jotaroslooseeyebrowhair, @skirter01, @magnificence12, @bun-fish, @ascetic-orange @thegatorsgoose @sunflowershine03 @ladythugs @firegirl108 @glitchedchaos @rangerhorsetug, @freakofyournature, @mimilikey, @crazycatgirl420

#Marv and Ken were in fact peeping through the kitchen doorway #Marv was recording the moment and Ken trying not to laugh #dp x dc #writing prompt #dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #goonion bill #ken #marv #Jason having his nails done: seriously one call wouldn’t hurt right #Damian: working hard on a cuticle: smudge my work and it’s your wrist Todd #it takes a mob

[untitled5071]

I have a Lisa Frankenstein request! If you'd rather not, thats totally okay, but I'd love a modern au of them going to a my chemical romance concert. ^^ it's for me and for one of my friends too, and it would really mean a lot to us! Thank you so much for doing what you do!

I hope you like it!

🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦

“Oh my god oh my god, I think this is it!” 

Even though Lisa’s eyes were trained on the stage in front of her, her arms were busy shaking the daylights out of her husband, her hands on his shoulders while he chuckled adoringly at her enthusiasm. He wasn’t doing too good of a job at hiding his own, either; this concert may have been a gift for Lisa while they ‘traveled’ through Mexico as part of their “don’t get caught by the police” world tour, but he was excited too. 

They hadn’t been to a concert in a long time; after Lisa was reanimated and recovered, the two of them had gotten as far away from Brookside as they could potentially get, and once the dust settled, they decided to do a little traveling to see what the modern world could offer them. They had no end of potential date ideas, but they both particularly liked live music. 

Though their favorite of all time would always be the private one given in the living room of Lisa’s old home, they both enjoyed being among other music lovers and shouting lyrics like maniacs. Granted, he knew he wouldn’t be doing much shouting tonight in the sea of people they found themselves in-both because he knew he wouldn’t be heard and because shouting just wasn’t in the cards tonight, but it was all worth it for the sake of seeing Lisa so happy. 

Speaking of Lisa, her declaration that the show was starting seemed to be right on the money, since the lights were starting to dim, the anticipatory roar of the crowd was starting to get louder and cell phone flashlights were starting to flick on like illuminated eyes across the arena. The creature divided his attention between Lisa and the stage as the sound of a heart monitor was projected over the screams of the fans, and she grabbed his stitched-on hand in a vice grip when a gurney containing a covered body was rolled onstage. 

Lisa’s cheers joined that of the rest of the crowd when the body revealed itself to be the lead singer, clad in a hospital gown over his signature dark outfit and clutching a microphone. The first song was ironically called “The End”, and as the creature expected, Lisa sang every word at the top of her lungs, teased hair flying in every direction as she bounced along to the beat.

He knew buying her that second hand iPod Nano last year was a good idea. 

The first verse ended with Gerard Way ripping off his hospital gown as the biggest curtain they had ever seen opened to reveal the rest of the band, already whaling away on their respective instruments. They all wore black outfits and parade marshal’s jackets (which seemed fitting), and they weren’t the only ones who had dressed the part. 

Lisa had spent hours trying to pick the perfect combination of tights and tops for this concert (all black, of course), and had finally settled on black fishnet tights that she had torn and woven back together herself with more colorful embroidery thread (sticking heavily to purple and green to match her husband’s stitched limbs), a black tulle miniskirt and a black sports bra under a mesh top, complete with black and dark-gray striped arm warmers, to match the fashion of the time. He himself was wearing a leather jacket over a deep red shirt, and his best ripped jeans that Lisa distressed for him, in more ways than one. They blended in perfectly with the ocean of punks around them, and that was just fine by them. 

The band cycled through their set with infectious energy and an electric stage presence, and the creature was surprised that the stadium they were in didn’t collapse under the weight of the stomping and jumping the audience was doing. He was particularly fascinated by the mosh pit that had formed towards the font; it was mesmerizing to see all of those bodies moving in such a disjointed but synchronized way that anyone could immediately understand was dangerous if not done properly. He had to respect it, honestly. 

The biggest problem with it, on the other hand, was that it was blocking their view of the stage, and by the time the band’s most popular started (signaled by a single note that was almost drowned out by the crowd), the frenzied movements of the people closer to the stage got more intense, as did the noise level. 

Lisa was staining herself on her tiptoes to see over the screaming heads in front of them, and when her husband noticed this, he put a hand on her shoulder gently, shuffling in the limited space that they had so that his back was to her, and squatted down slightly. Lisa got the hint immediately and hopped onto his back, and he hoisted her up so she could see over the several hundred flip phones being used to record the show and get a better view of the stage. She was delighted by this plan, holding onto him with her thighs and one hand while waving her other hand in the air, mirroring Gerard on stage. And even though her voice was meshing with thousands of others, even that of the actual lead singer, the creature thought her voice was the clearest and most beautiful of them all. 

She must have been able to feel his adoring gaze somehow, because as the song ended in a shower of confetti and pyrotechnics, she bent down and kissed his right cheek first, then his left, whispering (or, given the noisy circumstance) said in a normal speaking voice, 

“Thank you. I love you so much.”

And though he was particularly tongue-tied that evening and unable to speak the words back, he hoped that the kiss he gave her amidst the crowd’s raucous applause spoke his feelings adequately. 

They stayed that way as the concert continued, the creature keeping Lisa safe in the arms collapsed around where she was perched on his back and Lisa sneaking little kisses or playing with his hair in between songs, and as the band played one of their slower pieces, the two undead souls swayed together, united in their love of music and each other. 

These are the eyes and the lies of the taken

These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours

They burn 'cause they are all afraid

When mine beats twice as hard

'Cause the world is ugly

But you're beautiful to me

#lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein fanfiction #lisa frankenstein 2024 #lisa swallows #the creature #my chemical romance

[passerine-parable]

Having just ran from the terrifying evangelists at my college campus, (not my proudest moment ahaha) I’m thinking about college evangelism in the silt verses world.

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Faiths toting their looming pet saints around the central square, chained on each side to cheerful young adults in matching colored t shirts who intermittently pull at them to keep them centered and on path, so that they do not break their chains and give chase. The saints moan softly, their many limbs and many towering faces teetering gently in the breeze like macabre parade floats

_______

Prophets offering tastes of their God’s power like free branded keychains at a booth near the duck pond. “Just hold my hand for a moment and watch your flesh bloom into something greater!”

They drop a crimson seed in your palm, and You scream in fear as bloody red roots grow down and bloody red leaves grow up.

Just as quickly as it grows it crumbles, and you are left with a cauterized scar in the shape of a thorn, itching and burning and glowing like an ember.

“See, see, that wasn’t so bad, grow with us Wednesdays at 3pm in the ecology building, room 104.”

They hand you a goodie bag and you move to the next booth.

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Posters printed with cheerful prayer marks in the library basement. Don’t look too close or your peripheral vision begins to twist and unfurl into dizzying fractals of light until all you can see is the poster itself.

“Community!” It reads. “Friends! Games! Free food! practice sacrifice on your peers to prepare for a successful future! See in colors unseen!”

In small text at the bottom it reads

*by reading the entirety of this poster you are contractually liable to be sacrificed at random by the SPEC (students of the prismatic eye community). Join our licensed faith today!

You tear your eyes away at last and blurrily check your schedule. Looks like Wednesdays at three are all clear.

#TSV #the silt verses #fanfic #rambling #street evangelists are terrifying #cw body horror #cw religion

[mercurydancer]

Burning Matches Pt. 1

Of New Sights and Colors

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Summary: Ch. 3 - "In an idle sort of way, none of them had expected for Noir’s blood to be black. None of them had expected that their sudden appearance would be just the distraction that the Lizard had needed. None of them had expected for that very black and very unexpected blood to be painting the wall behind him as Lizard’s claws dug into his flesh, and sent his body flying limply to hit the wall with a wet-sounding smack." - A story based on recovery, color, and the knowledge that you're not alone.

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In honor of the new Spider-Verse movie coming out, I am going to be posting the entirety of Burning Matches to tumblr. It's already posted on AO3 under the same title, username HopelesslyLost, so if you want it, you can find it. As it is, I've been avoiding it because it's HUGE, but I figure I might as well.

Buckle up.

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           It was horrifying. It was dizzying. His mind spiraled in a million different directions, his body pressing against hard concrete as he desperately attempted to draw breath into his lungs, fingers scrabbling at the building, seeking something, anything that he could use to ground himself. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, trying to focus on the roughness of the concrete that he could feel, ripping his gloves off in order to be that much closer, barely remembering to shove them in a pocket as he did so. He didn’t even notice the fact that his fingers had dug into the rough edges to the point where they were starting to bleed.

             His breath was still rattling in his lungs, his body still tense, but if he kept his eyelids closed, he could at least pretend that nothing had changed.

             What had happened?

             One moment, Peter had been swinging after some two-bit crooks, intent on putting them on ice after they had shot up one of the poorer localities…and in Hooverville, that was saying something. The next, he had somehow swung into something that squeezed him tighter than the Sandman, and hit harder, too. When he finally was spat out of whatever it was that caught him, he found himself here. This…this…

             Peter didn’t know what this was. He didn’t know what was surrounding him, had no idea what was happening, why he was here, where here even was! What was happening? Slowly, slowly, Peter peered out through his goggles, his eyes squinted as narrow as he could make them and still be able to see.

             It was like an icepick was driving into his skull.

             Peter closed his eyes again, heaving a breath in, and letting it whistle out.

             He was having a panic-attack, pressed to the side of an unknown building, and all because he didn’t know what he was seeing. What an absolute clusterfuck. This was stupid, this wasn’t him. He had adjusted to being bitten by a spider and seeing a Spider-God before him, he had adjusted to being able to shoot webs out of his own wrists, and climb on walls - he could do this.

             He could do this.

             He opened his eyes and kept them open against the searing brilliance that pierced him and forced himself to actually look at what surrounded him. It made his eyes water and his pupils kept sliding over everything, unable to focus on what he was seeing. Eventually finding it too much, he instead turned his attention up, away from the flashing of…whatever it was. Was he having a stroke? A seizure? What the fuck was going on?

             Focus on the sky, Pete, focus on the sky, he thought to himself, heaving in another deep breath. The sky was…the sky was odd, too. It was as open and as big as his own, but the…he didn’t even know what to call it. He didn’t know what it was that was spread out over him, that was tinting everything… Peter focused on the big fluffy clouds that drifted across the sun, taking in their appearance, the way they were so normal, and finally closed his eyes again.

             Maybe this was it, maybe he was dying.

             A sudden pain lanced through his head, a sharp and sudden feeling that was like his spider-sense was on overdrive, giving him the feeling like there were a million spiders crawling up his spine. His eyes flew open and there was something else over him.

             Peter’s first thought was to reach for his gun, to shoot the thing that was between him and the semi-familiar sight of the sky, but the thought faded as quickly as it came. As soon as he made…eye-contact? with the thing that was above him, the feeling of spiders changed to something else. Something familiar. It almost hurt, but it didn’t, a feeling of such strong connection it was almost like he was looking at himself in the mirror.

             “You…” he started softly, distantly recognizing another softer, distorted, and certainly more feminine voice say the words at the same time, “you’re like me…”

             A…hatch for lack of a better word, opened up in the strange metallic thing that rested over him, blocking the sun, and a…little girl stared down at him, her eyes wide and…he hadn’t ever seen eyes like that before. A little too big, a little too bright, but at the same time he still felt like he knew them. He felt like he knew the one that was looking at him, like he was connected to her. It was an odd thought and he wasn’t sure how much he liked it, but it stuck. Because she was like him.

        ��    “Are you okay?” the girl asked him, those eyes changing, becoming even bigger, if it were possible, worry in their depths.

             “I…” he started, and then shook himself. Peter saw the way that she kept glancing around her as though waiting for someone to spot them, he saw the way that she pressed into the torso of her…machine, even as she asked how he was. This odd little girl was scared, and he didn’t want to cause her anymore fear. He took all of his fear, all of his pain, and all of his confusion and balled it up internally before shoving it deep under his ribs, to be ignored until he got a spare minute (the fact that he never got a spare minute was ignored).

             “I’m sorry, kiddo, I’m fit as a fiddle, just…a little disoriented.” He focused on her face, focused on those eyes, fighting to ignore everything else. “Are you alright? Are you…from here?” He pushed himself away from the building, watching as the…robot? backed up a few paces as stood up before it, allowing them to stare at each other roughly eye-to-eye. She was covered in…whatever everything else was covered in, her clothing an odd light tone, and her face shaded much differently than he thought it should be. She looked as though she could have belonged…perhaps…if everything else wasn’t so…bright.

             Sure enough, she shook her head.

             “I was pulled here, I…don’t know what happened, exactly, but I think we’re both in an alternate dimension,” as she spoke her voice sharpened, and her expression cleared, all of her focus on him. The fear had left her in her rush to explain, and Peter knew immediately that this was her element. “You obviously don’t belong here, you’re completely in black and white which goes against everything around us, and everything that I have seen. I also don’t belong here, see, this is the year 2018, and I’m from the year 3145.”

             “Woah, back-up, it’s 2018 here?” Peter asked, finding something else to trip him up. This was shortly followed by the realization, “You’re from 3145? Who are you, kiddo, what’s your name?”

             “Yes,” she responded before straightening up and reciting, “My name is Peni Parker, and I work with the SP//dr mech, my father’s mech,” she patted the interior of the…mech she was in, said mech making a pleased-sounding chirp and putting its ‘hands’ on its ‘hips.’ “Before…before he died that is. I connect to it through a psychic link with a spider that lives within the robot and together we protect New York.” She grinned, and as she spoke Peter watched as a rather large spider crawled into view with a feeling of trepidation clawing its way up his spine, watching as it perched on her shoulder and gave a brief cheer. When it did nothing else he slowly allowed himself to relax, but couldn’t keep his gaze away from that spider. “We’re a great team!” She called out and held up a finger that...the Spider tapped back with one of its legs. What the fuck. After a moment of thought he resolved to leave it alone unless it got too close. Peter had been bit before. He wasn’t going to be bit again. “I love to hack into mainframes and I love New York!” She called out brightly and broke his train of thought, and the triumphant pose they had both fallen into after their...tap...held for another few seconds before breaking and she gave a slight frown. “What about you? I know you’re like me, I can feel it, but…”

             “Well…” Peter paused, trying to think of a way to condense everything he had gone through into something that would be kid-friendly and wouldn’t make the kid either pity him or…be traumatized. “My name is Peter Parker. Where I’m from the year is 1933, and I’m a Private Investigator… I got bitten by a magic spider that gave me spider powers and I’ve been using them ever since to put a dent in the crime that plagues New York. I like…” he hesitated on what he could say that he liked, looking into those wide and interested eyes and fishing through the possibilities. “I like egg creams, and I like to punch Nazis.” He paused at seeing the way that she seemed to dim, not at the idea of him punching Nazis, he could tell, but…almost at the lack of enthusiasm, and spat out something else, “I like to let matches burn down to my fingertips, sometimes, so I can…” he let his voice die out.

             Her expression had only turned sadder, somehow, the robot lowering itself from its proud pose into something more somber.

             Smooth.

             “So, you can what?” she asked. And even her mech looked upset, which was even smoother. How the hell did he fuck it up this much?

             “So, I can feel something,” he answered finally. “But that’s not important. If you’re not from here, and I’m not from here, why are we here? And where is here?”

             “From what I’ve managed to gather, which isn’t much, admittedly, the technology here is all so…old,” she griped, “it doesn’t connect well with my SP//dr. But I do know there is a Spider-Man! I was in the middle of seeing if I could track him when I felt…well, I felt like there was someone I had to see around.” She ducked her head slightly. “I had thought at first that it might be him, since…well, I thought he’d be the only one from here. But I’m okay with finding you!” She grinned, a bright and happy expression. “I’m just…glad to not be alone.”

             Peter nodded and kept his eyes focused on the little girl before him, watching as she shrunk slightly at the admission, her foot gently circling the metal floor of her pod. He idly wondered if she could stick to walls on her own, or if she was simply at the mercy of the robot’s abilities. The idea frightened him in an idle sort of way. Being that dependent on anything, even a mech that had a link with him, was not something he had any desire for.

             He also had no idea how to answer her admission. He saw the moment that she realized this, an odd…flush spreading across her cheeks, but he couldn’t think of anything to say to make it better. Peter internally cursed his lack of people-skills and wondered how many ways he could kick his own ass.

             “We…we need somewhere to stay!” she finally called out, regrouping remarkably well in the face of Peter’s own inability. “Maybe we can find the Spider-Man of this reality. I bet they’ll be able to help us! They might even know how we got here.”

             “Knowing the Spider luck, he’ll probably be right in the middle of it.”

             The gripe got a brief laugh from Peni, and Peter smirked to himself proudly.

             “Alright, so we have to find Spider-Man. Do you have any ideas?” Peni asked. “I can connect to another mainframe and try and hack in, but…I kind of stand out.” She paused. “You definitely stand out. I don’t think they’d notice me if I just walked up to somewhere, but you…” She didn’t say anything else, and she didn’t have to. Peter hesitated, standing up and looking out at the city before them, thinking.

             “You’re a Parker, right? Peni Parker?”

             “Yes,” Peni responded, beaming. “And you’re a Parker, too! A Peter Parker.” She frowned slightly. “Do you think that there’s a Parker here that’s running around as a Spider-Man?”

             “I don’t doubt that in the least. Two spider-people pulled out of alternate dimensions and brought to another universe with a Spider, both named Parker? Once I’d call coincidence, but this feels too focused.”

             “I think so, too!” She grinned. “Alright! I’ve got something to look for now, this will make things so much easier!” Peni hunkered back into the torso of her robot, which closed before her. “Come on!” she called out, and Peter watched as she leapt to another building, the leap something that made his entire body flinch backward as he followed her movement with his eyes and simultaneously took a better look at his surroundings. It hurt, and he found himself covering his eyes, ducking down.

             It took a second before Peni seemed to realize he wasn’t behind her. He felt it when she landed before him, the hatch opening again, and he forced himself to open his eyes. Her wide and worried eyes stared at him, and Peter forced himself to straighten.

             “I’m sorry,” he managed softly, “I…it hurts,” he finally admitted. “I don’t know what I’m seeing, and it really…it just hurts my head.”

             “All the colors are really freaking you out, huh?” she asked him, but before Peter could ask what she meant, her robot reached out. “Don’t worry! I’ll help you out, just hold still.” Peter found himself grabbed, before being positioned in such a way that he could cling to the back of her robot. He hunkered down against it, holding his hat with one hand, a terrible mixture of shame and disgust welling up within him.

             Pathetic.

             “I’ll just carry you! We’ll get there soon, just try and get your eyes to adjust, okay? I know you can do it!” She cheered, the face of the robot staring at him with a bright smile blinking across its ‘face’, which was odd. Peter resigned himself to being carried and felt as she adjusted herself to his weight, and then leapt.

             For a moment they were in free-fall, and then her robot thwiped its wrist out, webbing shooting out and swinging them up and out. It was a familiar experience, even without the control he usually enjoyed. It also allowed him to get used to the sight of the world zipping by him, the…colors blurring together as they swung.

             He had to get used to this. He had to be useful.

             Peter forced his eyes to stay open and trusted in Peni to get them where they needed to go in order to gain information. They would figure out what was going on, and then they would figure out how to get home, Peter was certain. This was just another strange pothole in the road he called life. He’d been hitting them so often they were almost expected by this point.

             What else could happen?

#burning matches #into the spiderverse #spiderverse #spider-noir #peni parker #peter benjamin parker #spider-man #spiderverse fanfic #i don't care who you are #suddenly having bright colors like that would be insane #like CLEARLY he can see color given the way he reacts to the cube #there's some interesting implications in terms of like #did spider-noir's universe have color before and it doesn't now #what's the deal with that #how can his eyes see color if he's in black and white? #it's neat! #either way #here we go

[indigosabyss]

Canon Event Maintenance: A Gwenpool in BTSV fic

Gwen Stacy stared at the small group they had managed to amass. Compared to the hundreds of Spider-People Miguel had on his side, they weren't much, but they had potential.

"Okay, first thing we need is resources and allies." She announced, "We don't want to bring in anyone who doesn't know about the multiverse, or get them involved if you don't think they should, but if there's anyone you know who might lend us a hand, please get us in contact with them."

There was silence as all the Spiders thought this over. Because of course none of them had a solid support network. They were Spiders. Maybe Miguel was right about all that canon event stuff, even if the murder was unjustified.

It was Peter B who raised his hand, looking incredibly reluctant.

"I think I know a gal." He admitted, face twisted into a grimace, "And she would be really eager to join in on this."

"...Okay, so why's your face doing that thing?" Pavitr asked.

"Yeah! What's the catch, buster?" Spider-Ham cocked his head.

"There's nothing wrong with her! She's a wonderful kid. Just... well, you'll understand when you meet her."

In dimension 616-B, the Spider-Band stood at the top of a skyscraper, looking at the cars milling down below. Not a single building was close enough to parkour jump from, so how this mystery person was supposed to get there... Peni didn't know.

And another thing. Peter was being very evasive about the details. They didn't even know her name! But he promised that she was trustworthy, and the entire band had to take him at his word.

"Where even is she, mate?" Hobie asked, looking around impatiently, "We're nearing the agreed time, and there's no sign of her."

"Give it a sec." Peter shook his head, rocking Mayday a little in her sleep. Then, he took a slow, deliberate step to the right, just as a white hole ripped into the air above him and a figure dropped down. She was a white girl, wearing a pink civilian hoodie with a baseball hat under the hood. Her eyes were obscured by purple sunglasses that didn't seem to match her style, and had one hand shoved into the pocket of her shorts. The other one was lazily holding a unsheathed katana, with a pink handle.

Before anyone could comment, she was already talking, "Hey, Peter, what's the sitch that got you to finally call me up for a teamup? I---" She froze, finally noticing the other extradimensional spider-people all standing there. Peni had the dreadful realization that Peter had not told her anything about the spider-verse when calling her.

And then an excited grin stretched over her face.

"Oh. My. Marvel. Gods." She pulled off the sunglasses to reveal blue eyes, throwing them to the side, where they got swallowed up by another white rip in reality as if it was a normal occurrence, "This is a Spider-Verse event."

What? How'd she known that? Everyone exchanged discomfited glances, except Peter, who nodded gratefully, "Oh, good, so you're already filled in and everything. I was hoping you would be."

"Uh? Duh." The strange girl rolled her eyes, hopping excitedly in place, "Wow. Wow. I'm important enough to be in a Spider-Verse event. Except... damn, this is just a fic, so does it really count?"

Pavitr was making chopping motions, trying to get them to quit the meeting. Peni had similar doubts. Who was this girl? And how much could she really help?

"I'm getting ahead of myself!" She laughed, "Let's start from the beginning. One last time." Another giggle as she took a quick step back and... vanished? For barely a millisecond, and it was only SP//DR's keen sight which told her that, because then she was back, dressed in a pink and white battle-grade leotard, with leather pouches and guns strapped all over her. There was a mask, but it was clutched in her hand, allowing them to see shoulder-length blond hair tipped with pink that, combined with her skin tone and blue eyes and overall color pallette made her look a lot like... Gwen.

Everyone's eyes drifted to the woman in question, and Peni knew they were all thinking the same thing. Peter's contact took a sweeping bow, "Hello, then! My name's Gwen Poole! I can manipulate reality as well as the Scarlet Witch can!"

Huh. Well, okay then.

----

Author's Notes:

Might do a part two if you guys enjoy. Seen a lot of people thinking about a Gwenpool in the Spider-Verse movies cameo, but not enough fics to solve that problem. By which I mean any. I haven't seen any fics. Pls tag me if theres a tumblr fic like this. Characterization is a little off bc Gwen P. is too excited to think straight. Her media awareness and the mechanics of it will be built up further, but lets just say she knows she's in a fic, but not in which fandom its for, so reacting to it like a comic teamup.

Also. Those were indeed Kate's sunglasses she was wearing.

#gwen poole #gwenpool #fanfic #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

can we please have the next episode of the amnesia verse?

Dick let himself into your shop and paused at the door to stroke Sammy who was contentedly gnawing on his bone. Happy to look pretty for the customers and keep you company.

"Hey," you call from a ladder, adjusting a display. A tree made from salvaged copper. Handmade necklaces and a few pieces of in expensive vintage jewelry hanging from the lower branches, "Feel free to look around. Let me know if you have any questions!"

"Thanks," he said, roaming towards a display of little collectibles. Kitschy little knick knacks that little old ladies loved to collect. Glass dishes in every color. A few tea sets- one he'd LOVE to send to Alfred if only because it was tacky- peak 70's. Lime Green and mustard yellow with gold leaf making rose details. The man would be beside himself.

He ponders it for a second, wondering how he'd ship it back east when the bells above the door jingle and Dick looks up slowly to see a man. Maybe in his 60's. A farmer, probably. With close-cropped grey hair, a red face and a belly hanging over his belt buckle. "Honey Girl," he panted, "Ya gotta help me-"

"What'dya forget this time Merle?" you ask, looking around the display with a grin.

"Forgot Loretta's GD birthday. 42 years and I swear she changes the date-"

Dick watches, smiling a little when you climb down off your ladder and stretch lazily, "Well," you hum, "Does she know you forgot yet or-"

"Not yet. I stalled his this morning and I got a cake coming from Roxie but I gotta have a PRESENT."

"She still use her vanity?" you ask, unlocking the glass case in front of you.

"Every day," Merle said grinning, pleased with himself, "You really saved my bacon with that one Honey-"

You smile and pull a tray out of the case. On the tray, there was a silver hand mirror- a little tarnished and in want of a polish but Ornate. The slight fog on the actual mirror giving it a magical quality. And two matching silver hair combs. A matched set. Something somene had had made for their daugher when she turned 16. "This might just do it, huh?"

Merle rocked back on his heels and carefully picked up one of the delicate combs, "I dunno kid-"

"Come one Merle, 42 years and I bet she still likes feeling like a princess. Loretta does love a good updo. Some fancy combs for her french twist-" You break off, grinning as his face softened. The man loved his wife. Even if he was bad with dates. And you could see him picturing her face light up.

"Wrap it up for me?" he asked, reaching for his wallet, "Maybe find some nice earrings? Hell you know what she likes-"

"Come back around 11," you tell him, winking. "I'll have it all wrapped and looking pretty. She'll never know."

"Keep my tab under $300, huh? I still gotta pay the mortgage."

"Anything to keep my favorite customer out of the dog house."

"God bless ya, Honey," he said, setting the comb down, "Don't know how I'd stay married without you."

He turns to stroll out of the shop to get his other errands done, skulking around while Loretta was busy getting her hair done, and Dick watched him go.

"Honey?" he asked, watching you set about making a gift basket. Making good on your promise to make it all look nice.

You shrug, face heating when you notice how he's looking at you. "My Grandpa used to keep bees," you answer. "When he had extra he used to sell it but with the horses, sometimes e couldn't drop it off himself- so he used to saddle up a horse for me and send me to town. People startled calling me "The Honey Girl"... After a while it just got shortened to Honey."

"So does everyone call you that or-"

"Any more? People who knew my grandparents are the main culprits- but sometimes it's people who knew me at school."

You feel the heat flood your body and you have to try not to look at his lips, mentally smacking the back of your hand. Sure. It had been a while but-

"What's the matter, Honey?" he asked smirking, "You look a little warm."

"Dick," you protest.

"C'mon," he teased, "Let me see if you taste as sweet as you look?"

But before you can answer the door bursts open and a woman comes in, screaming kids in tow. And Dick had to turn quickly to cover his irritation. Last night, playing pool there'd been tension. A really delicious tension. And this just proved it. You wanted him s bad as he wanted you. He just had to get you alone.

#Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson x reader #amnesia!verse #ask answered #minors dni

[stillresolved]

“I want to know what makes you happy.”

[ for annie ! ]

@xinxiins / "i want to know..." prompts

WHAT A STRANGE QUESTION TO ASK. Most of the time when people see her, they don’t ask her about her life. If they even ask them in the first place. She can always see it in their eyes, the prying questions: what happened, how did you get like this, will you ever be the same again, oh that poor girl-

The questions are never about her, so much as they are about what was done to her. The same difference between a subject and an object. Maybe that’s why he asks her this question instead. She doesn’t know what he’s been through and it is vice versa too, but like is attracted to like. The wounded have a way of finding one another, the same way rivers will always make their way to the sea in the end.

“...Water?” She offers, hesitantly. Is that too simple of an answer to say? Although perhaps it is not right to say it makes her happy so much as it calms her, silences the thoughts when she can’t do so herself. “The beach. I grew up with the sea and the sand at my feet. And Samchu– the neighborhood cat. She likes it when her chin is scratched.” She closes her eyes, remembering Samchu’s purring against her fingers. The calico cat would then rub her head against the back of Annie’s hand. A small smile. 

“Chocolate. I like the dark ones and mint. I don’t like it when they’re in bars; the individual pieces have prettier wrapping.” Would anyone care if they knew? Annie doesn’t know, but if they would, would they go out of their to–

Oh wait, there is one person. 

What makes Annie happy, Lí Chényǔ asks her, when sanity and coherence already feels out of of arm’s reach. Happiness? It wasn’t even, and still doesn’t feel like a priority for her. And yet, and yet-! In the midst of this chaos, she did find something. Or rather someone found her. She thinks of long hair and a stoic demeanor. Of a voice strong and controlled, but still chooses to call Annie’s name gently. Yes, that’s her north star, isn’t it? Annie’s light in this dark chasm.

“Ara.”

My best friend. 

“She makes me happy.”

#xinxiins #( answered. ) #buoy in the water ( annie. ) #( verse: to match the color of god. ) #answered ( annie. ) #the darkness that gently leads by the hand ( annie & ara. ) #thanks for sending this in annabel <3 #i swear i will get back to you ooc sooner than later :'D #but also....yeah arannie is platonic.... #but i kinda feel like their relationship has the same...intensity sorta?? #equal to a romantic ship basically #basically this is all to say arannie is one of annie's most important dynamics in my interpretation <3 #ara is crazy and honestly i tell annie like 'girl are you sure you want her she's nuts :| ' #and annie vc: yes she's perfect :) #( except she isn't JFKLSDJFKL ) #ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR THIS CAN'T WAIT TO WRITE WITH YOU MORE :DDD

[chibitantei]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: Shirogane Naoto ( 白鐘 直斗 ).

NICKNAME: Detective Prince, Nao-chan (Teddie) immensely dislikes it but doesn't say anything, Kazuki (Naoto multiverse only).

TITLE(S): 2000 IQ Killjoy Detective (Arena).

AGE: For her canon verse, it depends where in the Persona timeline I put her, so she could be 13-22, but I mostly write her during or post P4, so 16-18, somewhere between grumpy teenager and not-quite-adult. I usually specify her age in other verses, such as the P5 AU where she's 18.

SPECIES: Human. She's a werewolf and a kitsune in some AUs, though.

SEX: Female.

NATIONALITY: Japanese.

INTERESTS: Solving crime, being a detective, building and modifying her weird gadgets, reading books that are related to mysteries and crime, origami, playing the piano, billiards, magic tricks, doing puzzles, putting together model kits.

PROFESSION: (Moderately famous high school) Private detective. One of the best ways to annoy her is to call her a cop.

BODY TYPE: She is short and skinny and underweight. You could lift her and throw her into the trash can with ease. Despite looking like a twig, she's a little more fit than you'd expect, but it's not much.

EYES: Depending on which official art you look at, it's blue, blue-gray or gray.

HAIR: Natural crayon blue. It's a little spike-y and messy in the back, and there are little tufts that stick out on the sides. It's also layered in the back. It's... not a look.

SKIN: Fair, maybe a little pale. She doesn't get enough sun.

POSTURE: Stands up straight, tends to place a hand on her hip or cross her arms. Brings a hand up to chin when she's in deep thought, sometimes paces around, taps her finger or spins a pen around. When impatient, she might tap her foot. Any time someone manages to fluster her, she tugs at her hat, pulling it down low to hide her embarrassment.

One may argue she's too stiff all the time, but Naoto pays too much attention to her posturing. She doesn't want her appearance to reflect badly on her family.

HEIGHT: 5'0" during P4, 5'3" afterwards so she's less of a tiny thing.

VOICE: Romi Park (Japanese) and way too many English voice actresses. Anyway, Anna Graves (P4 and first Arena game), Mary Elizabeth McGlynn (Anime), Valerie Arem (everything else).

Romi's Naoto, even with her deepest voice, isn't exactly the most masculine sounding, but she gets away with it due to her voicing a lot of male characters like Edward Elric and the white haired guy from Bleach.

Graves is the most iconic ENG voice, but she doesn't do a good job of selling Naoto's disguise. The laugh is good, though. McGlynn is the best one when it comes to selling the disguise but she also voices Kashiwagi, so do you really... want her to match with Kashiwagi. Do you. Arem... I did not pay attention much to but she's doing fine. I think.

Overall, I like Romi's Naoto the most and I keep her portrayal in mind, but I really do not care which voice you read my writing with.

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: More like signature accessory... her blue newsboy cap. In fact, it's rare to see her without it (hence why I need to get alt FCs to pretend they are Naoto without her hat). She is also defined by her inability to not have the color blue anywhere on her person, such as her stupid coat with the popped collar. Or her blue collared shirt and yellow necktie. Generally, if a detective would wear it, she'd wear it. No skirts or dresses, unless it's a disguise for a case.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Depends on verse.

COMPANIONS: The Investigation Team are her closest friends, although she is absolutely terrible at expressing it. Would get along with SEES and the Phantom Thieves, although she doesn't fully agree with the latter's methods.

ANTAGONISTS: Most Persona antagonists, especially those pesky gods trying to end the world.

STRENGTHS: Determined, courageous, observant, intelligent (most of the time), trustworthy, independent, caring.

WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, sarcastic, perfectionist, reckless, blunt, too independent, cynical, secretive, often neglects her health.

FRUITS: Apples because they are very convenient to eat, but she's not really picky.

DRINKS: Coffee (not decaf and black coffee is preferred), water, sometimes drinks tea, juice or soda. When she's older, she drinks alcoholic beverages, but it's definitely not frequent.

DRUGS: ABSOLUTELY NOT.

DRIVER’S LICENSE: Has a scooter license, plans to get a motorcycle one when she's old enough so she can ride her silly little bikes.

Tagged by: It's legally okay to steal from myself. Tagging: steal

#Headcanon: Confidential Information #long post #you can tell I put way too much thought into her #nobody else has me in a vice grip #at least not yet

[virtuacore]

Knock (노크) 못참겠네 (Moschamgess-ne; I Can't Stand It) (1997) periodical old kpop power hour of power (POKPHOP) 1집

what better way to start off this series than with my favorite song from this era ever. the obscurant one-and-done group Knock's "못참겠네" (Moschamgess-ne; I Can't Stand It) is a profoundly strange, groovy banger that's like... you ever hear something and then never stop thinking about it for like, two-plus years? yeah, this is that. it's riding a crazy, pointillistic disco-house flow somewhere between Deavid Soul and Akufen, Cassius trading their vinyl for ROMplers, maximalist microhouse: as skeletal as it is stuffed with little details, spangles and accents, filter sweeps and microsamples. it's things like the molecular reduction of "That's the Way (I Like It)" in the intro, the track snapping into a nocturnal, jazzy hustle, the thumping kick and its accompanying squirrely bassline bending itself into a möbius strip, multiple hard-panned samples jumping out of the mix at the same time, or the digi-horns, space drums, pulses, beeps, whirls, pagers and phones all going off in parallel, and god knows what else (there's a lot more!). and the trio dovetail with and riff on all this racket perfectly, ooh-la-la harmonies colliding with angular co-ed rap geometry, sweetened sing-song into a perfect hook as sassy as it is yearning. and the breakdown after the first chorus is pure madness, a couple bars at a jagged clip and then "it's about that time I put you back on track!" in the center channel and "it's disco time, baby!" out of the left before devolving into gang chants and scream-raps. then it gets itself together and locks back on to that hellacious groove. totally devious.

it's a small thing, too, but I greatly appreciate this song knowing how good its hook is and beating the hell out of it as such. so many hits (and not-hits) of the time just sorta end, you know? here they drop the drums a second, bring them back and then hammer the hook into your brain over and over, layering the intro rap and a bunch more of those laser pulses on top. anyway... this song fuckin' rules so hard. what also fuckin' rules? this song's video!

the MV is so, so, sooooo good. a low-budget urban daydream of 90s street scenes (shout out to Freetel!), passing trains, underpass dance rituals and rain-slicked parking lots, all lit by colorful strobes and fogged-out flood lights, absolutely killer fashion (and at least two killer wigs), crazy fresh dance moves, just a bunch of grooving and messing about with friends on the street corner with a tinge of X-Files and Jet Set Radio, all linked together by an unimpeachable sense of cool. the image of the group just vibing on top of those cars while shrouded in fog and light? simply iconic. the video's mysterious nocturnal energy and heady, kinetic rhythm is the perfect match for the music, and the combination is a revelation.

the rest of Knock's sole album also rules, even if none of the other songs quite rise to the level of revelation that the title track does. every song is a keeper, whether the off-axis G-funk of "YAMMA" and "Bad Girl", the cartoonish lilt of "오리", or the infectious duo of "Miss Miss" and "너 친구맞니?!", which both utilize the structure of a four-on-the-floor hook juxtaposed with a funky syncopated rhythm for the verses. "연습게임" is mystical and subterranean, and even the requisite album-closing ballad "I feel in your eyes" is a jammer: slow-and-low, spare yet lush, unpretentious and memorable. the whole record's united by the same off-kilter soundworld that animates the title track—the same ROMpler full of samples bouncing every which way, instruments all over the place, bits and pieces of voice and sound accenting everything, almost like a fourth vocalist. it's full of hooks, microhooks and grooves, all anchored to a mad sense of rhythm and space. all these joints have been stuck in my head for ages, basically! it's always it's the weirdest, galaxy-brain tunes that go nowhere and are doomed to obscurity, ain't it.

download in FLAC or V0 (ripped from my CD... scanned, too!)

bonus fun fact #1: the female rapper with the buzz-cut is named Z-E (지이)—after Knock fizzled out, she linked up with a rapper by the name of Turtleman to form the trio Turtles (거북이), who scored hit after hit until Turtleman's tragic passing in 2008. Turtles were a universally beloved trio, and deservedly so—they also absolutely rule.

bonus fun fact #2 and #3: "못참겠네" (plus "YAMMA" and "Bad Girl") was arranged by one Jegal Min (제갈민), one of the unsung heroes (see also: Shin Young-sub (신영섭)) of the original 1992-1994 "rap dance" craze that was dominated by Seo Taiji, Hyun Jin-young, DEUX and others. like many a failed pop star, he then found far more success in production and management. one of his backup dancers, Kim Jung-nam, later found stardom as half of the legendary Turbo (터보).

bonus fun fact #4: future entries in this series will absolutely not go on this long. i just really love this song, yeah?

tumblr exclusive bonus fun fact #5: periodical old kpop power hour of power (POKPHOP) is a series i've started on my cohost page but to a certain extent this tumblr has been on a POKPHOP for seven whole years now

hat tip: Old Kpop추억의뮤비 and 58RNA3QD

#old kpop #90s kpop #kpop #노크 #거북이 #periodical old kpop power hour of power #POKPHOP

[despairforme]

why do you like nnoitra so much he’s fucking ugly

[ I SPOT A CHANCE TO TALK ABOUT MY LOVE FOR NNOITRA IMMA TAKE IT !! First of all, my liking for a character is usually not based on how "good looking" said character ( I mean, some of my favorite One Piece characters are Perospero and Spandam ) is. In my portrayal of Nnoitra, he shares your opinion that he is fucking ugly fjfjfjjf, but he just doesn't mind. BUT IN MY UNBIASED OPINION --- ! Nnoitra is SUPER PRETTY !!!! Like OH MY GOD have you seen this man ?? ( Also, when I talk about Nnoitra's appearance, I do so from a completely platonic pov, I find it quite uncomfortable when people express physical attraction towards my muses ). ANYWAYS, yes, Nnoitra is incredibly pretty. I guess I just have a liking for "unconventional" beauty.

Nnoitra's build. Even though he hates it himself, I find it SO pretty. His build has influenced my drawing style, where I draw a dorito shaped torso fjfjfj. I mean his super broad shoulders and wide chest, and then that tiny tiny tiny waist... And his loooong skinny arms and looong legs?? He's got these odd exaggerated proportions that give him such a striking, recognisable silhouette. I also love being able to see his ribs and spine because I love drawing those things! I love that Nnoitra doesn't have the copy-paste "anime build". Makes him more unique. I just love how long he is? And also that he's so incredibly strong even though he looks so skinny. It's the "don't judge a book by its cover" vibe. And, of course, can't mention his build without mentioning his height. Nnoitra is amazingly tall, but not so tall that it can't be adapted to real life, which I'm SO happy about. It means I can write him in his main (human) verse without changing his height (like I have to do for my One Piece muses who are over 3 meters tall ). I just love how he's so tall and skinny. It gives him such a threatening vibe? I think he'd be less scary looking if he had a large build. There is something unnerving about an incredibly tall skinny dude?? I don't know how to explain it but I just love the vibe!

Nnoitra's face. Hello YES once again I'm so happy he doesn't have a copy+paste face. I feel like a lot of the Bleach characters have really similar faces, but with Nnoitra, he's unique. He's got his own design that doesn't resemble anyone else's. His face is quite long, but doesn't appear long, because it just fits perfectly with his body. His sharp jawline and pointy chin and his single squinty eye... Holy HECK he's so pretty?? Though my favorite part of his face is for sure his mouth. I love that he basically has no bottom lip, because his lips are so thin. It makes him really easy to draw. And, of course, the absolute best part! His HUGE piano teeth! This is where he absolutely goes way out of proportions and I LOVE IT SO MUCH !!!!! His teeth give him the most sinister, evil look. Like, he's supposed to be a monster and he's got the teeth to match. I love the manga panels of him where he's drawn with a HUGE mouth. Those panels are so effective and intense and portray emotion that normal "pretty looking panels" just don't. With such an amazing design that Nnoitra has, which is not SUPPOSED to look "pretty", he can be drawn much more dramatically, and that's amazing. Also just... Piano teeth are generally the best. Like they're so square. So perfect. Also gotta mention Nnoitra only having a single eye. When it comes to drawing him, this is a blessing. I love the angle of his eye, and the color. Storm grey, like that colour the sky has right before it starts raining like hell. Also... Have you seen his eyelashes? Stunning. I really like how his eyepatch compliments his face. If it was smaller it would look sort of odd imo, so the size is perfect. AND!! Another important thing about his design is that he doesn't have eyebrows in canon. I don't know why but I have a huge deal for characters without eyebrows fjfjfj I tend to not give my OCs eyebrows in their designs I don't know why. I feel like it just leaves the face so much more open and not as "cluttered" when you draw it IDK! Tho I do give Nnoitra eyebrows in his human!au.

HAIR!!!!! Can we talk about how Nnoitra has the prettiest hair you'll ever see? It's drawn SO shiny and smoooth in the manga. It always frames his face perfectly, and almost never looks messy, despite all the things Nnoitra goes through. Clearly it's really thick and heavy. And ink black which contrasts so perfectly to the really pale skintone they gave him in the anime ( which I use for my portrayal ). I think Nnoitra looks really good with his shorter hair as well, but yeah something about his long hair is just so majestic. And I also think it helps portray his depressive vibes. Like the panels where he's sitting... The way his hair falls just seems heavy.

HANDS!!!!! Who doesn't like pretty hands? IDK. And Nnoitra's got THE prettiest hands. Because they're unconventional. They're HUGE. Like really goddamn enormous? I think he's got the biggest hands in bleach fjfjfjf. His fingers are SO sharp and skinny. And bony. And also somehow he's got pretty nails. Hands are my favorite thing to draw and drawing Nnoitra's hands?? - chef's kiss - I just love the details.

And his outfit! People always say Nnoitra's outfit looks silly. That he looks like a spoon. And, yeah, he does look like a spoon. I affectionately refer to him as "my spoon" when I talk about him. He's got an outfit design you actually remember. It's unique, it's characteristic. You can see his silhouette and immediately identify him. I just imagine how terrifying it is for the other Arrancar when they suddenly see his shadow. They'll know exactly who is standing behind them. His tight fitting jacket really brings his build out in a way a fluffy jacket just wouldn't. And his neck looks so long and thin thanks to the way his collar is?? Also the fact that he wears bracelets that would make it harder to fight... It's such a good addition. Like why did Kubo bother giving a minor character like that SIX bracelets that he'd have to draw?? I love it. And Nnoitra's wide pants which are stuffed into his boots to reveal his incredibly thin ankles... Holy heck. 5/5. I think he'd look less threatening if his pants were tight-fitting ( and also would be impractical for fighting ), so this is such a nice move. AND ALSO HIS TINY FEET!! The fact that he wears high heels and that his boots have that curved tip... And his feet STILL look small for such a tall man... I love it. It's endearing somehow. And, guys, high heels were worn by men long before they became fashion for women, so this has nothing to do with Nnoitra being "feminine", because he just isn't.

SANTA TERESA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cannot talk about his design without mentioning ( my unbiast ) favorite Zanpakuto. Everyone in Bleach has sort of a small Zanpakuto, at least when it's not released. But Nnoitra? Nope. It's HUGE. It's freaking enormous. It's like a battle axe, but times two. The crescent shape, one pointed at his enemy, one pointed at himself, is so symbolic. And how skinny the handle is, which would mean it's super uncomfortable to wield... And how black the blade is. Like death. The chain always attached to him, like an anchor. That incredibly eerie sound it makes when he moves... GOOSEBUMPS !!

So yeah, I absolutely do not think Nnoitra is ugly. He's got that awkward, strange beauty about him. The reason why I started loving him in the first place, was because I randomly drew him one day. I was just sketching some Bleach characters, and I drew him, and something happened. It's quite hard to explain, but I got the urge to draw him again. And again. And again. Something about him inspired me. Something about how it felt to draw him. Honestly, when I started drawing him, I didn't even care that much about his character. I hadn't really "noticed" him when I watched Bleach. But as I started drawing him more, I went back and re-watched, and - I was completely sold on him. I started drawing A LOT more than I ever had before, and it gave me a different sort of joy. I felt happy drawing him. I think it's hard to explain if you've never had a muse before.

( muse - a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist. )

For me, that was, and is and always will be - Nnoitra. After drawing him for nearly a year, I started to write him on tumblr. My portrayal in the beginning was... Quite questionable ( I was very young, don't judge me ), but OH MY GOD !!!!! How much fun I had !!!! The very first month of writing him I wrote almost 50k words for him. I had never had this much fun with anything. Never felt so inspired. And it's been like that ever since 2014.

WHY do I love Nnoitra so much?

He is my inspiration. No matter how I'm feeling ( I have a chronic illness so I'm often in a lot of pain ), writing Nnoitra can make me feel better. Little things in my everyday life that remind me of him makes me happy. Like getting a milkshake because in his opinion you can't go on a roadtrip without it, or going for a walk because Nnoitra loves being outdoors. I always, ALWAYS want to write for him ( even though I often physically can't ). Having something to always return to, always want to do is a blessing.

I've met amazing people and had amazing experiences because of him. All the friends I've made online, some who I've been friends with for almost a decade, are friends I met because of Nnoitra. I used to be REALLY shy and insecure, but after I started writing Nnoitra, that just went away. I forever felt confident and comfortable. I've had no trouble reaching out and chatting with people. I've gotten to write incredible plots and had so much fun. All thanks to the confidence Nnoitra has given me.

Nnoitra's character overall to me is so interesting. He's so complex. Yes, he's an absolutely horrible person, and I find writing about that to be incredibly intriguing. There is pretty much no "limit" to Nnoitra's story, because he's NOT the good guy, he doesn't GET a "happily ever after". I've been writing his main-verse story for almost 10 years now, and there is still so much left to write. I love all the contradicting aspects of Nnoitra. How he's fiercely loyal, but that turns into possessiveness. How he wants to be cared for, but is selfish as hell. How he hurts others knowingly. How he knows he's a bad person. I love the small tiny glimpses of his humanity when it shines through. I love his bravery because no matter how heavy life feels to him, he always gets back up. He feels very REAL to me. He's got many sides to him. Most of them ugly, but all of them real. I always know how he's going to react in situations, because of how good a character he is. ( I don't mean good as in morally good, I mean good as in well thought out ). I love putting him in different situations ( aus ) to see how things go for him. The fact that he stays the same character regardless of scenario is amazing to me. You can change his whole life story, and somehow he's still there. Recognisable.

I guess it's not easy for people to understand why I love him so much. Definitely people in my real life don't understand why I dedicate so much time to an obscure ( they also think he's ugly ) character. But to me it's like ?? Nnoitra is my light? My inspiration? I love him. ]

#[ HELLO ANON 8))))) ] #[ i saw this first thing in the morning and ] #[ IT WAS THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY !! ] #[ never underestimate my ability to talk about him ] #[ HIM HIM HIM HIM HIM ALL DAY EVERY DAY ] #[ thank you for sending the ask 8)))) i enjoyed replying to it ] #longpost // #toby post. ╱ out of character.

[thelivingmemegod]

What are your thoughts on Rainbow High series 3?

Number 3, Budget and Normal dolls!

Emi Vanda!

Emi is…a doll. Her budget is really a nothing burger and her full price is. E h?

She feels very all over the place. She’s got like 7 different shades of purple or magenta going on and it’s throwing everything off.

The basic shapes of her first outfit; the baggy sweater, pleated skirt and high boots-are all good ones! But the ribbons around her boots and the colores are fighting with each other.

Her second one is the same formula; good base, good shapes. But here the color, patterns and the ribbons on her shoes are throwing it really hard. The gold heels, but black bottoms and magenta toe caps are so…why-

Note: my lovely Qpp and the asker of the question, @the-lavender-creator actually has a full price Emi with some god awful hair rooting.

Gabriella Icely!

Not a fave but a solid doll!

My only real gripe is that her first outfit shoes and the second outfit jacket….what is that teal. It’s not bad but ehhhhhh I don’t love it.

The rest though? Fabulous! I especially love her skirt chain in the first outfit I’d love that as a real belt. I love the studded heels from outfit two and the choker…she makes it work. Also like the hair clips throughout!

Budget doll is meh but she still looks good

Daphne Minton!

Loving herrrr- singular question is that lil tie on her skirt but that’s mini

Another doll with very swappable clothes between outfits! Love the reflective gold on the first outfit. I like her strappy heels and the gold accents and her shoes matching her stand: Slay-

Outfit two is another I’d LOVE in real life. Give me that settttt. Love her big ass hoops

Her budget is actually cute! It really just looks like the first outfit on a day with a smaller tie and like she took off her jacket. And didn’t curl her hair. She looks good!

Sheryl Meyer!

Literally Cher Horowitz from Clueless a little to the left and I LOVE that for her.

Love the two layer dress, love the three button, double breasted blazer, love her belt, love the high socks and yellow shoes, adore her earrings and BROWN EYES and fantastic hair- I don’t even hate the shirt underneath the jacket-

As for outfit too…I wish they just gave her a sweater vest and a shorter, opaque button down. Shoes are still a slay, skirt is beautiful. Love her headband

Budget Sheryl…sure looks budget- it’s giving 50s house wife and not in a good way. Hair still slays though.

Georgia Bloom!

Adorableeeee she can have my heart and soul I love her from her hair clips, curls and Brown eyes to the sneakers I want right now.

Second outfit is vast majority a second verse same as the first, but RH I will come to your house if you don’t stop making see through shoes.

Other then that I have no notes other then I, for some reason, Think Jewel Richie is her cousin.

Budget….why is her hair a completely different color-

AND ONCE AGAIN STOP MAKING SEE THROUGH SHOES.

Aside from that this almost feels like pajamas- just make the shorts a knit set rather then denim and boom. It would be better as a sleep set-

Daria Roselyn!

I AM GRINDING MY TEETH I WANT HER JACKET SO BAD. I again, don’t mind the shirt under her dress and the dress itself is just fine. I wish the soles of her shoes were opaque but that’s my only problem, they’re adorable otherwise and I’d love to have them.

Outfit two looks BOSSY. Thats a boss bitch right there. She is walking into the office and sending everyone spiraling, this is editor in chief at RUNWAY BABY

I do pray for her feet in those skinny ass heels though.

Budget…I wish the main doll had the budget shoe soles. Dress is still fine. WHERE DID HER LIPLINER GO.

The only reason main Daria’s lip color doesn’t look crazy is cuz it looks like she lined her lips with brown and filled in with pink, budget Daria did n o t-

#sky rambles #sky talks dolls

[kittybells-writes]

AO3 Masterpost

Your guide to everything I've written & posted on AO3!

I will define its rating with the color that matches for example. if my fic is rated E, it will be colored as such. due to not having access to yellow anymore for some reason, blue is now teen rated.

as of right now, all of my non-yellowjackets fics are posted so that you need an account to see them, due to the ai scrapers.

sorted by fandom, alphabetically, if it shares a fandom I will put the secondary fandom in brackets before the genre. things that aren't smut/pwp will be given a genre after the title that'll be in parentheses!

I will also put pairings in {these brackets} for relationships, both platonic and romantic/sexual, defined by the & and / tagging system on ao3.

Beetlejuice

one is the loneliest number [Wednesday] (fluff)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

make me move like a freak {Faith/Buffy}

alley way play {Vamp!Willow/Faith}

D.E.B.S. (2004)

a kinky kidnapping {Amy/Lucy}

Doki Doki Literature Club

I hear your heart beat beat to the beat of the drums {Natsuki/Sayori}

I'm so hot I'd fuck myself {Monika/Monika}

Five Nights at Freddy's

join us and die [Hatchetfieldverse] (hurt/no comfort)

Heathers

veronica gets a motorbike and rides up to seattle {Veronica/Chandler} (some plot)

Scream

fear and panic in the air, I want to be free

I might kill my ex {Billy/Reader}

Spider Verse

I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside {Miguel/Reader}

let me go home, I'm too far away from where you are, I wanna come home (fluff/angst) {Gwen & Miles}

sweet little unforgettable thing {Miguel/Reader}

Stranger Things

darling you're so pretty it hurts {Chrissy/Robin}

"do not enter" is written on the doorway (hurt/comfort)

eleven is bleeding (hurt/comfort?)

hellfur club (angst/hurt/comfort) {Steve/Eddie}

I can see clearly, now the rain is gone (hurt/comfort)

I tried to find a cure for the pain (hurt/comfort)

I've been hiding these feelings for so long (self discovery, fluff, hurt/comfort)

I will always write back {Steve/Eddie}

strip truth or truth {Chrissy/Robin}

tw: gay (bonding/fluff!)

you're the first to fight, I know something's wrong (hurt/comfort)

The Sex Life of College Girls

don't cry, don't cry [T] {Tatum/Leighton} (angst)

I'm breaking the habit tonight {Alicia/Leighton} (angst) Wednesday

I love my dog as much as I love you {Wednesday & Enid) (agere/fluff)

cry me a river {Wednesday & Enid) (hurt/comfort)

I'll hold your hand if you want me to {Xavier & Tyler} (hurt/comfort)

Yellowjackets (2021)

a light in the crack between your thighs {Lottie/Nat}

all along there was some invisible string {Jackie & Shauna} (fluff?)

all the other girls are thinner, so she makes you skip dinner {Jackie & Shauna} (hurt/comfort)

baby it's halloween, and we could be anything {Lottie/Nat} (fluff)

better run faster than the bullet {Van & Nat} (hurt/comfort)

big doe eyed, amazing {Jackie/Shauna} (petplay)

did you miss me? oh come and kiss me {Jackie/Shauna}

for you, there'll be no more crying; for you, the sun will be shining {Jackie & Shauna} (fluff)

help me find myself {Jackie & Nat} (fluff?)

hold me up, tie me down {Lottie/Nat} (fluff??/nx kink)

I apologize for skipping any tracks, it's just the last guy that played me left a couple cracks {Jackie & Shauna} (hurt/comfort)

I can't really explain it, I'm so into you {Jackie/Shauna}

I can't remember to forget you {Jackie & Shauna} (hurt/no comfort)

I'd throw a thousand parties and never be sorry if you'd walk through my door {Lottie/Nat} (fluff)

if it feels good it can't be bad {Lottie/Nat/Everyone?} (adult tl)

I gave your boyfriend cunnilingus on my couch {Shauna/Nat} (t4t) I like how you look when you really beg {Lottie/Nat} (ws)

I'll dance with my hands above my head {Crystal/Misty Quigley}

I'm coming home {Jackie/Shauna} (fluff)

I'm feeling sexual, so we should be sexual {Nat/Misty}

in the land of gods and monsters, you were an angel {Lottie/Nat}

it's not my fault you're like in love with me [T] {Jackie/Shauna} (drama, slow burn)

I wanna get in trouble, I wanna start a fight {Shauna/Lottie} (angst)

I want you all to myself {Lottie/Nat}

I wish I knew you wanted me {Lottie/Shauna + Jackie/Shauna} (hurt/no comfort)

I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love, only to find out you are the one holding the gun {Jackie & Shauna} (hurt/comfort)

jet set bonnie and clyde {Van/Tai} (additional angst)

know it's for the better {Nat/Lottie} (angst)

like real people do {Jackie/Shauna} (angst)

long story short I survived {Lottie/Nat} (adult tl porn w feelings)

losing sleep every night, keep trying to cover my eyes {Lottie} (agere hurt/no comfort)

love became the high that's the drug and not the pill {Lottie & Nat} (whump)

love you to the moon and to saturn {Shauna & Callie} (hurt/comfort)

now the pain is for pleasure, 'cause nothing can measure {Shauna/Jackie/Lottie}

on her knees like religion {Lottie/Nat} (a/b/o)

one hour, two bottles and straight to the hotel {Lottie/Nat} (ws)

to me, you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny {Lottie/Shauna} (emotions?)

we were built to fall apart {Lottie/Laura Lee} (angst, adult tl)

when I think about you I touch myself {Tai/Van + Misty?)

why don't you lay down and sleep, shauna {Lottie & Shauna / Shauna & Jackie} (hurt/no comfort)

wish you were here right now, all of the things I'd do {Jackie/Nat} (phone sex)

you drew stars around my scars {Lottie/Nat or Lottie & Nat} (fluff/agere)

you wanna fuck me right now, you wanna see me on my knees {Jackie/Shauna}

#housekeeping #ao3 #writing #kitty writes #kitty talks

[longeyelashedtragedy]

visited upon the sons--excerpt 2 (the rest of that section.) the memories aren’t always going to match up to the present, but they do here. slight warnings for like...toxic masculinity, hostile dad, weird uncle harry vibes....for the Verse’s eyes only maybe

There’s a bottle on the countertop that no one had opened. Rosé. Rosaaaay was how you were supposed to say it. It looked sweet and sweet was good.

“Want a beer Frankie? Special treat. We’ll just train extra hard tomorrow.”

“Actually Dad, can you open that bottle instead?”

Dad making that face Frank hated. It was something worse than his angry face. “Fuck. Isn’t it always something with my junior here. A real man wouldn’t drink that. That’s for women on their girls’ night or something.”

His dad talked a lot about real men, always had, and Frank was starting to think some of it was pure bullshit. Jamie sure didn’t talk about that shit and Jamie played for Liverpool. Well. Maybe Frank was going to grow a pair someday, could be today.

“Why?” He brushed back his hair and tried to make his face look older, like Jamie’s face. Whatever that meant. It made sense to him. “Why do they have it at the shop if 50 per cent of people can’t drink it then?”

“Smart, aren’t you?  C’mon Frankie. Why do you want to know.  Just siddown.” Dad smacked the table with his big hand. “Sit your ass down and just have a fucking beer with me and Uncle Harry.”

“Easy, Lamps.  Easy. It’s just a fucking drink. Jesus Christ. Just a fucking drink.” Uncle Harry opened the bottle easily. He was always the hero.  But not in a way that made Frank feel saved. It didn’t make sense. Poured a glass a little too full. “I’m sure you’ll like the taste, Frankie lad. It matches those cheeks of yours.”

“Don’t tell my son that bullshit Harry. I’ll kick you out of this house I swear to God.”

“Sure.  Frankie’s mum would sooner kick YOU out. She likes me better. You know, I don’t have that history you have, ain’t that right Lamps?”

Dad sighed—Uncle Harry the hero again. “Go on, fucking drink it then.”  Frank had already forgotten about the drink he was holding—that he’d gone through so much to get.

Dad’s face softened but it was too late. He stroked Frank’s hair. “I was harsh on you, son, and I’m sorry. Drink with us. Enjoy.”

It was so sweet and sweet was good but it was still too late.

His fist clenches around the bottle as he pours and Mason catches that too. For fuck’s sake, he’s not supposed to.

It’s alright. He’s here with Mason and they’re both proper Chels, the two of them.  A second chance at the best part of his life and that second chance has Mason in it.  It’s alright.  A real man can pour a bottle of rosé.  He can teach Mason about this part of life.  There’s no fucking right way to do any of it.

“To us.”  The toast from the Derby County days. It’s the one that’s stuck.

“To us.” Mason smiles and sips and smiles again.

“I thought it could be fun to have something different. You like it?”

Mason nods, still drinking.

He takes Mason by the chin gently. “It’s like…Don’t laugh, alright? The color of your cheeks when you blush.”

“That’s kinda cute, gaffer,” Mason says.

“I know.”

#trying to get back in the habit of Grimy Men #into the lampardverse #fic saga #visited upon the sons

[unvergangliche]

unvergänglich.

WHY ? THEY BEGIN TO OVERFLOW . . .

 [ˈʊnfɛrˌgɛŋlɪç; ˌʊnfɛrˈgɛŋlɪç] adj . everlasting, unfadying, undying.

independent frieren from sousou no frieren / frieren: beyond journey's end. penned by lily 25+ / selective, small, and attempting to be spoiler free.

RULES .

mun is over 25 / minors and non rp-blogs do not interact.

any spoilers will be tagged 'frieren spoilers' . mun has finished the manga as it updates as of now , so she'll default her verse to early main storyline and once more active, divide it into the story arcs thus far ! 

manga psd made by me, please do not steal, coloring psd made by animangacaps  , while any other graphics on this blog were made by me as the manga ones were .  border header by petra-rals , divider by @cafekitsune !

standard procedure, no info-modding or god-modding, frieren is a legendary mage of immense power and knowledge presently over one thousand years old. she is incredibly dangerous, incredibly lazy, but at the end of the day she is unbelievably powerful. proceed with caution if you're set on fighting her, as i tend to avoid fight threads, the odds are unlikely anyway given her lazy nature but still. she is incredibly wise and silly at the same time , callous and surprisingly thoughtful ( sometimes) and as her ‘time’ moves so much slower than other people, my writing aims to reflect that.

this rule of my boundaries set also applies to drama , callouts , and vague-posting. alongside homophobia / transphobia / racism and any form of unkind , inhumane conduct or bigotry will not be tolerated here. kindness will, but immaturity and cruel behavior will not.

while not unkillable, all fight scenes or conflict i'd like to plot out with you via primarily dms / my inbox as for now my ims are broken ! frieren can lose in a fight, as mentioned by frieren herself that in her lifespan she's lost at least eleven times , that said, with her hunger for more spells and grimoires, she will only increase in knowledge . 

as i continue exploring frieren, which is a very low key blog, expect slow replies please, and be patient as i will be with you, this is a very easygoing paced space! :) ! that said i will never pressure you into replies, so please go at your own pace too ! in terms of writing length, i tend to match my partner but have no real expectation of length or quantity as long as my passion is matched and i have something to work with. i am perfectly fine winging it and plotting just as much.

at some point, i will be adding verses ex: wha, clamp, mahoyome, ex, series not part of her canon . as of now i am only writing within her own universe , so please be patient with me as i explore her unique character . 

as far as ‘ shipping ‘ goes, the likelihood is nonexistent due to how frieren processes time, her own near immortal lifespan, and frieren herself. i feel sousou no frieren also is more heavy on the emphasis of the bonds of platonic and familial carry many of her new and old relationships. if it happens romantically (?), it's gonna be v rare, v plotted, and another 50 years long, and the only 'ship' i really see would ship is frieren / himmel . tl;dr: it's not the focus.

i do not reflect nor represent frieren , we are two different people, one fictional with her own set of actions and mindsets i don't echo as a person mun and muse are separate packages , my only goal is to write my own insight and thoughts from my vantage point to the best of my ability to do frieren justice in my own way.

i can't really think of anything else right now, but thanks a ton for reading ! can't wait to interact with you .

HEY , CAN I REMEMBER JUST FOR TODAY ?

#𝐏𝐒𝐀. | now is all there is. #𝐎𝐎𝐂. | all the time in the world.