#and the eerily fitting song playing

[littlexdeaths]

whiplash - e.m.

eddie munson x fem reader

warnings: teeny tiny violence, reader has a panic attack, eddie is the sweetest, eddie and reader are in college

a/n: this is absolutely inspired by my first experience being shoved into a mosh pit at an avenged sevenfold concert when i was a wee teen. i hope you enjoy xx.

also shout out to my love @xxbimbobunnyxx for helping me with the title and some of the dialogue, and my bby @undead-supernova for beta reading for me. ILY BOTH SO MUCH 💕

hot, sweaty bodies were pressed against you at all angles, nearly suffocating you. at this point you couldn’t even see the band playing on the stage, a sea of taller bodies now blocking your view.

when your best friend asked you to attend a metallica concert with her you didn’t exactly know what to expect.

but this definitely wasn’t it.

the small venue was packed, the air filled with the smell of sweat, marijuana and cigarettes. your choice of a leather jacket felt incredibly stupid as it was now tied around your waist due to the growing heat surrounding you.

your palms felt clammy as they clutched onto the hem of your friend’s shirt. the constant moving of the crowd seems to pull her farther and farther away from you. until the swirling pit of metalheads swallowed you both whole, losing sight of her head of blonde hair instantly.

your panicked shouts of her name were drowned out by the screech of an electric guitar— your body now being shoved around to the chants of ‘pounding out aggression.’ the song eerily fitting as you see a ringed fist connecting with another man’s jaw.

your heart is beating in your ears, that familiar feeling of panic washing over you as you continue to be shoved around like a rag doll amongst the group of men. until you somehow landed on top of someone… who had been knocked to the ground moments before you.

before you have time to react a large hand quickly wraps around your forearm, yanking you up and out of the dizzying circle of death. you all but let the stranger carry you through the crowd. the male shoving past throngs of people until you’ve safely reached the back of the bar.

you barely register his voice as you lean against the brick wall, chest rising and falling at an embarrassingly fast rate. your eyes squeeze shut as you attempt to get your breathing under control. those same hands that pulled you out now resting carefully on your shoulders, helping to ground you.

“hey sweetheart, you alright?”

his face finally comes into focus as you blink your eyes open, your heart now beating against your ribs for a completely different reason.

he was painstakingly gorgeous, full lips lifting up into a soft, dimpled smile. “there she is— hey man can i get some water?”

he slaps his hand on the bar top, the clear liquid sloshing out as a glass is slid over to him. his chunky rings clinking against the side as he grips it, now holding it up to your lips. “it’ll help, trust me.” you gladly take the glass from him, gulping down the lukewarm tap water.

“thank you…” you mumble, setting the now empty glass back on the bar and wiping the corners of your mouth. mentally forcing yourself to stay put, despite the bigger part of you wanting to run out of the bar from sheer embarrassment.

“are you here by yourself?” he asks, as you shake your head in reply before resting it against the brick wall behind you. the brunette seems to be studying you as you take in some slow but shaky deep breaths. letting yourself do the same as your heart begins to return to a normal rhythm.

even in the muted light you can see his dark curls were damp with perspiration, bangs sticking to his forehead. no doubt from being in the middle of that pit for quite a while. his cut off band tee showing off an extensive collection of tattoos. that soft smile morphs into a small smirk, as you realize you’ve been gawking at him.

calming breaths long forgotten.

“you can g-go back out there… w-wouldn’t want to keep you from the show.” you fumble over your words, now finding the sticky floor and your beat up sneakers far more interesting than the gorgeous metalhead before you.

the male chuckles, casually resting his shoulder against the wall next to you. his hot breath fanning over your cheek as he leans closer, “not a chance sweetheart. until we find your friends, you’re stuck with me.”

you glance back up at him, surprise crossing your features. knowing most people would gladly leave you behind in the shadows, especially considering the band that’s owning the stage. that sentiment alone makes the butterflies raging your insides flutter even faster. the chaos of the crowd is now forgotten as he grins sweetly down at you.

“i’m eddie by the way.”

the music has seemingly gotten louder since the two of you left the crowd, now having to shout your name back in reply despite the lack of space between you. his smile only widens as you turn to face him fully, crossing your arms over your chest. “and what is a fair maiden like yourself doing in a place like this?”

you can’t stop the giggle from leaving your lips as he gestures dramatically around the dingy bar before his dark eyes are back on you. “oh no reason at all… just needed a study break.” he can tell from the ride the lightning t-shirt adorning your frame that you’re teasing him, but he plays along anyway.

“so you stumble into a random metal concert, only to get caught in a circle of death? that’s quite the break sweetheart.” he nudges your foot with his own, earning another giggle from you. “something like that, yeah.”

he hums in response, running a hand through his unruly curls. “duly noted— i’ll have to take study breaks like that more often,” the two of you quickly fall into easy conversation, no longer paying attention to the concert goers surrounding you.

despite having only met him less than half an hour ago, you both seem quite comfortable with each other. any embarrassment from your small panic attack now a fleeting memory as he tosses his head back with laughter. the sound warming you from the inside, out.

“gotta say i’m a little shocked, first show and you’re already hitting the pits like a pro.” he jokes, leaning in a little closer to you. the scent of his spicy cologne washes over you, making your head spin, “practically took that guy out by sitting on him.”

you groan in embarrassment, playfully shoving his shoulder as he laughs again.

“i’ll have you know i’m quite fond of the music… just not the…” you gesture towards the sea of bodies that are jumping, shoving and headbanging to for whom the bell tolls. “moshing?” he finishes for you, as you nod sheepishly.

before he has a chance to say anything else, a loud squeal fills your ears as a body slams into you at full force. nearly knocking you over in the process, “there you are babes! i’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

earlier you would’ve been relieved to hear your best friend’s voice, but now you can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. hoping your emotions aren’t written across your face, but she doesn’t seem to notice. she’s a little too preoccupied with staring at the male leaning next to you.

“now who is this?” her tone is overly playful, wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively. before she can embarrass you further, you elbow her in the ribs. effectively stopping anything else from leaving her mouth besides a little huff.

“eddie munson, certified mosh pit rescuer at your service ladies.”

he does a little half bow, causing both of you to break into a fit of giggles. “wow… a modern day knight in shining armor huh?” she teases but seems impressed nonetheless, “wish i had a hot guy to pull me out of there, i basically had to army crawl my way out.”

even in the shitty bar lighting you can see his cheeks are tinted pink from her compliment, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “it was nothing really, just happy to help.” he shrugs before pushing himself off the wall, sliding his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans.

“modest too? where did you find him?” she gushes, gently bumping her hip into yours. “and does he have a brother?” she whispers that part to you, ignoring the way you roll your eyes at her.

“well i see you’re in good hands now sweetheart, i hope you enjoy the rest of the show.” as he turns to leave you feel your friend shove you forward, giving you a look that screams, ‘are you insane? don’t let him get away!’

“eddie wait!” you shout, gently tugging on the male’s wrist before he gets too far. that dimple making another appearance as he turns back to you, “miss me already?” eddie teases, fully enjoying the flustered look that crosses your features.

“i uh, i-i’d really like to thank my knight in shining armor properly… maybe over coffee?” you nervously chew on your lower lip, praying that you didn’t read this entire interaction wrong.

but seeing his face light up squashes any doubt, watching as he grabs a pen off the bar. holding the cap between his teeth as he takes your hand, scribbling his phone number onto your palm with a satisfied grin.

“looking forward to it sweetheart.”

he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before disappearing into the rowdy crowd.

tagging some moots who seemed interested 💛

@babygorewhore @hellfirenacht @thepurplelovewitch @impmunson @voyeurmunson @madelynraemunson @take-everything-you-can @corrodedcorpses @serasvictoria @munsonhoneybaby @splendiferous-bitch @eddiesxangel @taintedcigs

all dividers made by yours truly 💕

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[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

"you act like you just saw a Ghost."

"all your games, all your lies"

synopsis// satoru gojo is horrible at pranks.

pairing// satoru gojo x gn! reader

word count// 1.3k

contents// the prank in question is playing dead, maybe borderline hurt/comfort?, angst maybe but regardless there's a happy ending?

notes// this is how im coping. gege is just punking us that's all. i also just thought this was such a stupid oneshot idea i love it i think im such a fucking comedian for this. but this is kinda (very) half-assed... anywho it was inspired by the song ghost by fefe dobson (dont play with me rn.)

"Satoru, I'm home!” 

When you get no response, you find yourself gazing about your eerily empty home. You hum to yourself. Odd. Satoru usually greets you right at the door.

“Satoru?” You call out again, trying to ignore how your anxiety rises as you slowly enter your bedroom.

Red immediately floods your vision; it’s everywhere. It’s on the walls, it’s on the bedsheets, it’s on the floor—there’s practically no place left untouched by the liquid. You swallow harshly and make a point to not step into the liquid that seems a little too similar to blood for comfort, albeit the task is to no avail because it's everywhere.

“Sato-“

Your voice dies in your throat the minute you see him on the ground. Satoru is laying there lifeless, covered in blood. There's no rise or fall of his chest, only an empty, vacant stare in his glossed-over eyes. You freeze. For far longer than you should have.

This isn't real.

This can't be.

There's no way Satoru is laying here dead, in a puddle of his own blood. You inhale harshly, not even aware you were holding your breath in the first place, as you drop down to your knees and crawl the rest of your way toward him, oblivious to the fact that you're now coated in just as much blood as he is. The moment you're by his side, It all hits you at once. Holy shit, Satoru is laying here in a puddle of his fucking blood. You hesitantly shake him.

“Satoru?”

You wait a second to see if he’ll say anything or do anything—even a twitch of his fingers would suffice, but nothing.

"Satoru, please,” you say, desperation flooding your voice as you shake him harder.

When nothing happens again, you shake him once more, but this time you don't stop. You simply keep shaking him, hoping that if you shake him hard enough, he’ll do something to prove he’s still alive.

"Satoru, this isn't funny." Your breathing is labored as panic fully seeps into your veins. "Satoru, wake the fuck up!” You slap his face, only for his head to merely loll to the side.

And that was the last straw. Suddenly you're thrown into a sob so violent it racks your whole body, shaking as you can do nothing but rest your head on his chest and sob for him to wake up, to stop messing around because this isn't funny, to just please wake up, yet he doesn't. You don't notice how his chest is starting to contract; you're sobbing so hard that you think it's just you who’s making him move, when suddenly a loud choke of laughter rings in your ears. You sit up immediately, still ugly-crying as you look down at Satoru, who is currently finding something absolutely hilarious.

Oh, you’ve lost it.

You’ve actually lost it; here you are hallucinating that your dead boyfriend is laughing.

Satoru wipes imaginary tears from his eyes. “Oh my god,” he says between laughs, “you should’ve seen your face!”

You blink at him, tears still freely flowing, as you lean back down and place your head against his chest.

“Whatcha doing?” 

“Shut the fuck up.” 

Satoru goes stiff but does as he’s told, and when you can hear his heart beating rhythmically, thumping perfectly fine as all hearts should, you grow cold, like maybe you’re the one who was actually dead a few seconds ago. You sit back up.

“Gonna tell me what you were doing now or-“

His sentence is interrupted by you abruptly standing up and screeching in a fit of anger, or maybe more so, betrayal, “You fucking asshole!”

Satoru, clearly taken aback, scrambles to stand up along with you, holding his hands out in front of him placatingly. "Woah, woah, babe, calm down-"

“Calm down?” You snap, staring at him with an animosity he’s never seen from you before. "Don't tell me to calm down when I thought you were just fucking dead!”

He sheepishly glances down at the fake blood-covered floor. “It was just a prank..."

“Fuck you!” And you snap, thrown head first into another sobbing fit, wrapping your arms around yourself in a pitiful attempt to comfort yourself while you babble incoherently: "I don't—I can't."

Satoru’s heart breaks right inside his chest, and he doesn’t think he’s ever regretted anything more than his stupid idotic antics right now. He can't bear to see you like this; this might actually kill him. He can't take it. He can't take knowing that he’s the entire reason you're in this state in the first place. He takes a step closer, opening his arms up to hug you, and you flinch away from him the moment you notice.

"Don't touch me, Satoru.”

Satoru frowns, ignoring the tears stinging his eyes and the burning sensation of rejection that encompasses him whole. He thinks—no, he knows—that whatever he could say right now wouldn't help, but maybe giving you some space will, so he steps back and clears his throat. "I'm gonna go shower.”

You sniffle and turn away from him, brusquely waving him off. “Do whatever you want."

 ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ 

Satoru walks out of the bathroom with one towel in hand, drying his hair, and finds you sitting on the edge of the bed. He can’t help but notice the new sheets laid out and how the room is squeaky clean, quickly realizing you were left with the unfortunate task of cleaning up the last remaining remnants of his prank as he showered. You finally notice him in the doorway, but you hardly even spare him a glance.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asks as he makes his way toward you, tossing the towel on the floor before taking a seat next to you.

“You’re an asshole.”

"I know, I'm sorry,” he mumbles as he subtly scoots in closer toward you, and when you don’t bother moving away, he draws you into his arms, your back to his chest as he places his head on your shoulder. "I just wanted to play a prank on you.”

You stay stiff, refusing the innate need to melt into him. “You’re horrible at pranks.”

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and mumbles, "I know that now.”

You hum curtly, ignoring the shivers down your spine—though your resolve is very quickly turning nonexistent, you’ve never been anything but putty in his hands.

Satoru places chaste kisses against your neck, murmuring, “How long are you gonna torture me for?”

“Till you've thought about your actions.”

He pulls away from you and twists your body around so that you’re face-to-face. “I have! I thought about them the whole time in the shower.” He leans in and nudges his nose with yours, whispering, "I'm sorry.”

You stare at him blankly for a moment before sighing, your entire body sagging in relief as you finally give in to your desires and close the distance between you two. Satoru, overjoyed with the fact you’re kissing him, can’t help but return the favor with vigor. Each kiss is followed by him mumbling, "I'm sorry," and it goes on for god knows how long—though you don’t really care, you just care that he is alive, that he is kissing you, that he is here, and it was just a very poor, poor prank that hopefully he’ll never do again—no, a prank you’ll make sure he never does again. You take back the initiative and kiss him deeply, taking his bottom lip between your teeth that has a whine escaping Satoru’s mouth before it transforms into a full-on wince of pain from you biting him.

He pulls away abruptly, his fingers darting up to cradle his bottom lip. “Ow! What the hell was that for?”

You stare up at him innocently, even going as far as tilting your head to the side like you’ve done nothing wrong at all—though your facade is quickly shattered when you lean back in and Satoru instinctively leans back, but you grab him by the back of his neck, forcing his head in place harshly, whispering through a menacing smile, “If you ever pull something like that again, Satoru Gojo, I will personally make sure that you die by my hands.”

“…Noted.”

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[spikezonebby]

Hello, can I request for your event? Mostly for the way you said angst was okay, can I request an angst one with "killing me softly" with Soundwave, pretty please?

Killing Me Softly - ES! Soundwave/GN!Human!Reader

Word count: 1,370

You adored music. Nothing carried your thoughts, your feelings, your raw and unique perspective on the human experience, quite like a song.

Imagine your surprise when one evening, on the graveyard janitor’s shift at G.H.O.S. T, your earbuds died but you were still hearing music. The Decepticon cell block was always eerily quiet, save for the low electrical hum of the energon force fields or the occasional snarl and snort. That night, you turned the corner down Block B, following the growing sound of music, and found the source:

A towering Decepticon warrior resting back against the far wall, painted in sleek grey, midnight blue, and striking cherry red. He sat with his legs bent, bobbing his helm with every beat that played from the speaker system embedded in his chassis. And even though he didn’t have a mouth or eyes to speak of, you could have sworn you saw something alight behind that visor.

A familiar kinship. A love of the rhythm and jive. 

Hypnotized, you pad closer to the humming pink field. Your broom and dustpan laid forgotten against the wall, job abandoned in favor of the entracing draw. The mech doesn’t move when you approach, and if anything, he grows more still. You could feel his gaze on you, warm and electric, investigating you.

You felt transparent, like your body was see-through and his attention was tracing the lines of your very bones. 

“Hey.” You try, reaching up and resting your weight against the smooth, cool metal side panel beside the controls. “Didn’t think you guys could get radio down here.”

The con says nothing, just cocks his helm at you. And then, with a click, the music stops and there’s dead silence. Perhaps you had offended him, you think. Perhaps you had stumbled across a prison break attempt and now the con before you was trying to make up a convincing lie.

There’s another click, and then a new song begins to play. You recognize it in an instant, same and same album. You listened to them routunely down here while you mopped the floors and dusted the vents.

“You… like hip hop, huh? Soul music?”

The con raises his head to get a better look at you, and finally, nods. Well, it was more like an ambivalent shrug. He sits up a little straighter, resting the back of his helm against the wall as the music plays, quietly tapping his pede to it.

“So you just have that whole album on shuffle?”

“It MUST be. That or he loves torturing my audials.” Another mech from the cellblock next door sneers.

“Affirmative.” It’s the first time you hear him speak, and his voice is deep but laid in static and synth. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant but you wondered if that was just a filter from his mask or if he really did sound like that. “Starscream: Not invited to conversation.”

“I’d hardly call it a conversation when you’re just staring at them, Soundwave.” Starscream huffs.

Soundwave… a fitting name, you think.

“If I knew you guys liked hip hop, I would have brought my mini speaker. My earbuds have been getting abused over these night shifts.”

To illustrate your point, you shake your little pack of buds with a notable tink-tink sound and then dump them out onto your palm. One of them was wholly broken and the other was clearly on its last legs, held together with a thin strip of clear tape. The con, Soundwave, perks up a bit. A light passes through his visor, like he’s scanning something.

“Soundwave: Requests device.”

“My earbuds? Uhhh…” 

Soundwave stands up from the far side of the cell, and it’s then that you realize how much wholly bigger than you he really was. He nearly has to get down on all fours just to be somewhat level with you, but settles for sitting on one knee beside the console panel. Your gaze shifts to the panel, and the little delivery slot below the keypad.

The cells weren’t built with any way to shut down only part of the grid, so delivery slots were installed in the consoles to deliver things like energon rations through. Like normal prison cells.

“Why do you want them?”

“You mentioned a mini speaker. Earbuds are composed of similar components required to build one.”

It was sound logic, and you figured as a giant alien robot he’d probably be somewhat equipped to know how to do something like that. But the bigger question lingered.

“Why? Why do you want to do that? That desperate for other tunes?”

You briefly see Starscream’s disgruntled face lean into view up over one of Soundwave’s shoulders, only to puff and duck away like a putout peacock. Soundwave is, of course, stoic and stalwart in his explanation. 

“Battle with Autobot Scum: Damaged recall banks. Soundwave: Cannot access most audio files.”

“‘Recall banks.’ So like, your memory?” You frown, you couldn’t imagine not being able to even remember some of your favorite songs.

“Affirmative.”

Mind made up, you pop the slot open and drop your damaged earbuds and case inside. As soon as you close it up, they dump out onto a flat tray on Soundwave’s side of the field for him to use. He picks the pieces up, scans them, examines them, and gets to work. He doesn’t seem to mind you watching him as he reassembles the pieces into new shape, twisting or tugging tiny tiny wires with tools that he has hidden away in his arms.

He plugs the very last wire in and pops together the two halves of the case. Once used to hold the earbuds, now it housed the speaker entirely. It was a little rough but it certainly looked like a speaker. Once it powers up, it hooks automatically to your phone and starts to play the last song you’d listened to, blasting it at impressive volume. Loud enough you actually flinch.

“That’s incredible! How did you…” You turn to look up at his face, stopping your question before it even fully forms, “Right, dumb question.”

This time Soundwave drops the speaker into the slot and closes it. You retrieve your little gift, enamored with this ultra powerful micro speaker already. You look it over, flick through your playlists, only briefly mourning your earbuds.

“Thank you, Soundwave.”

“You are welcome. Request: Play something besides hip hop.”

“FINALLY.” Starscream whines.

“Request change: Play hip hop louder.”

You can’t help but giggle a little, and you decided to compromise. “I’ll play a mix of stuff from now on. And if you remember anything you like, you can tell me and I’ll look it up next time. Ya know, to thank you.”

Soundwave stares at you a moment, helm cocking to the side before he gives you a minute nod. “Conditions: Acceptable.”

Content, you head back to work and put on a mixed playlist of various things. Back with Soundwave and Starscream though, the Seeker has more than a few questions. Questions, of course, filed down into barbs and wit rather than actual polite queries.

“Not happy with your little gaggle of minicons anymore? Felt the need to try and adopt a human into the fold?”

“Negative. Befriending human is simple strategy.” 

Soundwave leans back away from the front field, giving himself enough distance to open his cassette dock and let Ravage out. Immediately the Minicon cat curls up around his shoulders, carrying in her intake a ball of wires that she finds herself content to bat around and mangle.

“...They didn’t check to see if you used all the pieces.” Starscream remarks, icy blue optics widening in realization. “A small favor here breeds gratitude.”

“Gratitude breeds security. Security breeds sloppiness.”

“I was wondering why you lied about some so-called ‘recall banks.’ Thought yourself clever for that one, huh? Making up words to trick a stupid little organic that wouldn’t know better?”

“Soundwave: Does not think clever. Soundwave: Is clever.”

“Tch.” The seeker rolls his optics, turning his back on the other con with a puff and flourish. As if he had anywhere else to go in his cell besides pacing back and forth. “Very well. You have my permission to continue your insidious work.”

Soundwave simply stares at the back of the seeker’s helm. As if he needed permission.

#transformers #es soundwave #and a little plot help from #es starscream #Soundwave/reader #reader insert #thank you for requesting!! #song fic #request fill #you didnt specify which Soundwave who the song was by or who you wanted the reader to be so i took dealer's choice here #transformers earthspark #god i hope the formating looks okay im posting this in mobile

[prisoner-000]

did you really love her? | a kazui and hinako playlist!

tracklist & my reasons for the songs below the cut :) (half & coward montblanc excluded because i believe those to not be about hinako and kazui's relationship)

little lies - fleetwood mac: i feel like this is almost too obvious to explain. i know the song is technically about falling out of love, but the lyrics fit way too well with their relationship. this is from hinako's perspective, she wants to believe that kazui is genuine, but she slowly realizes that somethint is off. this song encapsulates their dynamic to me. tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies... oh no no, you can't disguise... [].

little soldiers - the crane wives: "and i dragged you through every room inside our home, but you still held me at night" and "i swear that i loved you, i swear that you loved me". hinako works herself to the bone for this relationship to work, so does kazui, they don't surrender, they want to win against the social norms. but they can't. no matter what, they can't do it, and they tear each other apart.

cat - milgram: yeah

have to explode - the mountain goats: "someone's gonna do something someone else is gonna regret". this whole song is so somber and sad but you know the singer and their partner are going to have a terrible fallout. it's all so bleak. hinako and kazui are going to have that argument, and hinako's going to fall.

time - aliceband: "will you remember me in years to come?/or am i just a seed, and please be fine/'cause i hate this lying all the time/and i would kill myself if i thought i'd go somewhere better/but this is it/we are in hell, we are in pain/and i will suffer with you"

second hand news - fleetwood mac: a song about the singer's lover finding someone new to love and the singer leaving. take that as you will.. hinako pov :)

angeleyes - abba: lyrics don't really fit their relationship but they do fit eerily well with the entirety of the cat mv (i made an amv of it. Perhaps.)

leaving home ain't easy - queen: "stay, my love, please stay" - this line always makes me think of the moments before hinako's death. a lot of singled out lyrics really fit their relationship imo..

i want you to love me - fiona apple: hinako pov. need i say more. a woman raised in a society that expects her to be the perfect wife and she finds the perfect guy but he doesn't love her. not quite.

neo-neon - deco*27: yeah.. (both of t2 kazui songs feel like they are sung to hinako imo)

the winner takes it all - abba: feel like i don't even need to explain myself just listen to it man

drowse - queen: a song about goodbye and love fading away... and remembering what used to be happiness... do you think kazui ever looked back on the happy days with hinako and felt like the worst man on earth

butterfly - weezer: sorry for weezer. "sorry for what i did" MORE GUILT!!!!

another heart breaks - elo: just a good, moody, calm song that i feel would, if milgram was a movie, play in the days after hinako's death

the man with the child in his eyes - kate bush: something about kazui constantly reminiscing about his childhood, wanting to not grow up, wanting to be young and irresponsible forever. hinako pov.. meeting him and seeing that child in him

the stranger - billy joel: "you never let your lover see the stranger in yourself". self-explanatory? kazui never told hinako the truth until... well.

left-handed kisses - andrew bird: a song about two people falling in love. there's a lingering sadness in it, almost like they're both kind of unmotivated.

fakery tale - deco*27: THIS IS MY T3 COVER PROPAGANDA!!! i'd rather forget this ever happened, pretend it was all just a lie...

#milgram #007 #kazui mukuhara #hinako mukuhara #playlist #prisoner's ramblings #milgram project #eyup #Spotify

[witchern]

i was going to put this story in the tags of another post but fuck it, this decade-old memory hit me like a TRUCK thanks to @gerardwayoftheday and it's incredibly special to me.

so, about this photo:

is now the time when i tell y'all i was in the crowd for this performance and specifically picked to stand up front at the barricade for the cameras???

freshman year of college i'd dyed my hair bright red, like gerard's is during this era. not on purpose but it ended up being eerily similar in shade and vibrancy.

ANYWAY. this performance was prerecorded in november. it was fucking cold. two of my new friends had seen an open invite from live nation for fans to line up for free and score a chance to join in the crowd and be part of the recording. they invited me along because they knew i was a fan and by the time we all got there, the line had already wrapped around the block. we waited so long that i had to sneak into a nearby restaurant to use their bathroom.

i don't remember how much time passed, but eventually a live nation crew member walked by our group and did a double take when he spotted us. ME specifically, because of the hair. and i knew it was because of me because he immediately comes up to me and asks if i'm here with anyone. i'm confused as hell by the question, but i point to my friends. he counts that there's 3 of us total and says something into his walkie talkie before he asks us to follow him and skip the line. there's no explanation WHY. we're still confused and we don't wanna leave the line we've been standing in for god knows how long.....but he's already walking away and our curiosity is too strong. so fuck it, we follow the guy down the block and skip the whole line.

he leads us to a much smaller group of fans that have been 'set aside' and asks us to wait with them instead. STILL no explanation. at this point i'm thinking we've been picked for the noisemakers and glasses and shit that they're gonna hand out for the recording.

turns out: nope!! we've been picked because – not to toot my own dumbass college horn – we all looked cool for the camera, so they wanted to put us up front. they hand us numbered index cards indicating our spots up front. i'm given spot #9. i am – to put it lightly – losing my ever-loving fucking mind at this point. but i'm playing it like i'm totally chill. so calm. so relaxed. not at all about to have the excited version of a panic attack. not one bit.

i know "sing" was the song they aired on TV, but they actually played 4 songs to make it a worthwhile evening for us, which was fucking amazing. they played "na na na" and "i'm not okay" and i thiiiiiiink the last song was "famous last words" but i was literally blacking out with joy for most of the night so don't quote me on that. they did dedicate "i'm not okay" to all of us though and you can't prove that i cried, so shut the fuck up.

funnily enough, even with the fire engine red hair, i didn't wind up on camera in a close up shot or anything. my buddy ryan did though!! probably because he's like 50 feet tall:

the most view of myself i was ever able to find was here at the bottom right – next to ryan, who's towering over me. i think he's literally looking down in this moment to make sure i haven't been crushed.

shout out to the other girl toward the center of the screenshot with the matching hair. twinsies <333

but as if all of THAT wasn't enough, as if being up front during a taped MCR new year's eve performance at rockefeller plaza wasn't enough – frank tossed me one of his guitar picks at the end of the night.

it's gonna sound sappy but it's true: at a time when i was on my own for the first time, trying to make new friends in a new city, i've never felt more like i was on the right track in my life than that night. it was fucking magical, no other way to describe it.

SO. that's the story of how i dyed my hair red in a fit of college rebellion and wound up getting picked from a lineup of hundreds of folks to stand up front at a mini MCR show that was pre-taped for new year's eve with carson daly. what a time to be alive in-fucking-deed.

#*t #i'm like. sweating just remembering the adrenaline rush lmao.

[marauder-of-the-valley]

Snape asks: 14 & 19, please! :)

Thank you so much for the ask! It became much longer than I initially intended. I hope you don't mind! ;)

14. Favorite Snape line/moment? (books or movies!)

There are many moments I love (many I can't recall at the moment), such as the sarcastic bow he gave to Umbridge. But I absolutely love the response he gives right before when he says, "No idea." Absolutely savage. I love in particular that it's a public display right in front of all our main characters of how he performs his role as a double-agent, whether if they realize it or not.

Also his response to Dumbledore when he's asked to be the one to kill him, "Would you like me to do it now...or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?" His sarcasm towards other adults feels extra "done with this shit" to me.

And I have a special place in my heart for his response to Lily, "It's real for us."

19. What’s the song that always has you thinking of Snape?

Oh HO do I have something for this.

This response became much longer than I meant it to. There wasn't a single song for me but a couple. These songs are what I was listening to at the time that I really became invested in Snape's character, so they're a bit old. Back then and even now, I was most interested in his love for and (platonic) friendship with Lily and the effects they had on each other's lives when their friendship ended. I really focused on it being a tragedy for the both of them.

The Prince's Tale by the Butterbeer Experience It's a beautiful song that summarizes the Prince's Tale chapter from Snape's perspective. It's an absolutely beautiful performance.

Songs by Broken Iris: - Beautiful Girl (Snape's POV) - A New Hope (Snape's POV)

Songs by Red: - Let it Burn (Lily during the war asking if Snape found it all worth it and if he's really going to turn away from the misery his cause has inflicted on people) - Start Again (Snape's POV) - Yours Again (Snape's POV)

Fire Fire by Flyleaf. Listening to it, it sounds like Lily's perspective as a third-party spectator watching Snape's life play out. She's watching his life, picking out moments and fitting them together as she's realizing that Snape's turning for the worse. This song eerily fits his life. I was going to summarize, but I ended up going through the whole song:

"Almost thought we'd made it home But we don't know this place at all That's enough now, dry your tears It's been a long 11 years"

I took this as young Snape believing that Hogwarts would be a safe-haven where he finally managed to escaped to, but he instead just ran into more and greater torment.

"Fire, fire, fire Fire from the tongues of liars"

This is the chorus, and it matches the lies he was fed since he was young about blood purity and the beginnings of the ideology and insecurities that would shape his actions further on in his life.

"You're ashamed of where you're from Crying 'cause your father's drunk We can't die because we're young At least that's what we heard in a song"

How he felt towards his childhood and his father. Also the hope that stories of Hogwarts gave him as he shares them with Lily.

"You're ashamed of what you've done Crying 'cause your father's wrong Trying to be something new You'll feel that you have something to prove"

There are two moments this makes me think of. One is right after the moodblood incident as he fully turns to the Death Eaters, and the other which I believe fits the best, which is right after he's placed Lily in danger. He gained the information and passed it on to Voldemort in order to prove himself. Voldemort is the father in this instance, while Snape is completely turning against him after Lily's life had become at risk.

"What you confuse for glory's fire Is fire from the tongues of liars What you confuse for glory's fire Is fire from the tongues of liars"

This is reiterating the chorus, and it's when Snape is realizing the glory he sought after with Voldemort was meaningless to him and made up of perverse lies that were told to recruit him.

"You're afraid of who you are Crying 'cause your father's gone Clinging to your youthful truth You'll find that you've nothing to lose You'll find that you've nothing to prove"

This is after Dumbledore's death, with Dumbledore taking the role of the father here. At this point, he's thinking back to his childhood with Lily and his childhood in Slytherin House. The memory of Lily keeps him going, while he's become fully disconnected from his past motivations he had developed while in Slytherin.

#thank you so much for the ask! #I hope you enjoyed the responses even though I tend to ramble #these songs might be out-dated but so am I so I can't tell if they're still any good or if I'm just sentimental #ask

[midgardian-witch]

Could you write some fluff with Steven. Gn reader, date night at his apartment.

Oh absolutely. I got this idea when I got across some current news about archeological dig sites in Egypt. It's a bit short but I hope you like it, anon 💙

AO3

Edit: now with added AO3 link 👍

The rhythmic chopping of vegetables syncs up eerily with the slow beat of the song currently playing on the ancient radio Steven had pulled out from behind stacks of dusty books. You hum quietly to the music, swaying with the rhythm as you prepare the ingredients for dinner.

The soft padding of feet pulls you out of your focus and as you look up you're greeted by the sight of a slightly damp Steven with only a towel covering him. He blinks at you and his mouth turns downward in an adorable pout.

"You started without me? But I thought we wanted to cook together, love?"

You can't fight the smile that spreads across your lips as you put down the knife and walk over to your boyfriend. Your hands snake behind his neck, burrowing your fingers into his still wet hair. You pull him into a kiss, bodies pressed close together, unbothered by the fact that your clothes are going to get wet too.

"Just a little prep work. You didn't miss anything exciting."

Not even your kisses seem to be able to fight off the frown on your boyfriend's face. He doesn't seem angry, just a little put off.

"That's not what I meant. I want to spend time with you, doing things. Together."

"We are! See, I just peeled and started to cut up the vegetables. We can do stuff together as I cook", you answer, very aware of the fact that while Steven had many skills, cooking was not one of them.

You continue to pepper his jaw and lips with feather-light kisses while your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"You could talk to me about Ancient Egypt if you want."

You hear Steven sputter, his brain surely needing a restart after your ministrations. His cheeks heat up and his lips quirk up in a hesitant smile.

"Y-You're sure? I do have something I really want to tell you about. It's bloody amazing!"

You can feel Steven's earlier grumpiness fading by how his shoulders relax and his voice stops wavering. You press one last kiss to his lips before pulling away, hands tracing over his shoulders and chest before you step back fully.

"Go on then; tell me! "

Steven is almost vibrating with energy at the prospect of getting to info dump about his favorite subject. He sits down on a stool next to the kitchen table as he watches you move about the kitchen.

"You just talk and I continue with the food, ok?"

Steven nods eagerly, eyes gleaming with delight. You keep chopping vegetables and getting everything together for dinner as Steven talks passionately about Ancient Egypt and Archeology. You put the food in the oven to cook, eager to have the time to just listen to Steven talk without any distractions.

"They recently found a secret pathway in a temple in Alexandria that could potentially lead to the tomb of Cleopatra!"

You listen to him, completely enraptured. His face alight with excitement, hands flying wildly to emphasize when needed. Steven like this is a sight to behold. You hang on his every word, smiling and nodding, eager for him to continue.

"Isn't that bloody amazing?! Cleopatra's tomb! Oh my days."

You can almost see stars in his eyes as he keeps going. Every day this man makes you fall in love with him more.

"And allegedly Cleopatra said that no man would ever find her tomb! But the archeologist leading the team is a woman! Isn't that fantastic, love?"

You smile at him lovingly as you step towards him.

"It's wonderful but…"

You lean over him, your faces but inches apart as you whisper against his lips: "...not as wonderful as you, my love."

Softly you bring your lips to his. It's like a siren's call - the more he talks the more you want to kiss him. Not to shut him up - never that - just hearing him so thrilled and enlivened fills your heart with so much love it's fit to burst. You could never understand how people don't throw themselves at Steven when he gets like that. That cute flush when he gets animated, his face so expressive; you could watch him for hours and never get bored.

Your boyfriend returns the kiss with a grin, laughing awkwardly as you part again.

"Uh hehe. Didn't know Archeology got you so - uhm - stimulated."

He rubs his neck nervously as his cheeks heat up. His eyes keep flickering between your eyes and your lips.

You laugh and shake your head.

"Archeology is very exciting. I mean - Cleopatra's tomb! That's amazing! But seeing you so happy is what I enjoy most."

You watch Steven squirm on the stool, still not quite comfortable with taking compliments.

"Th-thank you. You're very sweet. I uh-"

He stops, brows furrowing as he sniffs the air. His eyes widen in alarm.

"Love, I think something is burning."

That's when you smell it too. Panicked you turn towards the oven, turning it off quickly. As you open it thick smoke is spilling out, blocking your view. You cough, the smell of burned food overwhelming you. With slumped shoulders you take out the burned remains of your dinner.

You feel Steven's hands on your shoulders as he looks at what should have been food but now looks more like a lump of coal.

"I am so sorry! I forgot to set a timer and then I - I got distracted."

You feel awful. You were so focused on Steven's story telling that you completely forgot about the oven. And now your cute little stay-at-home date was ruined.

Sensing your feelings Steven pulls you into a hug.

"It's alright, yeah? It happens. Not gonna lie, I'm a bit bummed out that I can't eat your delicious food but we can still order in, hm? Maybe watch something too?"

You lean into your boyfriend and nod. Steven's genuine nature always managing to make you feel better. You turn around in his arms and look deep into his eyes.

"You put some clothes on and I order dinner, OK? I promise I won't burn that one."

Steven answers you with a laugh, smiling brightly and eyes shining.

"Sounds perfect, love. You pick the food, I pick the movie. Sounds fair yeah?"

You nod, returning his smile.

"Sounds perfect."

#steven grant/reader #Steven Grant #Moon knight #Moon knight fanfic #steven grant x reader #fanfic request #Fran-writes

[queenpiranhadon]

♕ ⎸⎸𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 ⎸⎸ ♕

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fuzzysoulyt!! The HCH fit me and Nyota were writing is on hiatus, but we wanted to drop the prologue for your birthday :) This was written by me, along with an old oc. Looks like Luna and Lucas aren't the only children of the Nocturne family.. Here's my masterlist! Dividers by @cafekitsune

Warning(s): Child neglect, child labor (?), mean parents, idk what else

Pairing(s): None :)

With the land on one side and the sea on the other… 

Curious eyes looked around the pavilion as a sweet melody trickled out from a trio of young girls at the center of it all. Two of them carried instruments, one on the harp and the other on something that resembled a long necked banjo. But the smallest of the three captivated everyone’s attention. As the older two began to pluck at their strings, the youngest started to sing a bittersweet tune. 

I may not miss my ma, but I’ll miss you, brother. 

Everyone in the bustling area stool still, whether they were buying goods or selling them, playing with their friends or watching over the child that was, or even the stray dogs that trotted around for scraps would stop to listen. 

But I cannot live in a land I don’t call home, a home where I don’t belong. 

The little girl sang, and sang to her heart’s content, her voice smooth and alluring like a siren’s song. Slowly but surely, people started crowding the three girls, transfixed by their small harmony, nobles and peasants alike. A few even emptied their pockets to surface a few copper coins that they placed at the trio’s feet. 

So, forgive me for all the pain I’ve caused, forgive me and move on. 

By now there was a small pile of coins at their feet, copper, silver and gold alike, as the sun slowly but surely set beneath the horizon in the distance. But the crowd was simply unable to move, unable to leave this sad little song, but whether it was because of  pity, or personal attachment, no one would ever know.  

Because it’s the world out there that’s meant for me, not the life I’ve been forced to live. 

By now it was pitch black, only the stars and moon were there for light as all the lanterns had gone out due to lack of maintenance, but the moonlight still shone upon the three girls, as if it wanted to hear their song too. The banjo’s notes glided along, providing the somber tone the song implied, but the harp played a happier tune, one that complimented the melody but still showed a mood that was wild and free.  

And everyone’s accusing me of taking, but I’ve got nothing but my name to give. 

Two figures wove their way through the crowd sitting silently in that back, but just enough so that the performers could see them. But everyone around them didn’t notice, still transfixed, as the song came to its closing verses. 

My only regret is the hearts that I broke, the mistakes that I never forgave. 

The harp plucked out one last melody, as did the banjo, leaving the last time acapella. The audience went eerily silent, awaiting the last line, and finally the little girl looked at the two figures in the back, with a glint in her eye. 

But now what are you going to do, when I finally lay down in my grave. 

She finished with a cadence from the harp, before plastering a smile on her face, beaming out to the audience.  

“Thanks for meeting with us tonight! We are the Nocturne Triplets, and we hope to see you again!” 

The three bowed in sync, something that seemed unnervingly practiced to the suspicious eye, but everyone was too busy applauding them and talking amongst themselves to notice. And once they finally dispersed, the two figures approached them, throwing back their hoods to reveal the same raven hair and pastel eyes that the trio shared.  

“You three did good. Perhaps we can have a nice soup and a roast for supper today. Lucille, I expect nothing better from you, you were magnificent as usual.” The female said, acknowledging the tallest, who clutched her banjo tightly, flinching slightly at the name but sending the two a wry smile. 

“Lunarella, your harp skills are getting sloppy, so you are not allowed to leave the house until you master Sencen’s 6th Symphony by tomorrow at sundown,” the male chastised, matching the frown the middle child in question sent him. 

“And Lumira.” The woman looked at the youngest with distaste. “Keep that attitude in check.” 

And with that, the two filled their pockets with the hard earned coin the sisters had earned and began to walk away, calling for Lucille to follow, not bothering about the other two.  

Lumira was quick to follow, running up to her parents, irritated, stepping in front of them to block their path home.  

“What about us?” she asked, throwing her hands up. 

The male quirked an eyebrow. “What on earth are you talking about?”  

“Our pay! We worked hard to earn that coin; don’t we deserve our own share?” 

The two looked at each other before bursting out in laughter, a cruel sound really.  

“Oh, Lumira,” the female said with false concern. “The only thing you’re good for is your voice.” 

And with that they pushed her aside without an afterthought, leaving Lucille and Luna to comfort their sister, whose eyes bubbled with furious tears that threatened to spill out.  

The three walked home, hand in hand, after their parents, but Lumira vowed that they would get that they deserved. She didn’t know how, but her parents were rats, people who do what they want to get their hands on coin. The sisters weren’t even triplets, Lunarella and Lucille were twins, and Lumira was born two years after, but they called themselves triplets for what their parents’ called “image”. And Lumira was done with lying, she was tired of it.  

And that day was the day she promised herself no one would take advantage of her and her sisters again. 

#high class homos lucas #high class homos luna #high class homos lunarella #lunarella nocturne #luna nocturne #luna high class homos #lunarella high class homos #high class homos #lucas high class homos #lumira nocturne

[villagerain]

@steeleidolon --

It is as public as a public venue can be -- more or less. Not precisely the highest class of bars, End of the Line resides in the sliver between the transit station and the corkscrew tunnel vehicle access, and serves grounders who may need to wait for the train until last call as much as it serves Plate-dwellers looking for a taste of the underbelly without the grime of Wall Market.

It may as well be a speakeasy lifted from fifty years ago and deposited three hundred meters above the ground. Nicotine-stained brick and amber lights, wrought iron cup-stools, plush leather benches worn to a patina, a dark hardwood bar, real wood and brass in an age of synthetics, all paint a picture of run-down opulence.

And then there's the karaoke setup. Kunsel descends to whistles, the odd catcall, a tossed-crumpled gil note (with a phone number, it looks like), and then jeers as he cedes the stage and the microphone to an unsteady salaryman who is ruddy-faced and eager for the next song. Must be a regular. It's early yet as these places go and the crowd isn't that large.

Kunsel is mostly out of regs, not that over-knee boots and fitted trousers are terribly uncommon. The hug of long-sleeved mesh and angle-patterned dark fabric draw attention away from the lambent gleam of eyes in the dark. Not to say he did not bring the other half of his uniform--it's within sight in the clear-paneled gun cabinet behind the bar. Swords and coat, right next to someone's shotgun. Maybe the barkeep's. Maybe not.

Playing by the rules and all.

Kunsel helps himself to a perch on a stool right nearby with an air of sprezzatura he may not feel at the eerily familiar face.

"Oof. Why are you looking at me in that tone of voice?" He manages wry as he orders something strong and citrus-forward. Maybe he'll even get to finish it. "Was it that bad?"

A Turk outside of uniform is still a Turk. Balto has eschewed the usual suit jacket and white shirt for a satin, navy blue shirt buttoned up to his collarbone and white slacks, but he is not here without purpose. That delineation between profession and personal does not exist for him anymore. The higher you climb, the older you get, the smaller the view out that window becomes. 

SOLDIER First Class, Kunsel. Newly promoted. Not his usual type, but that hardly matters. 

Balto keeps his head bowed, providing his undivided attention as his companion’s rich baritenor shares space with the warmth from old-fashioned, power hungry incandescents and exposed brickwork walls. 

He's already nursing a drink by the time Kunsel snakes his way back through the rounded tables with their glossy, vinyl black marble finish. The ball of ice in his glass bobs on its amber bed as he sets it down and leans against the bartop on one elbow with his body angled towards Kunsel.

"You could benefit from vocal training." There's something resembling a grin on his face, more in his eyes than the line of his mouth as he meets Kunsel’s gaze over the top of his glasses. "It wasn't bad, objectively speaking."

Good enough to impress the crowd, although the reception of most any performance always improves with a pretty face.  

“I can’t complain anyway.” If not for a direct invitation to attend, he’d be sitting out in the cold on the rooftop right about now, half-asleep with a headset on. Good to know the brutal honesty approach isn’t a total wash. “So, why the change of heart?”

Balto breaks eye contact briefly to glance at the bartender as she slides an eye wateringly bright, orange cocktail across the way.

“Sector Eight Cocktail.” She looks between the two men beneath a fringe of brown bangs, guessing at their association perhaps, before the curiosity drowns somewhere in the need to address the demands of the bar’s other patrons. Attractive in the conventional sense, despite the fake lashes and dramatic winged liner. Balto catches her attention before she can turn away by wiggling his fingers ‘hello.’ 

“Hey pretty miss, I’ll have one too, please.”

#steeleidolon #kunsel. #we're borrowing time 'til the sunlight comes -- steeleidolon. #[ ν ] – εγλ 0001 - 0007.

[nightshadow1607]

surprise guest (march, 2022)

In the improvised living room of the tiny decayed apartment, Hitoshi and Himiko play Uno while listening to the rain outside. Darkness almost engulfs the room, illuminated by the candles’ light and the occasional lightning from the storm.

The blonde girl stares at her cards with a frown. Hitoshi is smiling, like a pest, wrapped around a fluffy blanket, quietly sniffing and scratching Mutt, their cat, on his lap, eerily reminding Himiko of a supervillain. Dabi lays on the floor, staring at the ceiling, bored to death, and once in a while, he pauses to yawn and pat Ashtray, their other cat.

“I won,” Hitoshi sing-songs, his voice sounding constipated.

“Damnit,” Himiko huffs, throwing her Uno cards away. “You cheated.”

“How do you cheat in fucking Uno?”

“I don’t know! That’s why I think you cheated.” She crosses her arms, pouting. “We could play something else.”

“You guys could play Shut The Fuck Up,” Dabi intrudes, grumpy. “It’s already 3 a.m. Why do we have to stay awake anyway?”

“Because Izu is the only one who can fix the generator,” Hitoshi rolls his eyes. “And because Himiko didn’t want to be alone. You were the one who suggested Uno anyway.”

The older grunts and flips him off. Himiko giggles and swiftly kidnaps Ashtray, making Dabi squawk in surprise. He is on the couch in an instant, trying to put Himiko in a chokehold or steal Ashtray, who is surprisingly still sleeping. The sick boy groans in annoyance, ready to hear the door knocking and Shizaki-san complainings because of the noise. He even can feel his headache growing.

Before Hitoshi can separate the fight, the lights turn on again. Himiko cheers and Dabi takes the opportunity to steal Ashtray. The cat wakes up with a startled meow and attacks his face before scurrying off, leaving him to suffer.

“Fucking asshole,” Hitoshi hears Dabi mumble.

“Zuku is back!”

“Took him long enough,” he says, instantly sneezing.

It doesn’t take long to them to hear the sound of keys. For a moment, nothing happens. He hears Izuku’s whispers behind the door, and Hitoshi gets up to open it for Izuku. He unlocks the door and almost chokes. Himiko gasps and Dabi starts to have a coughing fit on the couch.

“I’m home!” Izuku says.

They stare silently. Hitoshi is pretty sure they have been in silence for 10 minutes.

“Hey, Izuku. Whatcha got there?” Himiko breaks the silence. She asks with a careful tone, almost like she is talking to a cornered animal. But, to be fair, the little girl in his arms could easily compare to one.

Her bright red eyes are wide-open, clearly focused on the unknown people in the apartment, and she is shaking like a leaf, even though she has Izuku’s vigilante jacket over her shoulders. They notice silver mattered hair under the hood and the almost well-hidden horn on the right side of her forehead. She has multiple bandages wrapped around her legs, and she doesn’t have shoes.

“Coffee. Eraser sent his regards to Hypnos,” Izuku says. He bounces the girl to adjust her while he tries to balance a coffee tray with his free hand.

The three stare at the boy until they understand he won’t explain himself without encouragement. Hitoshi sighs and asks.  “Do you need help?”

“Yes, please!” Izuku chirps. “Oh, and don’t get too close to Eri. She doesn’t like it.”

Hitoshi nods absently and approaches in slow steps. He takes the tray from the green-haired boy, pulls one of the cups, and takes a sip. He hums for a moment before staring at his brother, dead in the eye.

“Explain.”

--

was looking through my old drafts again and found this, enjoy! :D

#shinsou hitoshi #midoriya izuku #dabi #toga himiko #mha eri #fanfic #drabble

[a-bit-too-much-of-a-pokemon-fan]

Oops, forgot to post my early review of Violet

I found this just chilling in the drafts of my main blog, so I'm gonna post my initial review of Pokémon Violet here, then follow up on it with thoughts now that I'm on my seventh playthrough (sixth Nuzlocke, third Hardcore Nuzlocke).

When I was in the midst of catching Pokémon and progressing the story of Violet, it hit me that I was having some of the most fun I’ve ever had playing Pokémon. The fact that the game runs so abysmally is all the more tragic because other than that, I’m tempted to say this is one of the best games in the franchise. I grew up on Platinum, and White/White 2 are my overall favorites, but Violet is creeping real close. Performance aside, I think the biggest weakness is one that most open world games suffer from—a fragmented story. It’s eerily similar to Breath of the Wild in that sense. The story that’s there is really good, but the world design leads to a loose execution. Compared to Skyward Sword and Pokémon Gen 5, which are suffocatingly linear but deliver a tightly executed story that hits all the right beats at all the right points.

That’s the crazy thing about Violet, too. The story isn’t just good because of the characterizations and themes. The dialogue is just straight up good. It feels like you’re talking to real people and not video game npcs, or at least the most like it we’ve gotten in Pokémon. The localization was clearly done by people who are young and/or in touch. There are so many little gems. A gym leader who is a streamer and tells her audience to smash the subscribe button? The earnest but out of touch school headmaster asking you what “cheugy” means? It’s so good.

I’m surprised with how well the three-prong story fits and comes all together in the end. The gym challenge in your standard Pokémon romp and is fun but honestly the least interesting of the three. Arven and Team Star’s stories are genuinely well-written and touching. They both start kind of weird and forced, but they grew on me really fast.

Alright, and the music is fucking fantastic. Pokémon has always had great music. That’s probably the coldest take in this post. But there are some serious hits in this score. The East Province themes, Team Star themes, and very spoiler-heavy, late-game songs are so, so good. They made a great choice bringing Toby Fox in for more tracks.

In terms of the game design though, I’m a huge fan. Terastylizing is probably the most interesting battle gimmick since double battles introduced in Gen 3. The regional Pokédex is a nice balance of mons from every generation and sits at a very respectable number of 400 Pokémon. I just caught myself a whole living dex up thru Gen 6, so for this playthrough I chose to only use new (Gen 8 and 9) Pokémon. Still, I came into it knowing I wanted to catch every mon I can. I was struck by just how much encounter variety there is. On a second playthrough where I allow mons from Gen 7 and earlier, I can see myself using a completely different team.

Ah, my team. My companions for this adventures were as follows: Zaza the Meowscarada, Li’l Buddy the Pawmot, Blaze the Ceruledge, False Knees the Corviknight, Honey Bun the Dachsbun, Connie the Frosmoth, and the late substitution for False Knees to cover my crippling weakness to fire-types: Norm the Veluza. I can and will go in depth into this team and what I love about it, but suffice it to say that Weed Cat was a great starter.

I do think I’ll need a second playthrough a while down the road before I can say if I love this game, but it’s easily one of my favorites in the series. Again, that’s why it’s poor performance sucks so much. I really, really like Violet, but it can be miserable to play sometimes. I know it can be so much better then it is. So let’s get to the elephant in the room.

Gamefreak needs to slow down. From what I saw of Sword and Shield (I skipped these ones), there are points where you can tell corners had to be cut. The problem became obvious with Legends Arceus. I love the gameplay, music, art direction, and all the little experiments the designers took, but holy Arceus above, the game looks like ass. If the devs were given more time, it could have looked so much better. And now we’re here with Scarlet and Violet. The art direction is strong but it’s obvious in one look that the devs were rushed. The only parts of the game that don’t consistently drop frames are the Tera raid battles. I’m sure there are countless people listing every performance issue, so I’ll stop there.

The devs need more time to put out their best work, and the Gamefreak and Pokémon Company execs know that. But. Their main audience is children. As a former child myself, I know that children have no taste or sense of quality. Unless the game is literally unplayable and crashes every other minute, kids will not notice the myriad performance issues. So they will continue to ask their parents to buy them the games, and the games will continue being purchased. The share of Pokémon fans who are A) adults, and B) concerned with the state of the games and franchise, is tiny compared to the primary audience. So unless the next game is so rushed that it actually sells as terribly as it runs, things will never change.

So,,, yeah. I give it a 6/10. Fix the performance and I’d give it a 9.5/10. Good game. They gave me a weed cat.

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Alright, that was the review I wrote on December 31st, six days after I got the game. I had just finished my vanilla playthrough of the game. I'm even more conflicted on the score now than I was before. I think I'll itemize it then revisit the overall score.

Music: Easy 10/10. Banger after banger here. Battle themes, boss themes, town themes, area themes, oh man. Almost everything is great. There are some tracks I aren't the biggest fan of, namely the West Province theme and variants. But the sheer quantity of songs I like, and the phenomenal use of adaptive music makes up for it.

Story: 8/10. Easily the strongest story of the series in terms of writing quality and dialogue. I don't have much more to say than what I wrote in December. It loses points on having that weaker execution than Black and White, and if I'm being honest, it still doesn't compare to the better-written non-Pokémon games I've played. Halo 4 or Undertale, anyone?

Trainer/Boss Battles: 7/10. Where are the healing items? Where are the switch-ins? Random trainer battles aren't always easy, granted. The trainers with black dialogue boxes (the strongest trainer of each area) are no joke, especially in Nuzlockes. Boss battles though. Thematically, always reserving their ace for last then Terastallizing works very well. It makes the battles much more predictable. I can definitely feel the lack of healing items, which reduces the amount of strategizing needed. I also dock points for removing set mode. That was legitimately the only form of a difficulty option in this game and they turned it into another input and a time loss every time you KO an opponent's Pokémon. It's especially frustrating when I return to Violet after playing earlier games that have the option. Overall enjoyable though.

Wild Pokémon Battles: 10/10. Phenomenal. Perfect, even. Continuing the mapping of Pokéballs to the X button instead of needing to go into the bag is perfect. Makes catching smoother. Pokéball animations are much faster. Roaming encounters are such a welcome change from random encounters. The only problem with them is that they complicate Nuzlockes, but that's really not the designers' fault.

Accessibility: 1/10. Abysmal. Disclaimer that I almost never use any accessibility options in games because I don't need them. But there's no options for disabling or toning down animations. No button remapping. No color blindness options. No text options beside changing the speed. Forgive me if I forgot some. Again, I don't use them so I don't usually think consciously about it. Besides, GameFreak forgot all of them. I give one point because falling of cliffs is made harder by a buffer, and you can warp back up if you do fall. Nintendo-published games need to have more accessibility options and I can't believe they keep getting away with their absence of options.

Presentation: 4/10. Oh, this is rough. Character and Pokémon models are fantastic, manmade structures are great, but almost everything natural looks terrible. I don't see any anti-aliasing. It's terribly optimized. Performance issues abound. And what's with the pace of battles? The higher ups needed to let the devs and QA teams cook. Damn.

Overall: ... 8/10. In some ways, ScarVio knocks it out of the park. In others, it falls flat on its face. But the most important part to me personally is whether the game is fun. And I stand by my previous take. It's some of the most fun I've had in Pokémon game. If my seven playthroughs (four complete, two Nuzlocke wipes, one in progress) are any indication, I like this game quite a lot.

#pokemon #pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet and violet #my review #woof that's a long one

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Strap in, because I made a thing.

So, I've been getting close to the end of FFXIV Endwalker and the expansion has been immensely therapeutic to my general outlook on life. So much so that I took a look at a song from another game that I wholly love with all of my heart, Elden Ring.

For those of you who are unaware, Elden Ring, is fucking depressing. So much so that [SPOILER ALERT] the choice to end creation as a whole is a genuine option as an ending to the game's storyline visa vi the Frenzied Flame ending. In order to get this ending you must traverse catacombs underneath the royal capital of Lyndell and find a crypt where several unfortunate souls reside, all of which are husks of their former selves.

The atmosphere is truly heart wrenching and it is dead quiet save for a single individual who plays this song repeatedly on a stringed instrument. Various fans have created their own lyrics to the song, an example of which follows:

Though our hearts have been laid low, In this hole we're home. If this be the Golden Order, May chaos take the world.

This theme of despair and wanting suffering to end and resigning oneself to oblivion is [SPOILER ALERT] a very prominent theme in the Endwalker expansion, one that is eerily similar to that of Elden Ring's more depressing storylines. However the other main theme of Endwalker that speaks to me is, though while suffering and strife are readily apparent in this world, we continue on. In Melina's words in the bed of the three fingers, she herself says, "If you intend to claim the frenzied flame, I ask that you cease. It is not to be meddled with. It is chaos, devouring life and thought unending. However ruined this world has become, however mired in torment and despair... life endures, births continue. There is beauty in that, is there not?"

Her words never truly resonated with me until I made my way through the main storyline of Endwalker and after making it to [SPOILER ALERT] Ultima Thule, the environment, the music that plays when you hear it, all have a resemblance to me of the aftermath and song of the bed of the Frenzied Flame. So with that in mind, I created my own lyrics and have found a lovely creator on youtube by the name of Ali & Strings that I think fit these new lyrics quite well. though I only have one verse at the moment, I hope you still enjoy it all the same.

Though our worlds have been laid bare, We shall still fight on. Life endures, the fires warming, We shall march to the dawn.

If you've read this far, I thank you for your time.

#ffxiv #ff14 endwalker #elden ring #frenzied flame #merchant song #unendingrantlmao #Youtube

[achy-boo]

Girls' Bedrooms in Sapphire Lake Dorm

Isolabella Tsukii

-This girl gives me a vibe that she likes rooms that is near a forest

-This girl is a bookworm so you can see a cellar door that leads to the underground library where her bed is

-She also loves to watch the rain while drinking a cup of coffee, tea or hot chocolate

-This room is always clean by her and gives off a mature and aesthetic vibes to them.

-If you do not see her anywhere in NRC, she is in her underground library

-You will hear a soft relaxing cafe jazz music and the smell of tea or coffee in the air(she always drinks very sweet tea or coffee do not judge her)

Jeanne Keket

-A purple magical starry bedroom fits Jeanne very well due to her love for purple and the stars

-Behind the full mirror is a hidden part of her room where Jeanne can relax by herself with her thoughts to her

-You might see the others checking in on her from time to time while giving her something to drink and eat

-You also might see Tsukii or Dawn give Jeanne a book to read

-You will smell of fall in the background

-Magical aesthetic music is also played in the background

Nightshade Libya

-As Nightshade is the puppeteer herself, giving her a doll like vibe room will be perfect her but instead of all white some of it is different shades of blue

-On the right is where Night dance with her puppets and dolls

-You might see Night moved around like she is a puppet herself(which happens often so do not worry)

-The smell of rosemary and cinnamon has been in this room while a more french vanilla is in the second picture

-The first pic: you will hear doll music playing in the background which slowly turn more haunting and creepy as time goes on

-The second pic: the song varies but the main one is a Kinjirareta Asobi[A song from the anime Rozen Maiden ((please watch that anime it is so good!!)) ]

Dawn Libya

-Dawn's bedroom based on both the vampire and Gothic vibes she will have when you meet her

-Like Night, she also have her own dance hall but instead of puppets and dolls, its the souls of her past victims dancing with her

-Dawn will move like a puppet as well as Night and you will see them dancing together in eerily sync

-If Night's bedroom has a sweet scent,then Dawn's room will have a different scent: It is a Flamingo Beach but if you smell very carefully..you will smell blood in her room

-The music in Dawn's room varies like Night's room but this time its It's Spiral by DUSTZ from the 2011 anime Blood C opening full.

Girls' Secret Hangout in Sapphire Lake Dorm

-This is the secret hangout of the girls

-This is where the girls can hangout in secrecy without others being NOSY!

-You can access this with a hidden mirror in Jeanne's room and the code is 'Let Secrets be hidden forever'

@anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress @marrondrawsalot

#The Theater is taking its rest #Sapphire Lake Dorm #twst fandorm

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Black Duck—S-T (Thrill Jockey)

Photo by Evan Jenkins

Black Duck by Black Duck

Chicago is the kind of town where it sometimes seems that everyone has played with everyone else, and indeed within and even across genres including jazz, post-rock, improvised music, folk, blues, electronics and even contemporary classical music, cross pollination proliferates. So it is not exactly surprising to see two Ryley Walker duet partners join forces with a Tortoise founder, who has himself, at times, played with both of them, and in more than one project. Black Duck might be an enduring musical undertaking or a one-off permutation of the Windy City’s considerable talent pool. Either way, it’s a winner.

To be specific, Black Duck is made up of Bill MacKay, Doug McCombs and Charles Rumback, all three of them artists whose work ranges across genres and puts them into contact with each other in a variety of contexts. Just for instance, when I went to see Meg Baird in Chicago last year, Doug McCombs was playing in her band as well as Chris Forsyth’s outfit, and Bill MacKay stood just off stage waiting to be called up by Forsyth. Rumback wasn’t there that night, but you get the idea. Bands are a fluid thing in Chicago.

MacKay’s main instrument is guitar—and his playing ranges from finger-picked folk to raging electric distortion to eerily beautiful slide. McCombs is best known for playing bass in Tortoise, for his multi-instrumental work in Brokeback and for turning up whenever musicians need help finding a groove. Rumback is a drummer with a background in jazz and a strong melodic sense; in his duets with Ryley Walker, he served as an equal partner, driving the song forward as much as the guitarist. In Black Duck, they draw on many different aspects of their respective, eclectic backgrounds, flitting freely from sun-drenched cosmic country, to driving kraut rock, to radiant, enveloping ambiences, all played so expertly that it seems effortless, though it probably isn’t.

Consider, for instance, “Of the Lit Back Yards, the trippy country daydream that kicks off the album, brushes shuffling, bass grumbling, guitar dripping unhurried sweetness. If a roadhouse bar band died and went to heaven, it might sound a lot like this. It has almost nothing in common with the driving blues vamp that powers “Delivery,” bass line licking flames around a motorik beat, and yet the two sit comfortably one track away from one other in the sequencing. What’s between them is even more incongruous, the shivering atmospheres and rolling thunder of “Foothill Daze” (oh, hey, there’s that unearthly slide I was talking about). And yet different as these tracks are, they fit together in a strange surreal way, like the soundtrack to a movie you don’t quite understand, and they are undeniably beautiful.

To my ears, “Lemon Treasure,” near the end, does the best job at bringing all these different elements together. It pulses like a locomotive. It dreams like a lotus eater. It lets notes of soap bubble delicacy bloom alongside rough-riding rhythms. It’s an irresistible groove and an opium vision, and when you think about it, who else could have made this track? These three guys, that’s who. Long live Black Duck.

Jennifer Kelly

#black duck #thrill jockey #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #bill mackay #doug mccombs #charles rumback #chicago #jazz #improv #folk #krautrock #blues

[dumpsterhipster]

OKAY I know the OC ask you posted is more aimed at TES OCs but I saw the first bullet and it *INSPIRED* me to answer about Rose!! Hoping this will give me a little push to start Blueshift, preferably sometime before I turn 40 lol.

Do they know their parents? What are (or were) they like? How was their relationship?

WELL about that! Rose's parents are super dead! And she's not bitter about it, not at all! No but seriously, she had a lovely (if brief) childhood, and now that she's estranged from most of her blood family, the only info she gets about them comes from a man who was super in love with her mother (and also responsible for her death, though Rose doesn't know it!!). So needless to say Rose has kind of this warped, idealistic view of her parents, especially of her mother. I haven't figured out whether I want to subvert this later in the narrative, but it provides a very fun, raw button to press throughout. >:)

Are they edgy? Tell me how edgy they are I want to see who can beat Meri.

So fucking edgy, oh my god. Like think My Immortal edgy LOL. I guess this comes from me having invented Rose when I was going through my own Ebony Dark'ness phase, but I'm hoping to smooth out some of that edge in the reboot. Her dead parents and drug addiction will still play a large part in her story arc, but I want to make her more relatable and less of a NLOG :)

What is one song you associate with them?

Perhaps a bit on the nose but "The Mother We Share" by CHVRCHES has followed Rose for a long time! It reflects her relationship with her brother very (almost eerily) well and really fits the vibe of the story.

Thank you for letting me vomit this nonsense in your asks! Now if only I could start planning this fic for real! :D

OHOHOHO THANK YOU MY FRIEND FOR GIFTING ME THIS DELICIOUS MEAL. definitely not restricted to tes ocs, I want EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING. and this is great. I love her dumb edgy traumatised ass. I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO START BLUESHIFT AAAAAAAA :gib: :gib: :gib:

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Came across your play list just now WAS NOT EXPECTING IT TO BE SO EMOTIONALY HARDCORE IT WAS SO GOOD

wanted to recommend a song called " Baby Hotline" by Jack Stauber's micropop. jack Stauber along with Mazie have a lot of songs that I think capture the spirit & themes of DHMIS eerily well so I would recommend checking all of them out some time but this one especially in relation to fluffy bird. (There are some sexual undertones in the song so I apologise in advance but I swear it doesn't affect the emotions and symbolism and it really does fit the despair, dejectedness, the idea of "wishing there was a better world for the both of us" & undelaying emotional torment repressed with a carefree yet melancholy facade, & it draws heavy parallels to episode six of the web series "food" with the whole telephone motif.( I can go down a whole ass rabbit hole and break down each and every word in the lyrics & how it all correlates with cannon & what we know of the character's relationships with/ How they feel about each other now but I'm sure I'd come off as annoying and this is already getting unnecessarily long XD)

(Love love love all of your DHMIS analyses posts and au's just wanted to recommend this thing that has been plaguing my head for the past week have a nice day!)

OOH i have heard that song a couple times! i love jack stauber for dhmis mixes the vibes of his songs match the show so well.

and i think it does fit pretty well! like just giving the lyrics a once-over. man. and i LOVE my telephone motifs when it comes to dhmis so this is great! every day i am on the lookout for phone-related songs that i can fit onto playlists tone- or lyric-wise. otome kaibou is on that playlist partially because of its vague "giving the other person a call" framing

(+ no need to apologize for the sexual undertones like my playlist already has so many sex jokes on it so i'm totally cool with it)

(+ thank you for the appreciation for my stuff!)

#am.ask