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deadmandairyland · 3 years

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Hi! I’m here to bring you yet another Danganronpa tier list: the sexuality tier list, which you can find here.

Now I’m going to be honest here: I don’t really have any LGBT headcanons. It’s just not really something I focus on much when it comes to fandoms. Instead I usually just focus on ships, and as a result from that I tend to present a lot of characters as LGBT in fanfictions and posts I’ve made or reblogged. In other words, a massive chunk of my “headcanons” here are a direct result of shipping (as well as information I’ve picked up from the games themselves). That being said, it was interesting to actually think about this for once, so I’m kinda glad I did the tier list. And it gave me an excuse to bring back the rainbow color scheme I usually put in my tier lists for aesthetic reasons.

The original tier list had Straight at the top, but I moved it to the bottom for two reasons. One, this is Tumblr and that’s not what you’re here for. Two, I gave it a neutral color, and having a gray section next to a white section (i.e. the title of the list) like that looked bad to me. I definitely prefer this setup just on aesthetic alone.

Because this is largely based on ships, I feel it needs to be said that representation does not factor into this chart in any way. I know it probably looks bad that the only character in the Lesbian category is one of my least favorite (though NOT hated or even disliked, I should point out) characters in the main series. That has nothing to do with the fact that she’s a lesbian. She’s just a jerk, and usually not in a way that’s at least entertaining enough for me to like her.

Also keep in mind that this is just the main cast of the main series games. If you were to include characters from the DR3 anime, UDG, or the spin-offs, the Gay, Lesbian, and Ace categories would get more rep, certainly. Think Juzo, Yui, Takemichi, that gay guy with the trumpet, etc.

With that said, let’s go through the list:

Gay

Not gonna lie, one of the reasons why Rantaro is here (and not in Ace) is because of ships. Though I do sometimes ship him with girls, canon suggests he’s not interested in dating girls, and most fans seem to headcanon him as either gay or ace because of this, so I respected that. That being said, I also acknowledge he’s a very popular character in mlm ships, and at the time I was putting this together I hadn’t gotten to Taka yet so the Gay tier was still empty, and Byakuya was already sitting in Ace, so all of that swayed me to putting Rantaro here instead of Ace.

Taka was much easier to place here. He strikes me as a closeted gay man who probably doesn’t even realize he is gay. “Hey, let’s all hang out in the bath, guys! Getting naked is essential to form bonds with your fellow man! No need to be ashamed, it’s tradition!"

Lesbian

Again, ships. I only ship Hiyoko with one other character, and as soon as I say that you already know who she is.

Bisexual (Male Preference)

Akane is mostly here to account for any wlw ships I may have of her (e.g. Hina, Sonia maybe). Obviously she has a thing with Nekomaru, so Male Preference.

Chiaki is here for the same reason as Akane. I’ve shipped her with characters like Sonia and Ibuki before, but she really digs Hajime.

Chihiro honestly could have been anywhere in the Bi and Pan sections, but I ultimately went with Male Preference because of ships, specifically the fact that outside of the more... R18 circles of the Interwebs Chihiro tends to be shipped with guys more often than girls. Also doesn’t hurt that my OTP is Naehiro. I mean, have you seen how often Chihiro blushes around Makoto? (There’s more to it than that, as I’ve covered in the past. I’m just trying to add more fuel to the fire.)

Himiko is probably one of the few characters that isn’t here mainly because of ships. I do think she has some attachment towards Tenko, but I also get “I’m uncomfortable around her” vibes from her, and there are moments where she seems to crush on Kokichi (of all people) so that’s why she’s here. Still very much bi, though.

Hina has a crush on Makoto and has a complex around wishing she was more feminine so she can attract boys. So why isn’t she in the Straight section? ...Because Sakura, duh. And Kyoko too. And any other wlw ship you can think of that might work with Hina.

Honestly if it wasn’t for Miu I probably would have considered putting Kokichi in Gay. Again, while shipping plays a big part of my choices here, much like with Rantaro I have no qualms with putting a character in a tier that contradicts any ships I might have with that character, if those ships aren’t something I’m super invested in. This is a very important distinction, because it’s why I let ships sway my hand for so many of these even if I am also okay with going “Just because I ship this doesn’t mean I headcanon it” as I did with Rantaro. And honestly Kokichi’s ship teasing with Himiko does come off as more trollish than a sign that he’s into her, but he really gets into his back-and-forth with Miu, in my personal opinion, and he gets into it far more often with her for that matter. It’s why it’s one of my favorite ships for both of them tbh, and it’s because I like the ship so much that I just can’t ignore it for this sexuality headcanon tier list.

Maki... is here because of ships (e.g. Kaede).

Sakura... is here because of ships (e.g. Hina). ...What, you were expecting me to put a guy in the example? Remember, she has a boyfriend in canon.

Sayaka... is here because of... NOT ships, but DRAT. Yes, really. (”We really got down and dirty, Naegi-kun.”)

Sonia... strikes me as someone who swings both ways. I can’t describe exactly why I feel that way, but yes.

Bisexual (No Preference)

Celeste wants a harem of vampire boys but shipping her with Kyoko is also very popular and honestly i feel like it would fit her character. She’s got a look that says “I could get any ass I want and I know it.”

Ibuki is decked out in blues and pinks, and also I ship her fairly evenly among both boys and girls. She just screams bi icon to me, more so than any other character in the series.

Junko is either bi with no preferences or pan. She is an equal opportunity heart-and-soul-breaker and lust-for-despair machine.

There is no Mukuro in this list, but honestly I would probably put her where I put Junko anyway.

Kaede... is here because of ships (e.g. Miu, Maki)

Honestly I had no idea where to put Kirumi, so I just randomly chose one that I wouldn’t regret later if I ever put more thought into who I shipped her with.

I’m pretty sure Nagito being bisexual has some degree of canon attached to it??? I think??? I’m not entirely sure tbh, but fuck it. I’m doing this for fun anyway, so this doesn’t really matter.

Shuichi, like all Danganronpa protags, is bi as fuck. I also find him to be more shippable with guys than the other two protags, so IMO he has no preference.

Toko might have a thing or two for pretty boys, but... Komaru, I mean, this isn’t exactly shocking, I don’t think. Probably was closeted before she met Komaru. I mean she did focus on Hina’s boobs a lot in DR1, let’s not forget.

Tsumugi, much like Kirumi, is here because I haven’t put much thought into her ships.

Bisexual (Female Preference)

Gundham has a thing with Sonia in canon, but I can see him being bi. So... yeah, ships again.

Hajime, like all Danganronpa protags, is bi as fuck. It’s just that his Chiaki and Mikan game is just too strong.

Hifumi might claim to only like 2D, but his interest in Chihiro both in human form and computer program form (and the fact that this didn’t go away after the gender reveal) places him here.

Kaito strikes me as a closeted bisexual. The kind that could start any given conversation with “I’m not gay, but...”

Kazuichi also strikes me as a closeted bisexual, only his “I’m not gay, but...” is rooted more in dumbass than it is in systematic homophobia.

Korekiyo... is here because of ships (e.g. Rantaro).

Kyoko is bi as fuck, and I can see her having a preference towards girls in particular. She gets shipped with girls a lot (e.g. Celeste, Hina, Yui, and even Junko and Mukuro), and when she is shipped with boys it’s usually just pretty boys (e.g. Makoto, Byakuya, Ryota, Shuichi, and, depending on your interpretation, Chihiro). Also note that aside from Makoto and maybe Byakuya, Kyoko’s girl ships are far more popular than her boy ships. Just something I’ve noticed over the years.

Leon... is here because of ships (e.g. Chihiro).

Mahiru is here because I’m pretty sure she has a thing for Hajime in her FTEs, but obviously she tends to get shipped with girls more often (especially Hiyoko), and I agree.

Makoto, like all Danganronpa protags, is bi as fuck. It’s just that his Kyoko, Hina, Sayaka, and Mukuro game is just too strong.

Mikan may be interested in Hajime somewhat, but her obsession with Junko cannot be ignored, no matter how much some of you may want to.

Mondo is another character that strikes me as a closeted bisexual. He is said to strike out all the time with girls, so I do think he’s attracted to women. And I do get some vibes that he’s attracted to Chihiro pre-reveal. And if circumstances had been different, I imagine he probably still would have been post-reveal. But obviously it’s his bond with Taka that I feel cements his sexuality in, at the very least, an mlm category.

Tenko... is here NOT because of ships, but because I’m pretty sure she’s at least sort of interested in Shuichi because of some canon thing... and also I don’t want to put her in Lesbian just because it feels like I’d be stereotyping the Lesbian category if I do that. If we were to compare her to the character that I did put in Lesbian, Hiyoko doesn’t treat people like shit because they’re men, she’s an equal-opportunity asshole. Still not the best representation for lesbians by a long shot, but at least Hiyoko doesn’t follow the stereotype of a man-hating lesbian. She’s just like that, and that’s okay. But putting Tenko there, especially if she’s shown some degree of interest in a male character at some point in the game, just rubs me the wrong way personally, because it would feel like I’m ignoring canon just to stereotype her. But that’s just a personal hang up of mine. No disrespect intended toward anyone who genuinely feels that Tenko is a lesbian. Maybe you see something there that I don’t, and that’s perfectly fine.

Pansexual

I don’t remember exactly how her FTEs went, so I’m not going to get into that, but Angie just comes off as pan to me, like gender doesn’t fit into the equation at all for her.

Gonta I can see as either pan or ace. I feel like he wouldn’t care about gender, and honestly the only reason I decided to put him in Pan rather than Ace is because of that scene with Miu.

Imposter is not only pan, they are currently OT3ing it up with Ibuki and Ryota as we speak, and that’s a fact.

Keebo... is mostly here because of ships. A lot of ships, actually. Mostly male ships (Kokichi, Shuichi, Kazuichi, and, depending on your interpretation, Chihiro) but there’s also Miu to consider. And the Miu game is SO strong that I put him in Pan instead of, say, Male Preference.

Just gonna lump them together because I have the same thing to say about both of them: Miu and Teruteru would **** anything that walks. What did I censor? Well, I’m doing the Nier: Automata thing, so you can put whatever you want in there and trust me, it would probably fit, for better or for worse.

Ace

I know this is an unpopular opinion, because Naegami, but I just don’t think Byakuya is interested in anyone, at least not in that way. He might be fascinated with how common people live, because it’s so foreign to him, but that’s about it.

Straight

Even though I do ship Fuyuhiko with some of the boys, his Peko game is so strong that honestly I can’t see him actually dating anyone aside from Peko outside of some very niche fanfiction.

Honestly, Hiro was another one that I was just like “I have no idea what to do with you.” I think maybe his team up with Kanon made me eventually choose to put him in Straight? I don’t remember. I clearly didn’t put much thought into Hiro.

I really only ship Nekomaru with Akane, so that’s why he’s here. I’m sure if I dive deep enough into my psyche I can pull an mlm ship with Nekomaru in it out of my ass, but like Rantaro that wouldn’t be significant enough to change anything.

Peko is in the same boat as Fuyuhiko. I have shipped her with girls before, but her Fuyuhiko game is just too strong.

Ryoma had a girlfriend once, and as far as I can remember he didn’t really seem interested in anybody in the game, so that’s all I have to go off of for him.

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So there you have it. Explanations for literally all of them! Explanations that were definitely not pulled out of my ass as I was typing them, nope, certainly not. Definitely won’t be tagging all of them, but I may tag the ones with the longest entries. And like all the tier lists I’ve done, this was just for fun and honestly any opinion I have for any of these characters could change at a moment’s notice because my brain is fickle like that. Tried my best to make sure that every tier had at least one character in it, but I did so without trying to force characters in places that I personally did not believe they should go. I hope you all enjoyed my dive into this area of fandom that I rarely dive into (the LGBT headcanons, not the ships, obviously). It was a lot of fun, and hopefully it will stay fun and not result in angry anons blasting me for my opinions. I am grateful that this never seems to happen to me, but I’ve seen it happen to others and I know what Tumblr is capable of at its worst. These are just headcanons and a matter of personal opinion, and if you disagree with them, that’s perfectly okay. Your feelings and opinions are also valid.

#dangan ronpa #tier list #rantarou amami #kiyotaka ishimaru #hiyoko saionji #chihiro fujisaki #himiko yumeno #aoi asahina #kokichi ouma #kyouko kirigiri #mondo oowada #tenko chabashira #kiibo #miu iruma #teruteru hanamura #ended up tagging anyone who (at least in the editor) has four or more lines of text in their entry #or in hiyoko's case because i mention her a lot outside of her entry

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ibelieveindragons141 · 4 years

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Tingling | Diego hargreeves x reader

Requested by @infinitelyforgotten who asked for: fluffy Diego where the reader dropped into 1963 with him. When he gets admitted to the psych-hospital the reader visits him everyday and promises to get him out (but even with her powers she can’t think of a way to spring him out-until Five shows up). Diego is so glad to be out to stop JFK’s assassination, but mostly so he can hug & kiss the reader again. Maybe when they (Five, Reader, Diego, and Lila) head to find Reginald, Diego dances with the reader and they get caught up in each other for a while before remembering their task.

Word count: 1369

Warnings: none!

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long!

"Here to see Diego Hargreeves?"

You shot to your feet. "Here."

The orderly raised an eyebrow at you and said, "You're in here everyday, doll. Must be one hell of a guy."

You smiled, "He is."

He opened the door to reveal Diego sitting at a table, hair unruly and hanging over his eyes, wearing a white uniform.

"Y/n," he looked up and grinned at you. You sat down across from him.

"How are you?"

He shrugged. "No different from yesterday." He leaned in, "You got any new ideas for an escape plan?"

You shook your head sadly. "No. Unfortunately, air manipulation is kinda obvious. If they caught us, you'd be locked up even tighter, and they'd probably ship me off to some government facility for experiments." You shuddered.

Diego reached across the table and held your hand. "Hey, I won't let that happen."

You glanced up and stared into his eyes, deep brown pools conveying as much comfort as they could.

"No touching the patients!" The orderly by the door snapped.

Diego retracted his hand slowly, not wanting to stop the only physical contact you'd had in weeks.

You felt a tingle, like electricity, where he touched you.

"Any news on the others?" He asked.

"No, but I'll keep looking. They must be somewhere, right? They can't have just disappeared."

"Unless they're dead."

You gasped, "Diego!"

"What? Y/n, you have to consider all the possibilities."

You thought about crazy, flamboyant Klaus, sweet Vanya, kind Allison, wicked smart Five, Luther's leadership, even of Ben and his crazy book obsession. To imagine them gone seemed unthinkable.

"No. They're not gone, Diego."

"Y/n," he spoke softly. "I'm just trying to protect you. I want you to be prepared for the worst."

You shook your head and frowned. "If they were gone, I'd feel it."

"Y/n-"

"I'd know, Diego."

He didn't look convinced, but let it go.

"So, made any friends yet?" You teased.

He narrowed his eyes at you. "More than you."

You feigned an insulted expression, "How dare you! I am a delight."

He smirked, "Oh, I know you are."

Leaning forwards, you said, "Once you get out, I'm gonna show you just how much of a delight I can be."

His eyes lit up. "Is that a fact?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

He tilted his head, "Well.."

"Time's up."

The man by the door's harsh voice put an abrupt end to your teasing. This was the worst part, leaving. You stood up solemnly and said, "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."

Diego gave you a small nod. "Good."

You gave him one last tight smile before turning and leaving.

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Diego's head was spinning. Five would be back. He would get out. Save the president. Be with y/n, really with her, not just sitting a couple feet apart.

Everything would be fine. It had to be.

The sound of gunshots brought him back to reality: being chased by three maniacs with Lila.

Once they finally made it outside, he collided with something- or rather, someone.

"Ow!" You cried.

Warm hands gripped your upper arms, "Y/n?"

Diego.

You stared up at him, eyes shining brightly. "Fancy meeting you here."

Diego shook his head with exasperation and surprised you by grabbing your waist and crashing his lips onto yours. You shut your eyes and placed your hands on his chest, melting into the kiss.

"While this is lovely," An accented woman's voice interrupted your kiss, "We are currently being chased by some very scary men with very scary guns, so if we could maybe pick this up later.."

Diego shot her a glare, "Shut up, Lila."

She shrugged.

The doors burst open revealing three white-haired men who did in fact have very scary guns.

"Go," you said, turning to face them. "I go this"

"Y/n-" Diego started, but Lila yanked his arm saying, "Don't be an idiot. If she says she's got this then she's got this."

As they ran, he glanced back to see you raise your arms, causing a gust of wind to divert the bullets' path into a nearby car. He loved watching you use your powers, you were so graceful and your movements so fluid.

You threw the gunmen back, knocking the weapons from their hands and raced over to Diego and Lila, who was trying to jump start a car.

"That was cool," she commented, still focused on the wires in her hands.

"Thanks," you replied, breathing a little heavier than usual.

Diego kissed you. "What would I do without you?"

You pecked his nose, making him blush, "Probably die."

"Got it!" Lila cried as the car roared to life.

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"I've never been to the Mexican consulate," you said, walking beside Diego, Five, and Lila into the stone building.

Diego raised his eyebrows, "Really? Why not?"

You bumped your shoulder into his. "Shut up."

Soft trumpet music was playing in the back round, and looking around the room, couldn't help but feel under-dressed in your simple purple dress.

As if sensing your discomfort, Diego leaned in and said, "Don't worry, you look beautiful." To Five, he said, "I don't see dad anywhere."

"Just keep an eye out for the Majestic Twelve."

You snorted, which earned a sharp look from Five. "Sorry, but it's a ridiculous title."

"That may be," Five said, "But trust me, nothing about them is ridiculous."

"So, what's the plan?" Diego asked, eyes still scanning the room.

"You and y/n stay down here. Lila and I will take the upstairs."

You heard him hiss quietly to Lila, "I want to keep an eye on you."

You frowned. What did that mean?

Diego distracted you by pulling you into the next room. "They're playing our song."

He pulled you close, wrapping one arm tightly around your waist and taking your hand gently in his. You placed your other palm on the back of his neck and felt the tingling again travel through your fingertips. He spun you, getting lost in the music, and ran his hands down your sides sending a shiver up your spine. You whirled around to face him again.

"Someone's got moves."

"One ever knows when dance will mean the difference between life and death,” he did a terrible impression of Reginald making you laugh brightly.

"You're an idiot."

He moved closer, so you were swaying more than dancing, and pressed your foreheads together.

"I love you."

You rubbed your nose gently against his, "I love you, too."

He suddenly dipped you, making you jump. You smirked and took a step back.

"Switch," you deadpanned.

"Wha-"

You grabbed his waist and pulled him to you. "Just follow my lead."

He scoffed, but let you lead him.

Eventually, you reverted back to your initial roles and rested your head against his chest, tucked under his chin.

His fingers brushed a few loose strands of hair off your cheek, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake.

Suddenly, you felt a cold, heavy weight against your back.

"Mind if I cut in?" An unfamiliar voice shattered your peace. It belonged to a tanned, blond man who clearly spent way too much time on his hair.

Diego's gaze hardened and you felt his arm tighten around you, shifting you so the other man's hand dropped back down to his side.

"Yeah, I do. So back off."

The other man gave you a sneer and said, "Now, see, I wasn't really askin'."

When he took a step closer, Diego whipped out a knife faster than you'd ever seen him do before and held it to his throat.

"I said, back off."

The creep's eyes widened and he quickly fled.

Diego watched him go with dark eyes.

"Hey," you whispered, cupping his cheek. "You okay?"

He looked back at you and softened.

Wordlessly, Diego put his knife back in his belt and hugged you tightly.

"No one will every take me away from you, Diego." You reassured him quietly.

"Good." He murmured, his breath dancing lightly across your face.

And even as he rushed off in search of mom, that tingling feeling never left.

A/n: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think and feel free to send me a request! :)

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and-claudia · 3 years

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Okay so, this is random but I wanted to share it with y’all...

So first off, my English class is reading The Invisible Man (I haven’t actually read it though, I’m not in the right mental space for it rn because I don’t want to go into an Existential crisis again) but one of the projects that goes along with it is a sound track to our life. And I wanted to share mine with y’all...

So first off it’s going to be simply tittled “and-claudia” based off my tumblr. And that’s basically what my set list is, songs that represent who I am from the fandoms I either am a part of still or that had a major impact on my life. Here’s the list in order:

1. Story of My Life by One Direction

This may surprise some but yes back in the day I was a directioner. Like hardcore... I’m ashamed to admit that but I was. They were the first concert I went to, Midnight Memories, and although I don’t really listen to them anymore they were still a huge part of my life and I feel like this song really sets up the rest of the playlist.

2. Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas

I’ve said it a couple times but Supernatural is my comfort show. I started watching it when I was in a really low place in life mentally, and it was always a pick me up. I haven’t finished the show though because in my mind once I do, then that’s it, and I’m scared that if I do then I’ll loose my comfort show.

3. Netflix Trip by AJR

This kinda ties in with my previous song. Although I do watch the office (which is what this song is about) it’s meaning still runs true for other shows. Mainly the lines “who I am is in these episodes, so don’t you tell me that it’s just a show.” People like me who get “obsessed” (I don’t like that word) with shows do it for a reason and my reason is because I find comfort in them. So when people (ie my parents) say it’s just a tv show, it hurts because to me it’s not, it’s a part of who I am.

4. Death of a Bachelor by Panic! At the Disco

This one is killing two birds with one stone. After my boy band phase I jumped into the “emo” phase of my life. This is where I was introduced to the wonderful world of Panic! FOB and TOP. This song was also my first ever dance solo, so it has a special connection to me.

5. The Game of Thrones theme

Taking a step away from lyrics, I wanted to include some themes from my favorite shows. The first being Game of Thrones, I’ve watched and rewatched this series. Again it’s a comfort thing for me. And I liked how there were so many different story lines to follow, it was easy to connect with so many different characters. This show is full of comfort characters of mine, and that’s why it hold a special place in my heart. Also the songs a bop and you can’t tell me otherwise.

6. Centuries by Fall Out Boy

Like I said I went though a mini emo phase at one point and this song has always been a favorite of mine. Everyone wants to leave their mark somehow, I’m no different. I hope that I leave my mark in some form of contribution to the study of meteorology. And also I’ve always said I want this song played at my funeral. I want to put the “fun” in funeral.

7. Kitchen Sink by Twenty One Pilots

Again, this is a huge comfort song to me. The lyrics are a bit absurd, but that’s why I love them. Mainly “I’m a kitchen sink, you don’t know what that means because a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me.” That line speaks to me so much because for me it highlights how some of the smallest things that we hold near and dear to our hearts don’t mean anything to others and that’s okay because we know what it means and it doesn’t have to have meaning to someone else for it to be important to you.

8. The Avengers theme

I’m a nerd at heart. I’ve seen all the Avengers movies and it’s something that me and my step dad bond over. I also know how to play this song on trumpet, which is running joke in my family now. But for me this song just gets me excited to watch a movie with some of my favorite characters in it.

9. The Mandalorian theme

I don’t think it’s a shock to anyone here that I love the Mandalorian. It was the first Star Wars show I watched and is actually part of the reason I got into Star Wars in the first place. Everyone was talking about baby Yoda and Ben Solo/Kylo Ren last year and that’s when I got interested in just to see what the hype was and when I watched the Mandalorian I fell in love with it. Pedro Pascal is such an amazing character, and I absolutely adore this show.

10. Agoraphobic by CORPSE

The first time I heard this song, it really hit home with the opening lines. “I can’t do shit right, I can’t learn my lesson” stuck out to me because it’s a perfect reflection of how I feel sometimes. This is definitely my go to crying in the car song, I pull up the hour loop of it and drive and it’s very therapeutic. This song also stands in to represent my new found love of watch streamers play games. In like 4th grade I would watch SkyDoesMinecraft, The Diamond Minecart, TBone, and then I eventually started watching Jacksepticeye and Markiplier a few years after but as I got older I stopped watching them. But here recently I’ve started to watch Jack and Mark again, as well as starting to watch Corpse and Ludwig and it has really reminded me how much I love seeing them just enjoy having fun.

11. Wow, I’m Not Crazy by AJR

This one is dedicated to y’all. Yes you read that right, you guys are featured on the soundtrack to my life because y’all have made such an impact on me. I’ve been on this app for I think a year in half maybe two years and I never expected to get over 100 followers or to have a story that is exceeding 30 parts. It blows my mind how much support y’all have shown me. And while I know I’ll probably never be like blogs that have 1000s of followers, I am more than happy with the ones I have. Y’all have made my life so much better and so this song is for you. It talks about being different, and finding someone who’s different like you and finding a connection with them, which is what I’ve done here. Most of here probably would never be as forward about our love of our fandoms to everyone in their real lives but on here everyone is “crazy” about what they love and that’s amazing honestly. I love being here, and I love that y’all have chosen to join me.

12. Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story from Hamilton

This is the closing song. I think it’s very fitting, and while it does go against Centuries by FOB, I think it still delivers a great message for everyone listening. No matter what you do here on earth, you don’t get to choose how people remember you, all you can do is try and leaving a good mark for yourself and hope others view it that way as well.

Anyways feel free to listen to these songs. Like I said this is actually for a school project and I’m very excited for it.

#corpse x reader #din djarin #star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin imagine #soundtrack #play list #corpse music #music #ajr #gameofthrones #marvel #twenty one pilots #panic! atd #panic! at the disco #fall out boy

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sugargliderowl · 4 years

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Thoughts About Remus' Playlist

So as usual, this is my first reaction/rant/analysis about the playlist! This time, it’s Remus’ Playlist. I think it’s going to be cursed. But a... good cursed, if that’s a thing. As usual, feel free to add on to this! It’s good to share thoughts and talk about meanings, even making predictions about the future!

General Overview Before Listening: I love Yugen_sama ‘s artwork; her style makes me happy! Also, Remus doing that? TOTALLY HIM. Just looking at the choice of songs does mirror Roman’s playlist in a way with their own anthems, Tenacious D, maybe an etc. We’ll have to see on that. His explanation with all the emojis is definitely him, and I think that’s all I can say. Just look at it.

Reminder: Before we go on, a little reminder for your safety. The songs can be quite... a handful. If you know about Remus’ personality and interests but still wanna read the overall analysis, go to the TL:DR at the way bottom without reading the specific song analysis. If you remember the TW from the video, that really applies here. Stay safe.

Song Analysis:

This Devil’s Workday: Genius told me that this is about a criminal going mad. Yeah. The blazing trumpets and the really radio-like voice in the song is kinda creepy, but that goes with Remus as intrusive thoughts! He’s very obtrusive, and he’s everywhere without any filter. It’s a good intro to his character. The poor sack of puppies in this song goes back to his theme’s lyric, “your pet dog stuffed into a sausage” Also, the repetition of “All the people that you know / Floating on the river are logs” is like what he does to Thomas (repetitively reminding him about the bad things). The “Oh I am my own da[ng] God” goes along with all the biblical references he makes in his theme (and just the dark sides in general). All in all, this song/introduction just is him screeching, “HI, I’M YOUR INTRUSIVE THOUGHT WITHOUT THE UGH.”

Forbidden Fruit (the Duke’s Theme): If you are a Fander, you definitely are singing/screaming this on top of your lungs as you listen to this. I did that, and I love that. This song itself has a lot of good analysis online, so check them out! It was the intro song of the Duke with all his motives, thoughts, and everything beyond that, so it’s definitely on here. Also, it mirrors A Gay Disney Prince from Roman’s playlist by both being their own “I want” songs as well as their character role songs. The Creativitwins strike here once.

Double Team: Tenacious D! The Creativitwins strike here again! Wonderboy was on Roman’s playlist, which is also a Tenacious D song, so you can definitely say there are some mirroring going on here (also! YES the artist choice seems like a definite factor in choosing these songs). So this song is about having sex. Okay. And having a threesome. Okay, Remus. This song, even though it’s from the same artist as Roman, has a really different theme. If the Tenacious D selection is about the twins, would this mean that Roman wants them to be a really good team who, even though are opposites, can get along, while Remus wants them both to lose the filter and have fun? Overall, it could mean that the twins both want to get along, just in different ways which contradict one another. I’m not going into the lyric details because oof.

Man: I just noticed that Yeah Yeah Yeahs was on Patton’s and Virgil’s playlists. On Remus? I didn’t really expect that, but that’s a pleasant surprise. This song is really interesting because it’s not like the other two. This song, for me, is about someone who is obsessed with a man who would make her do anything, and she’s just hooking up with him or something. Also, the whole, “You're all gonna burn in hell / I said we're all gonna burn in hell” goes back to the biblical references that the Dark Sides make as well as the lyric of “Cause your head's not in the gutter, pal / It's in Hell.” Who is the man? Thomas, probably. This probably directs back to Remus convincing Thomas to drop the filter.

Freeee: “When man becomes possessor of the knowledge of himself, he becomes the master of his environment“ in the beginning of the song is Remus telling Thomas to learn about himself by possibly accepting Remus. The lyrics “One day they hate you / Next day they love you / I'm still yellin' "F[*]ck 'em" / I could never trust—” show how Remus doesn’t trust the society like Janus, and that’s just one of the main core of the dark sides. They don’t trust people that much. This does include Virgil since he is anxiety, so he can’t trust everything immediately. They all have different ways of showing the distrust. For Remus, it’s the layback, “frick it” attitude. “I don’t feel pain anymore” and “nothin’ hurts me anymore” seems to be a potential for Remus angst of being rejected from all the sides and being the “Evil Twin”. Does he care or not care? No one knows yet.

In The Room Where You Sleep: Sleep from the shorts and Virgil will both react really strongly to this song. Why? “There's something in the shadows / In the corner of your room / A dark heart is beating / And waiting for you” (Telltale Heart reference-). Yeah. Remus listening to this would go back to that end card of Remus being creepy (and eating deodorant). Also, it possibly demonstrates Virgil and Remus’ relationship; Remus scared Virgil because of his thoughts and conjectures. The repetition of “You better run / You better hide” would also contribute to this thought, definitely. But then again, that melancholy keyboard... Why that montage at the end?

No Reason Boner: The song is very catchy and funny. But ASDKLFAJSD. This is definitely Remus’ type of song. That means that the sexual information is given control to Remus, and he probably uses the information for his jokes and intrusive thoughts. This song is what Remus' personality is: goofy yet NSFW. This intrusive thought without the ugh is probably lovable in this fandom because of that. Also, I don’t know why, but he can have that naivete even though he’s the one in charge of stuff like that. A nice juxtaposition right there.

I Told You I Was Freaky: This playlist is a RIDE. VERY MUCH A RIDE. Just all the sexual references in this song are just 1000% Remus. The song itself is quite whispery, and I guess that goes with Remus because he whispers the dirty stuff into Thomas’ ears. Well, whisper is very much an understatement. But I have to admit, if you listen to the lyrics, there are some very creative ways that people don’t think of. It’s usually a bed, a car, or in a club or party, but the lyrics are more than that. Then, we can assume how capable and skilled Remus is as the Dark Creativity; he’s as good as Roman, just in a different category.

Queef: If you don’t know what a queef is, I didn’t too. I just looked it up while I was typing this. Wait, isn’t Awkwafina in like a movie? This, like that last song, is basically him going off on his creativity and wordplay. In future episodes, I would love to see how Remus can go off with his wordplay because if Roman’s good at all the nicknames, and if Remus is basically him but darker, that means he’s good. Like really good. This song is also very, very catchy, and I kinda jammed through it because of the beat.

Manners: According to genius, this song is a "sexually-charged bad b[*]tch anthem on which Ashnikko displays her “IDGAF”-attitude.” Basically, the vine, “I’M A BAD B*TCH YOU CAN’T KILL ME” would equate to Remus as well as the meme, “Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you want to go APESH*T-.” This might connect with his facade in a way because he seems to be naive and goofy at times (although NSFW), but when he drops it, he drops it fast, and he drops it hard. For example, his facade drops when he threatened Logan in DWIT, and his facade can be picked back up quickly, too. This song also has the element of “Frick this world” attitude, which Remus showed in the previous songs, and I stan him. As the fandom did an edit once, he would definitely wear acrylic nails if he wants to. A thing that I did notice though is the lyric “Fight or flight, I’m fighting for my life.” HI VIRGIL!

Ben Bernanke: I don’t know who Spencer is, but a big OOF for him. This song’s structure is really unique because I have no clue where it’s going, and it’s going with Remus’ personality of just randomness and intrusivity (is that a word?). ALSO, the continuing snakes in these songs. So is Spencer Janus in our context? If so, Remus is quite mad at Janus. I do see why though, after that last video implying that he’s the Evil Twin. “Do you think you can mock me, Spencer? / Do you think you can capture my essence / And throw it back at me with / Humor and rhetorical devices?” Gosh, Janus and Remus could have beef with one another. Also, that “Avada Kedavra” and “I’m... a furious magician” could definitely foreshadow something in the future. Additionally, “You're the architect of my dreams, Spencer / You plan them, and build them on blue paper / And hand them to me / And then I dream them, Spencer.”

Worldwide Torture: “I never come second place / Always been a big disgrace Smell the fear, I know you see / High achiever (Yeah, that's me!)” Welcome to Remus’ angst that we do not know much about yet. It’s great. It’s just like Roman, but in a more “I’m a disappointment” way! However, what’s quite different is that Remus is pissed. Beyond pissed about it, so he acts up unlike Roman who tries to mask it. Because he knows that he’s not regarded nicely with any of the sides, he wants to molest them and destroy the world, shown by the lyrics “A pure violation of God's great creation / It’s an infestation, it’s world domination.” I think this issue might pop up more frequently as more episodes come out, but for now, this is my assumption. Out of context, “The highest score” goes with that last episode, since Remus was present as the 80085.

Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na): I DIDN’T EXPECT THIS TO BE HERE, BUT I LOVE IT. THANK YOU. WOOOOOO YASSSS. This is actually one of the “pump me up” songs. First, “Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas, kill them all” is, obviously, a spider in the song, but in our context, we can also call it an octopus because Remus’ animal is an octopus, which has 8 tentacles (6 legs and 2 arms). Second, Remus is PISSED. He definitely has a punk aesthetic, shown by all the songs about flipping the world. The lyrics “I’d rather to to Hell / Than be in purgatory” definitely shows his determination of doing so since he’s saying that he won’t sit back. Somehow, for me it’s a growth from the beginning of “I don’t care” to “I actually care, and I’m fighting for that sh*t”. Pissed off Remus is scary Remus.

Trash People: Trash rat boiiiii. But this song is more than that. It’s showing that trash people aren’t really... trash people. “ Art is love and love is sloppy / Nothing is all pure / Nothing is all dirty” really shows the whole duality aspect in the entire series. Everything is gray. And that’s what Roman and Remus need to work on since they were divided by the black and white mentality. If Remus is okay with the gray morality, then who would be the one that he’s directing this song to? Roman. “Wearing a smile and a heart on my sleeve” though. I don’t get this lyric, but then again, tell me what you guys think! Does this mean that Remus is actually trying to be like this, or is he mocking Roman... The “no time to start over” also sounds really ominous.

Tranz: Gorillaz! Same album as Roma-OKAY THIS IS GETTING REAL. The last one with this artist had the lyrics, “I’m the lonely twin, the left hand... I don’t want this isolation.” People were screaming about this because, of course, this refers to Remus, but who knew that this was going to pop up again! That’s why I loved the artist connections during these analysis. Anyways, this goes back to the twin duality, but more of an angry tune. Take a look at this: “Do you look like me? Do you feel like me? / Do you turn into your effigy? / Do you dance like this forever?” Remember Roman’s whole monologue about Remus as someone he sees in the mirror with all the things he doesn’t want to be? This song is Remus asking Roman about that statement. Keep in mind that effigy is a sculpture that is usually used to mock or burn and is used as a negative connotation (thank you my English teacher). Remus doesn’t like that comparison at all, and I’m more concerned for him now than I was ever before after Janus saying that too.

Death as a Fetish: Wow, this is sad. “And I will never be good enough, quietly / And you will never be good enough, just like me.” If the twins have the time to reconcile, this is probably the first thing they need to help out on each other. Remus knows more about his twin than we all thought, and he knows that both of them have problems about that. On the other hand, this song, when I looked at some of the annotations on genius, has a sad connotation. Life is so short, and it ends, and you know for sure that death is there at all times with that repetition of “death as a fetish” after everything we find positive. For Remus, I guess he knows about this. He’s a deeper character than we credit him as.

Don’t Stop Me Now: TONIIIIGHT IM GONNA HAVE MYSEEEELF A GOOD TIIME- okay. This song is something I scream my lyrics to. I also didn’t expect this, but in a calmer manner (because I wasn’t calm when this was on), yes please. Basically, DON’T STOP ME NOWWW! I don’t know how to explain this in a deeper way. Yeah. I LOVE THIS SONG THOUGH!

Things I Don’t Remember: “Things I don't remember / How the hell'd we get here? / How the hell did we get here?” This can be interpreted in a lot of ways. It could either be how all the sides came to be, how Roman and Remus came to be by both having the role of creativity, or just where Thomas is mentally since they are all Thomas. I think that’s depending on how you want to go about it. The last point is the strongest for me because of this one phrase of “There were endless conversations / No one's mouths were really moving” maybe referring to the sides’ conversations around Thomas’ dilemmas. They sometimes only make it worse until someone has to kick in to change the viewpoint around, and that’s the reason why it feels like nobody’s mouths were really moving. Also, dressed up alligators? Okay, Remus.

F*ck It!: (Censored by yours truly with her notecard of “note your language”) The album name of taxidermy... fitting. Back to the song. “Why abstain? Why jump in line?” and “They say don't take the risk you're sure to fail... But what's the worst that could happen, end up in a coffin? / Isn't that where we're all headed anyway?” really highlights Remus’ spontaneity, which is a big factor in intrusive thoughts. This is back to the “frick this”, but more a “frick it I’m doing that sh*t, and I don’t care about the consequences” (going back to Na Na Na on that). Also, “'Cause it's easier to lie to yourself than to face reality” reminded me of Janus, but does this also apply to Remus in a way? Or does this apply to all the sides who are lying to themselves, especially Roman? Anyways, Remus’ spontaneity is something to kinda look up to at times. Not... not all the time.

fReAkY 4 Life: Dorian Electra... the one behind Flamboyant from ROMAN’S PLAYLIST! The Creativitwins music solidarity number I-forgot-to-count. To the lyrics! “They just don't understand me / I'm not like them, I'm freaky” does go to all the other sides and Thomas because Remus really stands out from all the other sides. Silly yet NSFW, weird, and very new. Also, he seems to want some attention from all the sides with “ I like to be in the spotlight / Step on the scene ’cause it feels right / I freakin' scream, baby, all night / I do it, I do it, do it all the time,” but is it a distraction or legitimate attention? I love how this song is the finale because this song is the fireworks that says Remus. All the lyrics really match him, and especially with the “I hear what they call me / I hear what they say / I'm not very cool, yeah / But I'll never change,” it cements how Remus thinks.

TL:DR:

Remus is a character deeper than we already know him as. There are a lot of him that hasn’t been introduced to us since he’s pretty new. He has been on for about 2-3 episodes (only 1 with his full participation), and he never really interacted with Roman nor Janus, both who has a history with our little gremlin. Yes, Remus is the Duke of Dark Creativity and intrusive thoughts; there are so many references that are R-rated in this playlist, but in the end, he is another side. He more than the trash boi who gleefully talks about sensitive topics.

He still has a connection with Roman with all the overlaps in their insecurities and artists, and he’s probably the one who’s more knowledgeable about their relationship as a twin. He could even want to reconcile with his twin, but in a way that Roman would not approve. That doesn’t mean that Remus is kinda mad at Roman. A fun house mirror.

Next, He doesn’t want to change himself in the sake of others although he knows that the others hate him for being him, and he’s actively going against it, not caring about the consequences. That’s what drives him to be really good at his job. He’s as good as Roman on doing his job. Along with that, he wants Thomas to embrace him as one of the sides and come over to the dark side of creativity. It’s one of Remus’ biggest dreams: acceptance. I want to see how this plays out with him and especially him.

Finally, he’s pissed. Very pissed. After all the berating at his back from all the other sides, including Janus, he’s PISSED. He’s ready to throw hands and wreck the world. I’m starting to be worried for how his character would develop. If he goes apesh*t, I’m getting popcorn and coke. Maybe drink every time we see him go feral. Eat a popcorn every time someone is disgusted by Remus.

Overall, I love him more than I ever did because of this playlist since music is the window to the soul. It’s like knowing a person and learning about them. Also, by doing this, it really develops the character and lets the people look inside the character’s deepest thoughts and desires. I don’t know if there will be any additions to these, but if not, I really want to thank the entire group who made this happen! I found some songs that I really love now, and it’s such a good way for the fanders to have fun! (also, the content inspired from this is going to be very interesting)(the ANGST)

Thanks for reading if you came til here, and feel free to add on to this! I would love to see how you guys think about this playlist!

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Blabbing about this Musician!au I started last summer that has now also turned into a marching band!au because I got sad and nostalgic because despite how shitty it could be, marching band defined my high school life and social life and I couldn’t had asked for anything else.

I also don’t have every single prequel character (because this au is surrounding the prequel characters) in Star Wars smacked into here, and I gave up halfway through a couple of months ago in terms of brainstorming. Anyways, this is hella long so check everything out under the line if you’d like! don’t want to spam everyone with something that’s like, 4 pages long

Now, you might be asking. What instruments are these characters playing, or what are they doing in marching band? well, boy oh boy do I have some lore for you.

Anakin Skywalker: alright lets start of with the “Chosen One”. Now, I gotta say. He’s got some intense brass vibes, specifically high brass. But I don’t know. He didn’t really mesh well. And given his natural talent with the Force in canon, I thought that Anakin would be a sort of prodigy. And we all know the two instruments associated with that: the piano and violin. He’s more of a piano dude, so here we go! piano prodigy Anakin Skywalker. He also gives mad drumline vibes, and I can see him as either the lead snare, setting the tempo, or the main quad player. He’s brash, slightly obnoxious, but damn is he fucking good at what he does.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: I literally started this AU on the idea that Obi-Wan would play the cello. One of the defining quotes for him is that fucking “infinite sadness” quote. And we all know that cellos play some of the saddest pieces out there. (see: Elgar cello concerto) However, I can’t see him as a marching band dude. He doesn’t really give off color guard vibes (since that’s where most non-band people go to) so I have him as the resident student helper who everyone tolerates because he brings ice cream after band camp.

Ahsoka Tano: Ahsoka is a flute player. As a flute player, I have intimate knowledge on this. She’s like the chill flute player who’s competitive enough to keep her position as principal, but is also chill enough to not have a big ego that butts heads with everyone. She also gives mad color guard vibes. Also speaking about that from personal experience (am I lowkey projecting my own experiences on her? you didn’t hear that from me). She seems like the type to love swing flags and sabre, and is 100% captain by senior year.

I have Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka as siblings in this AU because I say so. Qui-Gon is around here somewhere as the resident hippie dad who lowkey smokes pot and will support his children while giving a big ‘fuck you’ to Dooku.

Yoda’s also in here somewhere, and I love the idea that he’s an old Chinese/Asian man who refuses to speak english and will only do so with the most backwards grammar so his grandchild (Qui-Gon) and great-grandchildren (the trio) are forced to speak Mandarin/Cantonese to him (pick your poison). He just spends his days cutting up fruit and also might pull out his erhu if everyone asks nice enough. (I want to say he was a Peking Opera musician, but immigrated during Mao’s reign after he lost opportunities during the cultural revolution)

So, I know that it doesn’t make sense for a family to have 3 sets of twins and one triplet set, but fuck that I do what I want.

Cody Fett: okay so, Cody 100% plays the french horn. I don’t know, he just, he does. He’s got that air of sophistication because he can play the hardest brass instrument, but at the same time, he’s incredibly good at it and is matter-of-fact about it. He also would be the mello section leader (I was playing with the idea of drum major, but for now, leaving him as a section leader for now). He’s a bit uptight to be a low brass player, but cool enough to still be associated with the general brass group.

Rex Fett: I got Rex and Cody as the eldest Fett twins. Rex feels like a string player, so I have him on violin. I can see him be very hardworking and practicing diligently to the point where he easily sweeps through to concertmaster in high school and the local youth orchestra. He also gives of mad drum major vibes. I can see him copying music, handing out drill charts, and hauling the met around. Also, just think about Rex doing a fancy ass salute at competitions. Yes.

Next round of twins lets gooo

Jesse Fett: You could say Jesse has brass vibes. I see him as a reed person though. In concert band, he’s on clarinet. I used to think clarinets were as stuck up as us flutes but no they’re literally balls of chaotic energy ready to be unleashed. Just imagine Jesse blaming everything on his reed. I see him as the guy who switches to saxophone for marching band, though. He’s got the energy of the clarinet and the saxophone harnessed. Also, wouldn’t be surprised if he knows how to play the sousa.

Kix Fett: Y’know, when I originally made this AU, I had Kix as a musician as well. I’m gonna scratch that. He’s going to medical school, or at least, he’s planning to. He’s on the pre-med track and is dying in organic chemistry and wishes there weren’t so many pre-requisites. However, in high school, he definitely played the oboe. Of course Kix chose one of the hardest instruments to play. Also, just imagine him trying to make his own reeds. I don’t see him as a guy who’s in marching band. He’ll come to competitions and maybe football games if he’s bullied into it. Kix is the guy who’s classes are all AP and he’s dying inside.

Next round of twins yeet:

Fives Fett: shit, I forgot I gave them all real names. If I remember correctly, Fives is Frank. Anyways, trumpet vibes. Need I say more? He’s on the trumpet in marching band as well and he’s the dude who’s obsessed with DCI and always tries to play as high as he possibly can and absolutely demolishes his chops. I would say he’s section leader as well. He also hangs with the drumline at the back of the bus and always plays meme songs on blast and sends weird pictures to people’s phone via open airdrop.

Echo Fett: I think his birth name is Ethan??? I’m spitting thoughts not checking my old documents. Anyways. Echo feels like a string person. Specifically, low strings. So, he plays the bass. Upright bass. Whatever. You get what I mean. He sleeps in the case after school and hates hauling it everywhere. He was in marching band as a mello player (the easiest brass instrument to pick up for the activity so) but he was in a car crash that left him paralyzed from the hip down, and had to quit to recover. He never stopped playing, and found ways to adjust. (I do not know how exactly this would work, since I’m able bodied and also don’t play the bass, but I know he’d at least have a stool to sit on in order to lean his body on. let me know if you have other ideas i’d love to hear them!)

Finally, we got the triplets:

Dogma Fett: Dogma plays the bassoon. He’s a low reed kinda guy and between the bari sax, bass clarinet, and bassoon, he fits the last one the best. He and Kix moan over making reeds and he’s on the quieter side. He just vibes and plays all the low notes and has fun whenever he’s got some moving part. I see Dogma as someone who is only casually into marching band. He uses Jesse’s old student clarinet as his instrument and he’s always on time, knows his sets, and his technique is on point. He always finds himself roped into his brothers’ shenanigans though.

Tup Fett: Tup plays the harp. I like to think he met Shaak Ti (we’ll get to her in a bit) when he was young, and she was playing with an orchestra. He met her backstage and she offered to give him lessons. Tup’s not really a part of high school orchestra but sometimes he’ll be brought in. He’s more involved with solo work and the youth orchestra more than anything. Tup’s another on where I don’t think he’d be into marching band. Though I can see him being in winter guard as the dude who just shows up and is lowkey rip and therefore is a hunk on the rifle. His technique’s good but they’ve never been able to saddle him into fall guard.

Hardcase Fett: (i’ve given up on remembering the birth names so i’m just gonna not) Hardcase is 100% low brass vibes. He can’t be anything but a low brass. I see him as a tuba player. He’s chill, laid back, but also reliable for being the foundation of the band sound. He plays the sousaphone in marching band and always blasts either Seven Nation Army or some other popular show tune right after rehearsals. Hardcase also can play the bari sax and no one knows when he learned how to.

OKAY we’re done with the Fett’s! Jango and Boba are in here somewhere but honestly I don’t have enough brainpower to come up with what their roles are. Jango’s gonna be a good dad though. Maybe he was a musician and that’s why most of his kids are going into music. Or maybe he’s just a supportive father. Boba’s the youngest though, that’s for sure. And he’s a little shit. Don’t know if he plays an instrument (probably) or what it might be.

Now lets get into some other characters! There’s a lot. And I wasn’t even halfway done with the characters I wanted to include. What the hell was I on last summer?

Padmé Amidala: Padmé is a flute player who quit after freshman year of high school and started taking music production and music theory classes. She loved it so much that she decided that composing was her jam. Now, she’s highly successful and often works with well known pianist, Anakin Skywalker, on piano concertos. Also, she may or may not be dating said pianists but you didn’t hear that from me.

Satine Kryze: twosetters don’t shit on me but Satine feels like she’d play the viola. She and Obi-Obi-Wan definitely dated in high school but after a year broke up on mutual terms and are just good friends now. A lot of people feel like she’d have been a better political science/international studies major than a music major but she’s good so no one complains (until she gets into a fighting match with someone and wins smugly)

Bo-Katan Kryze: shes Satine’s younger sister and is a mad athlete. She doesn’t play any instruments but she’s deeply active and is on scholarship for college, on the pre-med track with Kix. She’s very scary and most people are too intimidated by her to approach.

Plo Koon: I originally had him as an asian man, but I can see Native American as well. He plays the euphonium and he’s just a sweet man. He helps out a lot with private lessons at local high schools and is often brought in to help with low brass during marching band.

Wolffe Koon: Wolffe and Gregor (get to him in a bit) were both adopted by Plo when their parents died when they were very young. Plo was their godfather and he took them in like they were his own. They’re cousins to the Fett brothers (though don’t ask me how I have no idea). Wolffe is an engineer and works close to home.

Gregor Koon: Gregor is Wolffe’s younger brother and had a short stint of musical interest in middle school but quit after he entered high school. Gregor was in a serious car crash during college that left him amnesiac for a year before some of his memories returned. He now owns a restaurant and sticks close to home. Wolffe often comes around to check up on him because his brain injury still impacts his current life in small physical and emotional dips

Kit Fisto: Kit gives off mad trombone vibes and it’s mostly because he seems incredibly laid back. He’s one of those brass players who’s just a nice guy and while jokes around, never got pulled into jokes as a student.

Shaak Ti: like I said above, Shaak Ti is most definitely a harpist. She has that ethereal quality I think is common in harpists. She’s a tall Indian woman and she loves her job! She’s a private lesson teacher and instructor at the conservatory on top of her job in the orchestra since she’s not called in often to play. She loves all her students and gives good hugs.

Mace Windu: Mace is the director of the Jedi Symphony, the orchestra which almost everyone is involved with. He is a bass player and he likes his more classical pieces over contemporary music. He’s good friends with Yoda and sometimes the old troll has to wack some sense into Windu and have him take on newer pieces. Windu 100% gives off unhinged director vibes because mistakes and lazy musicians definitely don’t end after high school/college is over.

Quinlan Vos: this lil shithead definitely is the obnoxious, slightly arrogant, but kind of deserving of that, percussionist. He loves his snare drum and is also in the drumline. He’s the same age as Obi-Wan and the two are close friends. Quinlan is definitely slightly unhinged and is always at the back of the bus causing havoc after competitions. He’s the guy that I (OP) hate but also can’t help but respect cuz yeah he’s annoying but at least he’s good.

Aayla Secura: Aayla is Quinn’s half-sister, and plays the French horn. Again, like Cody, she’s got this air of professionalism that I associate with French horn players and like, we gotta represent the girls in brass somehow. She just fits it really nicely.

I feel like now is the time to list who’s still in conservatory and who isn’t: Obi-Wan, Anakin, Rex, Cody, Jesse, Quinlan, Padmé, and Satine are all recent graduates. Ahsoka, Aayla, Fives, Echo, Tup, Dogma, and Hardcase are still in conservatory (at varying years of course). Kix and Bo are entering med school/frantically applying and banging their heads cuz MCATs. Wolffe and Gregor are older and have been in the field for quite some time now. Plo, Kit, Shaak, and Mace are all faculty/seasoned professionals.

Somehow, I was gonna bring in The Skiratas (with proper research cuz I know very little about them), Dooku, Ventress, the Oppress siblings, rest of Domino Squad, Cut Lawquene, the other CCs, and more. I designated a page out of my sketchbook for this and my oh my the flow chart was hella confusing. How I thought I was gonna handle that in the summer before my first year of college, I have no idea. Maybe I’ll brainstorm more in the future but for now, this is all I have :]]]

Also excuse some of my slightly unhinged language I started writing this a few days ago while slightly unfocused and tired and stressed so my language is a product of that

#star wars #meta #musician au #my thoughts #I miss marching band so fucking much #I miss DCI #and WGI #miss the community #even if it was pretty stressful at times cuz drama #people love their drama in band #I don’t blame them you get sick of people after band camp #star wars au

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Mystic Messenger - Wedding Headcanons (Bride! MC)

--- Zen ---

Zen's a surprisingly down-to-earth man, and he wanted the wedding to be a modest, but gorgeous affair. It’s a rooftop wedding, where everyone gets to see the two most beautiful people in the world get married amidst a bright, morning cityscape. Zen creates an amazing set of custom vows that make him cry, and it ruins his makeup but he doesn’t care.

It’s all paid with his and your own money, which isn’t a whole lot but enough to afford a very put-together package. Zen insisted on catering from a famous brewery, and there’s a very nice open beer-on-tap bar.

There’s also a very important scheduled evening dance, of course. Your new husband asks for your hand like you’re royalty, and the two of you begin a very romantic slow-dance with a specific playlist in the background. When that ends, the music picks up and everybody starts getting a little wild. That delicious beer must have kicked in.

Zen’s arm rarely ever leaves your waist for the rest of the evening. He begins to refer to you as ‘my SPOUSE’ to everyone you have a conversation with. His face is literally glowing with pride.

By the time the two of you get married, Zen’s a very established actor, so its a celebrity wedding that attracts reporters and curious starwatchers. The two of you graciously (you more than Zen) accept Jumin’s gift of security guards to keep them off the venue.

The honeymoon is a beautiful week spent in the Maldives, enjoying the therapeutic beach life. Paparazzi end up hounding the two of you a little bit, but nothing can truly ruin this bliss. This perfect love.

--- Yoosung ---

He’s been dreaming of this day and its finally here!! He almost can’t believe it, and spends a lot of the planning just kinda fanboying himself. He can’t decide between themes and packages ‘cause it all seems wonderful to him. His parents end up helping quite a bit, especially on the parts he finds particularly confusing, like booking a venue and managing costs.

The two of you eventually settle on a garden-like wedding, taking place in a beautiful park. He loves the vintage lace look of your dress, and matches with an old-hollywood-style suit. Thanks to the advice from his family, the two of you avoided purchasing entire wedding packages and instead sourced everything from different retailers, which required a lot more research but saved money.

The two of you said your vows underneath a gazebo lined with flowers, and then walked back down the park to the reception area while everyone tossed bucketfuls of petals upon the two of you. Yoosung was tearing up pretty badly from happiness, and almost tripped twice. By the time you guys made it to the dining tables, Yoosung’s glasses were fogged and he couldn’t stop smiling.

The reception lasted longer than planned ‘cause everyone was having so much fun. You two had hired a pizza truck that carted their wood-burning oven on-site, along with a massive snack table and colorful cocktail dispensers. Yoosung asked to dance once, twice, and maybe five more times. You had to take off your heels to keep up with him, which just made the moment that much more beautiful.

The honeymoon had to be short, but it was a peaceful five days spent in Shanghai.

--- Jaehee ---

One of the first things planned was going to local fashion shows and shopping for dresses, since according to Jaehee, it was this season that designers begin to shell out the good stuff. Jaehee settled on a cream-colored silk trumpet dress with an embroidered veil. You chose a dress embroidered with gold-colored thread to match hers.

And that set the tone for rest of the wedding. Gold decor, pearly-white chiffon, and dots of warm red embellishing the tablecloths, bouquets, and plate settings. Jaehee was always the one on the phone with the planners, since she had That Business Voice which made everything go so much more smoothly.

You married in a temple, an hour away from the city. Jaehee and you met at the altar simultaneously, and held hands over vows. You could see her tearing up for the first time ever.

The reception was held in a small park nearby, where a light catering was offered underneath a large tent, along with several chocolate fountains and bottles of expensive champagne. Jaehee really wanted to avoid a huge social event, since her past job at C&R required a lot of boring business events. So after speeches were delivered and everyone had their fill of chocolate and wine, you all barreled into your cars and zoomed back home for the afterparty, which was a lot more casual and involved blaring Zen’s musicals on the flatscreen while everyone played drinking games.

The two of you had a long and indulgent honeymoon spent traveling between Greece and Italy, doing everything from spa hotels to skydiving. You ended up with two album’s worth of pictures to remember it by.

--- Jumin ---

You might have thought he’d be pulling out all stops when it comes to the wedding, but the man’s a devoted Christian - even if he doesn’t show his religious side often, it was important to him that his holy union wasn’t too ostentatious.

But he’s still Jumin, so everything’s designer. The outfits, the catering, the decorations, the transportation, even the invitations sent out were on luxury emboss paper lined with real gold leaf. So your wedding actually begins a few days before it even starts, with a visit to a celebrity spa for a red-carpet all-over treatment, and then you spend hours getting your hair, makeup, and nails done.

Both the ceremony and the reception are held in a large, lavish hall. There’s a huge crowd of guests for business reasons, along with reporters and other representatives from the press, plus even some politicians. When Jumin takes your hand at the altar, there’s a literal spotlight shining on the two of you while the room grows dramatically dark.

So your wedding is kinda a publicized business event, which isn’t super ideal but Jumin tried his best to keep it as special as possible. He deferred to you when it came to almost all the decisions, such as the color scheme of the decor, and what kind of menu you wanted. Almost everything was based off of your preferences, which is what Jumin wanted. He desired nothing but you as his spouse, and that’s what he was getting.

Jumin rarely ever gets overly emotional, including at his own wedding, but for the rest of the evening he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and whenever you turned your head your new husband was smiling, absolute adoration in his eyes.

The honeymoon is a worldwide tour, of course. With cruises, five-star hotels, attending operas, and dining at the most famous places.

--- Saeyoung ---

He’s free from the agency and Mint Eye both, and he has you with him. He never been be happier, or feel more free than he ever did. So the wedding reflects it; it’s held outside, by the sea, lightly managed so there’s almost no schedule to adhere to.

It’s super important that he makes his vows to you under god. So it takes some digging until he finds an actual church that’s within a short distance from a gorgeous beach. The two of you marry under brightly lit stained glass windows before hopping into one of his sports cars and race to the reception area. The other guests have to catch up.

He cries at the ceremony, of course. He eventually leaves his glasses off because his eyes keep welling up. He recites from the bible. You can feel his hands shaking.

And at the reception, it’s p a r ty time. There’s music playing and a very important playlist is playing that the two of you made beforehand. The catering is seafood and barbecue. There’s very little alcohol, and lots of dessert.

It’s a smaller crowd of guests, but that’s what made it so special. You all played at the beach with spontaneous games of badminton, or dunked yourselves into the beach then running off laughing, and joked amongst yourselves for hours, long after night came around and the area was lit up with Saeyoung’s jacked lighting system.

The honeymoon is spent in South Korea, in Jeju-do where the two of you go on sunny car rides along the cliffs, go spelunking in gorgeous caves that light up like the universe, and stay in a traditional bathhouse.

--- Saeran ---

Saeran will always and forever adore the ‘princess’ aesthetic on you. When you two first met, his Ray alter embodied and obsessed over it, but nowadays he simply enjoys the magical romance of a fairytale love story. It reminds him of his longing daydreams when he was younger, and how it all eventually came true.

It’s an evening wedding, held in a hotel banquet hall, planned and catered by an expensive company he and his brother both shelled enthusiastically to purchase. He didn’t really know anybody aside from the RFA and you, and only made like one or two other friends since beginning recovery. So you invited all your friends and family you knew would support the two of you, and it turned out to be an intimate but loving crowd.

SOOO many flowers. Bouquets dot the walls, sit at every table, and line the isle. And Saeran beforehand prepared your bridal bouquet himself. It was a very carefully crafted arrangement that masterfully relayed a thorough message of love, commitment, and family.

Saeran’s quiet but surprisingly calm. It’s just ... pure happiness. He’s every bit a prince when he takes your hand at the altar. This wedding marked more than the beginning of your union, it was evidence that his life was good.

He wasn’t super enthused about traveling anywhere for the honeymoon, and wanted to spend the time alone with you at home, where its safe and familiar. But you convinced him that an extreme change of scenery can do wonders for his depression and anxiety. So the two of you spent an amazing twelve days in Canada, where he got to experience a world he’d never seen before. He took really well to hiking, which turned out to be a great low impact exercise option for his frail physical health.

--- Jihyun ---

The reception’s held outside, by the Suncheon Bay area - a beautiful national wetland park with amazingly unique scenery and wildlife. The ceremony beforehand is held inside, and its short and sweet with custom vows.

He’d want a Catholic wedding if it’s okay with you, or if not, a fusion wedding where the vows aren’t religious but its overseen by a pastor, or something like that.

As a photographer, he’s surprisingly anal about the timing of the event. There has to be the perfect amount of natural sunlight during the wedding. So the ceremony is held in the late morning, then he quickly urges you outside where beautiful pictures are taken of the two of you standing amidst gorgeous nature.

There’s a surprisingly big crowd. Jihyun is a popular man, so aside from the RFA there’s his various art friends, his other friends, his older friends, not to mention your own friends and family. His father does show up, but it’s sadly stilted.

He’s worldly and artsy, so the banquet is multicultural, with lots of his personal favorites he’s experienced from around the world. You notice a lot of french bread.

And don’t forget, he’s a rich boy! So everything’s quality stuff. You don’t have to worry about expenses with him. He’s not ostentatious to the level of Jumin, but he’s still got a packing wallet.

The honeymoon is spent touring Central America, which he particularly loves for its blazing sun and colorful culture. You split the trip between luxury all-inclusive resorts, and countryside roughing it.

#mystic messenger imagines #mysme imagines #mystic messenger #mysme #zen mysme #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyong choi #saeran choi #jihyun kim

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「 ...Hatchling. 」

“...haven’t heard your gruff old voice in some time.” Kōtarō’s posture straightened when he heard his blade address him. For an instant, it felt like the old shack that made for his childhood home and present surroundings blinked out, and he found himself pulled back into the sea of clouds that made for his inner world.

It was only for an instant, but the sight stuck with the Lieutenant all the same: the sky above him there wasn’t a clear, sunny blue. Clouds, ones at his feet and ones on high, were a charged black, threatening to burst with lightning and roar thunder at any given moment, and moving overhead and below with speed.

「 11 years will have passed soon. 」

“...yeah.” Now that was a comment from his projected instinct Kōta felt he could have done without, leaning back against the old wall and letting out a huff that came out more tired than he intended. It was one thing that he already trained himself ragged, with newer, deeper scars torn into the earth and cliffside alike outside proving as such, but while he would’ve appreciated hearing the often silent Hai’iro Ranmaru speak, it was another to be casually reminded of the looming anniversary of the Great Soul King Protection War.

Reiō, he always hated that name for it. They were more fighting for their own lives, their survival as a collective, than that of a faceless, nameless lynchpin. While Kōtarō found it easier to process those events in the decade-plus since, remembrance still stung. Fear and helplessness unlike anything he felt. Losing too many relationships in one fell swoop than can ever be counted. The death of the one man he respected and looked up to most, whom he only wanted to make proud one more time before his untimely demise. Oh how distraught he had been, in repressing the resulting despair as much as he could and sinking himself into his work, into bettering himself in case-

「 Why? 」

“W-why what?”

「 Why do you remain grounded? 」

“Ranmaru, we’ve been at it here since morning,” the windstorm wielder pointed out, even going so far as to jab a thumb toward the sunset-hued sky outside for his mentally aboding partner. It was rare that he had an entire day to himself, and of course he spent it dedicating in refining his skills and abilities with nigh bullheaded obsession, but he intended on returning to the Seireitei once he recovered enough of his strength. “We can get back into it later in the week, can’t we?”

「 That is not what I meant. 」

Oh here we go with the cryptic gotchas. Returning his thumb so that he may drag his hand, palm and digits, down his face, Kōta paused before he opted to take the bait: “So if it’s not me taking a break, then what?”

「 Why are you not honest? 」

“Wh- Excuse me?!” Maybe it was the exhaustion talking when his own voice rose, but those words still touched on a nerve. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

「 You first chose to carry this burden in the name of a man who has not walked among you, not for the last 11 years. 」

“Okay, don’t you dare bring Captain Ukitake into this.” His tone turned as sharp as steel at the comment, and his reiatsu threatened to flare in turn. It was not long after Aizen’s arrest that Kōta made such a pledge to his late commander, to be of better use to him and the 13th in the future, but it was the absolute last thing he wished to recall.

Still, as bitter as he felt, he knew Hai’iro Ranmaru was correct.

“Shit.” How cruelly that memory aged, from an ignorant and hopeful 4th Seat who saw not the storm on the horizon. Hell, none of them saw it coming. The shinigami in question felt his back ease against the wall he sat against, all while mulling over bygone times.

「 So what reason do you have to still seek such power now? 」

The answer to that is obvious, no?

“Rukia... She’s going to need me to back her up. I have a whole Division to look after now as Captain Kuchiki’s right hand. The newest Captain and Lieutenant pair. All eyes of the Gotei 13 will be on us. I can’t afford to slack off just yet.

“...I’ll need to be at my best.”

And for his answer, all he received was a dismissive scoff from the elder voice in his mind.

「 You lie to yourself. 」

“Lying to myself?” Here Kōtarō thought he was being forthright, yet his blade’s accusation came with a gale creaking the wood of the hut from the outside, as though wind itself was objecting to his questioning.

「 You pursue power because you are afraid. 」

The claim spurned the Lieutenant into trying to deny it, but however he tried to raise his voice, any attempt at a sentence died almost as soon as it left his throat. What could he say to convince his own id otherwise? Not five minutes ago, his thoughts still lingered on a conflict over a decade past; Hai’iro Ranmaru naturally would have thought it too.

“Well don’t you have me all figured out, jī-chan,” he finally answered, letting a defeated smile sit on his countenance.

「 There is no shame in such an act. 」

“In what, pursuing power out of fear?”

「 In figuring you out. 」

A snort broke from the swordsman at the bluntly delivered remark, and with it, so did the tension between himself and the spirit of his weapon.

“Pfeh. That too, then.”

With that, the pair allowed silence to reign between themselves. The clouds hanging high over Kusajishi seemed to rumble, ready to dispense with rainwater it had built up for several days of aridity with the coming summer season.

It only took moments for the first droplets to fall, pelting the roof little by little until a full shower began in earnest. A satisfied sigh left the soul reaper as he closed his eyes and focused on his other senses, taking in the soothing sound of rainfall and the building smell of petrichor from the outdoors.

Ranmaru’s presence, meanwhile, still lingered in his mindscape, seeming to enjoy the outside weather along with his wielder.

“...it’s been fun, though.”

「 Fun? 」

“Hm.” Kōta nodded to themselves as he sought to piece his thoughts together, while reflecting on more recent history for a change. “Over the last several years. All those techniques and manoeuvres? I wasn’t capable of half of that before we started training so seriously.”

「 Getting stronger... brings you pleasure? 」

“If you want to put it so starkly, then sure, I guess.” A low chuckle broke from Ryōhei younger before he continued. “It also means I understand you—and us—better in the long run, doesn’t it? I’d call it fun.”

「 Hm... I suppose it does, hatchling. 」

“I don’t know, I just... I want to keep flying. Higher, and higher still, until I can’t see the earth at my feet anymore.” He didn’t realize he started waxing poetic, but he remembered that wish well from when he was a little young soul: a great yearning to stand above any and every trouble on the earth, and equally untethered to the forces of gravity – freedom unlike anything he’s ever known. “That’s... just how it always felt like to me, I guess.”

「 Yet you ground yourself. Fear has locked you within a gilded cage, all while the clouds above call for you to ascend to their heights. 」

“Is that right?”

「 Of course. I am the wind at your back, the air in your lungs, and the sword by your side. I know when fear takes hold of you, even should you attempt to deny it. 」

“...it’s not like I’m afraid of death or anything. Kinda grown numb to that sort of thing after this many years on the job and all,” Kōtarō opined, feeling that a shinigami in his position would not last long in their duties if they weren’t used to putting their life on the line. Ranmaru hummed in affirmation in turn, wishing to hear his wielder speak his mind more. Anxiously, the man rested his hand on the back of his weary neck as he went on. “It’s just... back then, with the Quincy...?”

For a moment, he fell quiet.

“...they fucking steamrolled us. Slain us by the thousands. Hardly took them any effort, at that.”

As for the words he did not say aloud, though his zanpakutō understood as though they were spoken? None of us should have survived the war, least of all me. We got off lucky.

However, it was more than just fear. More than just helplessness. Hopelessness. Despair. Desperation.

「 ...so what do you intend to do, the next time your world threatens to fall around you? 」

There was one more feeling that took root in his soul, though buried within the chaos of the last day.

Memories of his own last stand proved... hazy, given he would only remember waking up in the 4th Division barracks after the dust settled at last. But, Kōta did remember the Seireitei, though ruined, returning in front of his eyes after days spent skulking, fleeing, hiding, and fighting within the city of shadows.

Then lights fell from the heavens, by the dozens, and from their descent rose those... things.

「 The next time providence itself chooses to become your enemy? 」

Squawking, shrieking, swearing vengeance in the name of their perfect, almighty god-king. Threatening to raze the one relief he found in his home materializing before him to ashes, after he thought it truly lost forever. After he finally had a moment to breathe—let alone recollect himself—when he reunited with those who still remained from the 13th. After they already took Captain Ukitake from them.

It was coming back to him, albeit in pieces, that those bird-beasts were so. Fucking. LOUD. Like a sickening cacophony of dissonant trumpets gleefully tearing into whatever peace of mind he still held on to, blaring into his ears lest he turned deaf.

The spark of hope he felt that that some of the normalcy he loved could return at all, only for someone to dare rip it away from him again, ignited something else.

「 The next time someone dares to stand in the way of your peace? 」

WRATH.

He stopped caring about power gaps.

He stopped compromising on what best approach there was to take.

He stopped worrying about whether he and his own would live to see tomorrow.

All he wanted was to see those Quincy bird things dead. Rally whoever among his men could still fight, and order the remaining ones to safety.

So, he brandished Hai’iro Ranmaru.

He saw Kira Izuru, a man who inexplicably stood while half his own torso was missing, going in as the vanguard against those lording, sanctimonious monstrosities.

Thus, Kōta summoned his cavalry.

Charged like a roaring typhoon, with a great fury he had not shown again since.

Fought until he could stand no longer, having slain one beast after the next with only red in his eyes.

The wrath he felt in those memories of the past simmered under his own skin in the present.

「 The Ryōhei Kōtarō I saw that last day, who did not let such fears hold him down... 」

Kōtarō was not alone in the cabin anymore. Not there one moment, there the next he blinked. It was enough to jolt life back into the shinigami, but he showed no fear before the intruder, for there stood the one same hermit he saw countless times within his inner world, now far and away—or a mere five steps away?—from the cloud sea it inhabited.

The same priestly kimono, with the same yuigesa. The same hauchiwa fan at his hip, with black feathers from the same black wings folded at its back.

Although, it was not the familiar face of a wise old bird Kōtarō would see. No, that mask fell away when Hai’iro Ranmaru made himself corporeal.

“...would break free from his cage, by tempering that same rage worthy of my power.”

Even his voice had changed with his younger, more human-like appearance, sounding smoother than Kōtarō had ever recalled hearing, almost melodious in his chiding. Next to one another, one could swear they looked like twins. The swordsman himself would have realized it as well, had he not sat there on the floor of his childhood home, looking shellshocked.

It did not immediately sink in that, at long last, his zanpakutō spirit materialized before him.

“If you can confirm to me you are worthy?”

It did not yet click that, indeed, he proved to possess the aptitude for Bankai after all.

“If you can show me you can rise above that fear?”

It did not come to mind that his years of training have finally, against all the odds, paid off.

“If you can prove that by besting the hells of yesteryear once again?”

No, above all else...

“Then I will gladly bend the knee to you...”

...what really stood out to the soul reaper was...

“...so that, as my master, you may soar to-”

“What the fu—YOU WERE YOUNG THIS WHOLE TIME?!”

“THAT IS WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO FOCUS ON?!”

#{ a badge of honour ☁ verse ☁ }#{ cut for length }#{ listen to the rhythm of the falling rain ☁ playlist ☁ }#{ ooc: I think after a year+ back on here it's okay to start moving one of his own personal plot points along- }#{ and after three days on this that's... 2250 words lmfao- }#{ the back and forth dialog was fun to write though-! }#{ honestly I felt super inspired by Ducky's drabbles so I couldn't help myself- =u=;a }

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bubblesandgutz · 3 years

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Could you recommend a handful of black metal albums to check out? Thanks!!!

Sure. I’m by no means a black metal expert, so take these suggestions with a grain of salt.

Venom - Welcome to Hell. Figured I should have at least one 1st wave black metal record on here. And this is often considered the first black metal album, so it seems like a no-brainer. It’s sloppy and rough around the edges, but it’s also got a great chaotic energy. Reminds me of a more metal version of Void or Discharge.

Darkthrone - Panzerfaust. Gotta have one of the classic Norwegian second wave bands on the list. Though Panzerfaust came just after the “unholy trinity” of revered Darkthrone albums, it’s personally my favorite of the catalog. It’s got a little of Transylvanian Hunger’s treble-bleached buzzsaw attack, but it’s also got a bunch of great lurching sludge riffs and mid-tempo rockers. One of my favorite metal records period.

Beherit - Drawing Down the Moon. Norway got all the attention for black metal in the early ‘90s, but wild shit was happening in Finland too. Beherit’s debut album is definitely mixed weird---the vocals are cranked up, the guitar distortion sounds like it’s running through a scooped out Superfuzz, and the bass is strangely loud---but once you accept those aesthetic choices, you’re in for a treat of strange, sinister, reductionist black metal.

Samael - Passage. Another one of my favorite metal records of all time. This one is super glossy and veers into goth/industrial territories, but there are so many great riffs on this record that it overcomes my general aversion to this niche corner of black metal.

Rotting Christ - Rituals. Another super glossy industrial-tinged black metal album. Russian Circles were sorta obsessed with this album when it came out. Super simple riffs. Super straightforward songwriting. It’s more of a rock record than a black metal record. But man, it’s ALL HOOKS. Super catchy.

Craft - Fuck the Universe. This seems to be a popular black metal album even among folks that don’t generally like black metal. Great riffs.

Xasthur - Subliminal Genocide. Black metal exudes the vibe of being music for misanthropic loners. And this ugly, bleak, atmosphere-rich album made by a guy in his bedroom is an A+ example of that brand of isolated lo-fi gloom. Another black metal album that tends to be trumpeted by folks that aren’t generally a fan of the genre.

Hail Conjurer - Erotic Hell. Raw and sloppy black metal from Finland. I like that the bass on this is loud and grimy, so it still sounds thick and chunky. Kinda reminds me of Venom in that it feels very punk.

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The Fireman

Kinda long but here’s prompt 50 of 52 :D

- @sdavid09 in case you’re still reading these

Jolting upright again from your backwards lean onto a knotted root your eyes snapped open and staring at the still smoldering fire from supper the flames from your dream receded and all the screams died to the loud snores of the Company you were with. Smoothing your hands over your face you shook your head remembering again their call for secrecy and stealth, two things these earth trembling snores were not. All the same beggars can’t be choosers and after Bilbo had been talked off of Gandalf’s leg after waking to another pair of legs poking out from under his bed. The Wizard had come to hire the Hobbit as Burglar only to lower his staff and leave the trembling bachelor on his porch to go and inspect the intruder. A scream clearly marking female and a loud thud came from the tussle with said female trying to wiggle free from under the bed and away from the elderly stranger who woke her from another nightmare. Panting and in tears the second innocent was stirred and Gandalf made introductions, somehow a very young reborn Elleth had been brought back to life and for some reason left underneath the bed of a Hobbit hired for a very important mission.

Every night was the same, as it had for years now since you were a child. No one knew just where you came from in this life or the one you had been trapped in before. Yet the flames remained, a burning city with two brothers come to kill the Royal family. Two weeping boy’s fixed in your mind, twins, dark haired with bright blue eyes haunting you as again your body would collapse mid sword fight from another outside the known pair you were dueling at the same time to keep them from the boys. Hard you would fall and see the boys being lifted and carried off in the blurring of your vision while the flames descended. Always you researched fires and tried to hunt through victims to know just where you might have encountered the pair or if you were just insane. A profession as a fire fighter seemed to calm most who could have been concerned with your obsession with fires, four years you had been one of the best and again chasing those same screams through a crumbling building you dove for safety and awoke to a new world with even fewer answers to offer.

“I didn’t ask for this! So why are you treating me like I did?!” Again the words echoed in a dying shout in your head as you listened to the complaints of the Dwarf King on their Elven companion who seemed to be so averse to gutting fish.

“I know Elves mainly do not eat from streams-,”

“This Elf, Master Nori, is not from this world. When I want fish it is pre cut and frozen wrapped in bags for my convenience. This is the fourth time I have fished forgive my unsettled nerves at tearing out he innards of a creature still staring at me.”

Nori looked you over and Ori asked, “Ice is so common in your former home? I have never heard of Elves dwelling in snowy regions.” He said looking to his relatives.

Gloin who said, “Must have had quite a cushy life, to have never dirtied your dainty fingers before.”

Resting your arms on your crossed legs as you tossed your latest clean fish into the bowl between you and Bofur you looked flatly to the Dwarf saying, “For your information I was raised in an orphanage and treated like the illegitimate bastard I no doubt was, abandoned for the inconvenience I posed on my parents who never looked back.” Dropping the jaw of every jaw of the Dwarves as you muttered, “I’d have rather grown up in a cave with wolves than that flee ridden tundra of forgotten souls I was abandoned to. We didn’t have streams, or animals or grass even. Just a little patch of tar in a forgotten corner of the bustling city that only afforded two spoonfuls of gruel to those who had earned it in their studies that day. Yes we had ice Ori, but nothing was convenient there. Everything and everyone had a price. So great Masters, pray ignore my reluctance to issue suffering on another creature, it is a feeling I am all too familiar with to find comfortable.”

Humbly Gloin stated, “I do apologize, Miss Pear, Gandalf made no mention of your past.”

“Gandalf never asked. Bilbo found me under his bed, how I grew up didn’t seem so important I assume.”

Fili lowly asked, “I cannot imagine you have very many happy memories from your childhood then.”

“That’s the thing you see, I don’t remember having a childhood there.” That had all eyes on you again, “I remember my teens there vividly, but before that, they told me I was always there, I had been abandoned as a baby, but I have these dreams of all these people and a city unlike anything I’ve ever seen since then. And then a fire. They always told me I had imagined it all, to cope with not having a family. That I had made up an entire childhood in this perfect place with parents that loved me, and when I finally gave up the delusion that is why I dreamed up a fire. I can see it though, plain as day when I close my eyes. It never fades.”

Firmly but kindly on your shoulder Balin’s hand settled and he reached out to wipe away with his kerchief the tear you didn’t realize you’d shed, giving you a comforting smile as he said, “I do not imagine in a place like that they would be entirely truthful. Once Gandalf has returned we shall have him recall cities that have fallen to flames. There are many an Elf kingdom fallen to ruin no doubt with children lost here and there. We shall help you uncover your homeland if we can.”

Kili, “You remember faces, do you remember any crests? Any city names?”

“There is one, a golden fountain, surrounded by trumpets. But I didn’t live there, my father took me there,”

Thorin, “Gondolin, fell in the Kinslayings. Why would he take you there?”

“He wanted me to meet the man he chose for me.” Your eyes dropped to the final fish you added to the bowl, “But I didn’t want to.”

Dori, “There was another to catch your fancy?”

“Yes,” you replied softly and turned with a sigh to wash your hands as Bombur came to fetch the fish for supper. Details of the dream were shared and all they could guess up was you could have been protecting your darker haired brothers, though that could have been reduced to cousin or family friend as your hair was like moonlit snow in long tight curls to your lower back with bright purple silver flecked eyes. Either way they did mean it, Gandalf was consulted once returned but held no more answers as he claimed to have spent little time in those cities and remained in the gardens of his Valar teacher’s until he was sent to Middle Earth in the Third Age’s beginning.

A purchased bow and quiver from Gandalf returning from his latest trip to who knows where had you armed a tiny bit at least and in your hands they seemed to feel at home. Each digit and muscle in your arms knowing the process of firing off the arrows flawlessly as more of your vivid dreams kept inching back to the forefront of your mind having eased your way through school on the archery team with scholarships, even granting you a few medals and trophies. Those memories circling in your mind between steps walking blindly beside Bilbo’s pony on Gandalf’s horse; a sudden stop had you snapping back to reality noticing that the horse had wandered away from the line to a small brook for a drink. Leaning forward you stroked his shoulder taking notice that the Bur Brother’s ponies had hurried over with the others soon stopping to turn calling for your lunch spot.

Down you climbed eyeing the forest in the distance curiously. Thorin had come over to your side asking, “Do you see something with those hawk like eyes of yours?”

Glancing down at him you said, “Just squirrels. Nothing ominous no worries buddy.”

Ori, “Squirrels can be plenty ominous. When left to their own devices.”

Nori, “Been robbed by my fair share on my own travels.”

That had you giggling and his brow arching up believing you didn’t believe him, “Sorry, I’m picturing you having stolen a chandelier and a squirrel dragging it away for his home while you sleep.” The image making even him chuckle at the absurd notion.

Ori chuckled out, “I suppose if we were to find any glowing trees the culprit would be easily found.”

Lunch came and went and the equally as bored horse in the line of ponies stopped again on the edge of the forest you had finally reached as the sun was setting. Glancing around the forest after removing the saddle that was still resting in your arms the golden glow seemed to stir more inklings of hints toward your dream that no doubt would pop up again. The saddle was set aside and another gust of hot wind blew through the trees once again. Removing your hat you fanned yourself on the front and back of your neck confused still but slightly amused that along with you all your belongings appeared in Bilbo’s bedroom, though your things were in an adorable metal wagon that two ponies rotated pulling thankful that they didn’t have to carry all the heavy belongings and the Company as well. The wagon was settled off to the side of the camp in a corner of trees easily defendable and good for a watch seat through the night.

Sure enough Dwalin was coming off his turn and like clockwork you shot up again from against a propped up root while Bofur had woken to take his turn and steal more time to admire the dagger he found in the hoard you located the night before. Patting your back Bofur passed you by hoping you might be able to fall asleep again soon unlike other nights you seemed to stay up the rest of the night.

Following the path of a curious squirrel inspecting your shimmering self in the flickers of moonlight breaking through the trees on your exposed lower arms and knees through your torn jeans your gaze fell into the path of a flapping cloth. Darting out of sight a painted silk robe vanished and in standing up a giggle echoed in your ears and grabbing his ax Dwalin stepped hard triggering a ripple of Dwarf eyes to open and snores to halt. Weapons were gripped and confused the men sat up almost taking it for a false alarm before you flinched hearing loud howls and screeches to battle in the distance. At once the group was up filling the wagon four of them gripped with little time to dress the ponies, pulling it themselves while you watched Dwalin leading the charge deeper into the woods with Bilbo still stubbornly sleeping across his shoulders. Cackles sounded at the nearer the howls and screeches came with Gandalf loudly shouting for someone named Radagast while heavy hooves thundered from who knows where after the noise.

“I don’t like the look of this,” Thorin muttered in a round clearing with ribbons coated in crystal beads draped around the trunks of each tree.

Oin, “Clearly a trap.”

Again you saw the robe, though this time you gasped seeing the boys from your dream wearing the identical robes giggling in their dart away. “The twins!”

Thorin, “Jaqi!” He whispered as harshly as he could at your dart away.

“Hey, come back!” You called out and from far above hooded Elves watched the Dwarves muttering curses and following you on their ponies with your horse helping Bilbo’s to pull the wagon. “I see you,” you giggled out darting around another tree just barely missing one of the boys who snuck under a root you leapt over easily. “Where did you go?”

You asked playfully and leaning over Bilbo asked seeing the pair of glimmering orbs you were flying, “Thorin, is this forest haunted?”

That had Thorin looking at him, “No, what do you see? I see nothing!”

Bilbo wet his lips and pointed, now seeing glowing footprints of children the longer he focused on the orbs, “They’re children she’s following. Looks like.”

Gloin muttered, “Chasing ghosts, bad portents.”

Balin, “Hush, it could be her kin calling her to Rivendell.” That had the Dwarves calming as Durin even notes following his former children to their halls after each of his wakings in his later lives. Paths to safety.

Sure enough you giggled again at your feet hitting a hidden stone pathway you chased the pair through a courtyard through which you raced up the stairs there into another set of halls to another open courtyard. Behind you the Dwarves clearly having been watched by notably Silvan Elves on watch they nodded explaining they were with you and darted after Bilbo who was already halfway up the steps.

Wide open in the moonlit courtyard in a scan for the boys now behind a pillar your eyes fell to a familiar face. Tall with no focus on you strolling closer to the boys the dark haired brother of the intruders had your smile dropping to almost a snarl and storming into the courtyard. Pausing only to accept two of the offered twin blades from a hooded figure who bowed his head to you. In your eyes back in that burning hall you crossed the floor calling out actually to the moonlit Elves turning at the sound of blades being unsheathed. “Back away!”

Brighter your light pulsed with your body nearly unfocused leaving just your telling bright eyes, no longer fiery his wide eyes fell in you and he muttered to call for someone while you charged for him, “You,” Maglor murmured glancing just in time to another blade being unsheathed and tossed his way granting him a chance to block your attack. He did not wish to harm you again but it took all he had to keep your attacks at bay, never having faced another of your strength since you had last challenged him. He never wanted you to die and now that you were back though he knew he had earned death for what his men had done he wished to aid you in snapping out of this as all reborn had to face their ghosts to resume their peaceful lives or eternally being at battle with themselves and those around them. To the Dwarves’ eyes you were clearly the superior though he seems far beyond your elder at your own stated age though clearly lesser in skill.

“Where is the other one?!” You grit out in another hard blow causing his footing to stagger a moment between his pants for air to keep up.

“My brother is dead.” He could barely get the words out as he watched the flames in your eyes while you and the near invisible quick blades were dancing, remembering fully the memory you were fighting to push past.

Clearly now the Elves looking on had taken notice of the reasoning for the attack and cleared a path for King Thranduil, who froze seeing just who was attacking the Elf Lord. Lowering his arms his wrap fell and in four steps was across the courtyard with sword drawn. Nowhere near threatening to anyone but enough to have a blade swipe between you and Lord Maglor who was groaning in pain from your heavy boot to his chest sending him back into the base of the fountain behind him. His eyes fixed on your terrifyingly bright self growing darker in the swelling of your powers almost like the night sky coated in tiny white dots with outline of your features still brilliantly white matching the specked halo around your body reflecting across the blades now aimed at him.

That was it, the deadly pause before the death blow with one arm bent back just as in notching back an arrow with the other blade sideways in your palm so you might stab him then slice off his head in the retraction of the first blow, one swift motion for a simple clean kill. None had dared to step in seeing your skill and all the same in the pass of Thranduil’s blade swiping into your sight to just ease along the edge of yours knowing your blade would simply cut his in half at its inferior metal.

That was it, your eyes shifted and just like his wrap falling the hunter’s stare was gone with tears threatening to pool in your eyes. The veil had dropped and a tear fell down your cheek glowing in a stream of shimmering colors as you saw yourself finally in the moonlit courtyard so far from the destroyed kingdom of ages past, “You’re not here.” Clenching your eyes more tears fell at your broken tone and everyone exhaled knowing you were out of your painful haze with still sword bearing hands moving to clench in your tied back hair.

“I,” sheathing his blade he stepped after your backwards steps to the statue you walked into and slid down to plop ungracefully in sorrow.

Weakly murmuring, “I’m losing my mind,” with swords clattering to the ground at your sides allowing Thranduil, now kneeling in front of you to claim hold of your hands.

“I am here.” Pressing your hands to his chest he clung to pressing his forehead to yours with a tear of his own falling at your broken sob. “I am real, you have returned to us.”

Shaking your head your lip quivered and Bilbo moved closer watching as your glow dimmed to its non frightening shimmer another tear fell and around your legs flowers began to sprout up between the stone tiles in the courtyard, all glowing as well. “Jaqi, you’re not losing your mind. He is real. Whoever he is,” Thranduil’s head drew back and his thumb stroked the back of yours.

His head only turning at Legolas joining Glorfindel and Elrond entering the courtyard, “Ada?” Confused at his contact with the unknown woman.

“High Princess Oromereon.” Elrond barely managed to say crossing the courtyard to you sheathing his sword with lips parted seeing the tears still threatening to spill from your pain and fear flooded eyes. Even Maglor eased closer while you weren’t looking without his borrowed blade. Beside you Lord Elrond knelt with your full attention watching another flower stirring tear, “Finally. I had hoped you would return to us.”

Anxiously wetting your formerly pouting lower lip you said, “I’ve seen your eyes, on a little boy, in my dreams.”

Kindly his hand settled below your elbow, “Memories, I am Elrond. High Princess, Jaqiearae, when I was a child you minded my twin brother and I.”

“Does he not live here?”

Elrond answered, “Elros chose a mortal life, and passed some ages past.”

“Where am I?” You asked in a broken whisper finally noticing Gandalf and another Wizard at his side having finally ended their chase after the much faster Lords who were both looking you over.

“In Rivendell, these are my lands none will harm you or your Company here.”

Again you looked to the Lord you had attacked and your lip quivered again in a voice cracking try to apologize, though he cut you off, “High Princess, I cannot word an adequate enough apology. Myself and my brother were dueling you quite foolishly. I had no intention of ever harming you, we had hoped to talk through your justified stance to protect Elrond and Elros, then our soldiers, one of them fired an arrow hitting you in the neck, you had forgotten the collar to your armor. Blades should have never been crossed with you, we should have yielded, I humbly beg for your forgiveness knowing fully I do not deserve it and may never earn it. You were still so young, not in full bloom, and we foolishly led to your demise unjustifiably, for one so innocent and just, as yourself. I deserve every blow you have dealt today, and am gladdened you have returned. For you were greatly missed.”

Looking to Elrond another tear fell and he extended his hands in Thranduil’s lowering yours from his still thundering chest feeling you wished to have your hands back. “Please, come, let us clean you up, feed you and find you a warm bed for tonight. Allow you to rest.” You nodded and accepted his help up feeling Thranduil adjusting the cardigan you had on back over your bare shoulder in the dropping of that sleeve weighing it down unable to help but inspect your weathered and stained layers. “If I may, My High Princess, where did you awaken?”

You pointed to Bilbo who said, “Under my bed in April.” That had Elrond looking to Gandalf.

“Why was she not taken to Lindon?!” He nearly hissed in Elvish to the now open mouthed Wizard.

“I sent word to Lindon, I had assumed she might be one of those fallen from the lost lands, however none wished to house her through the transition.”

“Do you dwell in the Blue Mountains?” Thranduil asked Bilbo and he shook his head.

“The Shire.”

Thranduil looked to Gandalf, “The Shire. Halfway across Middle Earth!”

Elrond, “Could you not see the pain she was harboring in the weight of the distance?!”

Gandalf, “I have witnessed far more of Miss Pear than simply her pain in these past months and had I the knowledge of whom she was descended I would have sent for the eagles, however, I was not aware as I have never been to Doriath, in fact I rarely left the gardens of my masters among the Valar.” His eyes shifted to you, “And I am deeply sorry if I have caused you any more unjust pain.”

You shook your head and Elrond sighed staring, “King Thranduil might you escort our guests to the bathhouse? I have more questions for our Wizards here.”

Without moving you glanced up at the King now meeting your gaze and matching your curious smirk, “King? Just what did you bake that promoted you to King?”

Shaking his head to hide his creeping grin he replied, “My Ada won the favor of the Silvan Elves, they named him King, I merely inherited the title.”

You nodded following his hand motion to walk with him wiping your cheeks again on your sleeve only to pause again when you noticed Lord Glorfindel who bowed his head to you and gave a quick swallow to say, “High Princess Oromereon.”

“Am I shorter or did you grow?” That had the corner of his lips tug up. “Swords,” you turned realizing you’d left the swords and hurried to gather them and return them only to find the formerly hooded figure was now a glimmering set of armor and numerous weapons, “Where did the hooded man go?”

Glorfindel stated as you sheathed the swords again into the sheaths spread across the raised arms holding a tray of more weapons. “Valar King Mandos often appears to arm those who have returned. This is your armor and weapons. Gifted to you by Valar King Aule to aid in your training with your uncle, Valar King Tulkas.” The Dwarves admired each piece in their passing while you continued on to join Thranduil again to the bathhouse.

Warm water filled the copper tub and through the kingdom new blooms filled the trees and gardens as you relaxed into the curved tub resting your feet up on the rim to help stretch your sore legs. The action somehow summoning company as one Elleth came with hands dipping under the water to start rubbing your lower legs and another came to comb out your hair that with another basin behind your head that was used to wet and wash your hair with. Where this normally had felt strange it all took you back again to that first week in Gondolin when you were escorted to meet your betrothed who happened to be here waiting with dinner as well.

In the rinsing of your hair a soft suggestion to tilt your head back came to ease the brushing of creams to your face relieving the small crapes and bruise from a bad stumble the week prior just about gone. Dried and helped into a lovely gown while your bag was mildly being kept hostage so you might be dressed properly no doubt to your supposed rank. All the same with your curly hair laying down your back and partially in your face at its usual slump forward to try and blind you. At least until an Elleth hurried over with a quick brush of your hair back to be held in place by a circlet of pale green crystal leaves set into a solid band of white gold glowing softly so that in your reflection it nearly blended entirely into your hair.

Before anyone could add anymore to you out into the hall you popped exhaling sharply trying to shake off the group bath only to find Bilbo wringing his fingers in front of him once he saw you and joined him. Formerly watching the ducks in the pond he looked you over seeming no doubt a bit more regal as the Elves had called you. “Bilbo I love you but if you now or treat me different I will throw you in that lake.”

Across his face a relieved grin spread in his own calming exhale, “Thank you,” he said as you moved closer to his side, “I see you’ve escaped as well. There was talk of trying to help brush my feet, I doubt any of them realize only lovers or kin are allowed to do that. Take it not many Hobbits pass through here.”

“I think not.” You said looking at the pond, “Aww, look it’s a baby deer.”

Bilbo smiled and reached out taking your hand making you look at him, “They don’t eat their deer here, doesn’t seem skittish like those in the wild.”

Onto the grass he led you over to the curious fawn coming closer to what he took as another child, under the watch of its snacking mother accepted your gentle pets and trotted away to her call it was time to eat. Glumly as they did you walked back to the walkway pausing when you saw Lord Glorfindel waiting there for you taking in your fully decorated thankfully uninjured self. Bilbo promptly said, “I think I dropped my handkerchief, over there.” Your lips parted and he speed walked away leaving you turning to finish the few steps to the waiting Lord clearly holding something in his hands.

“High Princess Pear,” he said bowing his head to you, “I am aware this is quite forward, however I find I may not have the nerve for the task later. I was not able to gift you this upon our last meeting, I had hoped you might accept it now.” Extending his palm on it rested a glowing white crystal wrapped in mithril woven strands around it forming a tree branching up to the mithril chain it hung on.

“It is very beautiful, thank you.”

When you tried to reach for it he asked, “If I may, might I assist you in putting it on?”

You nodded and you could have sworn he was smiling in your timid turn around and reach up to move your hair. Over your head the pendant lowered and the twisting and locking clasp secured in time for him to help you ease your circlet back down again as your hair tried to use the movement to push it off. “Thank you, heavy or not this head band is no match for my curls.”

Softly he chuckled and when you turned again your gaze sent his to the boisterous Dwarves exiting their own bathhouse door adjusting the finishing touches. Bofur however saw you first and smiled saying, “Now Miss Pear, Don’t you look finer than a new anvil!”

More unlikely comments came from the group making you giggle and join them in following Lord Glorfindel to the dinner as Bilbo scampered back from behind the statue he was peeking out from behind watching you and the quiet Lord. Around the taller table the Elf Lords stood with an empty set of seats waiting for whomever they had chosen, each taking a moment to inspect all of you when you came into view. The radiant pendant on your chest however had Thranduil glancing down a moment before locking his trembling hands in front of his stomach accepting your apparent choice.

Elrond broke the silence guiding Thorin to his seat at the table, “Thorin, of course this seat is yours, and we were hoping High,”

“Just Jaqi is fine.”

Elrond blinked a moment, “Jaqi,”

“Unless that breaks a rule. I have never been a high anything in my old life, and I would like to repay you for the dress and everything, when I can. We found some gold in a Troll hoard so I have a bag from that.”

Halfway to grinning he nodded and said, “Thank you, for the kind gesture but the clothes and circlet are gifts. To welcome you and make you comfortable through your stay.” Shifting his hand he said, “I believe you have a vague notion who Lord Maglor is, and of course King Thranduil and Prince Legolas as well as my aid Lindir.”

To Lindir you smiled saying, “Hi,” uncertain of what to say to Lord Maglor or the King, yet your gaze shifted to the Prince and you asked, “Legolas?”

The Prince nodded and quietly but eagerly replied, “Yes. That is my name.”

Glorfindel walked around the table saying, “I shall fix your chair,” easing one back you took to be yours that you walked to noticing Thranduil had moved to grant his son the one beside you that you lowered onto seemingly signaling the Lords and Dwarves to take their own seats. While Thorin and Elrond spoke you took a sip of water then glanced to Legolas and over the sound of your thundering heart you softly asked, “I saw you with a bow earlier?”

Again he answered, “Yes. I am quite skilled, Ada once had it on the wall, your bow, I must admit I have stolen it.”

Shaking your head you replied, “That is alright, Gandalf found me a new one. Keep it.” He nodded a bit deflated a moment at the taken un-interest in the bow he had once carved a caterpillar into the base of when he was a child to surprise you for a trip away from him only to glance down at your hand settling on his arm just below his elbow for your next question. A far from friendly gesture lighting up his face and bolstering his mood at the first contact you had shared since he was a small child.

This was difficult to say the least, in your dreams of Thranduil especially you knew that in a try to escape marriage you had eloped with Thranduil and had his child that he had been left without you all these years leaving it a sticky situation. Clearly fully grown he didn’t need to be coddled and all those imagined years since you had left would always be his far from what you would experience with your son, but at least you could let him know you were here now and trying to be his friend at least. Thankfully with a grown Elf who didn’t seem to hate you. Questions flowed and soon included others for fuller answers the Prince couldn’t give, always with the curious contact on the glad Prince much more openly happy to the company of Dwarves while his father seemed to be fighting tears of joy that you were trying to mend that bond upon just hearing his name.

The Prince was always odd and always would be, only child of the island of a King and a long since dead Valar Princess. Normally for some he might be dubbed a bastard for any other race but for the Elves even though he was conceived between you and a male you were not Betrothed to the bond was still honored. Thranduil was never your true Husband for anyone but you, seen publicly as your Lover garnering him some status even before his father had been given a throne. Still in his loss he still had your son and all the memories you had shared with hopes for more when you returned to them again, knowing fully you would never leave your son for long.

Dinner bled on until a sudden yawn from you had your smiling son stand to help you up and show you to your bedroom suite. Lingering behind Thranduil did shadow your path wishing to sleep himself to greet you early for breakfast with a flower he would find for you wishing he could be the one to bid you goodnight as you used to and rest with you in his arms. Frozen however he paused seeing you at your open door on your toes embracing Legolas around the shoulders, who melted into the hug with tears pooling into his eyes as you tearfully whispered, “I am so sorry I have missed so much of your life, Little Leaf.” Tightly he clung to you in the hug lasting until he made the move to pull back only for you to wipe his cheeks. “So handsome and tall. Just like I knew you’d be.”

“You have not changed, though I am seeing you from above now, Naneth. Rest well. I shall see you at breakfast.”

You nodded and turned to bed to sleep as he closed the door and turned his head to flash a grin to his father who caught up with him to guide him under his arm to their shared apartment just down the hall. “She held my arm Ada, most of dinner.”

“Yes I saw. There was no doubt she would cherish being with you again.”

“Naneth will find time for you as well Ada. I am certain of it, kept looking your way through the meal.” That mention had the King, who was trying to keep from revealing his true emotions through the meal, and having missed your glances his way save for one or two between Glorfindel’s inquiries on less personal topics such as how you were taking to the several course meal still continuing on in your absence for the Dwarves to ensure the next dinner and several After would suit your preferences.

“Time will tell, Little Leaf.” He said stroking his son’s arm before releasing him to open the door for the pair to head to their own beds still in a whirl over having you back with them.

Underneath your pillow your head eased out with your braided back hair sliding sideways into and out of your face as you sat up on your knees. Out of habit you had slept again in jeans and a sweater forgetting that in your pack you had shorts that could be chosen and onto your feet you grumbled heading to the fountain basin against the wall to rinse your face and brush your teeth. Around the toothbrush you grumbled, “Come in,” to the knock at the door bringing confused Thranduil into your sights. His head tilting at the odd stick between your lips and white bubbles dripping it from between.

“My Darlling Starlight, what are you doing with that stick?” He asked pointing at it making you turn still groggily shifting it to the other side of your mouth.

“It’s a toothbrush.”

“A brush...” he watched as you bent to scoop some water into your mouth using your palm you swished around your mouth then walked to your window to spit into the dirt there.

He watched you walk back to rinse off the odd brush and your smile at a small mirror utterly confusing him. Looking at him you said, “It’s a brush to clean your teeth with. Don’t worry about the planter it’s organic and it makes flowers bloom more colorful.”

“Ah,” he watched you add it to its tube along with your toothpaste tube you added to your toiletries bag that was tucked back in your pack. “Did you sleep well?”

“Other than that odd squawking thing past what I would assume as midnight yes. You?”

“Yes, that would be Yelu, he was raised by blue jays, keeps trying to sing for a mate.” Reaching out he passed you a small purple and orange flower you accepted, “Good morning. Breakfast shall be ready shortly.”

You nodded and said, “Thank you. I was wondering.” He nodded and inched closer hoping to urge you on, “I’m not mistaken, Legolas is-,”

“He is ours, yes. I am so glad you have taken to him so fondly so soon.”

“It’s all confusing. I’d hate for him to think I would just abandon him. Even if I am odd.”

“He is odd.” Your brow inched up, “It comforts him. And myself, a part of you.”

You nodded then wet your lips to ask, “You did love me?” Asking in a whisper of a plea to not be wrong.

“I will never stop.”

Smiling in a nod you fought the tears trying to fill your eyes and you sniffled bringing him closer to rest his hand on your shoulder, “I don’t know what everyone wants me to do.”

“We want you to be happy.” You nodded again and he asked, “Would you like to see the deer again? They are grazing.” You nodded as he turned smiling to himself at your continued morning tour of what he imagined were your herds, or soon to be your herds in Greenwood if you would choose to dwell there after your stay here.

Taking the chance to show you his Elk as well, who took to you right away enjoying your facial scratches luring out your giggles to his content sounds that had you saying, “I can see why you get along so well, he makes the same sounds you do when someone rubs your back after hauling all that flour.”

Thranduil scoffed with a blush spreading across his cheeks as Legolas, who had come to join you burst out laughing having never heard that about his father before.

Across the table while you focused on smoothing some jam to your toast the furious expressions of the Elf Lords bearing about your second life back from the cruel world you had been dropped into after having been slain. None more than Maglor feeling pain as he felt the blame for that death and all that pain that came from that unjust second life had bestowed on your path.

Glorfindel however broke the silence asking, “What was the year in which you left that world?” Trying to place when you had been in the same world he also was sent to after his own death.

“Um,” covering your mouth after a bite of the toast you replied, “2019, no, it was past January, so, 2020.”

Elrond looked to Glorfindel, “Were you not also there in what you called the twenties?”

Glorfindel nodded, “Yes, however that was the 1920’s. So no chance of overlap then.”

“Depends how old you were when you died.” Making him smirk your way.

“I died when I was thirty nine. In the twenties.”

“Ooh, you didn’t jump out a window did you?”

His brows inched up and he said, “Train crash, why would I jump out a window?”

“The stock market?” You said looking at him and you sighed setting down your toast. “Ok, I am not the best to describe this, there is what you pay for something, cost value,” he nodded narrowing his eyes to focus on this, “then some idiot put an imaginary value on things, like a credit, almost, and called it the stock market. It’s supposed to be not just the value of what you have now but, like corn, you would have it priced by the ear but the stock I think would be what you imagine corn could haul in the next year or however far off it is. I was a fireman so I didn’t really give a damn about the stock market never made enough to invest in the imaginary money scheme.”

Thorin, “Miss Pear, if it is a money scheme then why would people invest in it? Could one not lose everything they had to provide their Kin’s futures with?”

“Oh ya,” You nodded, “Part of why when the market crashed it ruined the economy for the whole country. People were jumping out of buildings going on looting sprees, businesses were worthless and had to shut down. Thousands if not millions were unemployed and starving to death though the Great Depression.”

Glorfindel, “And this was in the twenties?”

“Just at the end I think, there was the Roaring 20’s, then the Depression then that bled into something to do with trains I think to bolster the economy and then World War Two hit.”

Thranduil, “World War?”

Glorfindel, “There was a second? When I died we had just won the first! I lost nearly everyone I knew!”

“Well, I just know it happened. I’m not very good at history we had a shortage of books and my study partner liked to eat on their turns with the books so a lot of the pages were stuck together. Barely passed the class.”

Lindir, “That is not a way to treat books.”

“Tried to tell them that and they spat at me, so we kept talking to a minimum after that. I didn’t have many friends and her dad pretty much owned the town.”

Elrond, “There seems to be a growing list of people I wish to throttle from this second life of yours.”

With a grin you said, “We should compare lists then. Being treated like a bastard doesn’t just stop in school.”

“From now on any who arrive from your world will be questioned as to their knowledge of you. Any who were cruel or unkind shall not be permitted entrance.”

“You-,” Thranduil shook his head and you simply picked up your toast for another bite.

Glorfindel, “Perhaps after breakfast you might enjoy a ride?” Timidly you nodded and he gave you a ghost of a grin and turned back to his meal in Thranduil’s changing the topic to something calmer.

Each day it was harder to say that you didn’t find the odd Lord starting to grow on you all the while feeling that same tug to head back to the arms that were so familiar. Just once asleep against his side you had fallen in a stolen bout of late night reading when a storm had kept you up only to wake alone not in the study where you had found him but in your lonely bed. You ached to wake up near him, to have those same sweet good morning nose taps and peppered kisses across cheeks and necks until Legolas would wake up and come attack the pair of you for his own cuddles and kisses lasting through the group meddling of arms to make a sloppy but delicious breakfast.

Yet in the month you had stayed here Thorin was no closer to gaining aid in what you had been brought along to see to fruition. Then with the arrival of a lone White Lady from Lothlorien a nearly tear stained letter was left for Legolas. Stealing away into the night with your former armored layers hidden under your jeans and your cargo jacket you and Gandalf’s horse were in the back of the line of ponies, each step as painful as it was slightly irritating to remember how to walk with ease with four blades on your back and three in each boot.

The quiver and bow tapping your bun didn’t help but you felt somewhat useful now as your fighting training had come back to you. Every tap helping to tear your mind away from the son and former lover and possible future husband you wrote you would return to once your contract with the Company had run its course. Avoiding the rain to spare the ponies that winding wet maze Balin led the path down towards the pass of Khazad-Dum. It would be the long way round but it would be safer and not pass through Thranduil’s lands at all. Even if you were attached in some way they could not rely on that bond to get them their home back when a dragon was involved.

On a raised ridge of stones you sat on watch trying not to pull out the glowing pendant to stroke from under your armor to keep from giving away your location, still trying to get your head around what was waiting for you. Lost to confusion as for what was circling in your head about what would occur between your mini family and your supposed betrothed. Up off his cot to a nightmare uncommon for the Hobbit your eyes turned to him as his hand recoiled from his vest pocket. Silent offering of upturned hands had him coming closer showing you the ring shaped burn on his palm. “What did this?” You asked softly catching his eye.

“I, I found a ring. Had a dream about it, guess I reached for it in my sleep, felt like it bit me.”

You nodded and turned digging into your bag and pulling out a small egg shaped thimble case you opened and passed to him, “Best not let it possibly catch on fire.” He nodded using his handkerchief to pull it out and lock it inside the secure copper egg he settled in his pocket, “Gandalf might have a clue what it is when he catches up to us.”

He nodded and passed you the thimble he had pulled from inside you smirked in accepting, “In case you need it.”

“Thank you, sweet dreams.”

“Hopefully now the biter is locked away.” He muttered on his path to his bedroll again.

“Ada! Naneth has left with the Dwarves!” Instantly Thranduil’s eyes dropped to the letter in his son’s hand instead of focusing on the tears threatening to cloud his eyes, “She has written they have a contract she intends to honor and will return once it is.”

Thranduil nodded and moved closer laying his hand on Legolas’ shoulder in a try to calm him with a firm contact, “Gather your things, we are leaving. Their aim is a dragon, I will not have her in risk alone.” Earning a nod from his son who turned to hurry to their apartment while Thranduil sent word to his guards to ready for the ride to track after you, the action luring attention from others, namely Lord Glorfindel who readied himself and upon Thranduil’s reaching the stables was outside his Elk’s stall. “I will not be deterred-,”

Glorfindel’s hand planted on Thranduil’s arm, “This is no contest.” The words had him pausing for their weight marking that he would not stand between your family while pursuing honoring his betrothal to you. “Think, they would not have taken the West pass, would they risk South?”

“Many Dwarves pass the borders of Lothlorien, passing Moria is one matter, none would dare risk entering with 14.”

Glorfindel nodded, “We should ride slow, they could not have gone far and that wagon would have left clear tracks.”

Screeches had filled the air putting you all on edge, and it seemed once you had come into view of the Ithildin door that sat wide open across from a dry river bed slowly filling from its source miles North. Out from the open doors however water rushed back again leaving you all curiously washing the glowing watery creatures dashing their way to fill that river bed to the top. A loud echoing roar however had your hand lowering to the hilt of one of your swords in your right boot, “What is that?” You asked looking at Thorin who was growing pale.

Balin whispered out, “Durin’s Bane.”

Another roar and through the gates you saw distant flames, locked in place the Dwarves remained and suddenly a flaming whip was severed by one of your blades and darting off you built up speed to leap and kick off the door frame straight at the chest of the Balrog burying your blade. Cleared fully the empty city echoed of the loud crash of the body crumbling to ash pooling around your legs in your awkward path across it to the group again using your swords to brush a path clear to the doors the others eased shut agreeing totally to keep this amongst yourselves until reinforcements could be gathered to reoccupy the city full time. Continuing on came without question and with a draft of a contract Ori had fashioned from a page out of his journal a second contract would be made to honor your payment for clearing Durin’s Bane from their lost halls.

Half past a marker placing you nearly to the edge of Lothlorien you trekked ahead leaving the wagon and ponies on the solid ground working with the men to try and find a sturdy path since these seemed to be far too wet from a recent flood. “Thirteen Dwarves, a Hobbit and an Elf. Odd party.”

A circle of spears and in the distance watching the Men from Gondor having asked to join in on the rounds in patrolling Rohan’s distant borders for the yearly round of invasions from Goblins out of Moria. A bump into Bilbo and a dropped copper egg one Man just had to open and with pursed lips you sat tapping your fingers to your cheek in thought beside the equally as agitated Dwarves lost as to why you were being taken to Gondor over a thimble case in a caged wagon.

“Just what are those fools up to now?!” Elrond muttered seeing the Men in the distance driving you all in a rolling cage. Agitated beyond belief the Lords split the group with Thranduil sending one to escort your ponies and wagon off to Greenwood through Lothlorien’s borders to ensure their safe delivery not knowing how long this could take.

Thranduil, “These Men will not get away from this easily.”

Glorfindel, “Nor will they hear the end of it from me. Ever.”

Moving to a drier path the Elves rode on in pursuit of the riders just barely remaining in their view. Mental images of your panic and pleas to be released flooded their minds urging them onwards to have you released.

Through the front gates you eyed the white city muttering to Bilbo about the odd layout of the city. A horn however turned your head and with lips parted you watched the Elf Lords furious trailing after your wagon. All the way up to the giant overlook past the white tree you were driven then finally let out into a larger group of armed Men. “You so much as touch me and my husband and fiancé will beat the stupid out of you while my son shoots you,” the words you grit out had the Man trying to grab your arm pause long enough to be pushed past for you to hop down on your own with the equally as agitated Dwarves.

Bilbo, “Just give me back the thimble case!”

“Not a chance Halfling!” A Man barked back.

“Hey! Bilbo Baggins is not half of anything! You obnoxious twit! Now you give me back my thimble case!”

Moving closer the Man got up in your face, “Shout all you like She-Elf, no one here takes orders from you. And this,” he said lifting the case between his fingers, “Goes to our Steward. Great treasure of Gondor this is. Property of our line of Kings, lost for centuries by the doings of some thief!”

To the opening of the doors behind him hooves filled the area with a call that more Elves were coming. “Give me-,”

A Man from the group drew a dagger moving closer with his hand extended to try and grab your hair pulling you from the others only for an arrow to fly off behind your head grazing the back of his hand tugged back to his chest in a pained hiss. “No one lays a hand on my Wife!” Thranduil shouted in Gondorian to the Men who flinched away from you a moment.

“Give me my thimble case!” You grit out again.

“Not happening!” The Man called back again in the approach of a group from inside coming to join you.

Off their steeds the Elves forced their way through the Men circling around you, Bilbo and the Dwarves. Touching Thranduil’s arm you said, “He has my thimble case.”

“I am not returning it! No matter who you lie-,” He shouted back.

Legolas had aimed another arrow at the Man’s head to Thranduil’s glare making him fall silent freeing Bilbo to say, “They can’t have the ring Gandalf hasn’t inspected it yet.”

Elrond looked to Bilbo asking, “Ring? What ring?”

“It bit Bilbo they can’t have it it’s cursed. Give me back my thimble case!” You said weaving through the group. Seeing the Man’s hand tightening around the case you patted Bilbo’s shoulder, “I got a plan.” Closer you moved until you were a step from the Man, “Yo!”

Huffing in a turn away from the group near the bottom of the stairs his scowl deepened readying to verbally spar with you again only to have his feet swept out from under him. Gripping his wrist in your grip it twisted in your flipping him over your back stunning him enough to loosen his grip to drop the egg you grabbed to dart off. It opened in the tussle and in gripping it again the ring eased onto the end of your finger instantly sending you into a blurry world of swirling grey clouds across from a distant red eye. “I see you.” The words had you in a sea of muddled shouts of Men calling out to block the gates while the Elves remained in place fully able to see you as a faint glimmer to their tuned eyes.

Moving closer to where you remembered him you spotted the familiar glow of Thranduil, who remained in place unchanged feeling your hand settling on his arm to move behind him to wrench off the burning ring. Biting your lip to hold in a pained whimper from the clear burn on your skin spiking Glorfindel’s heart rate. Shrilly from distant winged creatures ears were ringing on the Men flinching in the approach of Nazgul, four of them behind the one nearly at the gates already. The ringing in your ears ceased and you heard Elrond shouting, “It must be cast back into the flames from whence it came in Mt Doom!”

“I have a plan,” you repeated to yourself stunning the group who saw you racing off to the overlook charging at the oncoming Nazgul. Open mouthed the Men watched your leap off straight onto the head of the beast you raced across drawing a blade from your boot in your landing crouch used to swiftly behead the Wraith on its back you kicked off sending its shriveling body to the distant city below. Turning around you plopped onto the saddle and took hold of the reigns, “Ok, come on buddy, going up.” Tugging hard the beast flew up avoiding crashing into the building and circled around to swoop again making the younger Dwarves chuckle. “I can’t land, jump on!” You shouted in the next path angled past the building.

All around you the Company leapt on with the Elf Lords on afterwards. All the way to Mordor you flew in mere minutes and in a swipe of your dagger to cut a strip of your hair off you tied the ring to an arrow you drew from your quiver. Fired off it flew awkwardly parting Elrond’s lips knowing the angle was wrong and it would lodge in the wall only to see a second arrow fly and slice through the hair dropping the ring over the lava as Bilbo in front of you turned the beast for you.

“Thorin, which way to Erebor?” You asked shouldering your bow again. His point was slightly corrected by Balin through your turn to glance back and you nodded correcting your path. Their guards rushed back to their steeds guiding the empty steeds with them to follow your path to the gates again. Circling again you watched as Legolas shot the rider on the other passenger wielding flighted beast leaving the creatures alone at your request seeing they were merely following after yours. Steadily the guards kept you in their sights stopping only to rest the horses seeing where you were headed.

Fighting the breeze Thorin called out, “Miss Pear, this plan of yours-,”

“I said I had a plan, I never said it was a smart one.” A loud explosion behind you had you all looking only to hold on at the burst of wind coasting you on along farther in the huge gust of wind from the collapsing city.

Nearly all day you flew until a distant peak came into view and over the lake you aimed the five patting the neck of the beast, “Come on buddy, give me a roar.” Swinging your leg over you said, “This is our stop.” Taking hold of Bilbo terrified out of his mind you said, “Deep breath,” which he followed clenching his eyes at your drop off the back of the creature still flying on ahead. Halfway down the wind shattered screech halted to a loud roar sounding from inside the mountain. Up from the surface of the lake a watery palm rose to cushion your landing and that of your stunned group. Down to the resealing icy top of the lake the hand lowered back into the watery depths while you huddled together watching the onslaught and fury of Smaug facing off against the winged beasts. Each bite of them poisoning the mighty Smaug who fell in that field taking the five with him to their deaths.

Near to tackling you the Dwarves clung to you in a tight group hug and Thorin said, “That deadly, foolish, helplessly thoughtless path of a plan is like none I’ve seen before. Far from smart but brilliant! Allow the beasts to battle each other sparing us all.”

Bofur patted your back as Dwalin exclaimed, “Don’t know how you thought of it this deep ahead.”

“Sure, this was totally the whole plan. Six birds, one stone so to speak.”

Flashing them a quick grin you watched as Gloin eyed the town in the distance gathering from their hiding places. “Best we get a move on to those gates.”

Guiding you all on only to smirk seeing your foot slide out to the side when you tried to walk urging you to lock up and take hold of Dwalin’s shoulders freeing a chuckle from the Dwarf patting your hands saying, “Just you hold on, Miss Pear. Have you on rocky ground in no time.” Joining his kin in walking across the ice, the other Elves smirked as you were sliding behind Dwalin in their easy stroll across with only Bilbo also clinging to Thorin to be among the two not moving on their own across the lake due to the ice and harsh winds.

Already the steeds and your things had arrived in Greenwood days prior and at word of Smaug’s demise supplies were already being delivered to Erebor for you all to finally eat something after traveling so long. Stone found and with cleaning underway Erebor was inching back and celebrations came with the arrival of the Dwarves from the Iron Hills. While they partied you took Bilbo to Greenwood at the Elven invitation for the Feast of Starlight, now in possession of those same glittering gems you had left with Thranduil all those ages ago before dying Thorin handed over without argument upon hearing they were yours. The chest including a necklace to go with the gown made for you glittering all over, more so in the moonlight.

Dances were split and one glass of wine bled to two. A walk in the night breeze with the protective Lord at your side ended paused under a shadowed arch when you leaned in to claim a kiss from him triggering a welcoming melt into the impassioned embrace.

Morning after however had you waking to a nose stroking against your nose, familiar lips however had you breaking through your haze to grin at your King stroking your cheek. “My Darling Starlight, breakfast is nearly finished.”

Closing your eyes you nestled closer to his chest holding you tightly to his chest smiling as you hummed out, “I had such a strange dream.”

Thranduil, “Please do share.”

You could hear the table being set and out of instinct reached up to pull the blanket higher over yourself signaling Thranduil to help you. Glorfindel’s voice had you looking to the table as he asked, “Was I in the dream, Dearest?”

“I-,”

Your voice cracked and Thranduil stroked your cheek pressing a kiss to the other, “Tell us anything.”

Once done Glorfindel came back to the bed, now apparently shirtless, settling down across from the completely naked Thranduil cuddled at your side. “We are both here, listening.” Cupping your cheek to claim a loving kiss then cuddle up against you, “The dream, start from the beginning.”

“Um,”

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