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sakebytheriver · 2 years

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If you got a chance to make your dream film with an unlimited budget/resources what would it be?

Oh God what a question, I have so many big ideas for stuff I'd want to make, most of which are not movies/films but TV shows instead, like the crazy complicated high concept sitcom dissection series I've been drafting, or the numerous ideas for reboots or continuations for already existing properties I have like a queer poc lead reboot of Firefly that I've only created character bios for, or the original prequel TV series I have a pilot outlined for Vala Mal Doran from Stargate SG1 about her time before she joins the team but after she's no longer the host of a Goa'uld, or the live action reboot of American Dragon Jake Long that exists purely in my head, and I have an idea for a Joker style stand alone tragic romance movie for Mr. Freeze and Nora, that I've completely outlined and have started writing a screenplay for

But I think if someone were to approach me today with this offer, there's one movie I'd make in a heartbeat. I have finished screenplay about two high school seniors, a second generation Chinese boy named Jin and a darkskin black girl who just moved to the area named Shirley, falling in love in the 1960s in that liminal space where school integration had just started, but interracial marriage was still illegal federally in San Fransisco Chinatown. It's a period piece romance filled with all the tropes of the genre with many lingering shots on their hands with their fingers almost touching but not quite, a scene with their own version of prom and another scene on a ferris wheel where they talk about running away together, a bubbly lesbian best friend character that acts as their wingman, the forbidden/secret romance they develop etc etc.

I love the characters in that script so much, I have such an emotional attachment to them and to their story, it's a bittersweet story that I personally think the phrase "two ships passing in the night" was invented for (do not judge me but the song The One by Taylor Swift was literally such a big inspo for their romance, there were days while I was writing this screenplay that I just put that song on repeat to get me in the zone because that song was literally written for these characters and if I was to make this movie that song would HAVE to be included it is literally their song I'd make it into their theme song).

I wrote the screenplay after being inspired by this tweet

And I even incorporated those pictures into the story, having Shirley and Jin take pictures in a photobooth at a fair and then the end of the movie has a closeup on their pictures that fades into the real life pictures of couples from that time as the last frame of the movie.

Now, I'm going to talk about Jin and Shirley as characters because they are my babies and you should know about them.

Jin is the second son of Chinese immigrant parents who own a laundromat. His older brother is the disowned family disappointment whose failures loom over Jin's every action. Jin's parents want him to become a doctor, but he's the loner character archetypr that always has a book in his hand and he even has a journal always on him that he writes quotes down into that touch him in some emotional kind of way. Jin is Shirley's manic pixie dream girl and he is very happy being so. Shirley tells him he should be a writer one day and he laughs her off thinking it's an absolutely ridiculous idea because he'd always been told by his parents that he was going to be a doctor and that he had to make money and that he could never end up like his brother, but she doubles down basically telling him it's obvious that writing would make him happy and the first thing Jin ever wrote was a sonnet for Shirley. And throughout their relationship he is always writing her poems and notes and little things that he slips in her locker or her books or into her hands at the end of the day after he's walked her home, because he always walks her home, because he always asks her at the end of the day if he can walk her home and at the end of their story he promises that for her, he will never stop writing.

And Shirley, my sweet, soft-spoken Shirley, she's the oldest child and about to be the first in her family to go to college. She's a math genius that I may or may not have taken some inspiration from the West Computers of NASA to write her character. She's the logical left-brained counterpart to Jin's manic pixie dream girl energy, she even tells Jin outright that it would be a bad idea for them to be together, but then she's the one to kiss him first after he saves her from a group of bullies. There are a lot of references to princesses and damsels in distress and princes and knights in shining armor, with Shirley telling Jin he is not her prince or her savior and she absolutely doesn't need him to be and him saying of course he isn't but if there's a time when he can take a punch for her he will every time. Shirley starts the film shutting out her emotions and focusing instead on the logical side of things, but as she slowly starts to fall in love with Jin she opens herself up to her feelings and emotions, and just as she inspired him to become a writer he inspires her to use her mathematical genius to become a programmer, (since at the time it was a relatively new career that seemed to be the career that the female computers were starting to move towards instead). Also Shirley has a very strong relationship with her family, it's a lot more loving and supportive than Jin's, but she still keeps their relationship a secret from them out of fear that this could be the thing that takes all of that away. She has a scene with her little brother when he walks in on her and Jin kissing, that is like the biggest turning point in terms of her journey with her emotions. In the end, she's the one to walk away first, but she's also the one that makes sure the two of them will never let go of each other in some way or another.

Anyways, I've probably rambled on about this movie for long enough and I doubt this film will ever be made and if it is it'll be years before that ever happens. I really wrote this script because I have always wanted to write a movie where an East Asian man is the handsome charming love interest and a darkskin black woman is the soft instantly loved beautiful main character in a romance movie, because these two groups of people almost never see themselves in those roles and they have never both been in those roles in the same movie which I personally think is a crime. This film will probably be my Magnum Opus if one day I have the money and ability to make it, because I love it so much and I would make sure that that love is in every single frame. The genre and the story itself is kind of cliche and played out and it's nothing like EEAAO or the big Blockbuster superhero movies with big effects and high concept sequences and storylines, but it's something soft and sweet and meant for people to see something new and different in a genre so familiar and done to death that is meant to make you feel like you've just been given a tiny glimpse at this one moment in the lives of two people who could have existed in the past with an emotional journey that I ultimately want to leave the audience with a sense of bittersweet longing and maybe one day it will

#ignore me #personal #ask #answered #esevik #my writing #film #movies #tv #long post

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blackinquisitors · 1 year

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this Sims update is so... I had to sleep in order to process it. so basically. a little while ago it was new years and Isaacs new years resolution was to get a girlfriend. I sorta forgot abt it for a few days and then he only had 3 days to find a gf. so then began the great hunt for pussy. we went everywhere teenagers frequent and was fruitless for a while. during his search he won a karaoke contest and stole someone's dog from the karaoke bar (Minnie!) who is such a mut that when I went into cas to change her eyes from blue to brown, the game made me name the breed (which I named Theft). but finally found a single teenage girl. her name is nanami she had green hair and pronouns. shes hotheaded and unflirty but shes artistic so manic pixie dream girl right. anyway Isaac is determined to woo her and he lays down the magic. he takes her to the abandoned ruins, smokes a joint with her and then they go and "mess around" in a bush. this vocabulary is crucial. they did not woohoo or have sex (wickedwhims) they messed around. but she somehow agrees to be his gf so resolution complete

we switch back to the Marstons who have been consistently horrible people. jack aged up into a toddler and John remodeled the house and added two extra rooms, so that allowed abigail to move her camgirl streams from the living room to the bedroom. she's still making more cash than John is as a car mechanic. her fans give her more love than John does tbh. but they're still separated yet married and secretly despise each other but at least jack and the dog named Bullet get along

we bounced around from house to house for a while. went to the gaskill, Jones, and Jackson household and decided to hunt for a man for Tilly. requirements: looks like he eats pussy, black (or brown), has a job. we found a fella working at a food stall and fixed him up in cas so he will be her future artsy bf with a pornstache but it's too early. at this same event, we brought Karen and Sebastian (from dragon age). Karen had an orgy at a nightclub with Sebastian a little while ago. this would all be fine except that Sebastian is in a relationship with Bethany 😳.. well Karen tried to flirt w Sebastian some more but he wasn't having it for some reason, and then we looked over and saw Bethany.. she saw them flirt and got so upset.

I switched to Bethany and made her confront him at his house, and he basically said that they only flirted and there was nothing else going on. pal you had a public orgy with men and women and multiple people took photos. I saw your dick on twitter. but she accepted that, forgave him and had sex with him 🙄

and then last night. switched back to the Morgan household. it was the day before valentine's day. I made Isaac join the renegades club with the intention of him taking it over. in the club he meets Wolfgang (who I changed to be a teen instead of young adult) and they have something a little gay going on. this is Isaacs gay experimentation (which doesnt last bc he's straight) but Wolfgang will fall deeply in love with Isaac. but anyway with all my editing in cas, the game glitches and the club meeting ends. Isaac is already at the pool so he decides to invite his gf nanami

nanami shows up. and she's pregnant. remember how I couldn't get the Marstons to conceive after making them fuck nonstop? and then Isaac MESSED AROUND w her in a bush and she got pregnant. whaddahel. she's actually excited to be pregnant and have a child, but her single mother is FURIOUS at her. Isaac gives her money to pay for her abortion, and she's equally happy to not be pregnant. then the next day (valentine's day) he takes her out on a date and it's all nice and their relationship is mostly unchanged. somehow. and Arthur takes Charles out on a valentine's "date" where they fucknasty in the woods right by the carpark entrance on a picnic bench

I think that's it. what a couple of days huh

#sims update 2 #long post

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dzamie · 1 year

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So... tell me about your OCs

Gladly! Here's some quick descriptions of a bunch of them; let me know if you wanna hear more about any in particular!

Dzamie Deshulian - basically the main character. Hypercompetent, definitely a sort of post-edgy cheetah boy who's kinda the central spoke of the OC web. Usually pretty upbeat these days, remarkably egocentric. Loves dragons so much. Has a dragon boyfriend and girlfriend (HM and Dream)

HM Deshulian - sadistic dragon basically kept in check by either tedium, his boyfriend, or his girlfriend (Dzamie and Dream). Very proud of being a dragon. Takes particular pleasure in reminding others of their place in the food chain: below him. Surprisingly mechanically handy, and quite friendly when not trying to kill you.

Mistress Dreamwalker - the manic pixie dream girl to Dzamie's manic pixie dream boy. Extremely corrosive saliva, tears, and other bodily fluids. Wields her Blue Carrot Launcher, which shoots her specially-cultivated lolrandumb explosive blue carrots. Loves YTPs. Has two boyfriends (Dzamie and HM).

Kenneth Oberon - powerful human mage, occupying the only might-makes-right high political seat in the government. Bit of a stick in the mud, if you ask Dzamie. Used to have a bitter, heated rivalry with Dzamie that's since mellowed to a friendly one.

Sylvia the dragon - little golden hammerspace dragon who hangs out in the Dragonslayers Guild Hall to receive affection and strawberries. Has the unofficial duty of "remind newbies that any dragon in our books can kill a person with ease." She usually spits them back out afterwards.

Tesla Coil - MLP OC, a lamia who incapacitates targets with an electrified, rather than venomous, bite. She works for [unnamed secret Equestrian govt agency], and when she's not busy keeping tabs on interspecies relations, she's the building's de-facto innermost security detail (read as: anyone who slips past the real security will probably get eaten)

Eris - MLP OC (stolen from fanon), a draconequus who's gone from a Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony to a Lesser Deity of Chaos and Improbability. Technically Dzamie's god, for all the casual air they take towards each other. Her favorite pastime is usually-harmless pranks, especially on her followers. Has a minor feud with Fyoor. Very casual with warping reality around her.

Fyoor - goddess of most human mages, and basically Rage Given Deity Form. Cannot stand Eris; unauthorized fucking thing, blow it up immediately. Created by mages' prayers. She particularly enjoys actions done in anger.

Wendy - shark girl, works at an aquarium where she basically does dive shows (talk about the fish in the exhibit, maybe do a feeding). Lives nearish to a beach, and approaches stranded people to ask if they want to be rescued or eaten; occasionally moonlights as a moat shark for generic villains. Technically a lemon shark, but got stripes tattooed on her back for the "tiger shark" joke.

#text #asks #rawrs #ocs #eggman is fat mkay #oc: dzamie #oc: hm #oc: dream #oc: kenneth #oc: sylvia #oc: tesla coil #oc: eris #oc: fyoor #oc: wendy

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noirewrites · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Summary:

“Wait, when was the last time you slept, Marinette?” “A few days. Haven’t slept... for a few days... Work to do… Black coffee… Monster drinks... Caffeine in blood…” “I am totally sure the last thing was other way round."

@miraculousfanworks Fulfilled for a prompt in @mlwritersguild!

Read the story under the cut!

“Marinette, it’s 4.30 A.M. in the morning! You need to sleep!”

“Just one more stitch, Tikki,” the girl mumbled to her kwami as she focused on the dress she was trying, trying to get the golden embroidery completed. Kagami’s birthday was in two days and Marinette wanted to give something to her new friend. Hence, she had decided to make the fencer a nice red jacket with black accents, and with a beautiful golden dragon embroidered on it. And she really wasn’t in a mood to mess her hard work up.

“But Marine--”

“Just a second, Tikki…” the girl gritted out before letting out a whoop of joy. “There! It’s done! How does it look like?”

The designer turned the mannequin to show her little friend the final result. The red jacket with its black trims and buttons looked pretty simple. However, it was the majestic dragon that gave the jacket its signature look. It started from the left breast pocket, occupied most of the jacket’s behind and ended with its tail curling near the right hip.

“Wow Marinette, it looks just as if the dragon is embracing and protecting the wearer of the jacket!” Tikki commented, running her hand along the jacket’s embroidery. The golden thread glimmered under the kwami of creation’s touch.

“Thanks Tikki, and now,” the girl let out a long yawn as her eyes drooped. “I guess it’s finally time for a good nap.”

“Yes Marinette!” The kwami chirped, flitting around her chosen’s head in concern. “You haven’t had a proper sleep for a few days. That’s not good for you!”

“I know, I know Tikki, but…” the girl paused as she tried to get her bearings, her hand on the railing to hold herself steady. “There have been just so many commissions for Jagged and Kitty Section, and then the class presidential duties, and let’s not forget Hawk Moth--”

“Along with which you also took it upon yourself to make Kagami a birthday present and babysat Manon for a day, I know!” Tikki completed her statement for her. “That’s why I’m saying, you need to sleep.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m just going to do that,” Marinette sleepily chuckled “Gonna climb the stairs and just flop down on my bed and--”

The moment she lay her head on her pillow, she immediately shot up, eyes bugged out in horror.

“What happened, Marinette?”

The frantic girl yanked at her pigtails as a crazed look appeared in her eyes. “Tikki, I forgot to complete the Literature homework due today!”

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“Cesaire, Alya?”

“Present!”

“Dupain-Cheng, Marinette?”

There was a silence in the room.

“Dupain-Cheng, Marinette?” Ms. Bustier called the name out again, looking up from her register.

Alya raised her hand. “Um, Ms. Bustier, Marinette’s still not here and--”

“Present!”

Immediately the classroom door slammed open as someone dropped on the classroom floor with a yelp. Papers went flying by and the students in the classroom got up to find Marinette sprawled out on the ground, grumbling something incoherent.

She quickly sat up and started to assemble her papers. Adrien and Nino got down to help her as the others went back to what they were doing. Thanking the two guys quietly, Marinette marched up to Ms.Bustier’s desk and slammed the papers down on her table.

“The homework that was due for today, Ms. Bustier. Complete with detailed analysis of the scene that we studied yesterday.”

The teacher took in Marinette’s appearance and tentatively nodded in response, immediately to cringe a bit at the maniac smile that the girl gave her. With a skip in her step, Marinette walked over to her desk and plopped down in her seat beside Alya.

As Ms. Bustier continued taking the attendance in the background, Alya leant into Marinette’s space, holding her hand up in a whispering notion. “M, what the heck? Your hair’s a bird’s nest, your eyes bloodshot and the dark circles make you look like a ghost. What the hell have you been doing?”

Marinette hummed distractedly as she dug into her backpack, before pulling out a big can of Monster energy drink, causing her best friend’s eyes to bug out. “Oh nothing much, just homework,” she nonchalantly spoke, waving her hand as she took in a big gulp of the drink.

“Just…. Homework, you say?” Alya eyed her friend as she continued to drink. Clearly Marinette needed some help, for no normal teenager should be drinking that .

“Yeah, and a bit of designing. Woke up a bit late but thankfully managed to get a croissant and two cups of black coffee.” Marinette put the drink down and wiped at her lips. Alya peered into the can. It was half-finished.

“Girl, are you sure you don’t want to have a heart attack?”

“Mhmm,” Marinette grinned at her manically and Alya decided then and there that her best friend did not need just some help.

She needed some serious help.

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“Okay class,” Ms. Bustier clapped her hands, gaining the students’ attention. “Since today’s lecture was based on stress management and relaxation, I want you all to write something about your life. It doesn’t have to be long: a short paragraph or poem also works!”

The children scrambled to get their supplies out and started working on the task assigned to them. Satisfied with having kept the students busy, Ms.Bustier sat down at her desk and started going through her paperwork.

Five minutes later, a paper was put on her desk.

The teacher looked up to find a weary Marinette looking at her expectantly. Smiling at the student, Ms. Bustier took the paper and turned it, letting out a gasp.

“Marinette, what is the meaning of this?” She asked the girl, pointing at the random squiggles and scribblings that filled the paper.

Marinette shrugged as she swayed a bit. “You asked us to write something about our life. Well, that’s me, a total sleep-deprived mess.”

“You haven’t been having proper sleep, dear?” The girl responded with a small shake of her head.

“Okay.” The teacher immediately signed a note and handed it to Marinette. “Take this to the nurse and she will give you the permission to rest for the day. Grab a proper sleep, it is important for your health.”

Marinette gave her teacher a small smile of gratitude and a thumbs up before grabbing the note and moving out of the room. Sighing in relief at having helped a student, Ms. Bustier started to get back to grading the homework.

The thudding sound of someone falling down the stairs made her run outside the class, to find Marinette staggering quickly (and wearily) in the direction of the nurse’s office.

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Being in bed was a wonderful feeling, Marinette decided that day.

After having completed the homework, she had gotten to sleep at 6.00 A.M., only to be rudely woken up by her alarm at 7. The dark coffee and the Monster drink had got her through the first half of the day, but by the time Ms. Bustier had suggested them all to write something about their life, Marinette had been done with.

Her brain had come to an abrupt stop and she couldn’t think of anything except squiggled and wiggled and incomprehensible stuff. So when Ms.Bustier had granted her the permission to actually gain some rest for the day, Marinette had been very excited.

A bit too excited to not look where she had been going and end up tripping down the last set of stairs.

But having a bruised ankle only solidified the reasons for her rest, so she wasn’t sorry.

She closed her eyes and curled into herself, waiting for sleep to kick in. Given her state, sleep could ambush her any time. And she was very much willing to invest this time in her favorite pastime.

Dreaming of emerald eyes that twinkle in mirth. Cologne that made adrenaline rush through her bld. And blond hair that shone like the sun.

Right now she hated the sun.

Sadly, she ditched the dream in a dark corner of her mind and started to focus on her breathing, waiting for sleep to grab her in her embrace.

Just in a moment.

Just a moment more.

...

Maybe one more moment?

Marinette tossed in her bed with a groan. Why was she not sleepy?

The can of Monster energy drink winked at her from her backpack.

Stupid energy drinks, kicking in at the wrong time.

Marinette wanted to sob and cry and wail at her fate. Why did the universe hate her?

As if answering her pleas, the nurse turned on some soft music in the room. Music that was soft and sweet and serene and calming and relaxing.

Relaxing and soothing like the music that accompanied the smell of the ocean. Ocean… that reminded her of deep blue eyes. Framed by a mop of dark hair.

Darkness was welcomed, for it made her totally drowsy .

Marinette sighed in relief. Yeah, she could dream about soft music and ocean and deep eyes and mysterious smiles and--

The alarm on her phone blared suddenly, causing her to shoot up in bed as she spoke in a language so colourful, it would have made a real sailor blush.

The akuma news feed flashed on her phone in a deep red.

Marinette vowed to herself to not rest till she kicked some moth butt that day.

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“Watch out Ladybug!”

The warning came a bit too late. The pink beam hit the red and black spotted heroine square in the chest, and immediately she felt a wave of drowsiness crash over her.

The akuma, Sleeping Beauty, stole people’s sleep or made them drowsy, depending on the rested state of their mind.

Ladybug was totally done.

Done with the stupid akuma, done with the old looney toon of a butterfly supervillain, done with the ever-conspiring universe.

She just wanted a wink of a peaceful sleep. One that was not akuma-induced. Could she not even get that?

She simply wanted to get over with this quickly.

“Lucky Charm!”

A big carton of Monster Energy Drinks dropped into her hands.

Sadly, the cans were sealed tight and not meant for drinking purposes, as the notice on the top of it said.

She looked at the carton and at the rampaging akuma. The carton shone first, then the akuma’s head.

Such a nice plan.

Simple.

Easy.

Executable.

She hauled the carton over her head.

“Take that, you mangy akuma!”

And summoning all her strength, she yeeted the heavy box at its target.

The carton flew. Chat followed its line of motion with his eyes.

A resounding thud.

The akuma dropped. Ladybug fell to her knees.

“You okay, Ladybug?” Chat was by her side immediately as she panted in exhaustion.

“I am f-fine,” she managed to grit out.

A Cataclysm later, Ladybug tossed the carton once again, this time weakly, into the air with a cry of “Miraculous Ladybug!”.

The magical ladybugs fixed everything. Everything except Ladybug’s exhaustion.

She really wanted to drop dead from exhaustion right now.

“Milady, are you really sure you are okay?” Chat asked once more, looking at his ring worriedly as it beeped.

“As okay as a sleepwalking zombie,” she said with a thumbs up.

Chat stayed a little longer by her side, before vaulting away.

Ladybug gathered all of her strength and pushed herself up on her feet. She trudged forward and finally broke into a sprint.

She had to scale that gap in the buildings in front of her. She crouched. She leaped.

Her Miraculous beeped the final time before the magical suit faded away.

Oh darn.

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Luka came up from behind the dumpster, brushing dust off his jacket. He made a way for his bike, when a yelp from above caught his attention.

The next thing he knew, Marinette was in his arms. And he was breathing as heavily as her.

“Marinette? What were you -- wait, how did you end up THERE?!”

“I-I-” she looked around with wide eyes, before letting out a breathless chuckle. “I was parkouring!”

“In the midst of an akuma attack? From that height? What were you thinking?!” He asked worriedly, his tone going an octave higher.

Marinette gripped his denim jacket and looked up at him with teary eyes. “I just...I--I am sorry!”

“Hey hey, don’t cry, oof calm down Melody,” Luka awkwardly shifted her a bit in his arms, patting her back slowly. He started walking towards where he had parked his cycle.

She curled into him, gripping his jacket as she snuggled.in deep. ‘I wanna sleep,” came her muffled voice.

That was when he took in her bedraggled state, her messed up hair and the dark circles that had been visible in her eyes. “Wait, when was the last time you slept, Marinette?”

“This morning?” Her answer was immediately followed by a yawn.

He got his cycle of the stand with one hand, balancing the vehicle and the girl in his arms awkwardly. “I meant a proper, nice sleep, Mari.”

There was silence from her side and Luka looked down to find her eyes screwed shut.

Oh well, she had fallen asleep.

Carefully, he mounted himself on the cycle, all the while trying his best not to disturb the girl in his arms. He adjusted his grip, and after making sure everything was secure, pedalled off in the direction of his home.

A few moments in the ride, and he felt Marinette fist his jacket as she mumbled something.

“What was that, Mari? I didn’t catch you,” he asked softly.

“A few days. Haven’t slept... for a few days.”

Luka was totally concerned. “But why? And how did you even function?”

“Work to do… Black coffee… Monster drinks... Caffeine in blood…”

“I am totally sure the last thing was other way round,” Luka grumbled as he continued to cycle.

Marinette didn’t speak anymore, just drifted off to sleep.

Once he reached home, he gingerly picked the girl in his arms and got aboard the boat. He walked quickly towards his cabin, all the while praying his mom would not see him (for heaven knows her boisterous congratulations would freak the sleeping Marinette out).

Luka gingerly put Marinette down on his bed and pulled the sheets over her. He picked up his guitar and moved to go to the deck, but found himself stuck in place.

For Marinette had fisted his shirt tight in her little hands.

Sighing partly in realisation and partly at the sight of her cute, sleeping face, Luka bent down to get his shirt free of her hold.

However, as soon as he made a move to loosen her hold, Marinette’s face scrunched up.

“Stay?” came her soft mumble, and Luka’s heart melted.

With no other alternative visible, the boy sighed before pulling his phone out of his pocket. Shooting a quick text to Juleka about Marinette resting at the Liberty, he gingerly sat down on his bed, leaning on the wall.

Marinette immediately shifted herself a bit, giving him room to adjust as she put her head in his lap and dozed off again.

Smiling down at the girl in his lap, Luka gently threaded his fingers through her hair, before pulling the hair ties out. He didn’t want her to get up with heavily knotted hair, after all. Plus, it just provided him more of an excuse to play with her soft locks.

Marinette snuggled herself to him, and Luka shifted his legs a bit to make her more comfortable. He hummed a lullaby, letting himself relax as the love of his life slept near him in pure bliss.

Sleep came to him discreetly, and he found happiness in dreams of pink cherry blossoms, the scent of chocolate and bread and the beautiful smile of the music of his heart.

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Anarka entered the small cabin, looking for her son to get some groceries. However, the sight that met her caught her off guard.

Luka was leaning by the wall, his head tilted to the side as he dozed off, a content smile spread on his face. On his lap lay the sleeping form of the girl who designed for Kitty Section. Luka’s one hand was in the girl’s hair while the other was draped over her back protectively. The girl herself had a peaceful smile on her face as she used the boy’s legs for her pillow, while her one arm fisted his jacket and the other was near her waist, interlocked with Luka’s.

Smiling, the Captain of the Liberty simply pulled out her phone and discreetly clicked a picture of the two sleeping kids, before smiling and walking out of the room.

#mlwritersguild #prompt fulfillment #lukanette #sleepy marinette #fluff #cuddles #snuggles #let marinette sleep #humor #attempt at humor and crack

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celtics534 · 3 years

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Whatever it Takes

Covert Love Chapter 21

It’s finally over 😥! The final chapter of Covert Love is upon us. Y’all have been amazing with your love for this story and it makes me so happy! Thank you for all the encouragement and love 😁. I need to credit the amazing @thedistantdusk for all her help with this story! Literally the best person ever!!

This chapter title is based on Whatever it Takes by Imagine Dragons.

Read on: FF.net or AO3

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“ Hey, Prue. Long time no see .”

Harry’s entire body turned to ice at those words, at that voice. He’d know that voice anywhere. It was in all his dreams of the future, in every daydream his mind concocted, and it was the voice that made him feel safe with every word spoken. Except for those six words. Except for in this moment where he was tied up by a lunatic who had a crazy obsession with the love of his life (who happened to be the owner of the voice).

He tried to turn, to look at her, but the rope Prue had tied around him stopped him from turning more than ninety degrees. But even with that limited angle, Harry was able to see Ginny standing in the kitchen doorway, her palms out.

Prue’s shoulders tensed at the familiar voice. She spun around slowly, her eyes sharp as steel as she stared at the person. “ Well , I didn’t expect to see you here , my dear.”

Ginny’s laugh was humorless. “I could say the same for you, Prue.” She moved forward slowly, her gaze locked on Prue. “How about we catch up. I think we have a few things to talk about.”

The laughter that came out of Prue was manic, raising the hairs on his arm. “What is there to talk about, Ginevra? You were supposed to stay at my house. Actually.” Prue’s brow knit together. “How did you get here? France isn’t a short trip.”

France ! Harry’s mind faltered at the word. Prue had taken Ginny all the way to France! They hadn’t even spread their search past the United Kingdom. At the rate they had been going… Nope ! Harry needed to focus on what was going on right in front of him, not some what-if situation.

He took a deep breath, which wasn’t an easy task due to the gag shoved in his mouth. Ginny had moved to stand only a few meters away from him. She was so close he could almost touch her (if it weren’t for the rope pinning his arms to the back of the chair). Every part of him ached to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her. Of course, all the relief he felt at seeing her was numbed by the situation they were in. Yet all his body craved was a chance to hold her in his arms.

“So, care to tell me why you’re here in my brother’s house?” Ginny asked as if she were merely discussing the most recent rainfall. “I assume you have a reason for showing up uninvited to their lovely home.”

“Well, I had to meet this adorable niece you keep raving about!” Prue lofted Victoire a little higher in her arms, making the little girl whimper. “And of course I thought, why not having a cup of tea with the family while I was at it, but for some reason the moment I showed up everyone got rather tense. Including your little boy toy over there.” She jerked her chin at Harry.

“I can’t imagine why.” Ginny’s tone oozed sarcasm. “People tend to respond poorly to surprise visitors, Prue.”

Prue stared at Ginny for a few seconds before her lips curled into a condescending smile. “You may be right there, my friend. Next time I’ll have to remember to send an owl. But until then…” Prue twisted the blade in her hand ever so slightly, making it dig into Victoire’s skin a little more. “How about we all settle down for a lovely chat.”

“Should I go make that tea?” Ginny asked, her tone still level as if they were talking about morning broom traffic over Dublin. If Harry didn’t know Ginny as well as he did, he might have been fooled by her aloof attitude. But if there was one thing in this world Harry was proud to understand was Ginny Weasley. The way her fingers twitched every few seconds, the stiff way she stood, and the tension in her jaw… Ginny was nowhere near relaxed.

Ginny had told him stories about her tremendous acting skills. As a child, she’d used it to get an extra biscuit or get one of her brothers in trouble instead of herself, but Harry hadn’t yet been graced with a presentation of her skills. But as he watched her go toe to toe with Prue he decided she was as good as she’d claimed, maybe even better.

Prue’s head tilted to the side, as if considering Ginny’s offer. After a few moments, Prue shook her head. “Why don’t you take a seat beside your brother?” She jerked her chin to Bill. “Best seat in the house. You’ll be able to see everyone and everything .”

Again, if Harry wasn’t adept in watching Ginny he would have missed the way her neck tensed as she swallowed hard. “Oh? And what will I be privy to seeing?”

The wicked smile that turned Prue's lips made Harry's heart pound against his ribs. Her eyes fell onto him. "Something that should have happened a long time ago."

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Harry bit his tongue as the steel blade ripped into his leg. He refused to give her the satisfaction of showing how much pain he was in. Prue's cuts were precise and deep. Every swipe of her knife sent fire shooting through his body.

The first few cuts hadn’t been so bad, but after Prue’s twentieth slice Harry had given up keeping count. He’d closed his eyes after the tenth slash. At first he'd kept his gaze locked with Ginny, who was straight across from him, her arms and legs bound, but after the tears started falling silently down her cheeks Harry couldn’t look any more. She had tried to stay strong for him, but he saw her wince at every mark Prue made.

“You know,” Prue’s voice was higher than normal as she spoke somewhere to his left. The amusement was too clear in her tone. “This could all stop if you acknowledge your true calling, Ginny.”

Harry slowly opened his eyes to see Ginny’s pinched face, clearly trying to hold back any more tears. When she spoke, the tremble in her voice made Harry’s gut clench. “I don’t know what you mean, Prue. I’ve never known what you meant by that!”

Prue made a tisking noise with her tongue as she tapped the blade of the knife against the side of Harry’s chair. “I was afraid you’d say that.” Harry didn’t even see her hand move but rather felt the sting of the blade as the wound opened on his bicep. Prue let out a high pitched laugh that made every hair on Harry’s body stand on end. “ Whoops .”

Harry forced himself to breathe through the pain. He looked over at Ginny who looked ready to crawl her way to Prue to kill the woman. The way Ginny’s eyes burned with rage… Harry had never seen her emit such anger. He’d seen her angry a time or two, but this… this was a level of intensity that would make Harry cower if the look was direct at him.

“Prue.” Ginny’s voice had lost all its false serenity. Now her fury washed off her like tidal waves. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about! So why don’t you stop this insanity!”

Prue just shook her head as she circled around Harry, like a bloodthirsty shark. She let the knife tip graze over Harry’s body as she went around. His shoulder, bicep, arm, thigh. An uncontrollable shiver ran down Harry’s spine every time the blade touched bare skin.

“I’m disappointed to hear you say that.” Prue stopped so she stood directly behind him. Harry watched the knife skim over his arm to hover over his neck. “And I’m sure boy wonder here is feeling… discouraged by your inability to grasp your true self.”

Harry stared at Ginny, willing her to look at him. There were so many things he needed to tell her. How this wasn’t her fault, how much he needed her to stay safe, how much he loved her… He prayed that she could understand all that just by looking him in the eye. But she didn’t take her gaze off Prue.

“I swear if you kill him -'' Ginny's jaw clenched as she pursed her lips so tightly together that the skin around them became impossibly white. Her chest was heaving as she struggled against her bounds. “Just take me instead. Forget about them… about him.”

He could feel Prue’s body as she stood stiffly behind him. Harry could imagine her staring at Ginny with that cold, calculating look. When she spoke her tone was that of a soothing parent, yet her words sent another round of shivers down Harry’s spine. “No, sweetie , you need to be taught a lesson and I think this is the only way.”

The tip of the blade dug into Harry’s skin. He sucked in a deep breath. Harry wasn’t afraid to die. No, in his line of work he’d accepted his death might come at a young age. But to die knowing Ginny would still be in danger… it made a claw seize his heart in a tight hold.

He could feel Prue’s fingers at the side of his neck as she started to let the blade slide along his skin millimeter by millimeter. Harry closed his eyes, wishing he’d been given more time. Time to fulfill his dreams with Ginny. The dreams of getting married, having children, growing old together and getting to watch their grandkids play as they sat on their back porch.

Then suddenly the pain lessened to nearly nothing. Harry briefly wondered if she’d somehow killed him instantly. But the logical part of him knew that was nearly impossible with a neck slash. Then the noise of a scuffle reached his ears. He opened his eyes to see the bloody knife laying on his lap while Ginny and Fleur wrestled with Prue.

He had no idea how the two women had escaped their binds but apparently while Prue had been busy with him, they’d been doing their own work. Ginny’s fist connected with Prue’s cheek bone, making the woman cry out in pain. Fleur had focused on Prue’s feet, knocking her to the ground.

Ginny followed Prue to the ground. Straddling her waist while her knuckles slammed into Prue’s nose, making blood gush instantly. Prue howled in rage and pain, however she didn’t give up easily. She kicked out, knocking Fleur away from the tussle.

Harry struggled against his binds. He needed to help Ginny. Fleur rushed over to him, grabbing the knife from his lap. “ Une seconde, chérie ,” she said before hurrying off to free Bill’s ties.

Normally, Harry would have been offended at Fleur’s choice to free Bill first. But he had to figure his appearance didn’t inspire confidence in being ready for a fight. Hell, without the adrenaline coursing through his system, Harry was almost certain he would have blacked out. He did a quick visual inspection of himself. His once-white shirt was now a dark red and his blue jeans now had darker stains tinting numerous spots. Yeah, he didn’t exude ready for combat .

Harry’s focus was divided between the two groups. To his left Fleur, sliced every braid on the binds that held Bill. To his right, Ginny had Prue pinned to the ground, both women fighting with a fury rarely seen even on a battlefield. For every punch Ginny landed, Prue claws marked Ginny’s skin.

Everything was moving so quickly that Harry’s mind could hardly keep up. One second, there were three strands of rope binding Bill, then there was nothing. At the same time, Prue’s right hook connected perfectly with Ginny’s temple, making the red head fall backwards. Ginny’s loss of balance was all Prue needed. She pushed Ginny off her, springing to her feet faster than Harry expected.

He could see the short lived debate in Prue’s eyes, to run or to fight. It wasn’t more than a second before her flight instincts took control. She bolted towards the kitchen, but Bill was hot on her heels. With a tackle that would have made a rugby player proud, Bill took Prue down to the hardwood floor.

That was when he noticed Fleur had begun to cut his ropes. She was already to the last knot before he’d noticed. Then he was free and on his feet. He reached into his back pocket where he kept a pair of muggle zip ties that he crafted into handcuffs. Bill had Prue face down into the floor, giving him easy access to her wrists.

Prue was screaming unintelligibly into the floor, her body wiggling under Bill, but he outweighed her by nearly five stone, making her struggle for escape practically pointless.

After Harry pulled the ties tight, he rose to his feet, Bill locked eyes with him. “I’ve got her.” his voice was like sandpaper, but his eyes were steady. “Go check on everyone.”

It took Harry a moment to think past the fact they’d caught Prue to remember that there were others in the room. He turned around to see if Ginny was still on the floor where Prue had knocked her, but she’d risen to stand beside Fleur. The two women were trying to comfort a crying Victoire, who had been tied next to her daddy when Prue had turned her focus onto Harry. Fleur pulled the little girl into her arms and held Vic to her chest. Harry could see Fleur trembling as she held her daughter close.

Ginny turned around and their eyes locked. Harry’s mind was completely empty, except of her. Of Ginny, who was the most incredible woman he’d ever met. His legs moved with no hesitation. He needed to get to her, to touch her. Within five long strides he was holding her face in his hands.

Her face had numerous cuts, darkened bruises, and a lip that was rapidly swelling, but she’d never looked more beautiful to Harry. “Are you okay?” His voice was just as rough as Bill’s, but at the moment he couldn’t care less about his scratchy throat. All that mattered was what he held in his hands.

Ginny smiled at him, that smile she saved only for him. “Never better.” She rose to her toes to lightly kiss him. For such a chaste peck, it said so much to Harry. In the two seconds their lips touched, Harry’s heart expanded two sizes with the love he felt for this woman. He leaned his forehead to hers as she said, “I don’t know if you know this, but punching someone is very therapeutic.”

It took a second for his tired mind to register her words, but once they had, Harry started laughing. Ginny joined him, her smile wide as she laughed too. To an outsider they might have looked insane, but Harry couldn’t care less. He was alright, Ginny was alright, and past that nothing else mattered. He kissed her again, letting his lips linger this time speaking against her smile. “I love you.”

Ginny ran a hand up the side of his neck before cupping his jaw. “Right back at you, darling. I think we need to take a little holiday. Have a chance to relax. Somewhere warm and where I can have my way with you whenever I want.”

Harry’s breath hitched as he nodded. “Oh that can definitely be arranged.” He kissed her one final time. “But first, we’ve got to introduce our friend over there to her new cell in Azkaban.”

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“So Prue was convicted of all accounts,” Jamieson greeted as he plopped a manila folder on Harry’s desk. “Five accounts of kidnapping including a minor, multiple accounts of torture, and of course the stalking.”

Harry picked up the file and quickly flicked it open to see Prue glaring at the camera, her scowl becoming more prominent with each second. Her nostrils flared as she stared down the photographer. “That was fast. A trial and conviction in three weeks. Did Tonks discover anything else that could be added to Prue’s sentence?”

After Prue’s final attempt at freeing Ginny, Tonks and her partner, Emmeline Vance, had dug into Prue’s background and financials. Harry hadn’t been allowed to help due to his removal from the case, and his forced medical leave. He’d been commanded to take three weeks’ leave, which for once hadn’t bothered him because Ginny had also been given time off from the Bats.

They had taken their medical leave to heart, deciding a trip away was the perfect remedy to heal their emotional wounds (because the St Mungo’s healers had easily healed their physical trauma). The Spanish coast they’d found had been secluded and ideal for them. They’d swum with dolphins, eaten a plethora of bananas grown right outside their casa’s window, and spent every night in bed together.

But none of that had been his favorite moment of their holiday. There had been one night that outshone the rest. Every time he thought about that evening a goofy grin split his face. The sunset on his back, Ginny’s hand in his, the waves creating the perfect melody as they crashed against the sand… the best moment of his life had been the instant Ginny has said —

“Potter?” Jamieson slapped his arm, bringing Harry out of his daydream.

“Hm? Oh sorry!” He cleared his throat. “What were you saying?”

Jamieson snorted. “Clearly you had a good medical leave based on that cat-ate-the-canary grin.” Harry could feel his cheeks heat as his boss continued. “Tonks was able to find Prue had offshore accounts. Apparently, before coming to Ireland she’d had a rather lucrative muggle business, which we discovered to have been committing tax fraud before she’d performed an insurance fraud that allowed her accounts to reach a level to somewhere in the high millions.”

Harry had not seen that coming. “Seriously?”

“Yup.” Jamison popped the last letter. “The muggle police had been on her trail until she’d confounded them and disappeared to Ireland.”

“Okay so that’s where she gained her wealth, but what caused her to become obsessed with Ginny?”

“Ah.” Jamieson let the word out on a sigh, propping his hip on the side of Harry’s desk. “It turns out Canon had grown up in an abusive household. Her father was Tom Riddle.”

The name was familiar to Harry, but he couldn’t quite place it. “Remind me of who that is.”

“He was one of France’s most notorious killers. He ran one of Paris’ largest drug cartels. In his twenty-five year reign, he made over five hundred thousand in profit. But during that time he impregnated a young prostitute by the name of Estelle Canon. Based on the intel we’ve gathered through journals found at the homestead where Prue brought Ginny, Riddle sold Prue’s mother to a rival gang for access to their land. Riddle was trying to expand his empire out of Paris. But once Prue’s mother was gone, there was no one there to protect Prue from Riddle’s... more sinister behaviors and desires. ”

Harry’s gut clenched because he had a good idea of what Jamieson meant by desires , and even though he hated Prue, no one deserved to be abused like that. He let out a deep breath. “Okay, so she had a really bad childhood. But that doesn’t explain her fascination with Ginny.”

“Prue’s mother used to read her children’s books where a goddess was stuck on Earth. The goddess was said to be stuck in a human form until she discovered decency among humans. Prue somehow connected Ginny with the goddess in the tale.”

“Okay, I can get that on a crazy level, but why Ginny? Have we tried to get her to explain why she thought Ginny was this goddess?” Harry asked.

Jamieson snorted. “Of course! Vance has been to Azkaban everyday, but Prue refuses to speak. Anything we learn is going to be through her journals, which I’m surprised she even had. We’re planning on taking them to Ms Granger when she has some time.”

Harry nodded, he was no psychologist, so trying to understand why Prue kept a diary was a mystery to him, but maybe Granger could figure things out. “Well, I’m just glad it’s over.”

“You and me both, Potter. “Jamieson clapped a hand to his back. “You did good, minus the whole falling in love with your ward thing.”

Harry looked up into his boss’ amused eyes. “Sir, with all due respect, I’m pretty sure when you knew when assigning me the case that it’s nearly impossible not to fall in love with Ginny Weasley.”

Jamieson let out a bark of a laugh. “I’d never tell her, but that girl had me wrapped around her finger the first time Bill introduced us.”

“Oh and how easy it was,” an amused voice came from behind the two aurors, making them jump and turn to look at the woman they’d been talking about. Ginny was beaming at them as she moved closer.

Jamieson rolled his eyes before smiling at Ginny. “What are you doing here, Weasley?”

She pointed at Harry. “We have an appointment with my parents this evening and I refuse to let him claim some work -- thing -- as a distraction.” She met Harry’s eyes. “We’re in this together aren’t we, Potter?”

Harry could feel that goofy smile coming back. “You know I’d follow you anywhere, Love.”

Again, Jamieson rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to watch this. Potter, you’re free to go once you return that report to Tonks.” He pointed to the folder that he’d lefted on Harry’s desk. Then he was gone, moving across the bullpit to his office without so much as a farewell.

Ginny took Jamieson’s vacated spot, leaning slightly on the edge of his desk. “So how was the first day back?”

Harry shuffled the papers back into the folder, before rising from his chair. He stood in front of Ginny, his fingers moving to graze her hips “Not so bad, though… My mind did wander quite a bit.”

“Hmmm.” Ginny stood to her full height, still making her half a head shorter than him. “And what did your rambling thoughts focus on?”

He brought his hand to hers, threading their fingers before pulling their joined palms up to his lips. He kissed each knuckle until he reached her ring finger where two bands rested. The engagement ring they’d recovered from Prue’s house and the silver ring he’d slid there only a week ago. “How much I missed my wife and wished we were still in our little seaside casa where I could drag her off to bed whenever I wanted.”

Ginny pulled their interlocked fingers away from his face so she could replace it with her lips. She smiled against his mouth, “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about my handsome husband while going through Kennedy’s drills.”

Harry groaned quietly as she nipped at his bottom lip. “How upset would your parents be if we skived off tonight?”

She laughed, pressing a final peck to his lips before away.“Pretty angry, seeing as we’re already going over there to tell her we eloped. Best not to test Molly Weasley’s patience by cancelling.”

He sighed. “I know you're right. At least I think our parents will take it better than Sirius. He’s going to throw a fit that he wasn’t there to be my best man.”

“Don’t worry, love.” Ginny brought their joined hands to her lips before using them to pull him towards the exit. “I’ll protect you from our disgruntled parental figures.”

“I’ll be holding you to that, Ginny Potter.”

She sighed happily. “I love it when you call me that.”

“ Do you.” Harry stopped their movement to pull her into a small alcove near the muggle exit of the auror offices. He pressed her back so she leaned against the wall. “I’ll make sure to say it more often,” he said, leaning in to put his lips right next to her ear. “Mrs Potter.”

Ginny's hand came to knot in his already messy hair, drawing his lip away from her ear before kissing him. “At — this — rate — we’ll never — make — it.” Ginny said each word in between kissing him.

Harry was about to say he didn’t mind one bit, but Ginny cut his words off with a heated kiss that made his mind go blank. Right as he started to debate if he could get away with setting some privacy charms around their little niche, Ginny pulled away. Her hand slid back into his, their matching rings clinking happily together. She winked. “Remember that for later tonight.”

Then she pulled him out of their hideaway and towards the street where they could apparate back to their flat. Harry smiled as they stepped out into the rare Irish sunshine. He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed all because of a covert mission. All because he’d fallen in love with Ginny Weasley.

#hinny #hinny fic #Harry Potter #Harry and Ginny #harry potter fanfiction #harry X ginny #harry potter fan fiction #Covert Love Chapter 21 #Covert Love Final Chapter

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manicdragondreamgirl · 8 months

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Not to adhd post on main but migraines and adhd combo truly had me living an actual nightmare today. I put my work outfit together last night and swear I packed my bag but I managed to leave today missing my keyboard, headphones (INCLUDING MY BACKUP HEADPHONES!) and I somehow put on my flip flops that I wear to take out the trash instead of my flats and didn’t even realize any of this until I was too far from home to turn around lmfao. Who cares if you took meds and pre planned for ur day the night before, the migraine simply deleted all of my brain cells. I took meds once I got to work and then had to sit there mortified all day that I rolled up IN FLIP FLOPS AND MY OTHERWISE BIZ CASUAL OUTFIT.

#THEY DIDNT EVEN MATCH. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY NIGHTMARES I HAVE HAD ABT THIS #adhd and migraines are a combination straight from hell #it’s me your manic dragon dream girl

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hiddendreamer67 · 5 years

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The Dragonfly Curse

Summary: Roman often gets hit with small curses by the Dragon Witch- little things being forced to speak only in rhyme or becoming incredibly clumsy for a day. He hides this from the others, as to him they’re punishment enough for his failures. They’re small measly problems- which makes this latest curse ironic in that he’s reduced to a four-inch tall dragonfly-winged fairy.

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Roman treaded through the forest, footsteps light as he fought to keep his presence unknown. Uneasily he twisted his wrist, the handle of his blade recognizing the familiar movements as he gave the sword a small twirl to calm his nerves. It grounded him, reminding him that even in this vast expanse Roman still had strength. A strength he had to wield if he intended to protect those he loved.

Imagination could be a fickle thing. Once upon a time, Thomas was young. His dreams were filled with puppy dogs and rainbows (the symbolism ever present in his gay subconscious), and Roman was happy to traverse the magical paradise that had appeared through a portal in his room. Back then it was a magical place, so full of laughter and cheer. Roman had always wished he could bring some of that wonderous joy into his own room so that he could let his fellow sides in on the fun.

Now, Roman’s greatest fear was exposing his family to this hell.

As Thomas had grown older, the Imagination had become overgrown with negative creations, a side effect of the dark sides no doubt. For far too long Roman had blamed Virgil for the shadow figures that now crept behind every tree, or the inky dark marshes that threatened to swallow unsuspecting villagers whole. Now Roman knew better; the horrible demons lurking around the Imagination had appeared on their own, independent of a single creator, instead representing something far darker than the embodiment of anxiety himself.

Roman chuckled darkly to himself. Maybe Virgil would be amusedly offended at the idea of something having a more terrifying aesthetic than his hundred layers of black eyeshadow. The image was nice to chuckle at, but Roman knew it would never be a reality. He couldn’t let Virgil, or anyone else he cared about for that matter, ever learn about these invaders. They were Roman’s problem alone, his burden to bear. Why else would the portal into Imagination only exist in his own room? Clearly this was his purpose as a knight- to protect those he loved, even from fear of danger itself. Ignorance was bliss, surely.

Of course, Roman was unable to hide everything from the sides, much as he wanted to remain covert. There were times when Roman would… lose. The Dragon Witch was a formidable opponent, much as Roman loathed to admit it, and she took pleasure in laying curses upon Roman for her amusement. These curses were hardly permanent but would carry into the mindscape. Perhaps this was the Dragon Witch’s way of trying to affect the world beyond this accursed land, knowing she herself could never get past the portal. Sending back a defeated and hexed Roman was the closest she could get to throwing something of her own into the mindscape.

Thankfully, these curses had never been particularly threatening to Roman’s physical form, just his pride. That only made them hurt worse in Roman’s mind. Was it not enough to be defeated in his own realm? Must she bruise his fragile ego? But in this way, she knew his weaknesses. Stabs wounds healed. The echoing laughter in his mind did not.

Roman thought back briefly, recounting some of her more memorable curses. One of the first had been upon his tongue, turning it a dull silver in mockery of the phrase ‘silver tongue’ and forcing the princely figure to only speak in rhymes. The others thought he was just being dramatic as ever, putting up with his antics as Roman attempted to compliment Patton’s cooking skills and ended up launching into an eloquent soliloquy about the talent of the heart to bring such “delectable, respectable, selectable treats to the table, how my dearest Patton have you proven yourself so able-“ and so the rhyming continued. Roman had even enjoyed that one, leaning into it to test his own feats of poetry. He challenged Logan to a rematch of their rap battle, this time proving himself a worthy opponent.

The Dragon Witch had been less than pleased when he returned the next week, whistling a nameless tune and declaring how “your devious plan backfired; I’m feeling rather inspired!” Perhaps it was his jesting that had earned him the next hex, cursing him to become unstable on his feet. Roman had spent the day tripping over himself, spilling water any time a cup was placed in his hands and falling flat on his face on more than one occasion. Roman could only play those instances off with the line “I’ve falling for you, my fairest Virgil!” so many times before it was clear that this behavior wasn’t going to end. Virgil told him to snap out of it, and Roman was forced to spend the rest of the evening in his room willing his boots to stop making a fool of him.

So the curses continued, slowly accumulating through the years to remind Roman of his failures. Each lasted only a day, gone by the time he woke the next day. Never the same curse- after all, being part of the Imagination, even the Dragon Witch had standards. Unoriginality wouldn’t stand. Normally Roman would appreciate this creativity, but used against him it was less than pleasant having to bravely face his punishments. Which is why Roman made it a point not to lose often.

Roman paused, his feet stopping atop the large carpet of leaves painted in beautiful golden hues. It would be a beautiful sight, if the stillness in the air did not make the hairs on the back of his neck stand so unpleasantly.

“I was almost thinking you would not show.” Roman spoke up, raising his voice. He kept his gaze straight ahead, giving no other indication he knew there was a trespasser amongst the woods. “Or rather, if you’re attempting to be sneaky, you need to work on your dramatics, you son of a birch.”

There was a giggling through the air, as though the trees found this insult particularly amusing. Roman thought they might, and he gave a small smirk, radiating the essence of a casual hero who was sure of his blade. Perhaps if he imagined himself as such, it would prove true.

“Son of a birch?” A tree, darker than the rest, appeared insulted off to the left a few more paces down the path. The foliage shifted, the tree shrinking and curling in on itself as a woman emerged from the wreckage. She looked annoyed, the atmosphere immediately darkening as she stepped forwards. “I was an aspen, you royal twig!”

“Well you’re certainly as-pain in my butt.” Roman retorted. The trees merely groaned at that one, a few of the younger saplings muttering amongst themselves as though trying to figure out what exactly he meant. Roman rolled his eyes. “Alright peanut gallery, I get it, not my best work.”

“Peanut gallery, now there’s an idea.” The Dragon Witch put a finger to her chin, as if considering an idea. “Perhaps when I beat you today I’ll turn you into a peanut plant. Or better yet, I’ll trap you in a peanut gallery comic, so you will be forced to watch everyone laugh at your antics.”

“I’ve already been a comic book character.” Roman groaned, pretending to be bored as he stretched out a crick in his neck. “And you did a strawberry bush only a month ago. Have you really run out of curses so soon? You seem a bit lost for inspiration. How about I do you a favor. After I kick your butt, you can spend the week thinking up better ideas.”

“You make me laugh, Prince Roman.” The Dragon Witch said, but her mouth was still a flat line. “But perhaps you should save the theatrics for your stage.”

“Gladly.” With no more fanfare, Roman charged, sword at the ready. He took a swipe at the Dragon Witch. Unsurprisingly, she disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke. Knowing this trick, Roman wasted no time in bringing his elbow reeling backwards, satisfied by the ‘oof!’ of pain that came as he painfully elbowed her in the stomach. Roman had no qualms against playing dirty against a girl, especially because gender is a social construct and she started it.

“Why, you little-!” Before she could wrap her claws around Roman the prince rolled to the side, coming up to face her head on again. The Dragon Witch growled, a ball of green flame appearing in her hand.

“You wouldn’t.” Roman squinted, trying to gauge how far his opponent would go.

“Oh, I would.” The Dragon Witch sneered, tossing the flame to the ground. Instantly the golden leaves began to catch fire, the flames spreading as quickly the entire scene became ablaze.

Roman’s eyes widened only momentarily before he began to frantically dash back down the path, the flames licking at his heels. He knew that the trees themselves would likely be protected, mere puppets designed by the Witch who wanted an audience (she always was one for theatrics), but everything else in this forest was fair game.

“You’re insane!” Roman yelped, shaking his leg briefly as his pants briefly caught fire. The Witch cackled at this, giving chase through the path as the green flickers did nothing to harm her. If anything, they curled around her ankles, hugging their creator gently.

“Liar liar, pants on fire!” The Dragon Witch seemed to only find humor in this scenario, grinning manically.

“What are you, twelve?” Roman huffed, his breathing becoming heaving as he fought to keep running. Why didn’t Thomas go to the gym more often? Probably due to Patton’s love of cookies. Even if Patton was a fluffball, at this particular moment Roman was wishing he could change a lot of the heart’s habits if only to gain a little more endurance for these aggravating chase scenes. When he got back to the Mindspace, Roman was certainly going to fill Thomas’ dreams with more eye candy muscled men in the hopes of inspiring him to exercise even once.

Too distracted by thoughts of shirtless men, Roman was oblivious to the branches reaching out for him until it was too late. The wooden limbs wrapped around him, forcing his sword to clatter to the ground as one of the tree spirits tugged him into a tight grip.

“No fair!” Roman pouted, watching the Dragon Witch approach with a devious smirk, her flames coming with her.

“What’s wrong, Prince Roman?” She feigned ignorance, lifting her hand to direct the flames to begin climbing the tree, getting closer and closer to his legs which were desperately trying to kick out of their way. “Come now, surely you haven’t been bested by a few candle flames and a tree? Get up, Prince Roman. Fight. Where’s that courageous hero who dared to march into myrealm just hours ago, dressed in regal colors and claiming ownership of a land he can never hope to control?”

“I YIELD!” Roman suddenly declared through gritted teeth, his knees tucked up to his chest as the fire licked at his boots. To declare himself unsuccessful hurt more than their burn, and as the flames disappeared Roman felt the own fire of determination dying in his heart.

It seemed recently it had burning out quicker with each battle, these losses slowly taking a toll on even his resolve.

“Aww, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” The Dragon Witch teased. Roman gave her a defiant glare.

“I already yielded, there’s no need to drag it out.” Roman huffed, slumping back in the tree’s embrace. “Just get it over with, do your thing. Give me your curse and I’ll be on my way. What will it be, the comic or the plant? Well? What are you waiting for?”

The Dragon Witch paused, her expression for once perfectly blank. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

“Why should I be?” Roman shrugged, feeling a bit proud that he could make her scowl even in her victory. A conversation was still a battle when it came to the Dragon Witch, and at least Roman could win this. “Your little curses are nuisances at best. Your strongest has only ever left me cowering under a blanket for a day. Just a day, nothing more. Nothing sticks. You can’t hurt me, not in any real way at least, because everything you do is temporary. Your magic is just little parlor tricks.”

“Little parlor tricks?!” She screeched and spat. “How dare you! You insufferable pest, you incompetent sprite, you infinitesimal thorn in my side!” The Dragon Witch’s eyes blazed with a fury unmated by any Roman had ever seen, and for the first time in forever Roman really did feel afraid. She struck her hand across his face, leaving a scorching mark with a familiar tingling feeling of magic.

“There.” The Dragon Witch hissed, letting the tree drop Roman into an unassuming pile on the ground. “How’s that for a parlor trick?” Without another word she spun on her heel and left. The fact that she didn’t stick around to watch her spell take effect was a sure sign that Roman had pissed her off more than usual, which likely didn’t bode well for whatever unfortunate hex had just been quite literally slapped upon him.

Roman groaned, his body feeling like it was collapsing in on itself as Roman curled up into a tight ball. A searing pain had begun just along his spine, and Roman heard the fabric of his shirt begin to tear. Rude; he was particularly fond of this ensemble. But even Princey couldn’t lament the ruination of his garments for long, instead letting out a gasp as another round of fiery discomfort shot through his back. Was this the curse? To be in misery for a day? It certainly made Roman regret being so mouthy.

Thankfully, the pain slowly began to ebb away, leaving only a dull ache in its wake. Roman felt as though something was laying across his back, and new nerves connected to these new appendages. Cautiously Roman opened his eyes, looking back for confirmation.

Wings- he had wings. Dragonfly wings, to be exact. It seemed the Dragon Witch was still just as fond of draconic irony as always.

“Well that’s not so bad.” Roman decided. Sure, they were painful to grow, and they would certainly be impossible to hide, but Roman had stayed in his room during a curse before. He gave them a cautious flutter, wincing as one wing smacked him in the face. Perhaps this would take a bit more practice.

Roman stood up, gaining his footing on the slippery leaf below him and prepping for a test flight. Wait… yes, that was leaf, singular. Roman stared down at his feet incredulously, not believing his eyes. That had to be a very large leaf, unless…

The princely figure let out a groan, looking up to see his suspicions were confirmed. The dark trees now loomed over him, appearing to be hundreds of feet tall. It wasn’t just wings, then. The witch had cursed Roman to become a fairy of all things, reduced to nothing but a poor copy of tinkerbell.

At this size, Roman was even more wary of Imagination land, picturing all the horrible creatures that could make quick work of him. He had to get back, now.

“Alright, faith and trust and all that jazz.” Roman psyched himself up, scrunching his face and giving his body a shake to let out his nerves. He focused on getting his wings to flap properly this time, nearly crying out in relief when his feet left the ground.

“Don’t look down.” Roman instructed himself, firmly keeping his gaze forward as he shot through the air, beginning to get the hang of flying as he dodged the various brambles. More than once Roman nearly went headfirst into a spiderweb, skidding to a stop at the last moment. Thankfully he reached the exit on the other side of the forest without becoming prey to any of the shadowy demons. He was relieved that the door still recognized his presence in this form, swinging open wide. Roman wouldn’t have been able to open it himself.

“…woah.” Roman floated inside, momentarily shocked by how unfamiliar his own bedroom looked at this size. He settled down onto his desk, thrown off by the way he had to look up to see the bristled tips of his paintbrushes. How odd.

A knock came at the door, so loud and intimidating that Roman nearly jumped out of his skin. “Kiddo?” Patton’s voice was clearly gentle, but still it rumbled with an unnatural quality. “Do you want to join us for lunch?”

“Ah, no thanks, Pat!” Roman called back, hoping his nerves weren’t heard in his voice.

There was silence, and then another knock. “Kiddo? You in there?”

Oh, of course- an impulse to hit his own forehead overcame Roman. If Patton’s voice was so loud, it only followed that Roman’s voice must be quiet in comparison. He’d have to commit if he wanted to be heard.

“NO THANKS!” Roman called again, this time cupping his hands to his mouth to be heard.

“Oh, okay!” Patton sounded relieved, if not a bit disappointed. Roman deflated slightly, knowing this was another consequence of the curse. He hated letting Patton down. “Well, uh, I’ll check in on you again later!”

He would, of course, the little puffball.

***

Roman tried not to let the knot of guilt twist in him too tight when Patton came back to ask at dinner, then again at breakfast, and a third time at lunch the next day.

This was the longest day of his life. Roman groaned, collapsing back onto his pillow. It only took a few moments for him to realize this was a terrible plan, nearly getting stuck as he sunk into the overly plush surface. Why wasn’t he back to normal yet? It had been 24 hours, hadn’t it?

Patton came back again at dinner. He was more insistent. Roman snapped at him, and it hurt.

What was he meant to do? Roman couldn’t sleep that second night, his wings beginning to twitch anxiously. A curse had never lasted this long before. Should he tell the others?

The new fairy quickly shook his head. No, he couldn’t do that. Going to them meant admitting defeat. He would have to come clean about his rivalry with the Dragon Witch, letting them know of all his countless failures. What would they think of him? What sort of creativity was he if he couldn’t do his one job of keeping Imagination in check? Roman had to protect his family, not the other way around. Besides, he could only imagine the jests he would receive in this form:

“It seems you are incapable of even performing your own tasks adequately-“

“You tried your best, Kiddo, but leave it up to the real sides next time-”

“What’s the matter, Princey? A little thing like you couldn’t possibly help-“

A knock on the door jolted Roman out of his thoughts, the fae rubbing at the wetness on his cheeks. When had he started crying?

“Roman?” That was Logan’s voice, so cool and calculating and pleasant in tone. “We have been sent to retrieve you for breakfast. Are you alright?”

Roman couldn’t even work up the energy to respond. He just let his head loll to the side. Sooner or later the others would learn to leave him alone. Maybe they’d even forget about him… if he was going to be stuck like this, it might be for the best. Roman was useless.

“I can feel the sulking from here.” A third voice muttered, Roman’s sensitive ears picking up Virgil’s annoyed tone. “I say we just break in.”

Roman quickly sat up. What? Them, here? No, they couldn’t see him like this! He flew into the air, eyes scanning for any place he could hide.

“I thought you were against barging into bedrooms?” Logan spoke.

“Nah, just my room. Call me a hypocrite.”

Roman panicked, hearing the doorknob begin to turn. Without hesitation he dashed out of sight, settling onto the top of his wardrobe. Just in time, too, as moments later his fellow sides came barging into the room.

“PRINCEY, GET UP!” Virgil’s volume made the tiny side cringe, Roman pressing his hands firmly to his ears. “…princey?”

“It appears he’s not here.” Logan sated, the two gazing at the bed with conflicting amounts of bewilderment.

“Yeah, thanks, Sherlock.” Virgil’s facial features had turned decidedly blank, trying to process what was right in front of him.

“You do not sound thankful.” Logan murmured.

Virgil ignored his quip, throwing the blanket off the bed. Of course, the entire thing still looked untouched. The anxious side began to run his hands through his hair, seeming conflicted before he rushed back to the door. “PATTON, GET UP HERE!”

There was a frantic pounding of footsteps, Patton clearly running up the stairs before he too appeared in the doorway. “What is it? Is Roman sick?”

“Sick in the head- he’s gone.” Despite his angry words, Virgil looked frantic, and Roman felt far more than a twinge of guilt.

“This is peculiar.” Logan frowned, a hand put to his chin. “The mindscape is only so large. It contains each of our respective spaces and one communal area. Thomas is asleep, so he’s not there, and none of us have seen Roman in over 48 hours. Where could he possibly have gone?”

“Uh…I have an idea.”

The other two sides looked where Patton was pointing, the door to Imagination still ajar.

No! Roman’s eyes widened with fear. The others couldn’t go in there, they’d be killed for sure! Roman had always lied about Imagination, treating it like a magical secret only for him so that they would never know the true misery he faced every day.

“Do you think his realm would grant us access?” Logan took a step closer, making Roman tense up. “I was under the impression that subconscious domains were only accessible by the primary side.”

“Well, the door’s open.” Patton shrugged. “It’s worth a shot, right?”

“Hold on a minute, Pat.” Virgil reached an arm out, grabbing Patton’s forearm. “I don’t like the look of this. Roman’s an idiot-“ Hey! “-but maybe there’s a reason we shouldn’t go in there. We don’t know what it’s like. Maybe we’ll get corrupted just like you guys do in my room.”

For once, Roman was relieved Dark and Brooding was always so cautious. Maybe his friends would be safe after all.

“Virgil, it’s Imagination.” Patton removed Virgil’s hand with a smile, crushing all Roman’s hopes and dreams. “It’s not going to hurt us! I bet it’s got cotton candy clouds and singing flowers and puppies everywhere. “

“I take it back, that’s much worse.” Virgil cringed, but he allowed Patton to take his hand and guide him forward.

“Assumptions will get us nowhere; there is only one way to know for certain.” Logan reached for the handle-

“WAIT!” Roman cried out, his voice shrill and high-pitched as three heads whirling around to meet his terrified expression. Roman gulped, still frightened of their reactions but knowing he had made the right decision. It was better they looked down on him forever if it meant they stayed safe.

Still, having three giants focused on him was nothing to sneeze at- even with all his pomp and circumstance, Roman found himself continuing to huddle against the top of the wardrobe, knowing the jig was up.

“…Roman?” Patton called out, his voice softer than it had ever been. “Is that you?”

Roman winced. “Yeah, it’s… it’s me.”

He was thankful for his high vantage point, but he knew that if the others wanted to get him down it would be an easy enough task. He might be able to fly, but there were three of them for goodness sakes. At this size, a butterfly net could overpower him.

Roman groaned at the imagery, trying to get these thoughts out of his head. Why was he so frightened of the people he loved? Sure they were bigger now- er, he was smaller now- but they still had to care a little bit for him… right? Logan wouldn’t really pin him to a board and Patton wouldn’t really squeeze the life out of him and wow these images really need to stop right now get a GRIP, Princey!

“Are you harmed?” Logan asked, his question surprising the creative side. Logan was often ignorant to other’s state of being.

“Just my pride.” Roman admitted.

Virgil quirked an eyebrow, but it lacked its usual sass. His expression was more shaken than it should be, and the emo looked paler than usual. “Care to tell us what’s going on?”

Not really. Roman wanted to say, but he knew it was too late to back out now.

“Will you come down from there, Kiddo?” Patton took a step forward, cupping his palms and looking ready to catch Roman. He gazed at those hands for a minute, contemplating the risk before he fluttered down to stand in Patton’s palms. This action earned a series of gasps as his wings had previously gone unnoticed.

“It was the Dragon Witch.” Roman admitted, rubbing at his arm self-consciously. “She cursed me to take this form.”

“So, you’ve just been hiding up here all alone?” Patton looked just about ready to cry. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t want you all to think any lesser of me.” Roman ran a hand through his hair. “I know you all think of me as foolish already, and I thought- if you knew how much I failed, that would just be used against me as well. I’m not the protector I pretend to be. I’ve tried to hide this from you because look at me now! A few inches tall and wings on my back like some laughable child cartoon character. I couldn’t stand the mockery on top of everything else.”

“Roman, that is preposterous.” Logan said firmly, earning an elbow to the side from Virgil that didn’t stop the nerd from continuing. “Regardless of your current stature, you are a core element of Thomas’ personality. We require your input. We function best as a cohesive team. Sharing information about your own struggles will only better us as a unit because we will be better equipped to assist you.”

“The nerd’s right.” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck, looking guilty. “Jeez, Princey, I mean… I know we call each other names, but I don’t mean anything by it. I just thought that was our thing. I’m not gonna mock you when you’re clearly hurting, that’d just be cruel.”

“Failure is normal, kiddo.” Patton reached his thumb up, rubbing it comfortingly along Roman’s side. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant. “Just because you failed once doesn’t mean you’re a failure.”

Roman winced. “Ah, actually, it’s… it’s more than once.” The words began to spill out of him, gaining momentum. “I lose to her so often, she always has the upper hand and it’s never the same curse and I keep hiding them from you but they only last a day and this one hasn’t stopped and I don’t know what to do and I’m going to be tiny and useless forever-“

“OY!” Virgil’s shout made Roman flinch again, and the anxious side had the decency to look sheepish. “…sorry. But you need to cut it out. Panicking is my thing.”

“Roman, it doesn’t matter if you’ve failed a hundred, trillion, billion times.” Patton corrected his wording.

“That’s not statistically possible.” Logan looked confused.

“You will never be a failure in our eyes.” Patton insisted. “You are brave, and kind, and lovable, and you bring so much to the table every single day. We couldn’t do it without you, Kiddo. And even at this size you’re the same amazing Prince we know and love. You’re just… a pocket prince now!”

“Roman, I admit that curses are not my area of expertise.” Logan adjusted his glasses. “But, I believe that with our efforts combined, there is certain to be a way to reverse these effects, especially given the knowledge the previous curses all took time to wear off.”

“Let us help you.” Virgil said, his tone bordering on pleading.

Roman looked around at his family. His fantastic, brilliant, amazing family. How could he have not trusted them with this? Of course they wouldn’t see him as lesser, just because of a small curse. His failures were not what defined him.

“Okay.” Roman agreed, feeling nearly overwhelmed with the love he had for them all.

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sp00ks-odyssey · 4 years

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A list of songs I like

A list of my favorite songs so you can know me better: 1. 123 Slaughter me street song By DAGames 2. 3OH!3 Bang bang (FROM THE VAULTS) 3. Why Love me - by Skyper 4. Aftermath - Go To Sleep (Hush Now Quiet Now Remix) 5. Aha! - Pentatonix 6. Angel with a shotgun by The Cab 7. ANIMALS by Maroon 5 8. Anti-Gravity By RUNAGROUND 9. Asking for it - Bye Shinedown 10. Aviators - Jaws (Five Nights at Freddy's Song) 11. AViVA - GRRRLS 12. Azazal & Said - I Said Meow (This is dubstep) 13. Backstreet Boys - I want it that way (Yes I love this song XD) 14. Bad Wolves - Zombie 15. Barnacle Boi - Don't Dwell (bass boosted) (There is only one word spoken the whole time and it makes me cry every time I listen to it I don't know why) 16. BAWITADABA - BY KID ROCK 17. Benny - Little Game 18. Breaking Benjamin - Dance with The Devil 19. Breaking Benjamin - I will not Bow 20. BTS - Dope 21. BTS - Not today 22. Capture the Crown - In My Head (A rock version of the original by Jason Derulo I love the original as well) 23. Centuries - By Fall Out Boy 24. Vocaloid Childish War (An au Sans Version I found) 25. Chopsticks Brothers - Little Apple 26. Classic - MKTO 27. Cooler than me - Mike Posner 28. Courtsey Call - By Thousand Foot Krutch 29. Da Games - Break my Mind (Fnaf 4 song) 30. Daughtry - Traitor 31. Demons - Imagine Dragons 32. DETECTIVE PIKACHU ( BASS HOUSE REMIX) 33. DJ Got Us Falling in Love - Usher (I love this song I hate the parody X( 34. Colors of the Rainbow - By ItaloBrothers 35. Doki Doki Literature Club Song Insanity - By Dolvondo {ft Chi chi} 36. Doubt - Twenty One Pilots 37. Dream Sans Sings - Legends Never Die (I love this version better than the original) 38. Drop pop Candy - English version 39. Eiffel 65 - I'm Blue 40. Error Sans sings Tell me Another (This is better than the original sorry Rockit Gaming XD) 41. Evanescence - My immortal (I love the original but I also love the male version I found) 42. Evans Blue This Time It's Different 43. Fan Girl - Ghost Town 44. Fire Burning - Sean Kingston (yes this is still around and yes I love it still XD) 45. Flo Rida - Low Ft. T-Pain (Radio Edit) The censored version :D 47. Flo Rida - Welcome to My house 48. Evanescence - Imaginary (I love the original but I found a male version that's beautiful) 49. FNAF Original Song - SharaX - Lockdown (there are more fnaf ones but let's not overflow with fnaf songs on this XD) 50. For your Entertainment - Adam Lambert 51. Gangam Style - PSY (YEs i still listen to this XD) 52. Give me Everything - Pitbull 53. Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams 54. Gumi - CopyCat 55. Hat Trick - Jonathan Thulin ft. Derek Minor 56. How Do You Love Someone - Nightcore Male version 57. Zero - By Varsity Club 58. Your'e so Creepy - By GhostTown 59. I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace 60. Ink Sans sings-Nightcore Butterflies (This is the best song I love this version) 61. Ink VS Error Sing Fight For Your Life - (Original song is by Simon Curtis but this version is mwah~) 62. iNSaNiTY - Vocaloid (Not the english one I love the none english one) 63. Jason Derulo - The Other Side 64. Jet Pack Blues - Fall Out Boy 65. Numb - By Lincoln Park 66. Karma - CircusP feat. Eyeris (Male version) 67. Killer - By The Ready Set 68. Lamb. GARDNiDELiA (This is a good Vocaloid) 69. The Living Tombstone - Grim Grinning Ghosts 70. The Living Tombstone - Spooky Scary Skeletons 71. Love Again - Pentatonix 72. Losing My Mind by Mystery Skulls 73. Manic Drive - Mic Drop 74. Maroon 5 - One More Night 75. Red - Let It Burn 76. Red - Hold Me Now 77. Cake By Melanie Martinez 78. My Demons - Starset 79. Nightcore 16 Shots (Male version) 80. NIghtcore - Anxiety (Deeper voice) I love the nightcore males as you can tell 81. Nightcore Male - I'm a Mess 82. Nightcore - Marionette (Male Version) 83. Nightcore - Monster (Male Version Gumi) 84. Nightcore - Pretty Little Psycho (Male Version) 85. Nightcore - Replay (male Version) 86. Nightcore - Rewrite the Stars (Male Version) 87. Nightcore - Rollercoaster (Male Version) 88. Nightcore - Things I'll never Say (Male Version) 89. Nightcore - Unconditionally (Male Version) 90. Nightcore - Truth or Dare (Male version) 91. Owl City - Fireflies 92. Owl City - Shooting Star 93. Pitbull ft. T-pain - Hey Baby (Drop it too the floor) 94. Pain - Three Days Grace 95. Rixton - Me and My Broken Heart 96. Scream -Usher 97. Yeah - Usher 98. The Script - Hall Of Fame 99. SharaX - Renegade (Sans + Papyrus character cover) 100. SharaX - Tick Tock (Vocal Cover) Chance Melt 101. SIAMES - The Wolf 102. Skillet - Awake and Alive, Comatose, Falling inside the Black, Feel Invincible, The resistance, Whispers in the Dark, and Monster) 103. Starset - Point of no Return , it has Begun 104. Super Junior - SORRY SORRY (This group is almost as good as BTS) 105. Take it Out On Me - Thousand Foot Krutch 106. War of Change - Thousand Foot Krutch 107. Three days Grace - Fallen Angel 108. Three Days Grace - Time of Dying 109. TULE - Fearless (fearless meme) 110. UndertaleClose to you - Sans (voice) this is beautiful when you find the right one 111. Flowerfell Secret Garden (This song is beautiful and makes me cry) 112. Usher - More 113. Walk the Moon - Shut Up and Dance with Me 114. Whataya Want From Me - Adam Lambert

#i hate country music can't stand it #i don't like alot of the new ones #these are what I like

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itsmymeaningoflife · 4 years

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I started this fic back when s10 started but I’ve had a major writers block. I hope you enjoy what I have so far :)

I can’t lose you too

“Mom, where are you going?”

Carol blinked her eyes open. The false sense of bliss faded, leaving her with an empty pit in her stomach and a longing in her chest. When she couldn’t hold on any longer and her body begged for slumber, her mind would roam and conjure up another ignorant paradise. Never repeating the same fantasy twice, but it was always happy. Always him.

She was stood on the porch of the old farm house, clutching her frayed woollen cardigan. Her hair was longer than she remembered it and was pulled back into a lose bun. Vague shouting was all that could be heard as Rick, Glenn and Shane ran towards the figure in the distance. It was too far away to make out exactly what it was, but it’s hobbled walk and skewed features raised concern for the group. As it staggered forward Carol realised that the ‘walker’ was carrying something.

“Somebody fetch Carol!”

“Where’s Carol!”

The men’s voices rang louder this time and the hair on the back of her neck prickled. Her legs carried her into a sprint across the field before her head caught up. It couldn’t be true. They searched for her every day, every hour they had light, with no luck. Yet, cradled in his arms was Sophia. Against all the odds Daryl had found her. He staggered forward as Carol rushed to meet him, heart pounding hard and fast. Sophia had always been too small for her age but seeing her now - grimy clothes and tangled hair, wrapped in his arms - made her look as fragile as the day she was born. Her eyes were closed and her skin pale, wrenching a nervous sob from Carols lips.

He had found her, but was he too late?

“Hey, she’s okay.” He reassured. “Jus’ sleeping. I found her hiding up a tree from some walkers. Some food, water and a good sleep and she’ll be as right as rain.”

Carol sighed, tears streaming down her face and stroked her daughters hair. Sophia was alive.

Hershel appeared and insisted on checking them both over. It was then carol noticed the steady stream of blood trickling down Daryl’s forehead. She reached out a concerned hand but he flinched back.

“I’m fine, let’s just get her inside.”

She blinked and then she was sat next to Sophia’s bed inside the farm house, holding her small hand tightly, never wanting to let her go again.

“Thank you.” She murmured, raising her eyes to meet Daryl’s who was sat on the other side of the bed, a bandage wrapped around his wound. “You did more for my little girl today than her own daddy ever did in his whole life. And I’ll never be able to tell you how grateful I am.”

Daryl smiled.

“Told ya’ didn’t I? We would find your little girl and she’d be just fine.”

Tears begun to blur her vision and when she wiped them away Daryl was sat in his chair at her side. She rose to her feet and placed a soft kiss on his bandages, right where the wound would be. Acutely aware of her stomach rumbling, she turned to go and get herself some dinner as a small cold hand clamped around her wrist.

Sophia was sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide and scared.

“Mom, where are you going?”

It was the first bitter-sweet dream of it’s kind and caused Carol to jerk awake in her new bed at Alexandria. She had many years to mourn Sophia and clinging onto her only reminded Carol of how far she had come in this new world. The loss of her daughter cut all ties to the old world and her old self. Yet her sweet girl was never too far from her heart. Every night after that her dreams were all vivid warps of what could have been all those years ago.

The pale of water splashed at Carols side as she made her way back to the Grove. A distant squeal of laughter made her heart lurch with happiness as she quickened her pace up the grassy slope. Daryl danced around, arms outstretched, making a half-hearted attempt to grab the two young girls who tried to weave around him. Mika squealed and jumped backwards as Daryl made a swipe for her arm- his mock-growl turning into a bark of laughter as she dodged him. Lizzie used this opening to dive forward and make a dash towards the Pecan Tree, laughing loudly.

“Nooo!” Daryl exclaimed, crashing into the floor and the autumn leaves crunching under his body. Lizzie touched the tree trunk, followed closely by Mika.

“We win, we win!” The girls sang in chorus, laughing breathlessly.

“Can we play again?” Asked Mika taking a step towards where Daryl was lay motionless on the floor, playing dead. “Come on Da- AHHHHH!”

Daryl threw a handful of leaves at the girl and jumped to his feet with a playful shout. His ambush startled Mika enough for Daryl to scoop her up and hoist her over his shoulder. Thumping on his back with her small fists and cackling the entire time, Mika called out to her sister.

“Lizzie! Help me! The dragon caught me.” She squealed.

“I’ll save you!” Lizzie now brandished a stick as a sword and waved it at Daryl.

“Not if I catch you first.” Daryl jumped forward, making another swipe for her with his free arm, earning another hoot of laughter from the older girl. Weighed down by Mika over his shoulder, Daryl’s reflexes were slowed so he received a defensive whack on his arm from the ‘sword’.

Lizzie froze, worried that she had hurt Daryl but the man laughed harder and used this opening to lunge at the girl. He scooped her up around her waist and held her under one arm. Both girls were now flailing and wriggling to get free but Daryl held them tightly.

“I win! I caught you and I’ll eat you both for dinner! Hahaha!” He shouted manically as both girls giggled.

“Or we could take little girls off the menu and eat some pecan pie instead?” Carol called over their laughter.

Daryl whipped around and set both girls on their feet.

“Last one to reach mom has to wash the dishes.” He claimed, breaking into a run with both girls hot on his tail.

Carol set her bucket of water down and braced for impact. Daryl slowed to let the sisters overtake him and reach Carol first, nearly knocking her off her feet with their collision before he joined them in the group hug. When they all broke apart Daryl left one arm slung across Carols shoulders, pressing their sides together as they walked towards the house. The girls carried the bucket between them, still breathless from their afternoon of fun.

“Looks like you’re on washing up duty.” Carol mocked.

“I don’t mind.” Daryl smiled giving her a squeeze.

Realising that Lizzie and Mika has fell behind, Carol turned and froze. The bucket was gone. Lizzie had blood trickling down her temple and hands. Mika’s shirt was torn and bloody.

“Mom?” They said in unison. “Where are you going?”

This time Carol woke up with tears in her eyes and an empty feeling in her heart. She hadn’t told anyone about the horrors that unfolded at the Grove, hoping that the memories would die with Tyreese. Judith was too young to remember the sisters who saved her life back when the prison fell, leaving only Carol to mourn them. She couldn’t save Mika from her sisters twisted fantasy and she couldn’t save Lizzie from herself. Losing the girls had broken her, yet it felt different to when she had lost Sophia. Carol was a completely different person at that time and knew that both girls jeopardised Judith’s survival. So, she repressed the grief and hoped that the group wouldn’t speak their names again. They never did. Nobody found out what happened to her surrogate daughters after the fall of the prison. Nobody even knew that they had been reunited. But he looked at Carol with such agonising heartache that she believed that he knew exactly what she had lost. She had seen the same broken spirit in Daryl after the group had lost Beth. That girl was a fighter with a heart of gold; a dangerous combination. In the end it was what got her killed. And it tore Daryl apart to lose the child that he fought so hard to protect.

Looking back, Carol had to admit that the groups time on the road had turned them feral. Never staying in one place for more than a night, she barely had time to dwell on her grief and bottled it up once more. Arriving in Alexandria should have been a relief but this lifeline only made her angry. These people were left unscratched from the horror that was the end of the world, living a fantasy behind their fences. Families were whole and mothers still tucked their children into bed each night without having to worry about them being torn apart. They lived in a bubble.

The moment she stepped through those gates Carol knew that to survive im that place she couldn’t be a hardened warrior any more. Plastering on a smile, she played the role of the timid housewife she one was. She cooked and smiled and cleaned and smiled some more. Adapting to her surroundings was the only thing that kept her alive. Carol knew how to make friends with the neighbours and be gracious towards the assholes; Ed made sure of that. However it became clear to Carol that Alexandria had its own type of monster hiding behind its walls. The type of monster that made little boys cower in their closets and seek refuge with someone who knew how to handle a gun. The world as they knew it had faded, yet the horrors of domestic abuse had taken root within the community, leaving Carol to try teach Sam Anderson how to navigate the threats outside the walls and within his own home.

The bell-timer rang and Carol dried her hands on a tea towel before donning her floral oven gloves and opening the oven door. A sweet smell of cinnamon filled the kitchen as she placed the tray of perfectly baked cookies on the counter to cool. On the other side of the breakfast bar, Sam sat scribbling notes on a piece of paper out of a battered text book.

“They smell delicious.” He remarked, pausing writing to inspect her wares.

He reached towards the goods with a greedy hand, which Carol wafted away with her tea towel.

“They’ve just come out the oven you fool.” She laughed, shaking her head. “Anyway, they’re not for us, they’re for Rick and Michonne to say thank you for the casserole that they sent over for us last week.”

Sam sighed and placed his head in his hands, pouting. The back door clicked and Daryl entered, pausing for a second to wipe his feet on the mat.

“Hey.” He smiled warmly at the pair. “Oh, something smells amazing.”

Daryl made a beeline for the tray, only to be greeted with a light slap from Carols tea towel.

“Not for you either.”

Daryl’s pout matched Sams, their sulking making Carol chuckle as she lifted the cookies onto a plate to cool.

“But I suppose I can’t send these over to the Grimes’ without them being tested first, can I?” She smiled pushing the last cookie on the baking tray towards the boys.

Their faces lit up. Daryl took the cookie and split it in half, offering the bigger of the two to Sam. The boy accepted it gracefully and Daryl ruffled his hair. Almost comically, both of them bit a huge mouthful of cookie before repeatedly gasping at the heat. Carol shook her head chuckling.

“I don’t know what you expected.” She remarked, sealing the lid onto the cookie tin. “You boys are always so impatient. Anyways dinner won’t be long so go get yourself cleaned up.”

Daryl whined like a frustrated puppy.

“Shower. Now. Or do I have to hose you down on the porch?”

A bark of laughter lingered in the kitchen as Daryl hurried off upstairs, escaping the dreaded threat of the hose. Carol found herself holding a full biscuit tin and walking towards the back door until she felt a hand tugging on the hem of her jumper.

“Mom, where are you going?”

Losing Sam didn’t hurt the same as losing her girls but it chipped away at the walls she had built up nonetheless. Carol was angry when he died. Not at Sam, he was just a timid child, but at Jessie for not teaching him how to handle himself around walkers. At Sams age, Carl was an active member of the group, helping them to defend and scavenge and kill. She never wanted to be responsible for Sam. He was weak and he wouldn’t last a day out beyond the wall. But the boy had taken a liking to Carol and she couldn’t shake him off. She remembered a time back at the farm, when she was too cowardly and inexperienced to aid in the search for her own daughter and someone else was just as angry at her for not teaching her daughter the basic rules of the new world.

“You ain't my problem! Sophia wasn't mine! All you had to do was keep an eye on her!”

Carol would be lying if she said that those words didn’t rip through her like bullets every time she remembered them. Back when Daryl Dixon didn’t let himself feel anything but anger, he devoted every hour of sunlight to search for her daughter. That’s what hurt the most in the aftermath- Daryl pulling away from the group once more. It was his determination to find her that kept an ember of hope burning in her heart, even after her mind had accepted the harsh reality that their searching was a dead end.

“We don’t know if we’ll ever find her, Daryl.” She had told him a week into the search.

After he came back with an arrow in his side and a bullet graze on his head, it was obvious that this man was going to get himself killed looking for a girl that was already dead. It was true; Sophia wasn’t his. But he searched all the same. And when her daughter came stumbling out of that barn, eyes glassy and unseeing, Daryl was the one to catch Carol in her hysteric attempt to join Sophia and hold onto her firmly in the dust until the ordeal was over.

Sophia was her world, and losing her shattered Carol in an indescribable way. She was left to pick herself up, piece by piece, and put herself back together as a whole new person. The new Carol vowed to not love a child as she did her own daughter. Lizzie and Mika came close to bringing down that wall but she was careful to always keep them at arms length for the sake of he own heart. Sam was another challenge, battling her own maternal instincts to keep the attachment at bay, but she managed to keep her promise to herself.

Until Henry entered her life.

After the war with the saviours, Henry helped Carol heal. She had raised him and watched him grow into a skilled and loving young man who allowed her to call herself a mother once more. When they had lost Rick and the communities crumbled apart, she finally understood why Alexandria lived in an ignorant fantasy. At the Kingdom, she didn’t need to be a fighter or a scavenger. She was the Queen. As much as she hated the title, she was living the perfect fairy tale. Married to the King and mother of the Prince- she had everything this new world could offer. Then the skin freaks showed up and shattered her happy paradise in one afternoon. It should have been a happy day. A day of rejoice and celebration between the reunited communities. Instead she ended the day with Daryl holding her as she became a childless mother once more.

When Henry started showing his face in her dreams, Carol found herself wanting to be asleep for longer each night. Yet it was seeing someone else in those blissful situations that had her feeling conflicted when she woke. Never knowing whether she’d rather cling to an ignorant part of her imagination or try to push them aside and try to heal. The world in her head was happy and loving but when she woke, she struggled to deal with the grief clouding her every thought. So she dealt with it the only way she knew how. Carol stopped sleeping. Learning to live without the veil of foolishness she held in front of her eyes for years was a difficult adjustment, made harder by the frequent visits from the ghosts of her past. It was easier living in Alexandria, surrounded by the friends and family who helped keep her grounded through every battle she had faced so far. Every time she had drifted, they had brought her back. He had brought her back. And she needed that now.

Her dream ended abruptly and Carol blinked her eyes open for the forth time that week. Debating whether to get up and face the day, she fumbled with the twine around her wrist.

#caryl #daryl and carol #carol and daryl #the walking dead #caryl fanfiction #caryl is endgame

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lettersandinkstains · 4 years

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Rules: Answer Ten Questions then ask ten more and tag ten people!

1. Which of your characters would you most like to have as a friend?

⇢I wanna say, Zephyr or Matija. They’re both fun to be around in their own ways. Zephyr is more outgoing than I am, which would be helpful whereas Matija is easily the calmer one and I wouldn’t get as much of a headache.

They both have their pros and cons. 2. Where do you usually go to write?

⇢I usually write in my dorm or in the cafeteria! Sometimes this coffee shop in town known as City Brew.

3. Why do you write? (A tough one, I know)

⇢ Because I want to express myself since it can be hard for me to verbalize my thoughts and because I want to write stories where I can make young queer kids feel less alone and less like they have to be at the side and can be in the major role while normalizing their identities and who they are. And to reassure them that despite what people say, they’re okay. 4. A trope you hate?

⇢ Bury Your Gays ⇢ Mental Illness Horror Trope ⇢ Manic Pixie Dream Girl

5. Which genre do you most like to write? ⇢Recently it’s been dystopias! Though I normally really love writing fantasy!

6. Do you write only original work or also fanfiction?

⇢ I write fanfiction when the cravings hit! I have a slightly on going on thanks to a friend sparking the love for it. And I might start writing The Dragon Prince fanfiction very soon -- and try my hand at Assassin’s Creed one more time!

7. If you could switch places with one of your characters and live their life instead of yours, would you do it? If yes, which one and why?

⇢ lol no

8. Do you think characters have to suffer for a book to be good?

⇢ Nope! But that will not stop me from making them suffer! But in all reality -- a good book is when it’s well written (duuuh) and that means your character doesn’t have to suffer! If you don’t want them to, don’t make them! It’s okay to go against Blogger Writing Advice! It’s your story.

9. Planner or pantser?

⇢ Pantser. Let’s see where this scene goes!

10. If you plan your stories, where do you plan them? In a special project folder,a word document, a physical notebook…?

⇢ I don’t really plan, but I do have a notebook filled with different like -- sentences and conversations between characters that I might want to use at some point. I only have one little thing for planning in my old Queer Studies notebook because I got bored during class lol

TEN QUESTIONS FOR YOU

What are your thoughts on “said is dead” and other such things?

What is the hardest thing about writing?

What are your biggest fears about writing?

What genres do you think are the more underrated?

What about overrated?

What tropes do you love?

What tropes do you dislike?

What challenges have you faced in your writing career?

Tumblr, WattPad, A03, WordPress or Other for sharing your works?

Is there an author you hope will notice and review your story when it is published?

#tag games

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15 Underrated Girly Kpop Songs That Make Me Go Absolutely Feral

When it comes to girl groups, more than anything I am a Blackjack and Blink. I like to listen to girl songs that make me want to murder men (and believe me, that blog post is in the works). But I’m also a ONCE, as TWICE are my sweet darling babies, but they’re about as girly as I can tolerate. I’m not one for the super girly concepts. I mean, did you guys ever see MINX? Occasionally I ironically jam to Shakey Love Shakey Shakey Shakey Shakey Love, but it was an absolute blessing from the K-pop gods to rebrand them as Dreamcatcher. It’s really only the A-list girly songs I tolerate, like GFriend or Oh My Girl. Everything else below them just seems really cringy.

Except for a few chosen few that are so good that they make me absolutely lose all of my shits. And I’m talking about songs that nobody seems to know like at all. Either these songs came out when the groups were still under the radar, before they had their big smash hits, or they just never seemed to rise to the top. But they are still valid and important. Videos are linked in the song names, since Tumblr won’t let me add more than five videos, but here we go.

15. April- Dream Candy

April is one of those rare groups that pull off the girly concept so well but don’t ever seem forced, like they are just truly naturally sweet and pure and precious. Honestly all of their songs are great, and it’s tragic that they haven’t had a comeback in 2019. But their debut, Dream Candy, is the one that really gets deep in my soul to that animal part of my brain that makes me scream this god damn chorus. But only really at the end. I never really listened to this song until it came on shuffle one day when I was walking home in the rain, and thought, why not listen to this awkward girly song, and then the last chorus hit and OH MY GOD. It’s a good one guys.

14. Momoland- Jjan! Koong! Kwang!

So this song comes out by some unknown group called uh, Momoland?, with a title that is just a bunch of sounds that don’t exist in English, and I felt like I was the only one on Earth that was like, “This is fine.” I was honestly in some I Am Legend universe where instead of me being the only living person on Earth, I was the only one that liked Momoland’s debut. As time went on Momoland started putting out what is pretty much some of the worst K-Pop that exists (I mean, have you SEEN the video for Wonderful Love? Try not to cringe challenge) and sadly enough this group just faded into obscurity and never had any huge, Earth shattering hits or anything.

13. DIA- My Friend’s Boyfriend

On paper this song is awful. I mean it’s a song about being a petty bitch who has decided to steal their friend’s boyfriend, hence the title. Also the song ads cute little quirks like *squints eyes to read this metaphorical paper closer* coughing. Also the video has an unnecessarily long intro. But believe me when I tell you that this is an absolute slapper.

12. Gugudan- Wonderland

It’s a crime that Gugudan has never really hit it off, even with two I.O.I members. Their debut has this amazing Little Mermaid concept and believe me when I tell you that this chorus is best when screamed at the top of your lungs. After all the screaming I am basically in a manic state by the la la la’s.

11. LOONA 1/3- Love&Live

You’ll notice that the main theme of this list is that the choruses are absolute fire. But this one comes in and basically knocks the wind out of me with sweetness, like some kind of aegyo Kool-Aid man. It’s really the music that does it for me in this one, along with the melody, along with Heejin’s perfect high note. If this song doesn’t make you smile then you are a robot, like ViVi.

10. Shannon Williams- Why Why

If Ant and/or Dec were here, they would hear this song and definitely say that Britain’s Got Talent. Shannon is the British IU,hands down, undeniably, I will not be taking questions at this time. But it’s very sad that her career was nonexistent after this came out. Was it the fact that this features a sixteen-year-old grinding against faceless boys? Or that this video widely revolves around her intensely stalking someone? It can’t be the song because that is perfect.

9. AOA- Bingle Bangle

Okay so some history for those non-Elvises out there. AOA was THE HOTTEST girl group for a good minute, with so many timeless collaborations with the Brave Brothers that really changed the shape of female K-Pop for a while. And then ChoA left the group. And without the only member who could actually sing the face of the group, AOA kind of went quiet, save for a few Jimin solo songs. Then AOA came back with a new sound, and while everyone else thought it was terrible, I thought it was a bop! And I love the video and the concept! And the dance for this is so fun. Bingle Bangle is a real yes for me dawg. It’s only too bad that they lost yet another member and their concept was handed off to FNC’s new girl group. Speaking of which...

8. Cherry Bullet- Really Really

Yeah so they literally gave this entire “girls in a video game but it’s fun and cute” concept to Cherry Bullet, and they hit the ground running with it. This comeback in particular is my favorite of theirs because it hits one of my favorite pop music tropes: Having A Funky Instrumental Chorus, Only At The End To Put Words Over The Music. It ticks all my boxes.

7. Rainbow- Whoo

If you ever wanted to hear a song that made you scream “RAAAAIIINBOOW AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” then this is it. At this point in this list we start to hear the songs that make me truly insane, and this song absolutely destroys me. It’s really sad, however, that this is basically Rainbow’s swan song, as it was their last song before disbandment.

6. Matilda- Macarena

I bet you haven’t even HEARD of Matilda. I bet you didn’t even KNOW that MATILDA just DISBANDED a FEW MONTHS AGO because ALL THEIR SONGS WERE BAD except for THIS ONE which is just full of CHAOTIC GOOD ENERGY and if you don’t ENJOY THIS then GET OFF MY LAWN.

5. Berry Good- Angel

Berry Good was destined to be one of those girl groups, like Matilda, that came from a tiny company and was just given bad songs and were set up to fail. So they crowdfunded, and somehow made two incredible comebacks, Don’t Believe (which is a whole other story that we won’t get into today, but it’s an amazing song that you should check out) and prior to that, Angel. I don’t even know where to begin with this song because it literally makes me forget who I am and why I exist. It’s a banger?? This song starts off so soft and pure and jumps right into a chorus that makes you bang your head and scream “I TAKE A CHANCE, YOU NEVER KNOW” as loud as possible. And right when you think you can’t take it anymore, that you are gasping for air because you are drowning in perfection, THEY GO EVEN HARDER. Like, girls, you did not need to go that hard. Holy shit. They go full IU in Good Day. I don’t know why we were blessed with this, especially since after this all their other songs have been garbage, and they’ve been so unsuccessful that they lost their strongest member and they’re heading for disbandment. But we have this gem, and I’m thankful for it.

4. 4Minute- Heart To Heart

Back when 4Minute was just another 2NE1 clone, trying to compete in the market of “Girls Who Look Tough But Are Actually Sweet” 4Minute, aka The HyunA Group, put out this. Third Geners, this is what Second Gen was all about. This is the meaning of Christmas, Charlie Brown. This song is everything. It’s perfect. And it’s too bad that 4Minute didn’t really stick with this sound, but also not, since with their more mature concept they wound up getting pretty famous once Park Bom... I mean, we’re not gonna talk about it.

3. Hyolyn- Bae

Okay so I know that Hyolyn as an entity is not technically considered underrated, but her entire solo career is being slept on and I don’t understand. With Sistar gone, and now Red Velvet carrying the torch for summer anthems, Hyolyn doesn’t necessarily have to give us one of the best summer songs of all time but she did. Every second of this song to me is perfect. And yeah okay I’ll admit it, I am a Gay, I am attracted to women, and Hyolyn is a lot of. A lot of wow. She and HyunA are exactly my type, and this video is a lot. But the SONG you guys. It’s so much that I told even regular people who listen to English music to listen to this song. They didn’t, of course, because the world doesn’t appreciate Hyolyn like I would, I mean like I do as a fan and nothing else. This song was my summer anthem in 2018, Power Up wishes it was this good.

2. BESTie- Thank U Very Much

One of the things that really got me into K-Pop during the Second Gen was that it sounded so much like pop music from my youth. This is gonna sound weird, but I grew up in a Wiccan Neo-Pagan household where 90% of the music we listened to was traditional Celtic or New Age, and if it was ever anything else it was like The Beatles (my Mom and her sisters were one of those screaming and fainting Beatles fans, the trait that was clearly passed down to me, based on what happened when I saw G-Dragon live, but that’s another story) or ABBA, or any kind of British/European pop/rock from the 70s or 80s. So once I was old enough to really find out what kind of music I liked, I dived deep into cheesy pop songs like S Club 7, Britney Spears, and the like. But I always had a soft spot for ABBA. The melodies, the music, the strange lyrics that didn’t really make sense or weren’t quite grammatically correct but it worked. I feel like that love for obscure pop, along with the 90s and early 2000s bubblegum pop, pushed me right into the K-Pop scene. And this song is the best example of that kind of weird melody with oddly used English words, but it works in the best way. The chorus of this song sounds like it was written by ABBA. The ending of this song is transcendent. Tell me you can’t picture a Korean Meryl Streep in overalls singing the ending of this song while dancing on a beach. This song makes me lose all my shits. But I do have to say that this video is uh, Not Good, especially compared with how amazing the song is. But these underrated bottom of the barrel groups don’t have much to work with in the first place, so we can’t really fault them. This song holds up, and is going to hold up for a very long time. I stan.

1. Laboum- Shooting Love

So like I said before, I don’t typically like the super sugary, super tacky, super girly girl concepts. BUT I LOVE LABOUM. ALL their girly sweet songs are AMAZING. They somehow get everything right, in their own unique way. They’re not at all like “Oh, they’re like GFriend”, “Oh, that’s like Lovelyz” or anything, if you get what I’m saying. Laboum had their own cheesy yet perfect style of girly. Aalow Aalow: A CLASSIC. Journey To Atlantis: A CLASSIC. Hwi Hwi: A CLASSIC. Only U: YES YOU GUESS IT, CLASSIC. Sugar Sugar: DON’T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN. I could have made this whole list with just Laboum songs. So I made myself pick one by listening to as many old Laboum songs as I could before I would become an absolutely menace to society, as I am not responsible for my actions after listening to so much girly perfectlon at once. If I was arrested and went to court for I dunno, causing distress and mayhem to the citizens of my city, my lawyer would call it “the Laboum defense.” “You see, Your Honor, my client listened to a lot of Laboum songs, and lost control of themselves and became an entity, a ball of energy, a comet destroying everything in its path while screaming cheesy Korean lyrics.” And I would be set free, of course, because who wouldn’t lose themselves completely to the power of Laboum? But anyway I picked Shooting Love, as it puts me in a manic state from the very intro until the last second. And let me just say now that I deeply mourn this old Laboum, as they came back in 2018 with a new concept that makes them sound lobotomized compared to their old sound. Like slow R&B is fine, but compared to this it’s drab and slow and dull and I hate it. I Hate It. Bring back cute Laboum in 2020, or at least study Apink if you want to see how to properly change an aging cute group into a mature group. I could go on, but now I have the urge to listen to more Laboum. You’ll see me on the evening news tonight, I’m sure.

anyway 안녕

#kpop #laboum #loona #hyolyn #aoa #momoland #A List

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A wild intro appears!

Apparently these are a thing!

Hey, I’m Chrysanthos, or Chaos, or Chris. They/them is a good default. You must be level 5 friendship to unlock the true pronouns. (I kid, the true pronouns are actually locked in this black box I can’t open). I was on tumblr forever ago. We don’t talk about those days. I don’t actually know my original information, so...

I’m getting back into tumblr, this time hoping to just occupy the writeblr, artblr, and poetry corners.

I write poems. Currently I’m trying to post one a day.

I write short stories. Currently I’m working on... A bunch. Queer fairy tales, Weird Fiction, magic space opera... I contain multitudinous genres.

Basic about me:

My day job is as a nurse aide. I’m going to school to be a Registered Nurse. I have weird ideas about what medical information is appropriate to share.

I have chickens, and dogs, and cats, and a lovely snake.

I grew up in the United States Deep South. Y’all is a valid word. Fight me.

Writing goals:

I’d love to get some short stories published someday. For now I’m mostly focusing on getting some out for patreon.

My Stories (much abridged, highlights):

“The Nameless Princess”: complete and ready to drop. A fairy steals the name of a girl. Now she must quest to get it back.

“Trainwreck”: editing phase. Dieselpunk Weird Fiction

“The Wolf At the Door”: mostly written. Don’t open the door, her mother told her, for there are wolves without (but doors are made to be opened).

“Manic Pixie Dream Girl”: being written. Ashton has met the girl of his dreams, Phoenix. Just, well, he's not entirely sure which dream…

“Atalanta”: planning phase. Two women swear the same oath: to only wed the one who defeats them in battle. Except one just defeated the other. Now, the defeated must become the victorious’s archnemesis if they’re to be wed.

“The Princess and the Dragon”: planning phase. What's a princess to do, when your father wishes for you to be wed, but your heart will take neither princes nor princesses into it? Clearly, the solution here is to get yourself kidnapped by a dragon

Favorite genres:

-Fantasy

-Magical realism

-Science fiction

-Weird Fiction

#new writers on tumblr #writeblr intro #about me

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(ummm, i’m not sure what inspired to make this post (besides the fact that i have been listening to this artist on a near constant basis now) but here we go anyways;;;)

MYSTIC MESSENGER CHARACTERS AS HOBO JOHNSON SONGS

Hyun (Zen) - 3%

“you should go and quit your job and make all of those dreams come true. how is your self esteem? huh? that's important in what you're about to do. don't talk to your friends, their opinions hold so much weight. and that doesn't make sense. even your family, parents just don't understand. make the time. drop school, and people, and work to play music all night. you'll make a dollar an hour, at least you'll like your life. and roll with the punches even when it feels like you're getting fucking jumped but you're a real bad judge of it. hold on tight, boy. might be a fuckin', hell of a ride. but, but, but, they said it's a three-percent chance...that I'm gonna make it. that's a little bit less than what it is in my mind but it's ok, I think I can take it. they said it's a three-percent, my friends, that's what they said. and then I sat there and thought about it and almost believed it for a sec. but I think that they'll love me.”

Yoosung - Mario and Link

“mario's never getting some and link's never getting some, so why would princesses love me? i'm not really making moves, I'm just kinda breathing. i work at fucking pizza places just so I keep eating. (that's the type of shit)...thats the type of shit to make be buy a flask for 25 and fill it up with takka vodka only 4.99...yester-year yes-sir-please let me get the recipe, to not being broke. fuck I'd really love to be a king, but mario and link should've showed that perseverance is not the end all to everything. the princess in the hallway with a robe, I asked "do you for coffee and scones and she says "no!". but I just killed a fucking dragon though! with this sword that I made from the words of my soul. I just killed a fucking dragon though, I just killed a fucking dragon though. but its whatever I don't even care that much.”

Jaehee - Peach Scone

“...disregard every time I call you pretty. though it's meant sincerely it's just my imagination drifting...so I fall to ground, collect myself and get ready to take over your heart...or at least your spare time. and I love the thought of being with you. or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone. the second one's way sadder than the first one...we should go get a cup of coffee...I don't know what to tell you if I try to confess my love for- scones! i just wanna tell you real quick please, shh, I love- these scones! ...but she, you know, she is just so sweet and she cared about me a lot when no one else cared about me and I think that's really nice. really you know, she's just a, she's just a peach. she's a peach scone. and I love the thought of being with her, I just really hope that she doesn't get hurt.”

Jumin - Father

“my dad taught me 'bout the story 'bout the birds and the bees. when the bees turn into wasps and take half of everything. he sounded sure, that a bird doesn't need a full nest but a bed for our bird heads to rest...he told me son, beware, of the monsters that roam the depths of your head. sometimes they'll make you real sad or or real real mad, or real real jealous and that's real real bad. boy, breathe...my father's married to a shape shifting monster who can sometimes take the form of a really really really nice woman. and although it seems super fucking frightening, sometimes this scary monster makes a really really great vanilla pudding. he has courage but sometimes your courage isn't quite the kryptonite as the monster runs rampant through the house. sometimes your courage makes you feel strong but it seems as if the monster eats your muscles all along, fucking pickin' out your self-respect right out its scary teeth. her breath smells like pride of self and other men she used to meet. and the monster doesn't sleep - just schemes and fiends on the next tasty meal it gets to eat, it gets to eat.”

Saeyoung (Luciel) (707) (Seven) - The Ending

“she said, "you're like the weird...guy...in all the movies, who turns into the hero at the end and gets the girl" and I was like, "shut your mouth". but I'm gonna take over...the world as soon as everybody dies. i'm gonna take over your heart as soon as I get the balls to try. Ima re-arrange the alphabet and then take "U" and "I" and put a bit of space between 'em and hope that nobody cries. ...Ima be a nice guy might fuck around, it make a difference. Ima hope for the best, but prepare for the worst...I hope that you don't fall into their schemes and what they say, when you look them in their eyes, that they don't choose to look away...I hope that you don't fall into my schemes or what I say. when you look me in the eye, I'll look you dead into the face 'cause you don't deserve to be fucked with unless you're a fucking asshole...yeah, I ain't shit I ain't shit compared to them, right? I ain't shit. and I know she wants a piece of this wit (no!) and I know she wants a piece of this wit. my wit, my wit, my wit...”

Jihyun (V) - Romeo and Juliet

“we're just romeo & juliet but getting drunk and eating percocets. but just to ease the stress but soft what light, thru yonder window breaks it is the east - but juliet just puked off the balcony. how romantic. nothing like getting drunk and getting manic on a motherfucking monday, i brush the bangs behind her lovely little ear as she describes in detail how the end is truly near. wow, and I'm sure that we can do this for forever or until we drink the poison, 'cause she sees some cloudy weather. ...dear shakespeare, could you write a happy ending please? we just deserve a happy ending please, please. ...and every sting from every teardrop from every ring at every pawn shop. ...but dear mom, conversations from a couch haven't ever felt the same...my mom was made from adam's rib and the marriage went south...but dad loves to shout really loud. loud enough to knock the lamps and dressers to the ground. in my memory, i can hear chopin's nocturnes playing in the background, a slow trainwreck, you'll close your eyes, but forever hear the sound, and boy, it's tough. ‘cause that’s the sound of people falling out of love.”

Saeran (Unknown) (Ray) - Jesus Christ

“jesus christ seems super nice, i wonder if he'd save me. i've been on the wrong side of a bunch of arguments lately. and jesus christ seems super nice, i wonder if he'd love me. how come I only wonder when I'm sad or really hungry? jesus christ, you're super nice but don't expect much from me. I would kneel down, but I'm afraid that I would just feel nothing. praise god and other things that don't make sense to puny minds, like ours, designing roller coasters that almost always seem to fall apart. ain't it fun, ain't it fun, ain't it fun knowing that. that one day, you know, I fly to the sky, to the sun? and jesus christ, you're super nice. so I'll write a song about it. or that no one ever knowing for always claiming they're about it. press "ignore" on both sides that always claim to know that they're so sure. or just not be a giant fucking prick and enjoy the show. I'll enjoy the show if I'm not a giant prick, does that just mean that I am saved? jesus christ, you're super nice, i'm sure that you could love me. even if I don't go to church every sunday. jesus christ, you're super nice, how could you let me burn? if I'm not murdering people, then smashing their fucking urn. but jesus christ, you're super nice, how could you let me burn? but if I go to hell, I'll grit my teeth and get to work.”

? (Vanderwood) - Demarcus Cousins and Ashley *note: this one was more difficult because we are not shown much of vanderwood currently in the game though i do consider him a pivotal character - and one i want to get to know more as a player. we know vanderwood is a caring guy who can be rough around the edges - he’s also funny, awkward and, personally, charming. so, i look at this as him relating how he does care for those around him while comparing it to other shit he has seen. okay, analysis done. bye.

“I'm not a nice guy (he's not a nice guy). I go to jail sometimes (he goes to jail sometimes). but I am slowly getting better ever since a little lady wrote me such a lovely letter. I love breathing...I love drinking, but not enough to ever have to go to all those stupid meetings (let’s go)...I- I love you like the dog hates the leash and the leash loves the dog, like I love nothing else at all. love you like my dad loved my mom before they realized they don't love each other at all...I love you like bosses love to talk a lot of shit and like getting really mad when I quit, what? I love you like the bird hates november or just really really rainy windy weather. I love you like america loves to fuck things up and cops love to do things that are super unnecessary...and I love you like the stars love lonely eyes on seven consecutive friday nights.”

Mina (Rika) - Creve Coeur 1

"hi," says the girl with the right eyes that pairs pretty well when she hits you with the soft smile. you can kinda tell that something's going on, but she's like a skrillex song that never drops, she'll never talk. she'll never talk about the feelings that she felt today. better kept inside of a fence, inside of a cage, inside of a safe. that's safe for her 'cause they just hurt. and she don't know why that god sauntered. I hope he's trying. she said, "I hope he's trying. do you think he's trying?" then I said, "I don't know" but I asked her, "what’s wrong?" she just nods her head. and then I asked her, "what's wrong?" and she said...hold me closely. I don't think you should love me. I always feel so lonely knowing that nothing will ever last forever. sorry, you're much too late, much too late. ("you are so late")...she holds her breath all day and fucking gasps for air at night. she promised she would love me but only 'til the morning time. sorry, you're, you're much too late. you're much too late, you're much too- sorry, you're much too late- much too..."

MC - ? (MC is more difficult...I almost can find lines from various songs but it came down to these two.)

#2 - Mover Awayer (and it’s mainly for this part only.)

“fear the man who lives without love and the lover who lives without fear. fear the man who always wants to fight, he's not a talker. fear the talker who never wants to fight, he's got no guts. fear the man who knows he's gonna die so he cries every night and just denies his life's beauty. and fear the man who has heaven in his plans, so he gets so complacent that he doesn't call his family. fear the man who doesn't understand that there's a million fish in the sea, but fear the girl who he really thinks is a different species, she'll rip your heart out. ...makes my Mondays feel like Fridays (give me a break)...makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas (give me a break) and all I've really wanted was for us to get along.”

#1 - Typical Story (I genuinely won’t even put the lyrics for this song because it is more about the theme and feel of the song itself - as MC is the only one “playing” and going through these character’s “stories”. Casual, Deep or Another. So, I will just recommend listening to it and reading the artist’s notes on it for why I picked it as number one for MC’s song.)

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