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asiandra-dash · 1 year

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Do you have any headcanons about Genshin characters with instruments or just music in general?

↪ Characters: Alhaitham, Ayaka, Ayato, Childe, Kazuha

↪ Warnings: None,,, Except swearing and maybe a bit of violence (Childe) if those count lol

↪ Notes: Ohoho anon as a violinist, person who keeps saying they can't sing but everyone else says they can, and slaps on music the second they wake up, you bet I have some. I have many many MANY more hcs with more Genshin characters but I don't wanna make this too long even though it's pretty long already so I'm just keeping this to five characters for now but feel free to send another ask about this :>

Kazuha

He plays the guitar

But he plays the flute too

A flute is more portable than a guitar lol

The leaf is a substitute when he doesn't have his flute

He usually borrows a guitar if he wants to play it

If he's wandering and the region he's in happens to have something going on with a little bit of music he might stop by

It's nice to know about the local music, maybe he could try and play it a bit or write a haiku about it

He's not really good at singing

But his humming is quite soothing and comforting

Sometimes he'll find himself humming a small tune he heard or made up while traveling

Alhaitham

He doesn't care

Mostly

He won't admit that some of it sounds good

Kaveh annoys him about it sir please go get a dose of music

If he wanted to he could try to play something

He's okay at most instruments though he doesn't find much of a reason to play them

He sucks ass at air instruments

He'd touch a piano for the first time and once he figured out the basics he'd ace easy and medium level songs and never touch one again

Kaveh always annoys him about it because he wants to know how he does it

Alhaitham would brush him off he doesn't care let him read and do his job

But Kaveh will not let go of this until he find how how he does it

He can't sing

Not well anyways

Also don't tell anyone but he sometimes plays the cello

Childe

Mmmmmm music is amazing

Especially if it's good music for thinking about murder /hj

No but really he enjoys any music

He is absolutely a violin player

But be careful when he has the bow in his hand

He might stab you with it

Probably replaced his bow a few times doing that lol

Either you DO NOT let him pick up a bow when he's having even a little bit of murderous thoughts or BACK UP WITH PROTECTION

He might stab someone with the bow, you never know, and if it snaps oh boy the splinters...

Stabby stabby stabby

Someone stop him

He will not break the violin though it's hard to find a really good quality instrument

He's trying guitar

He sounds okay but it still sucks

As a person who has literally every Childe cover in their playlist he can absolutely sing

It's SO GOOD SHFSUHFUIOSDJGFIUWABFVJDFIHDGYESBF

Ayato

He's fucking tone deaf

He can't sing or play shit

This part is only here because I thought it would be funny

How nice it would be to hear Ayaka's playing and singing...

BUT in another version where he ISN'T tone deaf

He still doesn't play any instrument

He really likes Ayaka's playing and singing

If she ever says she is bad he will not let her live with that and try and find a way to make her think she's good

Most of the time it works

He prefers humming over singing, especially when he's working

When he sings it's literally the best fucking thing you have ever heard he sounds so perfect

And he'll deny every compliment saying that it's not that good and others can do better

Sir no you sound like a fucking angel shut up

No one not even himself knows how he can sing that well I guess he was just born like that

Ayaka

Absolute opposite of Ayato (The first part)

She got all the music genes

She loves music

She plays quite a few instruments but her favorites are the Koto, Kokyu, and Shamisen

Ayaka can sing

Mostly

Kind of

It's not the best but at least it's passable

She wishes she could sing and/or play for her brother but she can't :(

Even if he couldn't play an instrument anyways why couldn't he at least have not be tone deaf

Anyways in the other one where Ayato is NOT tone deaf

Sometimes Ayato will listen to Ayaka playing or singing when he has the time

Which isn't often considering the loads of work he has

Sometimes she hears her brother humming/singing and wishes she could be as good

Why did he get the good singing genes :( oh well she can play instruments so it's fair enough

She's asked multiple times if he ever has free time if he wanted to sing something while she played but he always finds some kind of excuse to say no

Ayaka has started suspecting that but hey, he's a busy man

And the excuses are mostly true so

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thestarsands · 1 year

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When you want Netflix/Amazon/Anyone to make an AFTG show you start to write the start of the script for them

(Opening shots of Exy. Bodies smashing against each other. Someone being knocked over and getting mud splashed on them and immediately getting up. Ball gets thrown into the goal.)*

(Harsh cuts from the act to the bleachers where the game is obviously over)

(First shot of Neil: his mud covered feet dangling lazily off the bleachers, one of the soles of his shoe is obviously coming off and Neil keeps moving his toes so that the sole keeps hitting his foot.)

(Shot of the field being packed up by the students. It is quiet, save for a distant chatter of families and Exy players.)

(Cuts to a lighter and a cigarette being lit as the camera follows the cigarette to Neil’s mouth and zooms out to include Neil’s eyes)

[A steady drum beat starts and continues to get fast–]**

(As Neil breaths in, he closes his eyes and the screen flickers, flashes fire and his mother, his own face horrified, covered in soot being compared to his current face. All in time with the sound)

[Mary’s words echo in the background, distorted but fighting for control over the drums. Everything keeps exhilarating, getting faster]

[–Until–]

Coach Hernandez: “I didn't see your parents at the game”

(Drums stop and camera moves out of focus of Neil’s face to reveal Hernandez standing next to him)

(Neil breathes out annoyed)

Neil Josten: “They're out of town”

Coach Hernandez: “Still or again?”

* [Good point to show the credits there] [Whatever music is playing in the background will be a tone setter but I can imagine anything from the Joker cello’s playing over top to Cherry Bomb so take that as you will]

** (This drum beat is a broken down version of Neil’s main lemotif which is basically Run Boy Run in my head)

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #the foxhole court #tell me if you want to continue writing this #clearing out my drafts #found this in my drafts #andrew x neil #andrew minyard

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squadrah · 2 years

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Thoughts on how well each La Squadra Member can sing or just musical talents they have :3

Oh hehe, as someone fond of the idea that they sometimes do karaoke at the neighborhood gay bar, I am rubbing my little hands together.

Risotto: I headcanon him as somewhat tone deaf, so though he has a good voice, he sounds rather flat when he tries. For one extremely indulgent musical ask I gave him a harmonica, and it would be fun to retain that. His own Metallica-made harmonica, imagine...

Formaggio: His voice is nothing to write home about, but he can sing along to the vast majority of songs he hears, and his delivery is playful enough to make it enjoyable. I could see him with a ukulele or guitar, though he would be a very casual player.

Prosciutto: I love to headcanon him as being the best singer of the group because of his voice actor being a lead singer in his band, so he's the karaoke champion. Used to be able to play the violin rather well, but has grown rusty since his youth.

Pesci: Loves to and wants to sing, but his voice is kind of grating on the ears despite the fact that he has absolute pitch. Tragic. I feel like musical instruments were missing from his education, but if he ever tried to learn, he could get really good.

Ghiaccio: If he sings, it had better be something energetic and loud so he can actually vent his feelings while he's at it. The only instrument I could see him care about is drums, because let's face it, he would love to bash whatever he's having.

Melone: Has a pleasant voice and his delivery is rather soothing, so even when the song is out of his range, he manages pretty well. As I typed out his name, I had this vision of him playing a flute, so imagine him snake-charming Baby Face Laptop.

Illuso: If he wasn't so nervous and conceited in turns, he could be up there with Prosciutto, but as is he picks his songs very carefully and sings sparingly. I could see him playing piano a la that one video where the guy shows you how to pretend to be good at it.

Sorbet: He has but a passable voice, but at least he's indifferent to success and therefore sings more often than the more nervous ones and is well received. Musical education might be missing here, but he might have enjoyed the cello or the harp.

Gelato: His voice is average, but he sings with such gusto and zest that he can make it go a long way, and won't stop until he's hoarse. I feel like he got into music casually, and would absolutely shred with a saxophone or trombone.

#jjba #la squadra #risotto nero #formaggio #prosciutto #pesci #ghiaccio #melone #illuso #sorbet #gelato #squadrah headcanons #squadrah original

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oldguy56-world · 6 months

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Revenge of the Nerds

Full disclosure. I have a hard time figuring out when getting revenge is the right thing or avenging is the right thing. I know one involves when something is done to you and the other is when something is done to someone else, but there is a blurry line between the pair. In either case it is about trying to make something right that is very wrong. It is a cautionary tale however. There are times when you just need to let it be.

An example of that takes place in boxing or MMA fighting. You have just had your face pounded in during a severe one sided pummeling. Usually the loser can be heard asking for a rematch to avenge the loss. (or is it a rematch so he can get revenge? I am getting a headache.) Is this really what he should be doing? One more blow to his already addled brain and we are talking a lifetime of wearing a drool bucket around his neck.

That example aside, there are things that I see requiring some serious fixing to make this right. I am only bringing up cases that have affected me personally, hurting my way of life and happiness.

Whoever designs food packaging. Stop putting goodies in oversized boxes and bags, raising my hopes of how much is contained. These people should be made to wear oversized clothing all the time, or if they put things in cello bags that are almost impossible to open without scissors, undersized clothes. When I want the food I want it now.

Educators. We were in a store today and one employee called over to another asking 'how much is 9 and 6?'. Seriously? Don't even get me going on spelling and grammar. Each year students should be tested at the end of the year for basic reading, writing and arithmetic. (how in the heck are these 3 r's?) If more than two students fail the basics but are still told they can move on to the next grade the teacher should have to attend mandatory summer school as a student themself. They can't leave until they get it right. Am I avenging the poor undereducated students or getting revenge for having to stand in line while someone takes out a calculator to see how much change to give me when the price is $4 and I give them a $5 bill?

To all the lousy drivers out there that keep cutting me off regardless of if I am driving or walking. I want to be outfitted with a rocket launcher in my car and a laser cannon that fits in my pocket. Retribution would be swift plus it would clear the road nicely.

For anyone that likes to give wedgies develop underwear that emits a toxic nerve gas as soon as the elastic moves past your belt line. Have it local so the only one affected is the one standing directly behind you.

Make it so the doors of stalls in public washrooms cannot open until the toilet is flushed. That'll teach a nice lesson.

If you have a tall neighbor that always looks down at you and calls you shorty, arrange for an NBA player to move in beside them. Watch them sweat as they realize their six foot high fence will not keep out unwanted gazes.

If someone gives you a crappy gift for Christmas or your birthday hang on to it and just give it back next year. Give them an icy stare as they open it. The only thing that is worse than Christmas cake is a year old Christmas cake.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: No one ever made their life better by holding on to a grudge.

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winderlylandchime · 8 months

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2/2*points to the art* YOU SEE THAT?? IM LIKE 89% SURE IS BRIAN! That’s right BRIAN! His BOYFRIEND! Who I’m sure will be here any minute now! WHY ARE YOU GIVING HIM FREE ART? FOR A SONG?!?! Justin, i will personally give you a performance of Row your Boat just stop talking to him, NO JUSTIN! NO YOU WILL NOT GO TO HIS APARTMENT’ ‘Debbie, I swear to God, you better be fucking nice about Ben because otherwise I’m jumping through this tv and turning this show into an episode of CSI’ He is so over this episode that I swear I can see smoke coming out of him. He has no clue what’s coming. ‘My man who are you trying to impress? Your grandpa is somewhere calling you a bitch right now. *mock Ethan in a childish voice* not even your rich successful boyfriend.. THATS CAUSE HIS BOYFRIEND KNOWS THAT ART IS AN ESCAPE YOU LITTLE PRETENTIOUS FUCK. Your jealousy is showing, we get it you got your couch off a street and you wish you were Brian. Oh he had a boyfriend? You’re telling me someone actually willingly spent time with him? Correction: youre telling me that he somehow had a boyfriend that sounds just like Brian? bitch who the fuck are you trying to play right now? justin and I are smarter than this, we see right through the bullsh-i hope that picnic gives you diarrhea’ ‘HE WAS IN THE HOSPITAL FOR THREE DAYS? THREE WHOLE FUCKING DAYS?! AND HIS MAN IS NOW ON SOME OTHER MANS FLOOR EATING CHEESE? AND JUSTIN STILL DOESNT KNOW HE VISITED EVERY DAY?! IM ABOUT TO FUCKING BURN THIS PLACE DOWN TO THE GROUND. THREE FUCKING DAYS! fuck this whole fuck- your man is dying and you still wanna kiss Brian? If i was Ben, id die just to make him feel bad.’ ‘Oh so Justin spent a day with that cello fucker and now he’s coming to Brian with inspiration..i have a feeling this won’t end good or maybe it will gotta stay positive! HELL YEAH BRIAN! Eat and fuck on the floor and make him forget that little weirdo. Oh damn it, was it because he said romantic? THEYRE CUTE! WHY ARE THEY RUINING THINGS…Justin, no offense but 31 is not too old to fuck around. I should know. He’s acting like he should be in retirement home already. *looks at me sad* this is the beginning of the end isn’t it? Please tell me, that next episode that little shit disappears mysteriously.’ He is bouncing his leg so much that the entire couch is shaking. ‘DEB! AND BEN! Debbie, please be nice, ive been so disappointed already. Is this..is this the beginning of something nice between them?’ He is very happy that Emmett didn’t accept the check and he keeps saying that Pickle Guy is smiling at him right now. *jumps in the air* ‘ow. DEBBIE AND BEN LOOK AT THEM! FUCKING FINALLY! Thank god something good happened, i was losing my mind. Okay so basically for her to be nice to you, you almost gotta die..noted’ And he once again groaned so loudly that Im sure the neighbor heard him ‘WHY IS HE BACK! JUSTIN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?! Asshole neighbors? My dude, youre the asshole. JUSTIN STOP LYING. You never even liked violin music?! Who are you and what have you done with the Justin from season 1 and 2 because this is bullshit. he came for his song? Justin, just put a cd on in BRIANS LOFT! Romantic?! Justin…for fucks sake what the hell. I wanna puke. I don’t have enough pills to watch this. What is he doing? justin sit your ass back the fuck dow- JUSTIN NO JUSTIN NO JUSTIN NOOOOOOOOO YOU FUCKING CHEATING ASS BITCH! YOU MADE THE RULE! YOU BROKE IT ONCE YOU BROKE IT TWICE! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKING SHIT? I’ve never been more grossed out by a kiss before. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUSTIN?! i am actually really fucking sad right now. I hate this fucking shit. He’s actually CHEATING. This is cheating. This is… i can pretend that nerd kiss was him doing him a favor but this? He’s been toeing the line for the whole episode. HE CHEATED BC OF A VIOLIN. BRIAN PLAYED GUITAR IN THAT ONE EPISODE and no offense to cello players everywhere, guitar is way hotter! Man, fuck this shit and fuck him too’ He then proceeded to call our mom and the only thing i heard him say was ‘please don’t hang up, i will actually cry’

Um, I really need to go back and watch these episode again because:

YOU SEE THAT?? IM LIKE 89% SURE IS BRIAN! That’s right BRIAN! His BOYFRIEND! <- Very likely but I never paid close attention. Holy shit.

hope that picnic gives you diarrhea I AM DYING

HE WAS IN THE HOSPITAL FOR THREE DAYS? THREE WHOLE FUCKING DAYS?! AND HIS MAN IS NOW ON SOME OTHER MANS FLOOR EATING CHEESE? AND JUSTIN STILL DOESNT KNOW HE VISITED EVERY DAY?! IM ABOUT TO FUCKING BURN THIS PLACE DOWN TO THE GROUND. THREE FUCKING DAYS! Oh look it is the song of our people, the anthem of the fandom. THREE FUCKING DAYS

H'e actually cheating - oh brother anon, oh brother anon.

He called your mom... oh sweet child.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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anthonybialy · 9 months

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Keeping Stefon Diggs Happy a Mutual Deal for Buffalo Bills

Stefon Diggs is acting just fine. That differs from acting like a diva, which ironically involves little action at all. A summer fielding footballs in suburban Rochester is a promising sign for him doing the same in suburban Buffalo. Still, we ponder if precedent means the latest rumors about his unhappiness with his employer are true even if it means believing Stephen A. Smith.

Trying to get Diggs to avoid causing commotions is more challenging than getting him to get first downs, which is way better than the other way around. Yet it would be nice to not have to fret that asking him to settle down might prompt stirring up.

Not everyone honking is an annoying driver even if the sound remains unpleasant. A left-lane dawdler as slow as Dan Marino deserves the alert. Someone having a fit may have a point. Ken Dorsey doing his job correctly would alleviate much ensuing stress. His refusal to let the best quarterback play more catch with the best receiver is akin to visiting Dinosaur Bar-B-Que and asking about vegan options. Enjoy your beans unless there’s like bacon fat in them.

You may have heard the Bills also extended their head coach. He’s best known as the guy with the defensive background. A team that tries to outpace foes is sticking with a supervisor whose focus is achieving the opposite. We hope Diggs remains happy just like we wish to never rue that he played under an erstwhile defensive coordinator holding that de facto job now.

Every receiver wants the ball every play. In Diggs’s case, he may be right. The best option on the team and perhaps in the league is the sort of player who you throw to frequently even though opponents know it’s happening. Dare them to stop him.

There are only so many chances. That’s even more so in football. Diggs mans an odd position where getting the ball 10 times during one game could be the sort of result that gets cherished in fans’ memories forever. This is the same sport where a defender who averages a single sack per game may enjoy Hall of Fame enshrinement. Succeeding based on a quite limited quantity of opportunities makes the game more dramatic, which suits certain personality types.

Diggs has looked just fine when he’s shown up to practice. Since training camp commenced, he hasn’t refused to compete like Richie Tenenbaum. Healthy attitude and routes are hopefully a precursor to the same when they keep score.

Learning just how to get touchdowns is the best use of August. He may already know, but reviewing steps can’t hurt. Classical music legend Pablo Casals practiced the cello for five hours per day while he was 80 because he thought he was getting better. Does the collective bargaining agreement even permit that much time on the field?

A cathartic outburst might enable tranquility later. Venting can actually be therapeutic as long as it reflects an exception and not rule. Judicious bitching resembles how social media can either be a cesspool of misery or a way to cope with the same.

Check the scoreboard for confirmation that actions are what’s important. Kvetch that this miserable existence is unfair garbage then go out and perform tasks. Flipping out about play call selection is tolerable if accompanied by catching every pass thrown one’s way.

Moping doesn’t affect the score unless it’s accompanied by indifferent arm-folding. Actions are what ultimately matter. Doing what’s right after griping is infinitely superior to talking about how lovely life is then thinking such remarks are sufficient. If you have a flat tire, you’re better off if a motorist stops and rolls his eyes at your inability to change it before helping than a sympathy preener who expresses deep concern that you get a working wheel on there soon before speeding off.

Diggs isn’t a trailblazer for receivers acting like drama queens. Declaring it’s inherent to the position reflects an easy presumption. But not every member of the job category cultivates a reputation of difficulty despite stereotypes. Tell Larry Fitzgerald and Marvin Harrison that players of this type need attention. That said, some members of a glamorous profession do enjoy attention in the same sense Terry Pegula doesn’t enjoy spending his own money on stadiums.

Patterns make tantrums last. We’ll be keeping an eye on him to see if he relapses. The long interregnum is the best time to release the steam valve. Worrying he’ll spout off in the week between games will remain a concern even if he’s smiling for now.

Cultivating resentment is the millionth reason to start the preseason the week after the Super Bowl. We’re all irritated that the offseason is long enough to feel like a sentence, in part because it offers endless opportunities to wonder if Diggs is right about not getting enough targets. It’s nice to share common ground with one of our favorites. Players and fans loathe the same things for the same reasons if you’re looking to humanize superstars.

Winning games is the easiest way to leave behind Jersey Shore-style melodrama. Leave personnel headaches to the Jets and Giants. Throw all the fits you want in the end zone following success at a work task.

Training camp can still be helpful even if camp features players who are already trained. Diggs’s productivity offers reassurance when it doesn’t count. His consistent practicing helps those looking to forget about missing minicamp. Ideally, we’ll be remembering and laughing.

Disputing what the word “mandatory” means is irrelevant if the definer can lead a pass-happy attack in gains. We share the mutual interest of him scoring at will, which happens to be the best way for the Bills to win.

#buffalo bills #stefon diggs

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thekimspoblog · 10 months

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Excerpt from "Sheepdog" Chapter 12: "Bandersnatch"

Garnet continued to unload instrument cases from the tall trunk. One began to slip from her hands, so Kim jumped forward to catch it.

“Thank you”

“No trouble. Do you mind if I ask what all this is for?”

“Band practice. Just a hobby my friends and I do here after hours” Garnet explained as she plugged her electric guitar into the amplifier and began to tune up.

She played a few bars of something mellow and groovy. Kim couldn’t help but tap her foot.

“You’re free to join in, if you want. Our fiddle player isn’t here today”

“I don’t think I can help you with that, sorry,” Kim replied, “I used to know how to play the cello. But that was years and years ago. I haven’t had any practice since junior high. I’m probably super rusty”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“It’s a beautiful instrument. I only stopped because of a scheduling conflict. I figured if I had to walk home from school, I should pick a less cumbersome hobby”

“And you didn’t have anyone to help you carry that weight?”

Kim caught herself smiling, “Not back then? No. I mean nobody has good memories of middle school, right? Back then, I felt like I had to take on everything myself…” her face fell again, “But it’s not going to work. I told a stupid lie, and now our hands will never be clean. Frankly, I’m perturbed by how readily he forgives me for everything. Even after we promised we weren’t going to keep things from eachother. He thinks that all that matters is that we make eachother happy, but who cares if I’m happy?! We’re not the good guys, if we can just plow ahead as if we deserve the world on a platter. We can’t help being predators, but at least alone it’s manageable. Together, though? I just don’t want him to get hurt, and someone always does, because our love is poisonous!”

“Whoa!” Garnet interrupted her rant, “Hold the phone! Now give the phone to me… It sounds like you’ve really been through the wringer. But love is not poisonous. Where did you learn to talk like that?”

“It’s not my fault, apparently. If the sales pitch is to be believed, I was raised by wolves. I’m really trying in earnest to get my head around all of this, but it still feels like a fever dream. Some moments of my childhood - my mom - are so vivid, I’m sure they made me who I am. But if I’m just a fictional character, then I’m only a few years old, and everything before that was just a mirage. I was sitting on my back porch in late spring. I don’t know how young I was; I think it was the condo. But I said something about how I was sure my life was a movie and I was destined for greater things, and my dad told me that everyone felt that way, that’s why we watch movies, but I shouldn’t waste my life chasing invisible dragons. That I wasn’t special. I remember the way my heart broke, but I felt closer to the rest of humanity, and closer to… If that moment never happened…” Kim sighed, “This is such a paradox!”

“I guess it’s not that weird,” she continued in the next breath, “We rewrite our memories all the time for what suits us in the present. Do you know Dolores Abernathy?”

Garnet shook her head while listening intently.

“She said she went through the same thing with her father. She had to decide that even if they weren’t actually blood-related, even if she was made before him, her feelings were real. I can accept this acid trip, because on some gut level this all feels familiar. But… Dogs?! Dolores didn’t speak highly of the people writing her story either, but at least they were human! Was Rita just showing that to mess with me, or is this more common than I think? What show are you from? What species is directing that?”

“My writers are human and so are yours. The fabric of this reality is woven in metaphor. I know for a fact that Rita can’t control their appearance. If they looked like dogs to you, I’m sure there’s a reason. That, or it’s an inside joke, which in this case, was all it was”

“Right… You wouldn’t happen to know the way out of here, would you?” Kim asked the unreadable face behind the visor, “I’ve been looking, and I didn’t see a single exit sign. It’s really a fire hazard”

Garnet refused to let the subject be changed. “Two people today have told you that you shouldn’t feel guilty for what happened. I know that if I do the same, you’ll only be more determined to reject this advice”

“I don’t mean to be glib, but is everyone who works for this organization psychic?”

“No, but everyone has some level of intuition. I’m working towards a license as a couples therapist, actually. But yes, my magical powers allow me to predict the most probable futures, and it comes in handy in my chosen profession”

“That’s fair, I suppose. In that case maybe you can help me”

“You are the only expert on your feelings. On your experience. I believe in the power a marriage can bring, but if you’re only together because someone else is telling you to be, it’s not going to work. Ignoring a problem never solved anything. You need to listen to your own moral compass, and move forward accordingly”

“I feel like I already tried that!” Kim objected, “I feel like I was pretty clear about what I wanted, and I was told to my face that that wasn’t allowed”

“Rita… right. Listen, if this is what you need to feel safe, I’ll back your first choice as the right one. And if Rita doesn’t like it, she’ll have to go through me; I’m not under her silly contract”

“I… It’s hard to do the right thing when I know I’m signing myself up to be miserable. Do you think that makes me a coward? Meanwhile, I’m being told I’m a coward if I run away”

“It’s not about whether you stay or run away from him. It’s about whether you’re running from the truth. There’s nothing cowardly about leaving an unhealthy relationship. Leaving your home, reinventing yourself as a lone being, accepting that the good memories have been tainted by the bad, and then knowing that all that progress is put at risk if they show back up again. It can seem like an insurmountable task. But it will be worth it all the day you realize that you weren’t really living back then, and now you are”

“Were we really that unhealthy though? I’ve had clients too, who were escaping abuse. And it didn’t feel like that with Jimmy. I felt more alive with him keeping me company. I felt safe - external threats notwithstanding - having someone to look over my shoulder”

“I see… You said he has a problem of lying to you?”

“Eh, he did. But actually… not recently!” Kim said, realizing it for herself, “Not since we got married… He kept his promise”

“Hmm. Has he ever hit you?”

“I hit him!”

“Hmm.” Garnet gave a second pensive, clinical grunt. “Do you sometimes think that your life would be better if you had never met him?”

“Of course not! I mean… maybe? No. Even if it’s over, I don’t regret the time we spent together. Ackerman did get to keep his house, afterall. We kept Huell out of jail… I’m mostly sure that was for the greater good”

“Huell?” Garnet raised her eyebrow.

“It’s not important. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come in here and spill my guts all over you. I can write a check if you want to count this as a session”

“Don’t worry about it! Consider it a free consultation. You might not know it, but you actually helped me with something I needed to talk my way through anyway”

The rolling trunk was finally empty once Kim set the duffle bag full of electronics and wires on the ground. “In that case, you’re welcome. I’m glad we could help eachother out with our…” she facepalmed as she realized the bad pun she’d walked right into.

Garnet reached her hand into the broken vending machine and retrieved two colas. As the pair relaxed against the wall, she clanked the rim of her can against Kim’s in a mock-toast to a job well done.

“Thanks! Can I ask you one more question then?”

“You may”

“Are you able to see where Rita’s version of the story leads me? I only got as far as the part where I rescued Iris from Lalo. And then I got separated from Mike while exploring this tunnel. The timelines merged when Rita explained everything. Before that, I was packing my things in my car when her guards grabbed me. I signed the damn contract. I guess when I signed away my rights, Vice and Peter’s story ended there, but what comes next? I assume I have to return to daylight some time”

“Give me a minute to think” Garnet took a sip of her soda and furrowed her brow. “Well it’s not the fairytale ending she’s promising”

“No duh!” Kim scoffed, “I don’t need to be psychic to tell you that”

“You live in relative comfort and safety in Michigan, for the first six years of your daughter’s life. You’re too busy drafting to be bored. You want to celebrate when the constitution is finally complete, but you’ll realize that all you feel is empty. Unresolved issues surrounding the death of your husband’s brother begin to surface. Little similarities he won’t want to admit he’s noticed, ways you remind him of the family he thought he’d buried. Resentments start to fester; you’ll both feel like the other one is trying to control you. On a whim, he’ll bring home a junkyard dog - Marco - as a petty swipe against being the only male in the house. The dog will be poorly trained; he’ll snarl at you and bite the au pair. You’ll talk about getting divorced, but you won’t. Instead you’ll get the spark back by conning some bar patrons. That’s how it’ll start. At the last moment, you’ll decide you’re sick of taking orders from Rita, and a plan she’s been working on since the beginning - a design to assassinate five Supreme Court justices on the same day - is something you two will get the bright idea to handle on your own. You got cocky!

The both of you are sentenced to life in prison with no possibility of parole. You spend the rest of your lives only a few miles away from eachother, but in separate facilities, unable to speak to eachother. Iris and her baby sister follow the au pair back to her home in Mongolia, and life only gets worse for them from there. Your daughter grows up to resent you. Although if I’m being honest, I don’t see a timeline where she doesn’t grow up to resent you. It seems like an inevitable hazard of the occupation. Eventually, Rita will try to conquer the East as well. She’ll be expecting Iris to fulfill her destiny by killing and defeating her. She won’t expect Iris to think outside of the cycle of violence, nor will she be expecting that by the time Iris confronts her, she will no longer be choosing to live as a girl. I don’t know if you’ve picked up on this yet, but Rita is terrified of non-binary people. People who don’t fit in her paradigm are people she can’t control”

“But wait,” Kim held her hand up, “Rita thinks Iris is somehow destined to overthrow her? Then why does she want so badly for her to be born?”

“Rita thinks she’s here to reign in hell. She’s a necessary evil, but karma dictates that eventually someone has to defeat her. She wants to be stopped. The idea that she’ll spread herself out indefinitely? Arguably that scares her even more than non-binary people. I don’t think I agree though. You don’t need to stick around on her account. She thinks she needs you and your daughter, but if Rita knows that her ideology can be defeated, then on some level she must already know the ways she’s wrong. If she thinks she needs Iris to stop her, then I believe she’s capable of stopping herself”

“What would you do?” Kim sighed, “Hmm? If you were in my shoes? Tell me the truth”

Garnet answered slowly and thoughtfully; “The truth is… I love violence. Action. Ideology in conflict. I love being a cartoon, and I love knowing I’m strong enough to punch a mountain in half. There are some truly dastardly people out there, who would tear me apart if they could. If I didn’t have the imagination to see myself beating them, I wouldn’t have room to breathe; I couldn’t be myself. I feel safer knowing that the only person strong enough to hurt me is me, because I’m not afraid of myself. Don’t get me wrong; a lot of my friends struggle with that part, and they think I don’t; I do. Mistakes happen and even I can’t know everything. But then I take a deep breath and admire the clouds in the sky, and I remind myself that that’s not going to happen. I have a tendency to overthink, but why would I want to hurt myself? Ruby would never hurt Sapphire, and Sapphire would never hurt Ruby. And as long as I treat myself with the care I think other people deserve, everything’s gonna be ok in the end”

“And what happens if I stick with the other plan? The… dog-gods’ plan?”

The amazonian responded by leaning down and planting a sparkling kiss on her brow. She did it with the benevolent confidence of the good witch of the north.

Kim’s blue eyes opened dreamily, and it took a moment before her thousand-yard stare adjusted back to a stern look at her own reflection in Garnet’s shades. “A war is coming. It may be the case that unless malicious people are killed, innocent people will die. It’s a trolley problem; I get that much. But that’s not why I’m reluctant! I got into the Law because I cared about uncovering the truth. If I continue how I’ve been going, if the lies just continue to pile up, it’s going to tear me and Jimmy apart from the inside anyway. I still miss him every day… but I know what I have to do now”

#better call saul #kim wexler #mcwexler #better call saul fanfic #crossover #crossover art #fan comic #multiverse #metaverse #decentralized #steven universe #garnet #su garnet #what if #fourth wall #breaking the fourth wall #relationship advice #set outside of the timeline

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stcrsabcve · 11 months

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(—) ★ spotted!! ESMERALDA STRYKER on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 40 year old looks like JAMIE CHUNG, but i don’t really see it. while the SINGER/RECORD LABEL OWNER is known for being UPBEAT my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be OBSESSIVE i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song PERFECT BY SIMPLE PLAN {she/they / demi-woman}

TLDR version because oof its rambling below

is very much punk rocker turned officer work vibes

pansexual demi-woman who uses she/they pronouns

had a punk rock band (based on Paramore) from her last year in high school until 2013 when they split due to creative differences

they began their own label in late 2013 that is mainly dedicated to those who identify a LGBTQIA+ to help protect them from asshole producers and label owners. She is the only sound engineer signed to the label so everyone gets 1 on 1 time with her and she knows the only person who can fuck it up and be blamed is her.

Doesn't have a large interest in playing solo, considering herself retired from performing but might be convinced to do so.

Wanted Connections

Signed to her label 0/3: Musicians (or band) signed to her label! Best friends 0/?: What it says on the tin! Former band members 0/4: They were together for around 10 years before spliting How they feel about the split is UTP Former lovers 0/?: what it says on the tin

Rambling Paragraphs!

Esmeralda is the middle of three children. From a young age they showed incredible talent in music. Her older brother was a fantastic cello player and destined to join the most illustrious orchestras in the world. Her little brother was an budding concert pianist. Esmeralda on the other hand struggled to find something she was just as good. She had started piano before her younger brother, she worked hard at it right up until he started lessons. Losing complete interest her parents and tutors began gushing over her brother’s natural talent. Only in the last 10 years had she picked up playing once again.

She tried many instruments; violin, guitar, flute, even the saxophone but she wasn’t as good at them as her brothers were at their instruments so she gave up trying to be the best at them, years later she only plays them whenever the need strikes her.

She didn’t truly discover her voice until she was 16 years old, she knew she was good at singing but never considered it before. Her parents had expected all their children to learn instruments. She auditioned for the school musical, mainly to spite her cousin who had also auditioned for the same role. She got the part and loved it. Nothing gave her the same thrill as performing on stage and with all the attention straight on her. It was the first time she had the amount of attention she thought she deserved.

She worked at her father’s record label at 17. Helping mix a few tracks here and there as well as backup vocals on a few tracks which caught the attention of one of the producers. Her first single was released not long after. It wasn’t great, the style of the song didn’t work for her. Her parents were incredibly disappointed that she "lacked talent in music" when they meant "lacked talent in music they like"

Esmeralda formed a band with a few friends she had made at school and convinced one of her dad's sound engineers to record them on the side. They took the CD and shopped around until someone would pick them up.

The band broke up around 10 years ago after over 10 years of thundering success. Including multiple hit records and weeks at number one on the charts. They stopped wanting to make the same kind of music and eventually stopped wanting to play together at all. This was when Esmeralda began their own record label. They had very little interest going solo but wanted to continue to help others find their fame. Many wanted to sign but Esmeralda was very selective with her signees. She didn't want her label to become huge, just her stars. It is mainly dedicated to those who identify a LGBTQIA+ to help protect them from asshole producers and label owners.

#i lost my fancy graphic template send help :sob:#and this is trash AF but have this anyway #hillzintro

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warukunaimirai · 1 year

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Tonight at a Jazz Bar ♦ A Quartet of Freedom and Passion | Episode 3 「Unexpected Proposal」

Nobel: —This suggestion is a bizarre one by my standards.

I know an adequate amount about jazz but actually performing it is a whole different ordeal. I couldn’t dream of comparing to the experts that came before me.

Why would I suggest something like that? —Or rather, the case is that I couldn’t stop myself from suggesting it…

This must be another effect of my ”kokoro”...regardless, I couldn’t just turn my back on that bar.

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Nobel: —And that’s the situation.

Einsatz: You require a stand-in band to perform at a jazz bar…?

Ruma: I see, I see, so this is the dilemma you’re in?

Nobel: I plan to perform too, of course. However, this isn’t something I can do on my own so I’d like to seek out some other members.

Alto: Since there aren’t any other players, we’d need to start entirely from scratch.

Nobel: Indeed, it would take quite some time. I completely understand how selfish this request of mine is, but could I ask for your assistance?

Einsatz: As you wish.

Ruma: But of course. It sounds rather exciting.

Alto: Y-You decided so quickly…!

Nobel: Are you certain? I believe it’ll be a rather time consuming commitment. I’m sure you both have other business to attend to…

Einsatz: It is my duty to carry out my Master’s wishes. Your proposal takes priority over all other tasks.

Ruma: This bar means a lot to you, yes? Then of course we’d lend you a hand.

Nobel: …Thank you. In that case, let’s begin working out a plan.

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Nobel: Here is how we’ll distribute the parts. I’ll play the piano, Ruma will take care of the cello and Ein will be in charge of the saxophone…

There’s a piano at the bar that we can borrow but we’ll need to supply the rest of the instruments ourselves. I have a good shop in mind so I suggest we source them from there.

Einsatz: Understood.

Ruma: The cello, hm? My my, are you sure I’ll be able to manage?

Nobel: No need to fret, I can input the data for anything you still need to learn. Let me have a look at my collection.

We’ve already settled the three of us, but…hmm…

Alto: Is there a problem?

Nobel: No, it’s fine. Just to avoid any loose ends, I’d like to have someone to play the trumpet but…

Ruma: We’ll need another person then, won’t we? Hmm…what about Doctor-kun?

Alto: Huh!? But I don’t have any experience with the trumpet…!

Ruma: As I thought, it must be rather difficult. I apologise for my unreasonable request.

Nobel: Humans such as yourself have to learn how to play an instrument from the very beginning. We couldn’t possibly ask you to go to that extent for us.

Although, that begs the question. Who could we ask…?

Ruma: Do you have anyone in mind?

Nobel: …Honestly, no one at all. At times such as these, I’m reminded of how small my circle of friends is.

Ruma: Such is the life of us dark masters. The scarcity of our companions has been starting to get to me.

Nobel: That's a hurtful thing to hear.

Alto: A trumpet player, huh…? We’d need someone that’s familiar with jazz and has a strong knack for music…

They’d also need to be skilled enough to improvise and keep up with the rest of you…

—Oh? Maybe him…

Nobel: Have you thought of someone?

Alto: Yes, someone has come to mind. The only thing is, he’s very busy so it may not work out…

Well, it can’t hurt to give it a shot so I’ll try reaching out to him. Do you mind waiting a little?

Nobel: Of course not. We’ll be counting on you.

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#alto #nobel #ruma #einsatz #Tonight at a Jazz Bar ♦ A Quartet of Freedom and Passion

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reifromspace · 3 years

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Any other theatre kids watching midnight mass and thinking about how half this show is just brilliant monologues that would be brilliant for auditions?

#midnight mass #the haunting of hill house #bly manor #horror #halloween #theatre queer #there is no horror without suspense #these monologues create such great suspense #can someone stop the cello player?#there are some very handsome men in this show #monologue at me daddy #Kate Siegel is also pretty hot so maybe it’s monologue at me mommy?#monologues

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47crayons · 3 years

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so, you want to write a musician?

about me: i play viola and have experience in symphony orchestras, string orchestras, string quartets (+ a few other small ensembles), and solo performances. i've done some light composition, and have friends/family who play other instruments. while my musical history is extensive, by no means do i know everything or speak for everyone.

this guide will focus on classical music/how to portray classical musicians and things that aren't as easily researched.

quick overview of instruments in a typical symphony orchestra

upper strings (violin, viola), lower strings (cello, (double) bass; i've seen viola included here too, but it's more commonly classified as upper strings)

strings also technically includes harp and piano

woodwinds (flute, oboe, clarinet, bassoon)

depending on instrumentation, they may also have piccolo, english horn, bass clarinet, contrabassoon

saxophones are not traditionally in symphony orchestras due to it being a relative newer instrument! but this is changing because more contemporary composes are including sax parts

brass (trumpet, trombone, bass trombone, tuba, euphonium)

percussion (depends heavily on instrumentation, but common instruments are bass drum, timpani, snare, crash cymbal, xylophone, marimba)

some things you should research

where the hands are supposed to go!! i'd recommend you look at pictures of professionals in orchestra settings (ny phil, cso, berlin phil are all top tier). some musicians *coughs at yoyo ma* have less than perfect posture when they're performing solos (for the same reasons famous authors can break "rules")

necessary equipment including reeds, rockstops, different kinds of sticks/mallets, rosin, mouth pieces for whatever instrument you're writing

common misconceptions

loose/photocopied sheet music is not aesthetic—it's annoying and impossible to keep organized. folders and binders are fairly common especially when managing multiple ensembles.

original copies are often expensive and required to perform a piece (legally) for profit or otherwise (though i know a few people who have bent this rule)

not all performers are good composers (i myself have very little formal music theory training), but many composers have performance histories.

not all musicians can sing.

perfect pitch is both a blessing and a curse. notes can be slightly lower/higher but in tune with the context of the piece, which drives people with perfect pitch insane.

having perfect pitch does not guarantee someone will be a prodigy, and people don't need perfect pitch to be a talented musician.

drama in ensembles does exist, but it rarely gets in the way of rehearsal. same thing goes for good friends: if your characters have even a shred of common sense, they aren't going to be talking/messing around during rehearsal.

instruments (especially good ones) are extremely expensive. people very rarely store instruments on the wall or other displays for fear of falling.

instruments are very picky and require tuning every time. every time! it doesn't take long anyway. temperature and humidity can and will make instruments go out of tune or damage your instrument if not properly stored.

some people listen exclusively to classical music, but in my experience, that's definitely not the majority

like with anything, most musicians struggle with self doubt at one point or another.

musician culture

getting excited when we hear a piece we recognize

getting frustrated because we can't remember the name of the piece (after all, no lyrics to search)

being horrified when a non-musician actor is playing a musician. yes, we notice. yes, it's obvious.

if people are joking, it's likely to be about: violas (a quick search for "viola jokes" will tell you all you need to know) or trumpets (a reputation for being overly loud, playing and not)

putting stickers (places they toured, their orchestra, or just purely decorative) on cases is common, but not for everyone. same goes for pictures (of family, past concerts, or anything) on the inside.

scrambling for a pencil when the conductor says to mark something. pencils are a musicians best friend :D

asking (and forgetting) how to split double stops/two parts at the same time. sometimes one stand partner will play the top while the other plays the bottom, and sometimes this is split stand by stand.

this has NEVER resulted in a sexual top/bottom joke. please just. don't. also no g string jokes. it's just unrealistic.

awaiting the obligatory "it's one week before our concert, and you sound like this?!" lecture

not talking about music 100% of the time!!! they have lives outside of music (most of them, at least /j). especially to close friends, music is probably not going to be a conversation topic unless something is out of the ordinary (high stress, something funny from rehearsal, etc.)

bragging/talking about how often they practice is generally not welcomed. great, but other people don't need to hear it!

stages are hot and bright. there's no way a performer can see someone in the audience with the possible exception of the first row.

practicing

three words for you: love. hate. relationship.

slow practice (like really slow lots of people recommend half speed; good for focusing on the right notes, tone, phrasing, smooth transitions)

metronome practice (while playing, it's not annoying at all! it's helpful and requires a lot of focus; when NOT playing, it's annoying and loud because it needs to be heard over the playing)

drone practice (having a machine/website/another person play one note in the background; good for tuning and scales)

and too many more for me to detail

auditions

ensembles may have entrance auditions to determine who gets in and seating auditions to determine placement within the section.

adrenaline does not make us play better; it just makes us make mistakes. and then thinking about those mistakes causes more mistakes.

some instruments, especially those with less repertoire, have common excerpts that come up frequently (i can think of one in particular that i've played for three separate auditions this year).

stopping/starting over is not recommended ever, but if you do, it has to be 10x better. most audition judges aren't looking for perfection!! they want to see how your character can keep going after messing up.

sight reading (being given new music, having ~30 seconds to look at it, being asked to play) is never perfect. i don't care how talented your character is; if they think they nailed it, they aren't experienced enough to see all the phrasing/dynamics that they didn't incorporate. no one gets sight reading perfect!!!

perhaps most importantly, musicians are not all the same! they enjoy it for a number of different reasons and have diverse and interesting lives outside of music!!! more information about specific instrument groups under the cut :)

strings

callouses. with the exception of pianists, most string players (and especially professional ones) have callouses where they press down/pluck the strings. i also have one on my right thumb where i hold my bow. cellists and bassists might have them on their left thumb from playing higher notes in thumb position.

hickeys are also fairly common, though only some people get them. upper strings will get these by under their left jaw. cellists may have one from the wooden body resting on their sternum. some people (including hilary hahn and many many others) use a cloth for comfort and to prevent hickeys.

few people want a hickey, but it might suit a character who is constantly trying to prove themselves.

our fingers do not "glide" anywhere. you can get cuts/"string-burns" from pressing down too hard when shifting. cuts like those are the only reason someone's fingers will bleed, and it's rarer than you think.

upper strings are more prone to back/neck problems from the way they hold their instruments on one side. see also: shoulder pain.

finger cramps happen. they aren't too common, but most if not all strings have experienced at least one.

pianos require tuning every few years or else the chords will be out of tune. few pianists can tune their own instrument because of how complicated it is.

piano parts/accompaniments will have so. many. pages. a page turner may sit on the right of the pianist to turn the page.

woodwinds & brass

spit. so much spit. some instruments clean afterwards with a cloth; others have a spit valve which is as gross as it sounds.

proper embouchure, or how a musician uses the muscles in their face/lips, is tiring, and people actually get strong cheek muscles. they can also easily turn red, but it varies based on a person's facial complexion. see also: good lung capacity.

flute and piccolo are not dainty. piccolo requires as much air as a tuba. an old teacher of mine almost passed out playing piccolo when she was in college.

flutes and piccolos are high, but often not shrill depending on the level of the ensemble.

reeds last a few weeks (less if your character plays for hours a day) and can be expensive to buy.

keys and valves can get sticky especially on older instruments which can result in the wrong note or bad tone.

saxes, clarinets, flutes are more likely to "honk" on low notes.

oboes are more likely to feel "wispy" on high notes.

articulation comes from the tongue, especially for brass instruments, and conductors may ask for "tah" "pah" or "wah" sounds depending on the style of the piece.

percussion

callouses from the friction between hands and sticks/mallets.

there are so many types of sticks and mallets!!! make sure to take a look at what materials are good for what instruments/sounds.

cymbals, triangle, and bass drum are not easy to play, even though they look simple.

percussionists with the exception of timpani may play more than one instrument during a piece, and they're constantly moving around in the back during their rests.

percussion instruments are too expensive for most people to have everything they ever play. practice pads are very common in place of these instruments.

ability to play one instrument doesn't translate to different instruments. for example, many percussionists don't have experience playing set/drum set.

some of the things detailed here are heavily glossed over, so if you have any questions, i'd always be happy to talk about it with you; i may not have answers, but i will try to help as best i can!!!

since you read this far, have my favorite viola joke.

what's the difference between a violist and a large pizza?

a large pizza can feed a family of four :)

tagging some people who showed interest: @writing-is-a-martial-art @ashen-crest @kg-willie @owilder

#writing advice #writing resources #writing reference #music #wow this absolutely consumed me

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whadd-up-babie · 3 years

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✨🥺🥰 Sykkunos Sister 🥰🥺✨

Part One

Author's Note: Fuck time lines. I don't care if time lines don't add up. I mean on any other occasion I would care but right now at this exact moment in time, I couldn't fucking care less.

Word-count: 4k

Warnings: idk

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You walked into your new apartment, your two roommates and life long friends by your side.

You smiled and turned to the two, “You see this ladies?” You said with a satisfied smirk on your face, “All of our hard work finally paid off.”

“I can’t believe we’re actually here.” Addie said with stars in her eyes. “A couple of years late maybe, but still here in L.A”

You chuckled “I can't believe we wanted to move here as soon as we got out of highschool.”

“Yeah imagine how horrible that could've gone?” Your other friend Selena spoke up.

You visibly shuddered at the thought of how bad that could've been. You felt a buzz in your back pocket and looked down at your jeans.

“Me and Selena are gonna check out this place before we start bringing the boxes in.” Addie told you as her and Selena walked off.

You nodded your head as you pulled out your phone from your jeans. It was a text message from one of your brothers' roommates.

Toast Are you in L.A yet?

You Yeah, I just walked into my new apartment

You quickly typed out and hit send. You’ve been in contact with your brothers’ friends for a while now. You haven’t seen Thomas, or Sykkuno, in years and you wanted to surprise him during one of his streams.

He was streaming Proximity Chat Among Us with; Toast, Lily, Poki, Rae, Ludwig, Dream, Brooke, Jacksepticeye and Corpse. You were a fan of all of them.

You lived a couple blocks away from your brother and his friends which was very convenient for you, considering as the younger of the both of you it is your duty to be the most annoying human being possible. So random pop ups at his home would be much much easier.

Toast I told the lobby that I ordered delivery so they expect an interruption

You Ooooh big brain moment

Toast But I did actually order pizza, it’s pick-up so can you do me a favor and pick it up on your way

You I revoke my “big brain moment”

Toast sent you the address for the pizza parlor and the OfflineTV house.

“I’m gonna go surprise Thomas.” You called out into your apartment, “I promise I'll be back to help unload the stuff.”

“You better, considering you're the strongest one here.” Selena responded.

You chuckled and walked out of the door and into the hallway that led to the exit of your new home.

Your apartment only had two floors, you were lucky enough to score the bottom floor. It was two bedrooms and two bathrooms. The three of you slept in the smaller guest room. You had bought two bunk beds from Ikea that you planned on placing in that room.

In the master room was where everything Important was. Selena wanted to be a streamer, so her gaming set-up was in that room. Selena wasn't one of those well known streamers but she had a following. Addie wanted to be a model, so the majority of her clothes were in the master bedroom closet, whilst you and Selena shared the smaller closest in your shared room.

You on the other hand wanted to make music. All of your instruments were in the master bedroom. You owned an electric keyboard, a guitar, a bass guitar, a cello, and you just started learning how to play the ukulele.

The room set up plan was simple. You had two desks on opposite sides of the room. Selena would get the wall with the window if she ever planned on using more natural light. Selena's desk would hold her gaming set-up, she currently had two monitors, but she's saving up to buy a third.

Your desk had the latest IMac, it was a moving away gift from your family, everyone pitched in. You had an inexpensive but high quality microphone to record vocals.

In between the two desks you had a futon and coffee table gifted to you guys by Addie's grandma. Noise cancellation foam pads would coat the walls.

But you haven’t done any of that stuff yet considering everything was still in the U-Haul truck.

You walked out of the apartment whilst typing the address to your brothers home in your Waze app, you added the pizza parlor in as a stop.

You got into your SUV and started the car. You connected your phone to the bluetooth and shuffled one of your Spotify playlist.

White Tee by CORPSE began to blast through your speakers. You bopped to the rhythm and began to lip sync the lyrics.

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It took you 30 minutes to collect the pizza and drive to your brothers house. You stood outside the door with the pizza balanced in your hand as you attempted to ring the doorbell.

You texted Toast beforehand so you hoped he was prepared and wouldn’t make you wait outside. You didn’t like being outside, it meant that people could see you. And you didn’t like that.

You stood outside for a couple of seconds before Toast finally opened the door.

“Finally!” You exclaimed as you pushed past him to enter his home.

“Welcome.” He said sarcastically.

“Where’s my brother's room!?” You asked excitedly.

Toast pointed you towards the direction of Sykkunos’ room and you went running.

You stood outside of his door all giddy and happy, apparently they were playing proximity chat among us. So if Sykkuno was next to anyone in- game they would surely hear you, as well as the rest of the offlinetv house.

You took a deep breath and shouldered the door open.

“I’VE GOT A PIZZA DELIVERY FOR THE BESTEST BIG BROTHER IN THE ENTIRETY OF THE WORLD!” You all but shouted, scaring him off of his chair.

He turned to look at you and his face of fear quickly morphed into one of pure happiness.

“I call him Thomas but apparently his stage name is Sykkuno. I wonder where he got that from.” You said, this time more calmly.

“Y/N!” Sykkuno said happily. He quickly got himself off the floor and tackled you in a hug.

“You know I would hug you back but like… I’m holding a pretty big pizza.” You told him. The smile on your face was so big it began to hurt your cheeks.

Sykkuno brought his hands to your shoulder and held you at arm's length. He looked you up and down.

“You’ve really grown.” He told you.

“Yeah.” You agreed, nodding your head, “You still look like a ten year old.” You said jokingly.

You laughed and he joined in. You placed the pizza down, and he led you towards his set up.

“We’re gonna need another chair.” He said looking around.

“No we don’t,” You said plopping down into his chair.

He gave you a weird look.

“I’m the guest.” You said waving your hand.

He didn’t say anything, he just looked you dead in the eyes. Right into your soul.

You felt a shiver run down your spine.

“I don’t like it when you do that.” You said as you stood from his chair.

“I only ever do it to you.” He said as he walked by you to reclaim his chair.

“That’s why I don’t like it.” You grumbled.

A couple of minutes later you got your own chair, they were even nice enough to give you a water bottle. You sat next to Sykkuno with one of his earbuds in your ear so you could hear what was happening in his game.

So far you’ve run into Rae, Poki, Toast and Lily and you told all of them about your relation to Sykkuno though Toast and Lily already knew.

Sykkuno passed by Jack and you were about to scream in the mic, but someone reported a body.

“Well now I’m disappointed.” You mumbled to yourself.

“The body was i-“

“What! Toast is dead!” You said shocked, “We were just with him.”

There was a moment of silence within the game.

“Who’s that?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” The other players muttered in agreement.

“That’s my sister, Y/N.” Sykkuno said.

A gasp could be heard from almost everyone

“Sister!” Ludwig shouted over the gasps, “Sykkuno you didn’t tell me you had a sister. I thought we were best friends.”

“I’m not really his sister.” You told them.

“Yeah she’s my foster sister.” Sykkuno explained.

“When I was younger Sykkunos' family was my foster family, until I was adopted by a lovely couple in Chicago.” You said.

“We haven’t seen each other since her adoption.” Sykkuno continued.

“And that was. What? 10-ish years ago?” You finished turning to Sykkuno.

“Yeah around that time.” He answered.

You brought your water bottle up to your lips and began to drink.

“Well it’s great to meet you Y/N!” Brooke said excitingly.

A chorus of “nice to meet you” entered your ear, but a very distinct “what up baby” caused you to spit your water back into its bottle.

“What’s wrong?” Sykkuno asked as he looked towards you.

“That did something to my stomach.” Was all you said.

“The water?” Sykkuno questioned further.

You felt your face heat up.

“Yeah.” You said nodding your head. “It’s totally the water. It couldn’t possibly be for any other reason.” You said bring your hand up to hide your smirk with your knuckles.

You turned your head and saw the chat exploding with the word SIMP in all caps.

~~~

You were at Sykkunos house a couple of days after that incident. He was streaming Proximity Chat Among Us with the same lobby again. They were playing in Polus.

Corpse was telling the lobby about his day when you thought to yourself, “I wanna wake up to the sound of your voice.”

You scrunched up your eyebrows wondering why it got quiet all of a sudden before Sykkuno bursted into fits of laughter as well as the rest of the lobby.

It finally dawned on you that you said that out loud. Your eyes widened and your face began to heat up.

“That sounded so suggestive, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was speaking out loud.” You began to laugh with the rest of the group and Corpse joined in quickly after.

The game started and you were all calmed down.

“I still can’t believe I said that out loud.” You announced to the group. A few giggles left their mouths as well as your own.

“No but just imagine waking up at 7 am to Choke me like you hate me but you love me! Every single fucking day.” You said before bursting into laughter, the lobby joining in soon after.

Sykkuno was doing his tasks in O2 before he announced to his stream he had to use the bathroom.

“I’ll watch the game for you but I won’t play because… I don’t want to.” You told him as he muted his discord and got up from his chair.

“That’s fine.” He said and left the room.

You turned to his chat. They started bombarding you with questions.

“What’s your Instagram.” You read aloud.

“Oooh shameless plug, follow me on all of my socials @y/n, also subscribe to my YouTube channel “Y/N L/N” I make music…sometimes.” You answered.

“Do you simp for Corpse.” You read another.

You pursed your lips. “I’m not gonna answer that question, but I will confidently admit that I simp for Rae and Poki.” As you finished that statement, Corpses avatar walked into the room.

You reached over to Sykkunos Keyboard and un-muted his mic.

“Hey Corpse!” You chirped.

“Hey Y/N.” He replied. “Where’s Sykkuno?” He asked you.

“What, am I not good enough?” You asked with mock offense

He chuckled before speaking up. “No, I was just wondering.”

“He’s in the bathroom.” You answered. “I’m all by my little old self. Minus the stream of course.” You turned to smile at Sykkunos camera before focusing your attention on the game.

“Would you like some company?” He asked.

“I would love some company, thank you Corpse.”

He brought his Avatar to stand by Sykkunos.

“How’s your day?” He asked.

“Not very fun.” You answered thinking back to what happened this morning. “We were finishing building the second bunk bed, but I dropped one of the heavier parts on my foot, so that hurts.”

“Oh that sucks.” He stated.

“I know. How’s your day?” You asked him.

“Very uneventful, just writing some potential lyrics and stuff.” He said.

“Oh yeah you write your own music.” You responded. “How did I forget that.” You mumbled to yourself.

“What do you like to do for fun?” He questioned.

“Oh I make music, or do covers. Depends on how lazy I’m feeling.” You told him.

“You make music?” He asked. You could hear the shock in his voice.

You hummed in response. “Yeah I dabble in music production. I write a nice chunk of the music, but I have some other musical friends help me with other stuff. It’s not enough for me to be noticed by the big producers or record labels though.”

“You think you could show me some of your stuff?”

“Yeah!” You said excitedly. “Do you want me to send it through Discord, Insta or Twitter.” You said as you fished your phone out of your back pocket.

“Do discord.” He told you.

“Got it.” You pulled up your discord app as Sykkuno got back from the bathroom.

You already friended the lobby Sykkuno was playing in after your first meeting.

Sykkuno got back in his chair. “Alright I’m back.”

“I unmuted your mic by the way.” You told Sykkuno, your eyes glued to your phone. You had to send Corpse the perfect snippet. So far all your options were shit.

“Oh hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno said once he got situated.

“Hi Sykkuno.” Corpse replied, “I was just talking to Y/N, she’s great company.” He complimented you.

“I am good company,” You said looking up from your phone, “I wish my roommates thought that.” You muttered to yourself, apparently louder than you thought because Corpse began to chuckle.

You smirked slightly. The sound of Corpses’ laugh caused a blush to spread to your cheeks.

“Shouldn’t you two finish your tasks.” You coughed up, trying to hide your blush. “I mean you’ve wasted enough time already.”

“Does anyone ever do their tasks when they play proximity?” Sykkuno asked.

“Exactly.” Corpse agreed.

“I’m a very work oriented person so I probably would.” You told them. You finally found the perfect audio file to send Corpse.

“I hope he likes it.” You thought to yourself. You sent Corpse the file the same time a body was reported.

“I found Luds’ body in decontamination.” Rae said.

“Sykkuno and Corpse did nothing in o2 practically the whole round.” You told the lobby. The lobby has gotten used to you speaking up while they played.

“I was keeping a new friend company that's not exactly nothing.” Corpse said, trying to defend himself.

“It meant nothing to me.” You said, you were quiet for a few seconds before you spoke up again, “I’m sorry! That was mean! I didn’t mean it! Thank you for disregarding your tasks just to keep me company!”

The lobby broke out into laughter while you continued spewing out apologies.

~~~

The game ended quickly, turns out Poki and Rae were the imposters. You decided then to make your departure.

“I should probably head home.” You told the lobby, “The only food the girls know how to cook is pizza rolls, pizza bagels and ramen. And we promised each other we would start eating healthy.” You got up from your chair as the lobby was saying their goodbyes.

You exited Sykkunos room and walked towards the exit. You ran into Michael and Lily and said goodbye to them on your way out.

You reached your car and pulled out your phone, checking for notifications. You usually stay off your phone whenever you watch your brothers’ stream so you never know what's happening.

It turns out you had 10 missed calls from Selena, and over 100+ messages of her asking you to answer the phone.

You quickly got into your car and called your roommate.

The phone only rang twice before she answered.

“YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT I JUST DID FOR YOU!” She screamed into the phone.

You brought your hand away from your ear and cringed at how loud she was being.

“That’s fun.” You muttered to yourself. You put your phone down in one of the cup holders and put it on speaker.

“What did you do exactly.” You asked aloud as you put your key into the ignition.

“So you remember that cute guy we ran into-” She began but you interrupted.

“NO!” You shouted. “I am not in the mood to go on dates. We are here in L.A to focus on our careers. I don’t have time for dating.”

Selena was quiet for a few moments before she spoke up.

“Okay, but if you meet him and start catching feelings but it's too late, just know it's not my fault.” She said before she hung up.

You sighed to yourself. You were not ready to go out on dates. Especially not after your last relationship.

You drove in silence for the majority of the way home until you got a discord notification on your phone. You waited until you reached a stop light to look at it. Apparently it was from Corpse.

CORPSE I loved the vocals I honestly wasn't expecting this type of music from you

You quickly typed out a reply while still paying attention to the road ahead of you.

You Thanks! I just thought you would like that type of sound so I decided to send that one

You hit send right as the lights turns green. You placed your phone back into the cupholder and began to drive. You got another discord notification, you assumed it was Corpse.

“He can wait 5 minutes.” You thought to yourself. Corpse may have peaked your interests but that doesn't mean you were willing to get into a car crash for him.

You quickly pulled into your apartment complex and ran into your home, phone in hand. You had gotten 3 discord notifications whilst you were driving. You quickly sat down on your couch in the living room and propped your feet onto the coffee table.

CORPSE I like how this is mixed and produced You have a great tone throughout the song Would you want to collab sometime?

You felt your heart leap into your throat.

“This couldn't possibly be happening.” You thought to yourself.

Corpse was very relevant in the music industry, he had told you during one of the Among Us games that many labels were reaching out to him. This collaboration with Corpse could make you a star!

You A collab with one of the most trending people in the world? Count me in!

CORPSE Great! we can meet up whenever you want to work out some lyrics

You smiled to yourself thinking of how many doors this could open for you. This could make or break your career.

“Holy shit.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Me and Corpse are making a song together!” You thought to yourself.

“What kind of Wattpad fanfic is this?” You said out loud as Selena and Addie came out of the Master Bedroom.

“Oooh what about Wattpad fanfics?” Selena asked, as she headed towards the kitchen.

“My life is a Wattpad fanfic.” You told her. You furrowed your eyebrows in thought, “Is this my existential crisis?”

“What?” Addie asked, very confused as she sat down on the arm of the sofa.

“What am I rambling about.” You turned to your roommates. “You’ll never believe what I just scored.” You told them excitedly.

“What?” Selena asked as she exited the kitchen a bag of chips in her hands.

“I’m going to do a collaboration with Mr. Corpse Husband himself.” You said proudly.

“No way!” Selena shouted, dropping her bag of chips on the floor. “You lucky bitch.” She said.

“You guys have only known one another for like 3 days.” Addie said.

“We’re making a song, not getting married.” You told her.

“Yet.” Selena said with a smirk.

“I’m going to bed.” You told them as you stood up from the couch.

“What!?” They said in unison.

“But it’s like 8 o'clock.” Addie finished.

“I know but I’m not in the mood to put up with the both of you.” You said as you left the living room.

“I only said one thing!” Selena complained.

“One too much.” You told her.

You walked down the hall and entered your shared room. You sat down at the foot of your bed and sighed.

“This is not at all what I expected when I told mom I was moving to Cali.” You threw yourself backwards.

“How are we gonna go about this?” You asked yourself. Were you and corpse gonna work together in person, were you gonna work over a discord call? You haven’t seen his face, you’re not sure if he’s seen yours yet. All these thoughts came and went inside your brain, it was starting to give you a headache.

You grabbed your pillow and brought it down on your face. You made a noise somewhere in between a groan and a whine when you heard you got another discord notification from your phone.

You reached around for your phone until you finally grabbed it and brought it up to your face. It was another message from Corpse.

CORPSE For making the song I was thinking maybe you could come over to my apartment because I remember how you once told the lobby that your roommates are very loud

YOU They are very loud And thank you for the invitation, I was just starting to wonder how we were gonna work together

CORPSE Here’s my address and number Wanna meet up on Sunday 3 o’clock?

“Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.” You thought to yourself, You’re pretty sure you don't have any plans that day. You typed out a quick reply before turning off your phone and going to sleep.

~~~

It was Sunday 12 o’clock you left your house with a nice hot cup of joe in your hands. Corpse lived 2 hours away so you wanted to leave early to hopefully grab some breakfast.

The night prior you placed your guitar in the back of your car, knowing you wouldn't remember to do it the morning of.

You got into your car and pulled out of your apartment complex. It was a long drive filled with random songs. You pulled into the first McDonalds you saw and ordered your usual.

When you were back on the road you had about 30 minutes before you would arrive at Corpse’s house. Which meant, using the power of mental math, you would get there 30 minutes early.

You grabbed your phone out of your bag keeping your eyes on the road. You opened up your contact list and scrolled through looking for Corpse. You found his name and gave him a call. You put your phone on speaker and put it into your cup holder. The phone rang about eight times before he answered.

“Hello.” He answered, his voice was deeper than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked as you turned off the highway.

“Yeah, I got a good… 35 minutes.” He told you with a chuckle.

“Make yourself some breakfast. I should be there in about 30 minutes.” You told him with a smirk.

“Yes ma’am” He told you before he hung up.

“This is gonna be a long day.” You muttered to yourself.

~~~

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Could I request a fatin x tomboy reader, the reader loves drawing

(I’m kind of mad/sad because I had to redo everything after the first time skip and I feel like the first version was better.)

You had known of Leah and Fatin before getting stuck on the island together. You learned a little about them, Fatin being a party queen who played the cello like an angel and Leah who kept to herself with few friends and might have had a relationship with a older man... Well that’s what you had heard from the rumors. You were like a mix between them. You played for the basketball team and led your team to 3 championship titles, you were pretty popular among the ladies but you never really got involved with anyone. You had friends and went to a handful of parties but you preferred a quiet night in and books over the loud music and alcohol. Not to be confused, you didn’t not like parties (your party animal side almost rivaled Fatin’s) but you just didn’t like going out often.

You had multiple classes with the cello player through out your middle school and high school career but the most the two of you talked was when you bumped into each other at a party and that was only to apologize. You also ended up going to all her concerts because she and your sister played for the same orchestra. You don’t know when but sometime during the last two years, you grew an... infatuation with the other girl. (You say it’s an infatuation but it’s lasted 2 years, you’re lying to yourself.)

Now when you would draw in class or doodle on your homework, it wouldn’t be sunsets, animals, or other random things. It would usually be of Fatin. As much as you hated to admit it, half of your sketch book was filled with Fatin’s face, eyes closed, or her side profile, sometimes even just her eyes. You never drew her in a vulgar way.

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You would think that being on a deserted island, surrounded by a mysterious forest and a beautiful beach, that your drawings would change and become more scenic. But, of course, Fatin was all you could draw, all you could think about. The only other people that know about your infatuation were Toni and Dot... Leah probably knew too but hadn’t said anything or teased you like the other two girls.

“Damn, y/n you are down bad my friend.” Toni says as she walked up to you and caught a look at the newest drawing you had started of Fatin. You slam your book close immediately and look up at Toni as your face heated up. Toni laughed at your reaction, “You look like you got caught doing something bad.” “Well, I...” You struggle to find words to explain yourself. Toni placed a hand on your shoulder to calm you down, “It’s fine y/n, I’m just messing with you.”

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You sat next to Dot and Toni as all the girls lounged around for the day, making it an unofficial day off for everyone. “When are you going to tell her?” “Huh?” You hadn’t been paying attention, to busy being distracted by Fatin laying out in a bikini. Toni and Dot face palm at your obvious staring. “She said when are you going to tell Fatin you’re in love with her.” You roll your eyes at your friends, they had been trying to pressure you into confessing your feelings to Fatin for the past few days. “I’ll come clean when you and Shelby finally bone.” You say to Toni with a roll of your eyes. It’s silent for a few minutes and you turn to look at Toni with wide eyes, mouth wide open. Toni looks at your gaping facial expression with a look between embarrassment and a smirk. “You dirty dog!” You say a little too loudly and feel Toni’s hand cover your mouth. “Can you shut the fuck up?”

Fatin had looked up at the sound of your voice and watched as Toni covered your mouth. It made her chuckle for a second before she saw you wiggle your eyebrows at Toni and the other girl blushed. Fatin sent a glare, that went unnoticed by everyone except for Leah, towards Toni who finally removed her hand from your mouth.

“You have to tell her.” “What, no I don’t that wasn’t what I said!” Dot shook her head at you disapprovingly, “You said that you would if Toni and Shelby fucked and they have so now it’s your turn.” “That’s not fair! I didn’t know they already did!” Both girls shake their heads at you in disappointment. “Fine, fuck both of you, I’ll do it tomorrow.” You growl at the two girls before grabbing your sketch book and storm down the beach to draw in peace, not noticing Fatin’s concern gaze follow your shrinking figure.

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“I got this... No I don’t... Yes I do...” You kept arguing with yourself as you paced back and forth away from the girls. You kept taking peaks at the most recent drawing you had made of and for Fatin. It was a black and white portrait of Fatin with a heart behind her shaded to look 3D. “Should someone go talk to her?” Shelby asked in concern as the other girls watched you pace. Toni let’s out a sigh and goes to stand up when she feels Dot pull her back down. Toni looks to Dot in confusion before realizing that Fatin had stood up instead and was walking towards you. Dot and Toni immediately start nudging each other like elementary school boys in excitement.

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“Y/n?” You hear Fatin say as she walks up to you and your heart stops. “Are you okay? You’ve been pacing for a minute.” Fatin says as she places a hand on your should to stop you from pacing. You turn your body towards Fatin and your eyes widen when you realize how close the two of you were standing. You looked down at the other girl and felt like you were going to combust. Before you said something awkward, you shoved your sketch book into her hands. Fatin looks at the book and then at you in surprise, you never let anyone look at your book. Fatin starts slowly flipping through the book to give you time to take it back but when you don’t, she continues through the book.

Her breath catches in her throat as she stumbles upon the first drawing you had ever done of her. Her eyes got wider and her face got hotter as she found more drawings of her. She noticed how all your drawings where off her neck and above only. It made her blush because most of the guys she slept with did so because of her body and it felt nice for it to not be capitalized in your drawings. Fatin finally reached the most recent drawing and felt herself tear up, it was so detailed and beautiful. Fatin looked up at you and you just gave her a nervous smile, hoping those were happy tears. She pulled you into a hug and heard how fast your heart was beating causing her to laugh.

“I, um, take it that you like them?” You ask uncertainly as Fatin continues to hug you. Fatin releases you from the hug and wipes the tears from her face, she feels a little ridiculous crying over a drawing. You don’t do anything as you watch Fatin collect herself, not exactly sure if she just really liked the pictures or held the same feelings for you. Fatin pulled you in for a bruising kiss, completely cutting off any self doubting thought you had, the kiss taking your breath away. “The drawings aren’t the only thing I like.”

#fatin x reader #fatin jadmani x reader #x reader #female reader #female character #female x reader #the wilds #the wilds x reader

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