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legolasghosty · 7 months
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Writing prompt: Luke gets introduced to Rock and realizes he's not that much of a good Catholic boy like his mom wish he would be(insert religious guilt)
Music always felt like it was missing something.
Sure, Luke could appreciate the skill displayed in the classical records his dad would put on sometimes. The soaring melodies were pretty and all, but they never really grabbed his attention. They felt too old.
He didn't mind the jazz radio station his mom would put on in the car. The slides and swinging were fun, but they didn't pull at his body. They felt too smooth, the lyrics too poetic.
And best not to even start on the hymns he had to stand through at Mass every week. There was a time and place for the repetitive, dull chant singing. Probably. But Luke had yet to find that particular situation that made those songs feel anything other than boring.
Everywhere he heard music, it was missing something.
Until now.
Luke bursts through the front door of his house, freshly home from Reggie's 11th birthday party. Reggie's parents had let them all go wander around the mall together for a few hours, without supervision. They were so cool, Luke's parents would never let him do that. And while they'd been there, Luke had heard something.
Music. Full music, not these weird half-done styles he's always heard before.
"How was the party?" his mom asks, looking up from her knitting with a smile.
"I need a guitar," Luke exclaims, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the back of the couch.
His mom stares at him for a moment, then chuckles. "Oh really?" she questions. "What do you need a guitar for?"
Luke rolls his eyes at the silly question. "So I can rock!" he tells her happily. "You know, like Metalica and stuff!"
It all makes so much sense now. This is what Luke was born to do. This is why he could never picture himself as a firefighter or a doctor when grown-ups asked what he wanted to do when he grew up. This is why all the other music felt hollow in a way that drove Luke nuts.
Because he's supposed to rock. He's meant to cry out lyrics about exactly what's going on around him. His fingers were made to fly over the frets of an electric guitar. He was created to raise his first and pinky fingers with his fist in front of a roaring crowd, just like the rockstars he'd seen in the dimly lit music store.
"Luke, you can't play... rock music."
His mom's voice cut through his thoughts. The disgust in her voice when she said those words...
Her hand lands on his shoulder. "Luke, that music, it's not good. It's not the kind of thing I want you listening to. It's... well, it's not of the Lord, that much I know."
Luke isn't sure if he's frozen or if he's spinning out of control, like that one time Bobby hit a patch of ice on his bike. Music, rock music, it's the only thing that has ever felt right, felt complete. How could his mom try to take that away from him?
"Luke, honey, I love you," his mom continues. "That's why I don't let you around this sort of stuff, because it can hook you and take you to horrible places that you don't want to go. It's not God's plan for your life. And God's plans are always right."
Maybe I don't want to be right, Luke thinks. He doesn't say it though. Instead, he flees to his room, heart pounding in his chest. His mom might be calling after him, but he can't really hear it. He shoves the door closed harder than usual. And he doesn't flinch when it slams.
It feels good if he's being honest. To just... be mad. No hiding it or having grownups tell him to forgive everyone immediately, even if they don't deserve it. Even when they don't want it. No, this is too important for that.
Maybe, if his mom comes around, he can stop being angry at her. Maybe he'll even manage to tell her he forgives her. But he's not letting go of music.
The way he felt in that store earlier, the crash of the drums ringing in his ears and the bass throbbing behind his eyes, it felt perfect. Like he'd been that little pile of pins sitting on Alex's desk in science class, and suddenly someone had set a magnet down next to him. That magnet was rock and roll.
Luke's eyes fall on the Bible sitting on his bedside table. His mom's words echo through his head.
Sorry God, but I think your right isn't mine anymore, he prays in his head.
He crosses the room, picks up the book, and stuffs it in the back of his closet. He'd been created for a purpose, and he knows what that purpose is now. And if the weird, all-knowing power that made him this way has a problem with it, then screw that.
Luke was born to rock. And that feels more true than any hymn he's ever heard.
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keysandcrosses · 6 months
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drawtober day 21-31
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bluerosefox · 6 months
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Joker Messed Around and Found Freaking Out.
Okay hear me out..
Class trip to Gotham, class gets held up by Joker who actually can scare the class cause they are still teens and they know Joker has a high kill rate, like yes they're used to ghosts and junk but none of them wanna die yet or at least die outside of Amity, if they die they wanna have a chance of coming back as a ghost at the very least.
Anyways, Danny feels pure dread when Joker takes Jazz hostage, who was elected to be a chaperone for Danny's class since her volunteering would look good on college recommendations, and finds her little mutters about his mental health reminding him of Harley before she left him. He even jokes about needing a new partner and wonders how long it'll take to break her like he did to Harley.
Danny is frozen in his spot but something snaps when he hears Jazz cry out after Joker backhands her. Before anyone, even the Bats, realize it Danny is on top of the Joker beating his face in, he only gets up once, takes Joker's discarded crowbar and slams it over his head, barely grazing the dazed man but it does destroy the flooring behind him, while screaming to never ever touch his sister. That he will destroy Joker if he even thinks about coming after her. That even in the afterlife he'll never be safe from him.
All this happens so fast that by the time the Jocks from Danny's school, Red Hood and Nightwing get Danny off, Joker is beaten badly. He's still feral screaming at Joker though, calling him everything under the sun, spouting off about how the dead are ready to rip him apart when Joker (or you can have Danny call him by his actual name if you wanna strike some "the fuck? How'd he know that?") Finally passes away, that even death will not save him from Danny's wrath. Danny is squirming hard in their holds, nearly breaks free a few times when he hears Joker groaning, but only stops when Jazz, after getting looked over by Red Robin comes running over and just..
Hugs Danny.
And like a kitten getting scuffed by the neck he goes limp. Just breathes heavily, eyes burning from anger, fear, tears, and relief, before he returns the hug. He starts crying and mutters low that he can't lose her, that he almost lost her again and "is this even a fraction how Dan felt when he lost you?"
And Jazz just shushes him and does what she can to comfort him...
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prompt-heaven · 6 months
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some reactions to a love confession
"..."
"...what?"
"What? Are you serious? Right now of all places, you really think it's the time to just blurt something like that out? You fucking-, urghh...."
"Wait, what?"
"...oh."
"Cut the bullshit, what do you really want? Because you should damn well know by now that kind of talk doesn't work on me."
"Excuse me?" *fucking clutching my pearls*
"Oh, no..."
"No, please don't. Please don't do this."
"Please stop saying that."
"Just don't."
slap them.
"I hate you."
"I hate you." (affectionately)
"No you don't. I know you may think you do, but you don't, not really."
"Okay."
"...okay..."
"Oh, okay.... uh.... look, I care about you too, so much, but just not like that. I'm really sorry."
"Alright. Tell me again when you finally mean it."
"Tell me again when we make it out of here alive."
"Ah, sure you do."
"I thought I was always just a friend in your eyes..."
"Since when?"
"I had no idea... why did you never tell me before?"
"I'm sorry, I can't... I want to, but I can't..."
just kiss them instead of finding the words.
kiss them as soon as they confess and thereby shut up whatever else they wanted to say.
"Took you long enough."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"I love you more."
"Ditto."
"I know."
start tearing up.
start full on crying.
start crying happy tears.
start crying angry/confused/frustrated tears.
"Shut up."
"Shut up." (affectionately)
"Seriously?" (hello early seasons of grey's anatomy with all of the seriously's ♡)
"Say it again."
"Oh my god, it all makes so much sense now!"
start giggling uncontrollably.
start laughing uncontrollably.
goes nonverbal.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months
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ORV is about enduring the horrors in real time.
(for @everyonesfavoritebastard)
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Hello, I really love how you seem to have such a good read on RoR characters! Kinda shy asking this because I swore I read Record of Ragnarok for the action and backstories but it’s hard to contain my simping…. (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑)
May I request some headcanons for Poseidon x a shy but kind human fem!MC? The idea I had in mind was that some thousands of years ago, Aphrodite, annoyed with Poseidon’s indifference to her charms, “cursed” him with a soulmate. This soulmate turned out to be MC who wasn’t even born yet back then. The plot will take place sometime before the actual human vs. gods battles start, so maybe during some preparation period where they’re setting up the stadium and all that? During this period, the human audience had already been “teleported” there (I don’t think they ever elaborated on how the humans all just end up watching the ragnarok) MC is one of these humans and coincidentally happened upon Poseidon during her stay. Of course, the soulmate stuff won’t magically make Poseidon have a complete change on humankind, but I was hoping he’d gradually soften up to her even if he won’t admit it.
As for what kind of soulmate AU, maybe the type where the first words your soulmate says to you is inscribed somewhere on your body? I think it’ll be fun to have her say something to him, he realizes but doesn’t say anything back so she just doesn’t know until much later.
Hopefully this isn’t too detailed or convoluted (๑•́‧̫•̀๑) And thank you so much in advance if you decide to write this! And if it’s not too much to ask, please don’t kill off Poseidon, but I also don’t want Sasaki to die either… maybe Poseidon will choose to forfeit (after fighting at first) because his soulmate is amongst the humans that will be eliminated if gods win? •ू(ᵒ̴̶̷᷄ωᵒ̴̶̷᷅*•ू) )੭ु⁾⁾
THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTE OMG!? I'M MORE THAN HAPPY TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU BUT ALSO, UR SO VALID FOR WANTING NIETHER OF THEM TO DIE, IDK WHY BUT THIS ANIME MAKES ME ATTATCHED TO BOTH THE GODS AND THE HUMANS-
Either way, I hope I did well, this was my first time writing for Poseidon!
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- Consider how vain these two can be sometimes, it's only natural that they would butt heads often but when Poseidon dared to claim that Aphrodite truth wasn't as fair as she claimed herself- no, that she KNEW herself to be- she just couldn't allow this injustice to stand.
- He cherished absolutely nothing, he appreciated absolutely nothing. So she took it upon herself to change that. After all, it was HER who was the Goddess of Love. So she decided to pull a little trick
- Now, lets flashforward (to modern? ancient? Idk, man, heaven time??) and Poseidon has been summoned to his match. A match he felt was pointless but, whatever, who was he to deny his brother?
- Gracing the God's hall and going to his room to prepare and shield himself from sharing the same air as humans; imagine his surprise when he sees you.
- You're pathetic. Skittish, looking around like a confused mutt, and looking as disgusting as the rest of your kind. He knows your human alone and he's offended that you had the AUDACTIY to walk INTO THE AREA WHERE THE GOD'S RESIDE, AND EVEN STAND IN FRONT OF HIS DOOR.
- In reality, you weren't trying to piss anyone off. You had gotten separated from the rest of the humans and accidentally found yourself in a part of the arena you weren't familiar with.
- You were so relieved when you looked and saw another person in the hallway with you! Maybe you could ask them for directions. Poseidon did not know why you were approaching him so casually but he did NOT like it, like, AT ALL.
- Since your soulmates, maybe the reason why you don't feel his threatening aura like other gods and humans do is because some part of you just can't find it in you to fear him. He takes this as a sign of disrespect.
- You do feel anxious, however, he was such an attractive man but he absolutely did not look pleased to see you and you assumed he was just having a bad day.
- "H-Hello, I don't mean to trouble you!" You call out, your voice quiet and filled with uncertainty.
- He narrows his eyes at you, absolutely enraged by the idea of you approaching him so casually. You filthy little worm, he should destroy right-
- But then he takes a look at his wrist, he doesn't know why he does, a subconscious decision perhaps. But he side eyes you...odd, he makes sure to check his wrist. Oh well, he may as well grant you a few seconds of life.
- Then he checks his wrist and sees that the very first words you said to him...were on it. He looks from his wrist to you, who has no idea what's going on and honestly just wanted to find a way out of this big hallway.
- "U-Um, sir? I-I'm sorry, but do you know the way out?"
- He merely narrows his eyes at you before summoning his trident into his hands and thats when you realize; you're standing before a God. He says nothing to you and you instantly want to apologize but before you could, he just points in his trident into the direction he came from.
- You look at him, scared and confused, and he continues to stare at you with cold eyes. When he doesn't say or do anything for a few minutes you finally realized he was pointing the direction out.
- You apologize for the trouble and run like hell, his gaze following you.
- He observes you closely after that, believing this may be some kind of mistake. Thats why he didn't say anything to you, because a part of him was nervous. But he was mostly angry.
- It showed by when he barged into Aphrodite's room to DEMAND her what trickery she had stuped too and to undo it, she just smiles slyly and asks him: "What trickery?~"
- After some frustrating interrogation that goes NOWHERE...he finds himself staring at you quiet often, the mortals all cowering in fear when they feel his divine prescence. Not you, though, you never seem to notice him until you follow their stares and see his cold eyes, staring you down like you were gum under his new shoes.
- It's a very odd exchange, overall. Everyday, he'd show up at the most random of times and causing a stir among everyone else but yourself. Sometimes it'd even be multiple visits a day. Either way it confused you because the matches hadn't even started and already, you had somehow invoked a God's wrath.
- At least, that's what you thought at first until you noticed that he never did anything to really threaten your safety. Yes, watching you was a bit odd, but you find that you aren't really all that nervous about it anymore. Especially since with every visit, you believe that his gaze softens when they're set upon you.
- He kept his distance at first but then, once you started to take notice of him, you'd offer him to sit next to you as you sat in the beautiful fields that surrounded the arena or would be reading in one of the vast nearby libraries. Originally he would just walk away and as time went on he slowly began to warm up to you.
- Like a cat. tbh.
- He couldn't help it, at least, it FELT like he couldn't help it. He didn't know if it was your bond as soulmates, the unyielding kindness that he originally saw as foolish and niave, or overall just your quiet nature until you saw your friends.
- Either way, the more he began to see you, the more he could look past your flaws (which was being a human) and start to appreciate the things about you the made you beautiful.
- Don't get me wrong, he was definetly in denial for the longest time so he would kinda start off with small things. Like it goes from: "Oh, at least they bowed their head to my statue, thats a redeemable quality, at least." to "She is the epitome of perfection♡"
- You wouldn't really ever know that Poseidon's feelings towards you have grown, he hides it very well behind that stoic face that he wears and he hasn't even really spoken to you, yet. He doesn't know why but he feels like...the time isn't right. Despite his growing feelings, he truly isn't ready to accept a human as his soulmate yet.
- You just assumed he didn't talk much so you never pushed him too. Yeah, it mightve been a bit awkward at first but you appreciated his prescence, it brought you a new sense of comfort and peace that you never felt, not even when you were alive.
- When you made flower crowns in the gardens, you'd ask if you could decorate his trident for him and he gave you a deadpan stare before nodding his head in approval. He'd silently gesture you to follow him and show you a private pool whenever a say seemed a bit too hot for you and watch as you played in it, a soft smile growing on his face.
- He would even feel a bit of anger when he was with his fellow gods, listening to them generalize their hatred towards humanity. Usually Poseidon would join them but he couldn't bring himself too. After all, humanity was pesky and troublesome but some of them weren't that bad.
- They could be sweet, they could be unfailingly kindhearted and empathetic...They could be you. So he'd just glare distastefully but never say anything, but he didn't need to as everyone slowly stopped talking after sensing they somehow upset him.
- He spent a lot of his time with you during the days that led up to his match, you were unsure of who to root for; since it's true that humanity would be wiped out if the God's continued to win but at the same time, you didn't want to see Poseidon get hurt.
- He picked you out from the crowd immediately and made eye contact with you, not even acknowledging his opponent as he stepped into the ring.
- Did he still look down on humanity? Yes. But...he supposed there were some good aspects to it. Good aspects like you.
- As the mythical creatures and gods from his side cheered him on, shouting insults towards the humans, and telling him to destroy them like the ants they were: his eyes were locked on your (e/c) eyes before he finally made a decision. Internally, he had just lost a battle within himself in that moment...but he wasn't upset about it.
- So he interrupts Heimdall's introduction speeches as he addresses the whole crowd, "I FORFIET THIS MATCH!"
- Shock and bafflement was all that could be heard from both sides of the arena. They couldn't have possibly heard him right, though, after all: He was Poseidon, the beautiful God of the Sea, there was no way he would just-
- Then he looked at you and your heart leapt at hearing his voice for the first time. His eyes became gentle as they stared into yours, "I will fight for humanity. For some of you are worthy yet."
- You didn't respond for a bit, not noticing how the words "I will fight for humanity" appeared on your wrist, but he did. And he knew that even if Aphrodite had "cursed" him, that it truly didn't bother him. You were made for him. His perfect mortal♡
- This was only proven when you broke out of your shocked trance faster than anyone and cheered his name happily, your shyness lost as you joyfully cheered his name, causing him to visibly smile in front of everyone.
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cassidysinferno · 4 months
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Prompt #8
cw referenced drugging & kidnapping??
The villain gave hero a truth serum and asked hero to tell their darkest secret, expecting a some sort of corrupt agency or a crime they did so the villain can use that to blackmail the hero.
Hero instead spilled the most horrifying, gut wrenching, traumatizing backstory known to man that they kept bottled up their whole entire life and villain just thinks. "oh.... you're kind of fucked up actually....you need to Seek Help how did you even get through those what the fuck."
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urghblergh · 2 months
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Doodles. 😌🌌🌈
@kibbitzer-blog
@mcspirkevents
reference pics
@mellon_soup (no Tumblr :( ?)
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littledreamling · 2 years
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I just had a fantastic thought
If Hob was 33 in 1389 (my personal headcanon, since I heard somewhere that Ferdinand Kingsley was 33 at the time of filming), that means he was born in 1356. His birthday in the year of 2022 is his 666th birthday. You know went HARD this year, even if he couldn’t tell his friends and colleagues exactly why
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creatureesque · 4 months
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@h2g2-gift-exchange gift for @theygotlost !!!! happy holidays <33
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hella1975 · 4 months
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in secondary school my form room teacher was a really strict, by-the-book lady who took herself very seriously and generally had an odd, hard to crack sense of humour, but it was a known thing that she was married to one of the maths teachers, who was the loudest, most emotional guy in the entire world, and it was so funny bc everyone in the school was baffled that they were married but my form room, in having her as our form teacher for five years, got like. VIP extra rare insight into their marriage to the point people would beg for anyone in my class to trade gossip about it like looking back it's hysterical how invested we all were in this couple and one thing we'd always tell people was when the maths teacher would just. show up at our classroom. because basically for people who don't understand form room, it's the class you go to every morning - the same one, the same teacher, the same people - for five years to do registration, and the maths teacher didn't have a form room so sometimes when he was bored before first period he'd just. show up to ours. and every single time without fail my form teacher would rip his head off for it bc it was 'unprofessional' and he was 'bugging her' and he'd wander off again with his tail between his legs but without fail would do it again another day. like he would just show up at her classroom whenever he was free and she'd be like 'well IM not free. get out' and we'd all be there like this is fucking golden i can't wait to tell literally everyone. one time he beat her to class and started doing the register for her and making up new names/butchering our actual names as he went and when she came in i actually thought she might throw a chair at him.
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emblazons · 1 year
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Babe, I'm gonna get you back I'm gonna show you what I'm made of
Day Four of @bylerweek2023 - Summer Love A Byler Summer + The Boys of Summer by Don Henley (x)
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lesweetweirdo · 2 months
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It's a tragedy that you can't save people.
You can only love them.
And I have loved too many broken people to learn this heavy truth.
Your love will never be enough to fix,
nor change,
nor conquer
unless they let you.
But broken people are still broken people,
and broken things dont believe that they are worthy of love
(I am broken, too).
So no,
love isn't always savior.
Love is just there,
weighing on your heart.
And I really wished it was enough
— enough to save you from yourself.
Yet I can only stand by at the side and love you silently.
(I wish you could see through my eyes and know all the reasons I love you)
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yestabbystab · 25 days
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"I have feelings for you." "Aw." "They're all negative." "Oh."
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ridl · 6 months
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keqing thursday
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Person A: “This is a blatant breach of contract!”
Person B: “Actually it’s not, something you would know, if you had bothered to read it properly. A surprisingly foolish mistake, considering the fact that you were the one who forced me to sign it in the first place... Truthfully, the only person who’s flagrantly and repeatedly breached the contract here, is you.”
Person C: “...Is this true (Person B)?”
Person B: “Yes, I have plenty of proof too, if you need it.”
Person A: “N-Now wait just a-!”
Person C: “Enough! I’ll deal with you in a moment.”
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