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ihopeinevergetsoberr · 8 months

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At cane’s length

this song owns my heart, and i’ve been thinking about writing something with soft dom vibes for a while sooo. here you go.

cw: viktor x reader, smut, viktor is an unbearable tease, gn reader, gn pronouns for reader

word count: 2k~

art cr: @arcanescribbles. my inspiration for this fic, actually.

*standard ‘eng is not my first language so please don’t be mean to me’ bullshit i put before posting every single one of my fics*

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

Viktor is handsome in a cruel way. In an untouchable, ‘tease all the remaining sanity of you’ one, to be precise.

Cruel.

That short, plain word spins on your tongue, threatening to roll off it any second. You audibly gulp, desperately trying to swallow the harsh adjective, and the longing flows down your throat, leaving you breathless — almost too turned on to think straight whatsoever.

You can’t call him that. Even though he’s not exactly opposed to the idea of being relentlessly cussed out by you. It’s the consequences of your boldness that attract him: after all, he gets to watch you all tied up and needy, doe-eyed as you desperately ask to be touched… And then wide-eyed as you switch to being utterly unfiltered and vulgar, trying anything and everything to make him fuck you tonight. Spending the whatever’s left of your wits on those incoherent mumble-like sentences, pleading mewls mixed with the sounds of your knees scraping on the floor from all the squirming you do. Completely and utterly adorable in this state of raw desire, and it figuratively makes your brain slip out of your ear, replaces it with debauched thoughts, with inability to feel anything except for the lust — so intense, that it’s almost painful.

The ingenious, irritatingly smug man or, as you so kindly dubbed him, ‘kinky bastard’ is seated above you, the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile, legs spread in this tauntingly inviting manner — testing your limits, mocking you deliberately. He knows that you crave to be between those legs, struggling to fit the aching swell of his cock into your mouth, to let it stretch your slick, heavenly warm throat — or even to be split in twain, fucked over his desk like the horny mess you are — desperate, sobbing, charming in the tantrums you throw just for him, begging to be taken care of. Well, not only begging, to be frank. It’s a full-fledged demanding now, which, decidedly, did flatter Viktor, but being a brat never works on him. You have to be good to obtain his mercy. Negotiating, perhaps. Even when your sanity is gone, even when the only thing you can think of is choking on his dick. Those are the unspoken rules of earning Viktor’s touch — the sweet in its unattainability treasure. And you’ve learned it the hard way.

Viktor thinks it’s only fair, since he can’t be rough with you physically. His body might be sore, but his mind? God, you wish it was sore at least once in a while. Yes, he might not be able to frantically pound you into the mattress, but he’s perfectly capable of coming up with new ways to edge you. Which you loved, of course, but fuck would you prefer the first option so much more. But he’s an incorrigible inventor to the bone. Even in the sheets. Well, more precisely, now — in his lab.

The ropes on your wrists are rubbing the skin, keeping your hands tied reliably behind your back. They serve as one of the numerous reminders of this embarrassingly unfair position Viktor had put you in: you can’t move unless he’s kind enough to let you — he’s not restricted in his movements at all, you’re kneeling in front of him with a vulnerable expression — he’s leaning in his chair with a shit-eating grin, legs spread, head thrown back as he looks down at you in a way a master looks at his servant. You’re fully naked — he’s fully clothed. Viktor calls it ‘the perfect balance’. You call it ‘please, just take that damn thing off’. The idyll.

“Viktor, why are you doing this to me?” you mutter, glancing at him with a weak sigh. He quirks an eyebrow, unbothered, divine-looking with those rays of sunlight peeking through his dark hair, forming a figurative nimbus. ‘Like a god,’ you think, and for the briefest of moments your gaze changes from desperate to enamoured. But then you remember that your god refuses to be worshipped. That he would rather watch you suffer, disregarding your every prayer. And so you frown again.

“Funny, you should ask,” he purrs, the thickness of his accent matching the thickness of sexual tension between you. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re supposed to keep your enemies at arm’s length.“

You scoff, ignoring the painful tingling in your knees, the once cold floor beneath you warm and sticky in the places your hot skin touched it.

“I’m no enemy of yours,” you mutter, sounding almost genuinely offended. But Viktor only laughs, mouth open in a silent, amused ‘oh?’. Your only response is a frustrated moan.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, dear,” he demonstratively clutches his cane, the sexy bend of his long fingers so tempting it nearly has you cumming on the floor. “Didn’t you mention hating me earlier?”

Of course you did. How couldn’t you, when you wanted so badly to open wide for him, to bite on the calloused thumb, the undefinable salty, with a mixture of something metallic taste of his skin so familiar you could easily make it out. Oh, and with accuracy sharp enough for its savour to become a phantom sensation on the tip of your tongue. However, the same tactic never worked for his cock. Whenever you tried to imagine him abruptly pushing it inside of you — the craving would just become stronger, more unbearable. Fantasies were never enough. You needed the real thing.

“Not that I care what label you’ve decided to put on me tonight,” he continues, obviously hinting at the ‘kinky bastard’ incident. “A lover or an enemy — you’re staying at arm’s length.”

“More like at cane’s length,” you mock, angry eyes swirling that white tie oh his slender neck, but the rope around your wrists stops you from tugging on it to angrily steal a kiss.

“Cane’s length?” curious, Viktor leans over you in his chair, and for a second you’re deceived, rejoicing at the proximity, but he’s quick to remind you what a fool you are, his unhinged expression turning into an entertained one. “You have quite the brilliant mind, darling. We should probably test that out.”

Your teeth instantly sink into your tongue, instinctively scolding yourself for the inability to watch your mouth. Why, just why would you say that?

“Test that out?” you mumble, as your gaze drops to his shoes, unable to handle the intensity of his amber eyes lancing through your face.

“Exactly,” Viktor confirms, slyly biting his lower lip. “You see,” he utters, as his crutch loudly taps on the floor, causing you to shudder, “I don’t think the distance between us is equal to the length of my cane.”

“You can’t be serious,” you snapped at him, sobbing frustratingly. “Viktor, it was just a metaphor.”

“I’m a scientist, my dear. I don’t do metaphors. I do calculations and proven facts,” he utters, placing the crutch into his lap, and you find yourself shamefully jealous of that stupid stick, wishing terribly it was you resting there instead of it.

Viktor gives the cane an evaluating gaze, as if trying to measure it with his eyes, cruel grin never leaving that sharp, currently reachless for you face.

“So, supposedly,” he clears his throat, hoarse voice unbearably seductive as he pensively looks you up and down, taking in the debauched arch of your back, the redness on your aching knees. “I believe that my cane is around… say, thirty five inches long. And you, my dear,” he grabs the cane by its handle again, pointing at your face, left eye closed as if he’s trying to measure something again, torturing you shamelessly, “are still too close.”

The annoyance is impossible to hold in anymore. It’s a pure torment — incredibly hot in a certain perverted way, if you were to be frank, but god did you hate him with every fibre of your being right now, dreaming of fucking this mocking sass out of him, of teaching him a lesson. Viktor deserved to be ruined purely for the way he keeps those skilled hands to himself right now, denying you the oh so craved pleasure.

“Well, I don’t think I’m close enough to you” a protest escapes your pouted lips, but it appeared to have fallen on deaf ears, just like all of your previous, hopelessly useless pleas.

“Eh, debatable,” he utters casually, driving you even more mad with a playful shake of that insufferably smart head. You bite back an angry ‘tsk’, followed by a pissed-off roll of the furious eyes. Viktor is quick to notice the bratty demeanour.

He’s smooth in his roughness. In testing your patience with the insatiability of his own. Something cold quickly brushes your chin, forcibly tilting your head up again, and you huff at the audacity, eyes snapping open as you realise that he’s coaxing you to look him in the eye with his fucking cane.

“The fuck?” you hiss at the cocky jerk, but the way he holds that crutch to your face disarms you, adds even more arousal to the mixture of intense feelings building up inside of you.

“Language, my dear,” he purrs, eyes sparkling with malicious pride, “we‘re in a respectable place.“

He bares the upper row of his teeth, smiling at his own witty remark, and you can swear to god that never in your life have you wanted to wipe a grin off somebody’s face so badly. With a kiss, preferably. But a fist would work just perfectly fine too.

“Oh please,” you hitch in breath when the same hard edge of the cane slips off your chin to fleetingly press into your neck, but something about the uncertainty of Viktor’s movements tells you that he’s not done with you yet, that there’s more ‘foreplay’ to come. “Your lab is not a church.”

“Oh yeah? Why are you kneeling then?” he teases, poking you with that sharp sarcasm. As if a goddamn crutch against your throat is not humiliating enough already.

“I want to slap you.”

Viktor hums, and the tortuous cane traces the curve of your shoulder, causing your breath to hitch in anticipation, the contrast of the cool material with your hot skin stealing a dreamy gasp from you.

“Slap me?” he murmurs, enjoying the way you suffer for him. Because of him. “Well, too bad I’m that good at tying knots.”

“You’re an awful person.”

“Oh, don’t flatter me like that.”

“No, seriously, why don’t you just allow me to make you feel good?” you practically cry out, arching your hips in a desperate attempt to get closer to him. But the cane is still there, gently dipped into your collarbone to keep you in place.

“You’re already making me feel good,” he whispers, pushing you away, and all you can do is groan, squirming like you’re facing grim death. But considering the current intensity of your overstimulation, that death might actually turn into quite the real one. In the guise of this devilishly handsome tease, which would make it the worst and the best way to go at the same time.

“But I can make you feel even better,” you beg, half-lidded, exhausted and so beautiful in this perverted state of such earnest vulnerability. Just precious. Sacred even, if the situation wasn’t so sinful. “Viktor, please. Aren’t you done torturing me? I could do so much better than just grovel here.”

“Perhaps,” he presumes, but you know him and his undying love for the eye-fucking too well. Hell, he might just adore this humbling staring even more than having actual sex with you. “But I would rather enjoy the exhibition for a little longer.”

You roll your eyes again. A rather dangerous choice of a reaction, because the crutch in his hand abruptly taps on your shoulder, drawing your attention back to his glistening eyes.

“Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll make it two cane’s length,” he threatens, and you bite your lip to suppress a pitiful moan so hard, that your teeth leave two crimson marks on it’s tender flesh.

And that sexy, secretly favourite torture of yours starts all over again.

#viktor smut #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor x gn reader #viktor fanfic #no beta we die like men #arcane smut #viktor arcane x reader #viktor x reader smut #Spotify

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marchiekana · 1 year

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Remember.

Blade x reader

He remembers. Yet at the same time he does not.

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I know very less about blade's lore but i just wanted to write some angst with a mix of fluff.

This is quite short tho

✨ angst, mentions of character death, violence, mentions of his master who was probably jing liu, fluff, soft! Blade (and male wife blade)

REQUESTS are open!

He remembers, your gentle touch on his skin whenever he got hurt while training with his master.

He remembers the way you'd gently scold him for getting hurt and putting himself in trouble.

He remembers your gentle laughter reaching his ears as you talk with him or whenever you feel like laughing. it makes his heart feel fuzzy.

He remembers the way you would whine when you try to cook but only end up making a mess of yourself . In the end he'll have to cook a meal for both of you. Doing so with a small smile on his face.

He remembers how your hair fluttered in the wind, seemingly glowing because of the way the setting sun's light touched you .

He remembers the way your lips feel on his. Soft and full of love, only for him.

He remembers how you played with his long hair and how he'd enjoy it even though he keeps denying it when you ask.

He remembers how you'd hum a little song you heard on the streets while he slowly drifted to sleep on your lap.

He remembers.

He remembers seeing his master strike you down with her blade soon after she realised that you were stricken with mara.

He remembers the way his heart broke into a million pieces as he so desperately searched for your body. Convinced that he could somehow cure you or bring you back to life.

He could remember all these yet.... He couldn't remember your face. He couldn't remember your smile which he for sure new was the brightest. He couldn't remember your little pout or your face flushing whenever he teased you or kissed you.

Every now and then he thinks. If only he was stronger, could he have protected you? Kept you safe from the mara's curse.But it was too late.

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I know this man is an amazing cook. I just know.

He's so aaahhghhsbdncndjsndb i just wanna hold him and squish him jsjdjdjdnsnfjgjfd

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#honkai imagines #honkai star rail blade #blade x reader #blade x you #hsr fluff #hsr angst #honkai star rail

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dead-dove-yandere · 1 month

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I miss Smiley and Laura so much. Mainly Laura, who is a girl who reminds me of fans of pop divas, or the crazy obsessed rich K-pop boys or the most exaggerated fans of Justin Bieber. I don't have much idea what I wanted you to write now, as I would be satisfied with everything

Laura gets obsessed so easily, she certainly would be into Kpop or pop divas and stuff like that as you said lol. I hope this drabble is okay!

TW: Stalking, obsession, unhealthy parasocial relationship

“I don’t really get the appeal.” Laura paused as she overheard her coworkers, lurking behind the kitchen door as she eavesdropped. “It’s just a band, you know? And it’s not like their music is all that unique.” Laura gritted her teeth. She didn’t like where this was heading.

“Yeah, well, that’s the point of those sorts of pop groups. Have a range of pretty boys or cutesy girls to choose who to have a crush on and then convince their adoring fans that their love and appreciation can be bought in the form of an album. Kpop does it, boy bands do it, girl groups do it. It’s just the formula of pop music.” The bakery was empty of customers, a slow day in the middle of the work week, and Laura’s coworkers were leaning against the counter as they chatted. Laura was meant to be taking stock in the fridge, but she was too invested now in listening to what her coworkers had to say about her beloved band. She could feel her face growing hotter as she pursed her lips.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. Whatever sells more records, I guess,” the first coworker agreed. Laura trembled as she fought the urge to butt into the conversation. How dare they be so cynical about your work. She listened to every song religiously, and she knew that what they said couldn’t be true. Those songs had real meaning, and they were so perfectly polished and mastered. She knows you’d never put out a song that was just a cash grab, right?

“The music doesn’t bother me so much. It’s catchy and all. What creeps me out is the way they act around fans, you know?”

“You mean like, pretending to give a crap about them?”

“Yeah, exactly. Forcing smiles at meet and greets, deliberately not looking in any one direction so every fan thinks they’re looking straight at them, saying how much they love all these people they’ve never met. I mean, it’s manipulative.” Laura felt a hot stream of tears pouring down her face as she shook with anger. You’d never do such a thing to her, because you really did love her, and you did look her at her that fateful day at the concert. She knew it was real, it had to be real!

“I guess Laura’s just too naive to realise that it’s all manufactured. Or we’re too cynical.” Both of them chuckled, and Laura stormed off unnoticed, going back to the walk in fridge to continue taking stock. She seethed as she made note of everything, pressing her pencil so hard against the paper that the lead snapped and pinged into a corner, rendering the pencil useless. She groaned in frustration and tried to wipe her tears away with the sleeves of her chef’s jacket. Her stupid coworkers didn’t know anything. She knew you loved her, that you were soulmates. She knew that you wouldn’t just let some marketing team mix up songs for you with no care for it as art. She pulled out her phone and looked at the picture of you she’d slipped into the back of her clear phone case. If only you were here now - everything would be fine. You’d wipe her tears away and probe that you did care. She found a clear spot to lean against, and she let her mind wander, tuning out of reality and her work and daydreaming instead about the one dream she wishes would come true; for you to come into her bakery, immediately smitten with her, and whisk her away from all her problems.

Dividers Credit: See Pinned Post

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k-n-e-o · 16 days

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No good, really bad day|| Heeseung

Requested: hah no

Song: Bad day by Charlotte Sands

Tags: fluff, neutral reader

Warnings: heeseung and the reader share a bath but it’s not at all suggestive just fluff

Summary: after a long hard day, heeseung decides that he’s going to take care of you, pamper you and wash all your worries away.

A|n: flipping hell you guys, I was at a dance competition the whole day 9:00am-7:00pm, every dance somehow magically fell flat despite every single one of us putting everything we had on the stage. I performed three times today but it was like the judge didn’t even see us 🫥

And to top it all off, I was supposed to drive back home tonight, have a nice warm shower, and sleep in my nice comfy bed, but instead my truck decides to leak coolant and I can’t get it fixed just yet and driving the hour and a half home is out of the question, so what do I have to do? Spend money I don’t have on a hotel room, wipe off all of my performance makeup with tissues and water, sleep in my jeans and cry myself to sleep.

SO! This is my comfort fic for the night

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk I’ll take my leave.

Also I’m writing for Enhypen now I guess lol

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You feet feel like they’ve been through a meat grinder and your knees might give out at any moment.

Opening the door to your house, you practically collapse when you reach the couch that heeseung sat playing games on.

“Rough day?” He asked, briefly glancing to you

“You have no idea” you grumble, fingers rubbing your temples trying to ease the throbbing pain in your head. Giving up on your fruitless battle, you drop your head onto heeseungs shoulder, his own head dropping lightly onto yours in comfort.

Softly tears start dripping down your face and onto his shoulder. Just then the sounds of his game stop and he carefully turns to you. You lift your head only a little before he’s carefully pulling you into him and onto his lap. He’s softly caressing your head as he as he asks you about your day.

“That bad huh?” All you do is groan and nuzzle further into him.

“Let me help you relax a little” he draped your legs over his arm and holds onto your back in a bridal carry.

He takes you to your shared room, and then the master bath. Hee sits you on the counter and tells you to just relax while does all it for you. You don’t bother arguing with him, knowing that you don’t have the energy to go up against Heeseung.

He grabs your cleanser and delicately applies it on your face, using his nimble fingers to massage it along your face, removing all the stress and tears of the day. He takes a warm cloth to wash it off and proceeds to follow through with the rest of your routine, taking any moment he can to remind you how much you are loved and how that in this moment nothing matters and your are safe.

He runs a bath, adding in anything extra in order to help you relax. He helps you out of your clothes, he’s careful with you when you wince from the aches and pains of the day and massages anything that feels tight or tense.

Sinking into the bath is like drifting on a cloud, your limbs feel weightless in the warm water. When you close your eyes nothing comes to mind and you sighed the biggest breath of relief. Heeseung slots himself behind you, raising the water level by a smidge.

“Lay down a bit, I’ll wash your hair” you do as instructed and instantly feel his fingers in your hair, massaging your scalp and brushing through the strands. He adds shampoo into the mix and just continues to take care you.

When he’s finished washing your hair, he wraps his arms around your waist and relaxes with you.

“You know I love you right?” You murmur

Heeseung chuckles and leans down to kiss your forehead, “yes sweetheart. I love you too”

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All done hope you enjoyed 💙

#enhypen #enha #enha fluff #heeseung enha #Enhypen heeseung #Enhypen fluff #enha fanfic #Enhypen fanfic #Lee heeseung

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casp1an-sea · 1 month

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I am just Hux atp

HAN IS 29

(no I am not I swear ignore my theme I actually despise him)

Hi my name is Caspian Re (Re pronounced Rey) You can call me either of my first names or alternate! Calling me Caspian Sea is also fine. I also go by Cas for short or if your name is Xen, Luc, or Levi, Casserole is fine 😒

(I love silly nicknames even if they make no sense or calling me the name of a character you associate me with)

I primarily post about Twisted Wonderland, Star Wars, Marvel, and 2000s kids shows like Octonauts

Age: 18

Birthday: 10/13

Gender: Trans masculine/Demi Male but I may just shorten it to Trans (pls only masc terms)

Pronouns: He/Him, Ey/Em/Eir/Eirs/Emself on most days I have no preference but if it’s a day I do I’ll let you know

Sexuality: Bisexual or maybe just straight up Gay (idk I had an existential crisis about men today)

Zodiac: Libra Star, Pieces Moon, Aquarius Rising

Personality type: ENFJ

If you send me an ask or msg pls feel free to mention your pronouns

WE SUPPORT PALESTINE HERE 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

Hotlines to call Incase of emergency

Master List:

Pls check out my OCs, as well as my Octonauts Intern AU, and my fics located in my writing post :)

commissions: Closed

requests: open!

(I’ll do short writings, picrews, and possibly art if I’m in the mood. I’ll totally do my doodle style of you or a character.)

Fandoms, Writing, Moots and Tags, OCs, Comfort Characters, Just a list of Monsters I associate with myself, Moot Trail Mix Recipe, ART, Gender Envy >:(

rp accounts: @robinbanks-accidentally (TWST), @spring-chicken (OC)

Likes: Star Wars, Marvel, Twisted Wonderland, the Life Series SMP, RPs, Random Generators (its an addiction), 2000s Kids shows, Doll customization, folklore, cats, singing, art, musicals, being in musicals, and weird sea creatures especially sharks :)

Dislikes: Sweets, Rey (if you are a Star Wars fan and you like her respectfully pls do not talk to me about her you will get your feeling hurt), Religion (pls do not talk to me about Christianity or Catholicism it makes me uncomfortable), Mean people that disrespect me or my friends, Racists, Homophobes, Transphobes, Ableists, Sexists, etc.

Fun Facts:

I am Left Handed

I am Hungarian and I love talking about my culture or my grandfather’s story if you want to ask

Romantically I am single but I do have a platonic partner, hi XEN 🫶🫶🫶🫶

I’m a Hufflepuff my Petronas is a field mouse and my wand is Willow wood with a Phoenix core

My favorite color is green

My favorite food is Pineapple Teriyaki Burgers or Chinese food

I am going to be a film major

I have two cats named Lilo and Stitch (both girls), and I also have multiple fish and a snail

I take care of crested geckos at school so now I want one I love those little guys

I’m in my schools broadcasting class

I’ve performed in Willy Wonka, Newsies, Little Mermaid, Bye Bye Birdie, Christmas Carol, and Shrek, and played the roles of James, Arista (Ariel’s sister), Young Fiona, and the bird that sings in that one song in Shrek . I’ve also had solos in Try Everything, American Tears, Fields of Gold, an Mo Town Medley

I Did competitive gymnastics for 13 years starting when I was 3, before I retired I was in XL level gold.

I played Violin in elementary school and during Covid in freshman year I played chimes cause that was the choir alternative

I watch lots of weird 1990s to early 2000s sci-fi shows typically from Australia, there’s suprisingly a lot of them

I play Minecraft but I am bad at it lol

I play DND

Where else to find me?

YouTube: @antosaurusrex3752

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/ANTosaurus1357/

My Change.Org petitions:

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communicationthroughlyrics · 9 months

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Master List

18+, Men and Minors DNI- Do not repost works without permission!

WLW, Celebrity Fan-fiction. Heavy use of song lyrics for themes and storylines, and I don't like to write short fics. This is my first fanfic blog in a long time- I appreciate reading everyones comments on my work! Focused on Scarlett Johannson and her characters, Elizabeth Olsen, AJ Cook, Blake Lively, etc.

Bonus points to those who can guess all the lyrics being used :]

Current Series: I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much (ScarJo)

ONGOING

You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet. (Warnings: Smut, Strong Language, Violence, Stalking, Death Threats, Implied Abuse/Sexual Abuse, Flashbacks to War/PTSD)

*More warnings will be added as I write*

Ch. 1 - Are You at One, or do You Lie?

Ch. 2 - We’re Hiding Like a Shadow in the Dark

Ch. 3 - All This Money and This Pain Got Me Heartless

Ch. 4 - Fuck Around and Damn Near Die in it

Ch. 5 - You Pulled Me Under Just to Save Yourself

Ch. 6 - You Blame Me for Everything You Hate

Ch. 7 - Fall Down Before Me, I Want You on Your Knees

Ch. 8 - The Weight That’s Crushing can be Relieved

Ch. 9 - I Have a Growing Fear and You’re Not Helping Me

Ch. 10 - I Pulled Off Your Wings, Then I Laughed

Ch. 11 - Army Green Was No Safe Bet

Ch. 12 - Whisper on a Scream, Doesn't Change a Thing

Ch. 13 - Digging Up the Dirt, You Get to Meet All Sorts

Ch. 14 - I Just Want You to Know Who I Am

Ch. 15 - The Only Thing You Brought Is Psychological Warfare

Ch. 16 - You're Gonna Get What's Coming to You

View the Story Board for this pic HERE

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One Shots, Drabbles and Stuff

S.J. - You Hold Your Hands in the Air, Screaming My Name

S.J. - So Fucked Up, From the Way That You Touch - Pt. 1. Pt. 2.

E.O. - Our Fire When We're Together, Mixed With Paranoid Manners

N.R. - I Got a Secret, So I'ma Drop ‘Em to the Floor (Christmas Fic)

W.M. - Easy to Love (FLUFF)

J. J. - It's Time to Let Her Know What You Need - Pt. 1 Pt.2

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sabrondabrainrot · 2 months

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I forget I can just ramble and rant my thoughts!

I try to focus on sharing just my art but I also do writing and try to have a bit of a critical mind when it comes to media I consume.

Now that it has been a few months since I watched all of TMNT 12 I do have some thoughts and opinions and kind of want to just ramble about it before I forget, in an informal manner.

I at first really liked it, it was the second TMNT show I watched after Rise, now that I've been watching the 87 and 03 shows my opinions on 12 did change just a bit but I still do like it!

Literally all the turtles are my son's now. Especially Leonardo (he's blue coded so-). I just think they're so cute and neat!!!

I'm going to put thoughts to spoiler stuff of 12 so if you plan to watch the show then don't click beyond this point!

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So in the last season of TMNT 12 it kind of feels like all the scrapped ideas or random plots that couldn't be fit into the prior seasons were put in this one? I really like the new op it gives of Cowboy Bebop vibes. The op song change is really nice to because I never really looked the tmnt 12 op song before.

However, the plots feel all over the place? There's a mini ark where they're jumping through time meeting Halloween monsters and then another ark where Mikey defeats Satan? Then we get another really tiring ark that's this implied alternate madmax fury road parody that is honestly so depressing? Donnie is just dead.

Which btw, the show likes killing ppl off for dramatic effect. They killed Master Splinter three times and had Mikey and Donnie get scattered to atoms on two separate occasions. I should also mention Leo was in a coma for 3 months with no IV or anything and he woke up relatively fine.

Anyways, going into the last season and stuff leading up to it... They kind of ended with the 87 turtles and the 12 boys finding new passion and inspiration from teaching the 87 boys. I didn't really vibe with it because it just made the 87s the butt of the joke and made them out to be incompetent silly little guys.

They ARE silly little guys but the thing is they're not incompetent. The 87 boys have done some insanely incredible things even when unarmed. Especially when unarmed. I actually think the angle of finding a new way to help people as a means to end the series on an inspired note is fine, the 87 boys even carried on the will and told Bebop and Rocksteady they can be more than Shredder's mutant henchmen. It is very cute and wholesome. I just think they could have maybe done it differently?

Why not set up for them to teach Chi arts? The turtles of 87 don't have any mystical abilities and it would have been interesting to do a set up like that? There are ways to write the finale without just dumping on the original source.

Focusing back on the ending of 12, we also leave on a seriously alarming note. It's just a big mixed bag. After Master Splinter went to run on the hamster wheel in the sky, Leonardo was handed the reigns of the family. He was told "You're the teacher now Leonardo. You're the father. Look after your brothers" and Splinter then willingly walked into his own death. I think the writers maybe thought this was amazing and inspirational or something but I found it incredibly messed up? We start tmnt 12 on all 4 boys birthday. Meaning Splinter himself considers them all to be the same age. And since the series was running they haven't on screen celebrated a birthday and from the implied weather changes most of the seasons 1-4 seem to take place over just a year??? We don't get a definitive timeline (or I'm a bad audience and didn't notice).

So one can only assume Master Splinter was telling his...15 year old son to be the father to his other 15 year old children.

Why do I bring this up at all? After Leonardo takes over the family and he KILLS shredder they go into this rushed cult demon resurrection arc that culminates in the classic dead walk the earth and Mikey defeats Satan. In this arc we meet a ghost splinter who does not even go to see his kids, he just helps Casey and April. But throughout and the lead up to this we have moments of Leo having conversations with what we can perceive as Sensei's ghost in the dojo.

But the climax of the arc cements splinters ghost has not once visited his son's.

So Leonardo is quite literally having full on conversations, in the dojo for his brothers to hear, with a hallucination of his dead dad. He's coping this way. His family does nothing about this.

Tmnt 2012 has the worst Splinter. He ignored his son's and chose favorites. He told Leonardo to die (season 1 finale). He calls Mikey dumb and insights the others to do it too. He told Raph his anger makes him exactly like Shredder and never elaborates or teaches him how to better work through his issues. And he straight up calls Donnie useless.

None of that is even an exaggeration. Adding context just makes it worse.

Here's a list:

Do you know the turtles are the equivalent of helicopter raised homeschool boys? They've never stepped foot outside of the lair except at the start of ep 1.

They learn ALL of their lessons from old shows and cartoons. The show writers even sometimes use the cartoons to set up the theme of the episodes!

When Leonardo rescues Mikey he pats him on the head to comfort him.

Literally almost all of their ninja weapons have hidden weapons. I love it I wish I saw more of them using them.

Michelangelo is the family chef because somehow none of the rest have any life skills. Not even Splinter (explains so much).

They all have such cute shape language. I love bean pole Donnie, blocky buff Raph, perfect pear Leo, and round freckled Mikey.

They also now have unique eye colors. I love their eyes. Donnie with his big beautiful brown eyes (sometimes they look red). Raph with his acid green stare into your soul eyes, they look like they would glow like mako eyes in ff7. Mikey with bright blue eyes all big and round. And then Leo with the cunning dark blue eyes!

I just want to pinch their cheeks and kiss their foreheads and give them hugs.

Also, Leo is so affectionate to kids and his brothers??? My heart??? Couldn't take it??? He just randomly hugs them?? He had a tea party??? He wore a pink feather boa? The way he just immediately held baby Miwa??? Too good. Too good. He's such a good big bro.

Raph is also such a soft guy. Like yes he's a Butthead that beats up his brothers and takes every single violent urge out on Leo when he's even minorly inconvenienced but he does learn to do better. He helps Leo a lot and he even is there for the others a lot too.

Raphael also does art and seems to like fine arts.

Raph, like Leo, is a resident baby man. He loved tiny helpless creatures. He had a pet turtle he loved with his entire being and then later on adopted a space alien baby turtle that he also loved with his entire being.

I love Donnie in this, his cute little tooth gap, his gentle demeanor, the fact he'd rather be in the lab than training. I feel bad for him tho cause he clearly wants Splinter and Leo's approval with his inventions and efforts but very rarely gets it (Leo is the only one to really praise him and get what he does). He's also a good team player but he has so much stress and no confidence.

Donnie needs a big ol hug.

Mikey is so cute. But he is so weird. Why did they write girly pop collecting underwear. Why did they have him cannibalize a mutant pizza man? They do the most random things with Mikey. I like that he avidly tries cheering ppl up. He tries so hard for his bros. He's just a sweet little guy. I wish they did more with the baby bro.

Mikey should have kept his lightning powers.

They fight a lot but all the brothers love each other. I think they're just stressed and cooped up too much.

I like drama tho it's juicy when they argue.

I read on the wiki that Donnie is supposed to be canon OCD and Mikey canon ADHD and it makes so much sense in the show.

I really like all their voices. I miss Leo's first voice he was so dorky and sweet. The new voice is all sad and serious. Raph sounds perfect. I like Donnie's voice but instead of him always yelling why not have him do the low angry science rant because that's a good time. I like Mikey's voice he sounds like a high pitched beast boy.

But despite the occasionally baffling writing choices of the show I still like it. It's entertaining in the same way as a telenovela or kdrama. They literally have a plot where one of the turtles falls in love with his secret half sister. Something I've seen in telenovelas and kdramas.

2012 tmnt makes a great dogblooded drama.

I think the CGI art can get pretty bad at times but other times it looks great. The music is pretty good and I really like the voice cast. I actually totally see why so many people like this show but I definitely don't think it's the best one. From what I've seen thus far, I think the 2003 TMNT show might actually be a masterpiece. Better than Avatar the Last Airbender levels of masterpiece (not a competition just giving an example of another show I find monumental).

That's it, that's the rant, thanks for reading!

Btw if any one has any good 12 fic recs pls hand them over. I need 12 hurt comfort, or fem Leo, or transfem Leo, or anything introspective, or just anything with a fun plot. Pls I'm dying here send fics.

Thank you :)

#brainrot #teenage mutant ninja turtles #cartoon #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #12 leo #12 raph #12 mikey #12 donnie #rant #thoughts #these are my opinions #I really like tmnt #i can't stop thinking about tmnt #maybe a bit introspection #rambles #headcanons #i love them your honor

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666writingcafe · 4 months

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Barbatos' Birthday Surprise (Part Three)

"Hello, MC." Barbatos is standing over the kitchen sink, scrubbing away at a metal mixing bowl. "You just missed Luke. He's on his way back to Purgatory Hall if you wanted to see him."

"Diavolo told me he was learning a new recipe from you," I reply as I hoist myself up on one of the nearby counters. From what I've been told, I'm the only person he doesn't scold for doing that sort of thing.

"It's a rather old pastry recipe I discovered as I was tidying up. I don't remember where it came from, but the instructions were fairly easy for him to follow, and it turned out decent."

"Did he make them too sweet?" Barbatos playfully sighs.

"Even after all this time, he still is a bit heavy-handed." He rinses the mixing bowl and sets it in a dish drainer before drying his hands with a dish towel and turning to face me. His eyes briefly glance at the envelope in my hands. "Is that something I need to deliver to the Young Master?"

"Actually, it's for you," I answer, extending the envelope out to him so that he can take it.

"Is this a professional matter or a personal one?" I smile at him mischievously.

"Just take a look inside." Arching an eyebrow with an amused look, he glances inside the envelope and pulls out the concert tickets. He appears to freeze once he sees the name on the ticket, and he doesn't say anything for a rather long moment.

"Breathe," I tell him, sensing that he's been stunned into silence.

"Please tell me you didn't spend all your Grimm on these." His voice is soft, almost a whisper.

"I didn't. I won them. One of the radio stations had a contest, and I figured we could go to the concert together. I've really enjoyed listening to Devildom metal with you."

"MC..." He trails off as he sets the envelope and tickets down and takes a deep breath. "Severa isn't just any metal band. For one, they're arguably the most popular one in the Devildom at the moment, but there's a lot more to them than just their commercial success." He briefly pauses again. "Do you have to be anywhere anytime soon?"

"I don't believe so. Why?"

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"The first thing you need to know about Severa is that the members are writers first and musicians second." We're currently in the castle's music room. I'm sitting on the couch, looking at the thick stack of vinyls sitting on the coffee table, while Barbatos stands in front of me like he's a professor. "Their entire discography is one continuous story, and each record represents a chapter of that story."

"What chapter are they currently on?"

"Thirty-four," Barbatos answers. "They plan on ending this particular story after forty chapters, but they want to continue writing afterwards. They're just not sure whether their next story will take place in the same literary universe or if they want to create something entirely different."

"Kind of like King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard."

"From my understanding, theirs is either accidental or a product of fan speculation. Severa's worldbuilding is intentional, and each of the members put a lot of time and care into ensuring that everything they create helps progress the story along. Unlike your human world band, they're not releasing these albums in quick succession, even by Devildom standards. Some of the records have a few hundred years separating them." That is an incredibly long time between albums. However, if that time is devoted to making something cohesive, then it's time well spent. I'm sure they wouldn't want to drive fans away by releasing a rushed record.

"Is it safe to assume that each tour only covers the current chapter that they're on?" I ask. "Like, for this particular tour, they wouldn't go back to the first chapter and recount everything that happened, right?"

"For the most part, you are correct. The first few songs on their setlists are from earlier records so that newer fans can follow along without becoming completely confused, but the rest of the concert is devoted to the current chapter from beginning to end."

"How long have you been listening to Severa's story?"

"From the very beginning." He picks up the record on top and sits down next to me on the couch. "This is their EP Lake Despair. The four songs on here introduce the four main characters of this story: Thiren, Baziel, Cassandra, and Renette. Thiren is a demon, Baziel an angel, Renette an immortal sorceress, and Cassandra an ordinary human. Thiren, Baziel, and Renette have known each other for thousands of years, and they work together to ensure harmony between the three realms.

"One day, the three of them are hanging out in a human world cafe when a fiery ball crashes into a nearby building and causes it to explode. This building happens to be where Cassandra works, and she was just returning from her lunch break when the explosion occurred. Then, a tall, cloaked figure comes out of thin air and starts attacking Cassandra with magic. Of course, the other three help defend Cassandra from these attacks, and the cloaked figure eventually backs off and vanishes, but not before warning Cassandra that she will pay for her crimes."

"What crimes?"

"That's what they're trying to figure out. Cassandra doesn't have a criminal record in any of the three realms, nor does she remember doing anything to provoke someone to that degree." Barbatos pauses. "These albums explore that mystery, and in order to avoid spoiling the story for you, I think it's best that you hear it for yourself. Of course, I will be more than happy to answer any questions you have along the way."

"You're wanting to start now, aren't you?" Barbatos nods his head. "If that's the case, then I need to let Lucifer know that I'll be sleeping over here for a bit. I have a feeling this is going to take a while, and I don't want him to worry."

"Completely understandable. And practical. While he knows of the lore, he wouldn't be able to explain it very well."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me lord diavolo

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luminecent-sky · 1 year

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Valentines from behind the screen❤️

Ft. Al Haitham

A/n yes i am writing this at 11:31am my heart attack mix will keep me awake enough to write. All this is nothing but fluff guys.

》 Al Haitham — The Grand Sage

Having started this day like any other, he expected the usual routine that their player would go through. Doing commissions, resin burning, farming and whatever would be thrown at them. Though being put on a new team with Lady Kamisato and Master Diluc was unexpected. He greeted them and prepared himself for what their player had planned to do for the day.

"Alright comissions are done, resin? burned, hotel? Trivago." Hearing these sort of phrases was still admittedly.... weird to him, but whatever kept their player in high spirits. Suddenly his other teammates disappeared and he was teleported to the teapot manors library? Did it even have one before, he didn't know."Hmm? What's all this for, more adeptal energy?"

"Took me hours to get the right setup and furnishing so this better look right." They huffed while they playing some calm music, sitting him down near one of the large bookshelves. Letting him pick out a book to read, and some snacks. "Oh i forgot, A belated Happy Birthday Al Haitham."

His heart beat sped up, a pink blush dusted his cheeks when he heard it. "I can't really give you a gift right now so this was the next best thing." The worry in their voice was clear, placing down the book and looking up at them he spoke clearly.

"It’s quite alright, getting a rest from my duties as the Acting Grand Sage and from those tiring batles is enough. I truly appreciate this." Hoping that the message was clear he picked the book up again and continued reading. A plate of lotus flower crisps appear on the table beside him and the player speaks again, and the music changes to soft romance songs he's been hearing them play for the past few days now.

"Happy Valentines day too, i wanted to do more but the game doesn't really have any chocolates i could give, you know?" They laugh slightly and he lets himself enjoy this moment, silently thankful that he's the only team member currently.

"Happy Valentines, to you aswell. Would you like me to read outloud for you?"

@meimeimeirin

This was all i could make with my sleep deprived brain. HAPPY VALENTINES EVERYBODYYYYYY!!!

Tagging:

#writings from the cosmos: genshin #genshin impact #sagau #al haitham #al haitham x reader

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moononmyfloor · 27 days

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In the 1st Quarter of 2024 Cdramaland...

1. The Hope

Nothing can be better than a Zhang Ruoyun drama to start the year with. One of the best High School shows I've seen in the recent years, it had an amazing balance of explosive emotions of youth and jaded realism. It would appeal to viewers of all age ranges and I felt so so much nostalgia and relatability from beginning to the end. It was funny, it was smart, it was beautifully acted down to every minor role. (I pretend that last 30 minutes didn't happen, though)

2. Wang Qiang (as Li Ran from The Hope), Zheng Hehuizi as Yang Caiwei from In Blossom)

LOOK at that babie😭🥺. Don't you want to pinch his cheeks? One of the most darling characters I had pleasure of watching recently, I wish a bright, bright future career for Wang Qiang. He portrayed the classic outwardly-prickly, marshmallow-inside teenager archetype with amazing nuance.

And Yang Caiwei oh Yang Caiwei.... as one of the shows and characters that created quite the buzz recently, I don't have anything more to add to the discussion. I can only say: lady, thank you for taking up a role that is FINALLY convincingly scarred, unkempt, dirty and not strikingly goddess-y from the first glance, and playing her with such gusto the true, genuine beauty of the character was drawn out with no external effort at all.

3. The Hope

This drama utilized music so beautifully than 99% idol romance dramas ever would. Atmospheric music that elevated the scenes with lyrics that fit, not to mention writing three whole songs to be FULLY performed in-drama for character purposes. It felt like a musical at times. Talk about dedication.

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4. Pan Yue's, from In Blossom, Legend of Shen Li (Only few)

I mean

How many costume drama wardrobes can top these embroidery and visibly high quality fabric? Not to mention they actually look wearable in daily life, and not just ornate for "main character's costumes" reasons. They are actually quite simple, if you think a bit- but immensely tasteful. AND

My FAVORITE thing about not just his, but all costumes in this show that I've rarely seen other dramas do is: They repeated the costumes! Many times! Almost all of them! And that added so much to the groundedness of the character. Rich young master having a runway-worthy wardrobe? Nothing new. Him wearing them again and again because that's what a normal, reasonable person does? I'm sold.

I loved the plain but in an elegant and carefree way styling of the two leads of Shen Li whenever they were having recluse times. *This* is exactly how I imagine immortals too- just vibing and not decked in gold from head-to-toe because they are simply beyond it. Whenever the show changed to the typical bejewelled guzhuang garb in heaven scenes, it immeadietely visually reduced the show to just another xianxia. First Till the End of the Moon and now this😭. Guys, pick a consistent style and rock it proudly! A signature look is very important especially if you are aiming to create an impactful all-powerful character! I see no reason the gods couldn't do all the grand court and fight scenes in these robes either, honestly that would've served drive home the nail that the gods function on a different wavelength than humans.

(Also Wtf was even that Shen Li in a Greek goddess like getup? [last image] Not that it's not pretty BUT *waves hands around helplessly..)

5. In Blossom, Legend of Shen Li, The Hope, Baking Challenge

In Blossom posters had a perfect balance of traditional Chinese ethereal elegance mixed with gothic horror mystery vibes.

I LOVED the "how I imagine the peaceful cottagecore fairytale like life of my great-grandparents" vibe of Shen Li posters. It's giving lore.

Really liked the "hooligan teens on retro album cover" aesthetic of The Hope posters too.

The whimsical food posters of Baking Challenge were also fun.

6. Detective Chinatown 2

I didn't even know a Detective Chinatown S2 was even coming like...until it did and it was like a second new year because I LOVED that show and it was the most unexpected pleasant surprise of the year- especially when almost all the main cast members were returning. And the first few eps were amazing too and didn't do a disservice at all to the previous season and I got my hopes up thinking we'll get to see a continuation of the Roy Chiu-Janine Chang arc too... only for the show to pull the rug and did the exact same thing as the previous season- the main character withdrew from the story by midpoint. Oh my gods. I want to find this show's creators and give them a good shake. Have some Janine jiejie pics from first season though just for the nostalgia's sake.

7. Baking Challenge

If you aren't deterred by barely-legible machine subs, give this one a try. It's a fun little food drama that doesn't take itself seriously yet has a lot of heart. And for The Untamed fans, there's our Lan Sizhui (Zheng Fanxing) in it, and he's still the same cutie pie!

8. Pegasus

I watched five episodes, it's a solid show, fun too, it's just that I'm not very into racing AND Hu Xianxu is still a baby in my head😭😂 To convince me that he's a rich CEO with his own romance and adult problems will take at least 20 more years!

I see him parading like this and couldn't help but want to laugh hysterically lol. IT'S NOT HIS FAULT. He's an amazing actor! But still..

I hope he doesn't try to force-rush his shift to adult characters, either.

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#The Hope #In Blossom #Detective Chinatown 2 #Pegasus #Baking Challenge #Youtube #legend of shenli #legend of shen li #dragon zakura

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crystallizedkingdoms · 1 month

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The Lonely Journal-Keeper

Johann has to put away his fear of being forgotten to do what’s best for the world. He thinks he can do it. He thinks it will make it easier. But it does not.

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The Birds in this fic: Sloane & Ash (Twins), Ren (Lover), Kravitz (Protector), Avi (Peacemaker), Brian (Wordless One)

day 5 of @johann-appreciation-week! you can also read this on ao3. and thank you to @avijohann for the art!

Johann clutches his chronicled scrolls tight.

There is a pit in his stomach as he rereads the music on these scrolls he penned during their travels under Fisher’s light. He goes over them, over and over and over again, making sure every single story embedded in his music is correct and that his redaction is thorough. His regular journals, notably less packed and loved as his musical compositions, are scattered around his body on the floor. Johann knows that whatever is written and redacted in those journals is correct in their details. It is his music that needs to be checked.

It’s his music that he needs to be forgotten most thoroughly.

He had been recruited into the Starblaster’s mission precisely because his music holds stories in such a way that most writing cannot compete with. The compositions, all deeply interwoven with each other, hold a century of memories that could only be contained through a master’s song. It is all here; every snarky comment Sloane and Kravitz hurled at each other; every bet Ash won when they arm wrestled with Brian; every dish Ren made; hell, even every kiss Avi gave Johann. All of it is scratched onto time-sick parchment that Johann has held so dear to his heart, hoping one day, it will be heard in a time of peace.

And Johann’s the one destroying it.

Why? Why him? The day before he settled with this decision, he watched the single sun dip below the horizon and wondered, Why do I have to do this? He knows his answer, he sees it in the reports of what their horrid weapons of destruction have done to this world. Yet, he still asks. He still carves into his heart for a satisfying answer. Why me alone?

Johann shuts down this questioning when he reaches the later parts of his compositions. Not the time. I’ve already made up my mind, he asserts himself. It would be a lie to say that he has internalized it. In fact, his heart is pounding in his chest with every note he scans and each bar he passes through as he nears the end he set.

It doesn’t help that Fisher is… there. Well, of course it is there. It has to be. When all is said and done, and everything Johann has worked on has disappeared, it will all be thanks to Fisher. That’s the only way this will work. There is no other plan. But when Johann looks up at it and stares at its long, glittering tentacles that swirl with the galaxy in its giant bell, Johann is left with a strange mix of awe and fear.

It wasn’t always like that. Johann tasked himself as the primary caregiver of Fisher when they took it from its dying planet. He cared for it, feeding it scraps of his unrelated songs and watching the smile on the crew’s faces when Fisher would eventually send the song back out. He cleaned its tank and watched it play with little toys Johann found throughout their worlds. He would even play his music in front of its tank to allow it to enjoy the performance without eating, and in turn it danced with him. He loved Fisher, loved that they shared the same language: music unfiltered.

But then that cycle, Fisher eating a little love song Johann wrote, and not letting it out…

Johann cringes underneath the twinkling light of Fisher even now. Those days of feeding it his music are over now, when it became evident that, for whatever reason, it simply would not release anything again. When he realized it at the time, it planted a single small seed that dug its roots into Johann’s mind so deep that it only grew over time: What would happen to me if it took all of my music?

To be erased, scrubbed from every person and every plane except for the undead, felt like a fate worse than death.

And here you are fucking doing it to your friends’s whole lives not just their work you’re erasing their lives you’re ruining them you’re sick you’re fucking horrific you—

Johann hisses and scrapes up his whole life into his arms. His thoughts clamour together in his brain, some tiny scrap of a conscious bringing up every single thing he loved in hopes to stop it. Sloane, Kravitz, Ash, Ren, Brian, Avi (Johann bites so hard into his lip when he thinks of him), all their journey and the relationships they’ve forged… all in his arms. All in his creation.

Fisher’s light casts a shadow behind Johann as he looks up at the tank’s open top. Well, he attempts to stop every other thought outside of his head, it’s now or never.

The tank is not huge. There are some steps that were added in the early cycles when Fisher had started to grow too big, but it isn’t as towering as it would later be. Just some steps, then a simple drop. It’s so easy, Johann realizes. How can this be so easy? How did we allow this to be unchecked? There should be a puzzle, a trap, an alarm, something, anything to stop me, please stop me…

Johann throws himself onto the steps. His foot finds the very first one and he has to drag the other one onto the next. Parchment paper and journal leather are all bunched up in his arms and he holds them so tight. There aren’t many steps, it really isn’t a staircase. It’s a glorified step stool. Yet, Johann’s body drags, and it aches with each movement. A hundred years of memories hang on Johann’s shoulders and by the time he has made it high enough to the rim of the tank, exhaustion seeps into his body.

Against his better judgment, Johann peers into the tank water from above. Fisher’s vast swirling galaxies glitter brighter than the view from outside the tank. It’s gorgeous, Johann remarks. So vast, so beautiful, so inviting. If Johann slips, if somehow it could make him disappear—

Oh, what’s the use? Something must be done. Lives must be saved.

Johann drops his life into Fisher’s tank. He watches as they float at the top of the water and suck up the water and start blotting the ink. Fisher, curious as ever, reaches up towards the parchment and journals. It’s hungry, he notices right away. It reaches up so quickly and so desperately. A giant meal composed of masterpieces after years of being deprived of his music. It pulls some scrolls down to its galactic mouth and, knowingly or unknowingly Johann can’t quite tell, devours their memories.

No going back, Johann realizes. I’m alone. I’m forgotten.

The descent down those steps is short. Johann does not throw himself down nor does he trip or collapse into his knees in front of Fisher. He stands in front of the tank and watches as his dear friend tears into their lives. Every parchment it eats, it doesn’t spit back out. There is pain in Johann’s chest as he stares at the feast he has provided, but he cannot bear to look away. What right does he have to look away from his own actions? Johann is many things, but he is not a coward.

It is quiet. Johann’s not sure what he expected; screams, wailing, glass breaking, anything that indicated his crew is really undergoing such a horrific experience. But this room is pretty soundproof, Ash made sure of that when they were improving the interior of the Starblaster. A good place you can practice without waking up the whole plane, they would laugh in his face. Now, Johann cannot hear their laughter or their screams from within this room. He’s not sure if that is for the better or for worse.

They should all be distracted. He made sure they were all busy before doing this. Sloane and Ren were triangulating Ash’s whereabouts after their sudden disappearance. Kravitz and Brian were playing some card game that he knew could keep their attention for long enough. Avi was working on some new metalworking project— some hobby he picked up over the century of their journey— though he refused to let Johann know what he was making. Johann can only hope it is something big enough to keep his attention for long enough.

Johann only has so much time.

Minutes pass by. He counts the measures of time through the bubbling in the tank and the splashes of the water as Fisher grabs more parchment. It gorges on the information, not with tooth or claw or anything you would expect from a monster capable of such destruction. Its tentacles are soft and gentle, its mouth indistinguishable. It eats like it has all the time in the world. It might as well have just that. Johann holds his breath and counts the time.

What were his friends doing? Johann wonders about it, but he dares not break this moment of solitude. He cannot bear to witness it in front of him. His mind fills in the gaps, cruel and creative as it has been all his life.

Maybe Sloane, the one who has supported you in your darkest moments, is crying out for her twin’s name as it slips from her lips. Ren, who always watched you perform your music, would reach for her rod and forget what she was doing in the middle of the action. Kravitz and Brian, close friends who taught you the most wonderful lessons on magic and music, drop their cards as they reach for their head, clawing at memories that are just out of your reach. Avi—

Johann gets lost in the time he knows he’s losing. His eyes fixate on those stars and nebulae and his thoughts wander once again and think about falling inside of it. So lost he doesn’t hear the footsteps or the gentle humming approaching his room. He takes too long to notice the jiggling of the doorknob behind him, and fuck, he turns around and—

Avi stands at the doorway with wide eyes and a clenched fist.

Johann has tears in his eyes and he does not know when they got there. He watches as Avi’s eyes zero in on the parchment and journals in Fisher’s grasp, then immediately gloss over with a glassy film. No, no, why now, why in front of me? Johann realizes with terror. “Avi, fuck, no… You shouldn’t have seen this, shit, no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I…”

Avi stands dazed, blinking hard and fast. He walks past the doorway and the door swings mostly closed, but it is still cracked open. He looks around the room, but his eyes struggle to focus on anything. It’s starting to static out, Johann thinks. It makes him shiver. “What are you… Johann, why am I…?” Avi tries to ask, but his words fall short. His words are being ripped away. Right in front of him.

Johann hurries over to Avi. His breathing is hard and fast. His hands reach to grip Avi’s arms so tight, and Avi clenches his closed fist even harder. “Come on, baby,” Johann whimpers, “you’re going to be okay. Please, Avi, it’ll just be for a little bit. Not even a year. I’m going to fix everything, okay? This world won’t hurt anymore. And you’ll be happy, I-I have such a nice place for you in the meantime. You’ll be so happy there. It’s the nice place in the north we’ve always dreamed of. And when I’m ready, I’ll make you remember. You’ll remember. I promise.”

As Johann stumbles over his words and whispers his promises, he watches Avi get more and more frantic. He brings him towards the wall of the room and pushes him against it for support. Immediately, Avi tenses. “No, no,” he says. His voice is breathy and terrified. He shakes his head and presses his body against the wall. Hard. “Where am I? Get off of me.”

“Sit down, baby, please. You’re going to hurt yourself,” Johann pleads. He feels Avi’s knees buckle beneath them and grips his arms even tighter. He helps Avi slide down the wall. Avi sits down, and Johann kneels in front of him. “There. There. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. I love you, Avi.” All the while, Avi stares at Johann and a few tears fall down his face. He brings his fist close to his chest. Like he didn’t trust Johann.

A pause. Heavy breathing. Then, a question.

“Who are you?”

Johann keens. Everything he has ever feared to happen, much less witness, is happening in his arms. His cry is piercing, filling the staticked-out halls of the Starblaster. “I love you, Avi!” he screams to no one. “I love all of you. I’m going to fix it! It’ll all be over soon, I promise, I, I—” Johann’s cries try to stabilize into deep breaths, but it all collapses when he looks back at Avi’s terrified, wide eyes. He throws himself over Avi’s body and devolves, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so sorry—”

And then it all goes quiet.

—

(Avi’s clenched fist loosens when he finally slumps over. Johann’s fingers shakily open Avi’s hand up.

A metal ring engraved with intricate details rests in his palm. A rune with four equilateral triangles, two pairs stacked on top of each other, facing each other and touching point-to-point is carved on the head. It is beautiful.

Johann closes his eyes, clutches it to his chest, and weeps.)

#taz #taz balance #johann appreciation week #taz johann #taz avi #johavi #my writing #SORRY I POSTED THIS LATE UM. I FORGOR.

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terry-perry · 10 months

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Can I request either a Dad!Miguel O’Hara or Dad!Moon Knight where they’re singing luna de xelajú with their partner (the reader) and/or their daughter? thank you and I love your writing ❤️

Love this song!

Italicized lyrics - Marcy singing

Bold lyrics - Jake singing

Bold and italicized lyrics - Both singing

You woke up later than intended. It had been a long night as you had done plenty of online work until 2 in the morning. You wanted to spend a good chunk of hours not looking at a screen. Now that some of those hours were spent sleeping, it was time for food. Before that, however, you reached over to your husband's side of the bed. Unfortunately, it was empty.

"Aww," you whined softly. You must've slept longer than intended.

You slowly lifted your head off the pillow to listen for an idea of where he could be. The sound you were met with was unexpected as you heard two guitars strumming in melody.

They were at it again, you realized with a smile.

You slipped out of bed and made your way out of the bedroom. The music grew louder as you walked down the hall. You could hear Marcy's soft singing, almost like she was whispering. She had such a lovely voice. You and your husband wished she showed it off more.

You hoped these little sessions would do just the thing to help her come out of her shell, at least a little.

You entered the kitchen and, sure enough, your husband and daughter were seated at the table, continuing to play and sing together.

"Luna de Xelajú que supistes alumbrar,"

Marcy was getting better with her Spanish. You had Jake to thank for mastering the language. He was the side of your husband who spoke it, and he found the best way to teach her. He fueled his lessons with her love for music and taught her about songs he thought she'd enjoy.

The song they were currently playing together came with a sad love story involving a romance forced to end. The singer could only plead to the moon and wish for their love to return somehow. It was beautiful and tragic. Marcy loved it right away.

"En mis noches de pena por una morena de dulce mirar,"

"Luna de Xelajú me diste inspiración,"

"La canción que hoy te canto regada con llanto de mi corazón,"

Through Jake, she was able to discover a wide variety of music by Latin artists. He also showed her how to properly perform their songs by pronouncing them in a proper accent. He told her about the importance of rolling her rs and the tilde, among other things that made her sound almost like a native Spanish speaker.

"En mi vida no habrá, más cariño que tu mi amor,"

He never had doubts about her picking up the language. Not only was it in her blood but he knew once she put her mind to something, nothing could stop her from achieving her goals. He saw that in the way she mastered the guitar in only a few months and then added singing to the mix. It was just the confidence she needed a little more work on.

"Luna que me alumbro en mis noches de amor,"

You leaned against the archway and enjoyed the last few moments of the song with a soft smile. No matter what side of your husband was interacting with your daughter, they were always such a great source of strength and comfort to you as you were to them. Each special bond was hard to replicate. You were just happy Marcy could have one with each of them.

"Hoy consuelas la pena,"

"Por una morena que me abandono."

You gave a little applause for their performance. They, at last, acknowledged your presence by grinning at you in appreciation before Marcy turned back to Jake.

"¿Cómo estaba ese papi?" She casually asked her father how she did after the song was finished.

Jake chuckled warmly and leaned over to kiss the top of her head.

"Mucho mejor mi luna. ¡Bien hecho!"

#jake lockley #x reader #dad!jake lockley #mom!reader #moon knight #child oc #marcy spector #jake lockely imagine #jake lockely x you #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu au #request #imagine #mcu fanfiction #oneshot #drabble #jake lockely x reader

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writing-for-life · 8 months

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Sandman Stuff Master Post and Intro (under the cut)

I had to finally organise this, so here come the links and tags to all my stuff.

I love getting asks about all of the below, so see this as an encouragement to slide into my inbox…

Sandman Meta-Analysis (for a slightly less chaotic take, I have also grouped them into literary/conceptual/psychological, musical and art for you)

Sandman Fics (m/f and f/f, both OC and canon pairings) & Poems

Sandman Art (grouped into my own (not much because… hang-ups and lack of time) and that of others, with a separate tag for official Sandman artists).

Sandman March Mania was an event we specifically ran for the comics art lovers, so check it out

Sparkle Content Curation (a not-quite-serious collection of Dream/Morpheus thirst-trap fan-art and unhinged posts). Please also peruse the tags #contraceptive sparkles, #glitter herpes and #murphy and his cool hat if this hell-site has left you in a state of being desperate for laughs

On that note: I’m also Dream’s Therapist. I think we all agree he needs one.

Personal Intro (who am I, and what am I up to when I don’t waste time on Tumblr) under the cut

Want to know who I am? Read on…

Once there was a girl with so many words, so many images, so many songs in her head that had no place to go. So she decided some of them will just go here…

Well, that sounds a bit contrived, but it’s not entirely untrue. Apart from the “girl”-part, because I’m at the younger end of Gen X. Or the “no place to go”-part, because some of my work actually *did* go places. Just not the stuff I decided to put on here…

Which is mostly Sandman stuff right now, let’s be honest (I fell in love with it when I was 16, and it still has a tight grip on me now). And the fact that it’s a wild mix between my metas, my fanfic and a bit of my doodling already shows the pull in different directions I have experienced for most of my life:

I’ve been a writer since my teenage years, and in another life, I’d maybe have more faith in myself, and writing would be all I’d do. Or maybe not, since I can never just do one thing for too long. Nevertheless, one of my teachers in high school was convinced I needed to tell stories to be happy and warned me about a career in science. Back then, I thought he was overly dramatic. Looking back on it, I sometimes think he had a point.

I’ve worked in science/academia, creative/performing arts and mental health. I guess I’m just a multi-hyphenate who can’t make up her mind what she wants to do with her life, so she tries to do it all and ends up burned out half of the time.

For now, I support people who go through really terrible stuff, and it means the world to me. But it is equally hard and sometimes soul-destroying. Hence, I’ve stopped working for our health service and focus more on my writing these days (both fiction and non-fiction) while still seeing a particular subset of clients privately, but on a much more manageable scale that also takes my own well-being into consideration. You can’t pour from an empty cup…

I’m bilingual and write most of my non-fiction in English and my fiction in my (what I perceive as stronger) other language. But I write fanfic exclusively in English because I want to separate it from my other writing: Somewhere along the way, I managed to publish a few novels under a pen name, and only a select few people know about it. And I intend to keep it that way.

My partner (a graphic artist) thinks I should do more with my art, but I feel everything about it is wrong, and I’m not formally trained. I used to draw much more (mostly pencil and ink), but between working and having a family, something had to give, and if I have to choose, writing always comes first. But I doodle and experiment a lot in Procreate because it’s quicker, and it usually helps me when I procrastinate on my writing. I drop the odd drawing in here (like my avatar), but I don’t see myself as a fine artist, and I’m in perpetual awe of the fanart and talent I see on here.

I also compose and still work as a musician sometimes. As you can tell from the one line devoted to it, performing isn’t really that important to me anymore. However, music is. I have a small adjunct teaching gig at a University that ties in with both performance and psychology. So at this stage of my life, this particular area has become more about giving back.

Nothing I put on here is intended to ever be published in “real” life (maybe that’s odd, because this is still real life, after all). This is just an account for unapologetically being me, unfiltered, with all my hyperfixations—and undoubtedly some pointless shitposts just for fun…

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I saw your glee master list meaning you write glee! i’m so happy rn, if you’re taking requests could i make one?

No one ever writes for Kitty and it makes me sad :(

Could you do a Kitty x R and it’s like their first date? Maybe R thought that Kitty would be embarrassed or scared to be w her bc she’s not out so she’s not v affectionate but as soon as they get home she is.

Kitty thinks it’s bc R is embarrassed to be with her bc she’s such a bitch all the time etc, but it’s just bc she thought Kitty was embarrassed😭

It turns into a whole thing, they get into a relationship funk. then maybe R sings in glee club, maybe like that little mix song secret love song or something bc of the line ‘why can’t i hold you in the street? why can’t i kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that why can’t we be like that?’ bc she thinks Kitty is scared to come out.

Then at the end Kitty just ends up kissing R after leaving everyone shocked asf at how Glee Clubs sweetheart and Glee Clubs bitch are together.

Then they have a talk and they both say they thought the other was scared etc, then Kitty surprises R by inviting her over (what R doesn’t know is that during dinner with her parents she’s gonna officially come out to them and say she’s dating R) You can obviously choose wether or not her parents are cool w it but it would be nice to see them barley phased by her announcing their relationship bc they knew by how they look at each other🥰

Like i said only do this if you’re taking requests and if you have time :))

Secret Love Song

Kitty Wilde x fem!reader

Summary: You really like Kitty, and she really likes you. The problem is you think she is really inside the closet. What happens when you start to avoid her in public, making her think that you don't like her because of her bitchy personality?

Warnings: mostly just fluff, some light angst sprinkled in there

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I am just taking forever with these requests, I am so sorry. Trying to catch up. Hope you enjoy! I did my best to follow what you wanted.

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You were acting weird.

That was Kitty’s first thought when she realized that throughout your Breadstix date you were practically avoiding any physical contact with her. With anyone else, she wouldn’t think much of it, but you were different. You were one of the touchiest people she knew, and she was in the glee club, so she knew a lot of huggy and sparkly idiots.

Normally, you were all over her. Always holding her hand, or putting your arm around her shoulder, or pulling her to sit in your lap during glee meetings. She would be lying if she said that she didn’t love it. No one ever gravitated towards her like that, because everyone was terrified of her. Everyone except for you, it seemed.

That’s how it was until Kitty asked you out. She had liked you for a while, and the glee kids were the biggest gossips ever, so when you told your best friend Sam, he almost immediately blabbed to Artie, who told Brittany, who told literally everyone else. You were even featured on Fondue for Two.

The one thing that everyone could agree on about your and Kitty’s relationship was that you liked her, and she was straight as an arrow and wouldn’t ever like you back. Fortunately for you, they were wrong. As soon as she caught wind that you liked her back, she yanked you into a random bathroom and said, “You, me. Breadstix at 6. Don’t be late. You’re paying.”

All you could do was nod eagerly and grin at her. She sashayed away, and you were left unmoving and dumbstruck until Marley came and found you. When she asked what was wrong, all you could do was shake your head and trail after her silently.

Now on your date, you were overthinking everything. You thought that since Kitty wasn’t out, that she wouldn’t want you to be your affectionate self with her in public. So instead of slinging your arm around her or holding her hand like you normally would, you sat at the opposite side of the table and kept your hands to yourself.

Across from you, Kitty is also overthinking. She thinks that you’re embarrassed to be seen with her in public, given her bitchy front. She glances up at you, catching you already staring at her. You look down quickly, blushing, which makes her smile.

Soon, you call for the check. You insist on paying, which Kitty appreciates. As you walk her towards your car, you wrap your arm around her waist and pull her into your side. Kitty snuggles into you, thinking that maybe she was just imagining things.

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The next day in Glee club Kitty realizes that she wasn’t making things up in her head. When she walks into the room, you’re in your normal seat. Instead of getting up to hug her like you normally would, you just smile and wave before going back to talking to Sam.

Frowning slightly, Kitty makes her way towards you. She sits down and waits for you to pull her into you, but your arm around her shoulder never comes. Instead, you turn to face the front as Mr. Shue enters and you start to listen to him explain this week's lesson.

Feeling slightly insecure, Kitty slightly wraps her arms around herself. Noticing the tension between the two of you, Sam nudges Artie and points it out. They share a slightly confused look before turning to look back at Mr. Shue.

“Alright folks! It has come to my attention that some of you are holding your emotions in until you can’t anymore, and it’s causing a rift between some of our members. Now, as we’re getting closer and closer to regionals, we need to be able to work as a team without fighting. So this week’s lesson is…” The curly haired teacher grabs a whiteboard marker and writes down the word feelings. “Feelings. Find a song that represents the strongest feeling you have had recently.”

You glance over at Kitty before looking back to the front. You then slightly stick your hand out to the side, holding a little piece of paper. She grabs it from your hand and opens it, reading, ‘I had a lot of fun yesterday. We should definitely do it again sometime. How about Thursday?’

She smiles over at you nodding. When you see this, you let out a sigh of relief. She then suddenly grabs your arm and wraps it around herself. You smile to yourself and pull her further into you.

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Your next date goes much better than the first. The one after that is almost perfect. And the most recent one is the best of all.

You pick her up and take her to a secluded clearing on the edge of a forest. Opening up the trunk of your truck, you reveal an elaborate setup so that you two can be comfortable while looking up at the stars.

Once you lay down, you are quick to pull the blonde cheerleader into you. She snuggles up close and rests her head on your chest. After some time just chatting idly while looking up, you two fall into a peaceful silence.

Kitty adjusts her head slightly to look at your face, seeing you already looking down at her. You make intense eye contact while Kitty shifts so that she is on her stomach. You lean slowly towards her while she leans up towards you.

You get so close that you can feel her breath on your lips. Hesitantly, you press your lips together. Kitty quickly sits up, effectively straddling you, and weaves her hands through your hair. She somehow kisses you so hard yet so soft, making your brain go fuzzy and your only thought being of her.

When you finally pull apart, Kitty rests her forehead on yours. You both try to catch your breath before you grin at her.

“I really like you, Kitty Wilde.”

“I really like you too, Y/N Y/L/N.”

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After that heated first kiss and confession, Kitty thought things would be different. That you wouldn’t avoid contact with her like you did after almost all of your dates. Unfortunately, she was wrong.

She thinks it’s because at school, she still is a bitch to everyone except for you. She thinks that that’s how you’re starting to see her. You still think that since she is in the closet, she wouldn’t want you being affectionate with her so that no one would catch on to your secret relationship.

In glee club, Mr. Shue tells you to prepare something because you would be performing tomorrow. You don’t know what to do, so you turn to Kitty for advice. Where you would normally be welcomed with open arms, you get a freezing cold shoulder.

Kitty was icing you out in an attempt to not get hurt by the pain of you hating her and breaking up with her because of her bitchy mannerisms. You, on the other hand, had realized what to sing about.

You asked Marley to help you out, and she agreed feeling like the song also applied to her current relationship with Jake.

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The next day, you and Marley get up in front of your friends. All of the previous day and most of today you had been ignored by the girl that you were sure you loved, and it hurt.

Preparing yourself to sing, you catch yourself staring at the blonde cheerleader that you had such strong feelings for. Surprisingly, she was already looking at you with a look in her eye that you couldn’t quite place. It looked like a mix of guilt and hurt.

Shaking your head slightly, you got yourself back into the right headspace. When you signaled for the band to start, Marley began to sing.

We keep behind closed doors

Every time I see you I die a little more

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

It'll never be enough

You close your eyes, getting into the song. You don’t realize that a certain blonde cheerleader is glued to your slightly hunched over body.

Marley continues to sing alone until you reach the chorus. Then you join in, harmonizing with the brunette.

Why can't I hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't it be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

Why can't I say that I'm in love?

I wanna shout it from the rooftops

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't it be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

You really begin to feel your masked emotions about your relationship with Kitty, and it causes a single teardrop to roll down your face. All Kitty wants to do is get up, wipe it away, and comfort you, but she lets you and her frenemy finish.

I don't wanna live love this way

I don't wanna hide us away

I wonder if it ever will change

I'm living for that day

Someday

You finally lock eyes with the bitchy blonde, giving her a hopeful look. She finally realizes why you’ve been acting the way you were, and instantly regrets ignoring you and pushing you away. When you reach the final chorus, Kitty is on the edge of her seat, ready to leap up.

Oh, why can't you hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that we could be like that

Why can't it be like that?

'Cause I'm yours, I'm yours

Why can't I say that I'm in love?

I wanna shout it from the rooftops

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

You take a deep breath in and lean over to hug Marley. Suddenly you are forcefully turned around and pulled into an intense kiss. You freeze until you realize that it’s just Kitty, and then you melt into it, wrapping your arms around her waist.

When you pull apart, you are met with a tense silence. You finally look up at your fellow glee club members, who are all looking at you in shock. For a second, the silence is maintained, and then everyone starts asking questions at once.

You let out a breathy laugh and start answering as many questions (mostly Sam’s) as you can without getting too personal. It feels like a weight has been lifted off of your chest, and you realize that this is the happiest you’ve been in a long while.

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You and Kitty were a few months into your relationship, and you both couldn’t be happier. Everything was going smoothly, and you learned to both communicate your insecurities.

After you sang your song and Kitty had kissed you in front of everyone, you had gone somewhere private and told each other the fears that were affecting your relationship. It cleared up a lot of things, and you both swore not to keep anything from each other again.

Now, Kitty was inviting you over for dinner at her house. What you didn’t know was that her parents would be joining you two, and that she would be both coming out and revealing your relationship to them tonight.

Pulling into your girlfriend’s driveway, you grab your presents from the passenger seat of your truck. You walk up to the front door with a bouquet of flowers in hand and a bottle of sparkling cider. You knock, and the door almost immediately swings open.

Kitty quickly yanks you inside and grabs the flowers and cider from you placing them off on a side table. She then pulls you into a side room before glancing around suspiciously. You look at her, slightly confused and amused. “Everything alright, babe?”

She smiles at you softly before quietly mumbling, “So actually we're going to have dinner with my parents. And I'm going to tell them I'm dating you.” You laugh softly, thinking that she’s joking. As soon as you see the serious look on her face, you begin to panic.

“Dude, seriously?! I have had no time to prepare for this! What should I say? How should I act?” Kitty crosses her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes. “Okay, first off, how many times do I have to tell you. I’m your girlfriend, don’t call me dude. And secondly, you’ll be fine. You’ve literally met them before.”

You go to say something else, but then Kitty’s mom walks into the room, looking at her phone. When she glances up and sees you, she breaks into a wide smile. “Oh, hey Y/N! I didn’t know you would be joining us! Come here, let me see you.”

Once again, Kitty rolls her eyes. This time it’s directed at her mother. “Mom, you literally saw her like, a week ago. She hasn’t changed much since then.” Mrs. Wilde waves her off with an affectionate scoff. She then grabs your arm and leads you into the dining room while telling you about this new skin cream that she’s trying.

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Once the entire Wilde family and you are seated at the table, dinner gets served. After eating with idle chat for a while, Kitty clears her throat.

“Mom, dad, I have to tell you guys something. I don’t know how you’re going to react, but I really hope that it’s going to be positive. So, um… I’m…” She glances over at you, and you grab her hand, squeezing it comfortingly.

She smiles at you gratefully before swallowing the lump in her throat and continuing. “I’m a lesbian. And I’m dating Y/N.” Her parents are silent for a while, making you nervous. Your worries instantly wash away when they both develop huge smiles on their faces.

Mr. Wilde reaches over for his daughter's other hand, patting it affectionately. “Oh honey, we know. We love you no matter what. You will always be our daughter, regardless of who you like. Plus, now I don’t have to worry about you getting pregnant.” Mrs. Wilde nods along with what her husband is saying. Kitty looks at them, relieved and slightly confused. “Wait, what do you mean, you already knew?”

Now it’s Mrs. Wilde’s turn to speak up. “Well, we both have eyes. We can see the way you and Y/N look at each other. That’s how we looked at each other when we were young and in love. Also, I walked in on you guys making out a couple weeks ago. Y’all were so into it, you didn’t even notice me.”

You groan and put your face into your hands, embarrassed. Kitty laughs before turning back to her parents. Mr. Wilde raises his hand slightly before saying, “I do have one question, though. How long have you two been together?”

Pulling your face out of your hands, you think about it for a moment. “Almost… 5 months, sir. It’s been amazing. Also, I promise to treat your daughter wonderfully and be the best girlfriend I can be to her.” Mr. Wilde points his finger at you, jokingly saying, “I’m going to hold you to that. Remember, I have a shotgun.”

You look at him slightly fearful. Mrs. Wilde claps her hands, stating, “Okay. Now that you’ve told us, we need to lay down some ground rules. When in Kitty’s room, the door needs to be open. It doesn’t have to be all the way, but it cannot be shut. That’s honestly it, I think.”

You nod your head eagerly before looking over at Kitty. You felt so lucky that such a wonderful girl like her wanted to be your girlfriend. You knew for a fact that you wouldn’t want anyone else to be yours. She was the one for you.

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arcanemadman · 10 months

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How exactly is Subhuman lyrical character assassination for Dante?

Ok. I'm not looking forward to writing this but…

So you've probably seen that there are some mixed opinions on this particular song, so allow me to clarify. I would like to preface this by stating that Subhuman is one of the few things in the world that I feel genuine hatred toward, which is either amusing to think about or outright pathetic. I actually can't listen to any part of the song without feeling anxiety or anger. As such, I have avoided listening to the song again.

First of, lets talk about the original version of the song. The original was sung by suicide silence, who at one point a popular deathcore band until the death of their main vocalist, after which they spiraled into disaster and alienating their fan base. Their version on the song, without exaggeration, sounded like pigs squealing. High pitched, badly mixed music by a washed out band who's new main vocalist also happened to be a pedo. These factors culminated into the song, upon being released, getting over 13,000 dislikes before the video was deleted from YouTube. Seriously, when people first did listens like you do they were, at best, laughing.

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So they replace the vocalist, problem solved right? No. This is actually the second attempt by composer cody matthew johnson at a theme for Dante, the first being a remix of Devils Never Cry for Marvel vs Capcom Infinite, and is largely considered the worst and only bad version of the song. And when advertising this song on his website, he advertised it as the theme of "the foul mouthed anti-hero" Dante, AKA reboot Dante.

In other words, he made it for the wrong character. Johnsons reaction to the backlash was to throw a tantrum and saying he's "happy to stir the pot", ignoring the fact that the original version was actually painful to listen to (this isn't hyperbole, seriously don't take my word for it and listen to the original version and you'll get what I mean) and the fact that it was sung by a pedophile. Recently he also related the backlash he got to the abuse targeted at actress Lily Gao for her performance in the Resident Evil 4 remake, which is deeply insulting considering she was subjected to racist abuse and harassed off social media.

And even then, the song itself good for what it's supposed to be. As a character theme, it's character regression for Dante. It's an angry, spiteful song that goes on about how Dante struggles with this evil inside him, how he hates all demonkind and how he's a rage filled monster that tears through everything in his way. But that's not Dante. At one point, Dante did have anger towards demons and hate that part of himself, but his character ark in Devil May Cry 3 was accepting that part of himself and growing as a person. DMC3 is a prequel, mind you. In universe, he got over those feelings over 25 years ago.

When faced with demons, he often offers to show them mercy even if they don't accept, because he knows that just as any human can do evil, any devil can do good. He spares Trish in DMC1, a demon created for the sole purpose of killing him, and in turn she becomes his trusted friend. In DMC2, he refuses to let Lucia kill herself because her fear of hurting humans proves she's not a monster to him. In the anime, he's hired to kill a demon called Brad and instead finds him in a bar, talks with him to figure out what his deal was, and then helped Brad protect his human girlfriend and kill his demonic master. In fact, he's far more merciful to demonic enemies than his human ones, who he kills without ever offering mercy, because at its core those that give up their humanity are worse than those that never had it to begin with.

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That's mainly it. The thesis statement of the entire series is this - The human ability to care for others, to love someone, be it family, friend, or romance. If you care enough to cry, THAT is what makes you human. Dante is powerful not just because of the demonic power of his father, but because of the human heart of his mother. He is the son of both Sparda and Eva, and he's proud of that. But the very title of subhuman contradicts the entire point of the series. It implies he is less than human, but he's not more human or more demon, he's both, and that's the point of him as a character. Vergil rejected his humanity, while Dante embraced it. He's reached an equilibrium in his soul and grown as a person, embodying both worlds as a devil with ability to cry. Subhuman doesn't focus on Dante's humanity at all, it's all about how he's inhuman.

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You remember how in Devils Never Cry the harder and softer lyrics are separate and initially clash, representing his demon and human halves, but in the end they come together into a singular song, representing Dante's acceptance of both sides of himself. There's none of that nuance in this song.

And removing the character assassination, it's just not a good representation of Dante. As I said it feels angry and violent, but Dante is charming and stylish. Of course he does have some resentment to aspects of his life, at times wishing he could have a normal life, but he enjoys what he's got. With the other character themes, the lyrics feel like something the characters would say in battle; With Devil Trigger, I can see Nero smirking and shouting "Bang, bang, bang! Pull my devil trigger!" as he throttles his sword as his enemies charge at him. With Crimson Cloud, V talking in poetry all the time so "Saviour! Bloodstain! Hellfire! Shadow! Heaven on a landslide!" sounds like something he'd read out to himself as his demons tore up the battle. And with Bury the Light, Vergil would totally proclaim "I am the storm that is approaching!" before unleashing a devastating attack.

But with Dante, who taunts by throwing a rose at his enemies, laughing and pointing, and playfully beckoning at his enemies to keep trying their best, I can't see that person screaming at the top of their lungs in fury "YOU CANNOT KILL ME!" Dante isn't someone who feels the need to prove anything to himself or his enemies. It's part of his charm that powerful demons will fight him, expecting a respectful battle with the son of the legendary Sparda, but instead they get their ass beat by an idiot more interested in seeing what he can do with a hodgepodge of weapons than taking things seriously. And when he does get serious, it's more quite, closer to "you've got my attention and I'll make you regret it." It's too insecure. A better line would be something like "Just try to kill me!" but even then, it's still screaming. There's no subtlety here.

None of this is helped by the fact that the song is so plodding. The low BPM makes it feel plodding, and while I'm certainly no expert on music that sort of feeling hurts in a game as fast as DMC, especially for Dante, who while not as fast as Vergil is by far the most chaotic character to play as. Teleporting, swapping guns, swapping weapons, swapping styles, Dante has over 100 potential actions that can loop into each other freely. Subhuman doesn't capture how chaotic it feels to play as Dante. It's going for the power fantasy of Kratos, an unstoppable juggernaut as opposed to the power fantasy of a stylish showdown. You don't play as Dante to strike fear into demonkind, you play him to see just what bullshit you can get away with even in the most dire situations.

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That is ultimately why Subhuman fails and betrays Dante as a character.

I'll admit, from my personal experience I tried everything to get myself to like the song. I listened to every edit trying to salvage it, every version that changed it up, all hoping that Dante would get the theme he deserved. But I think that's why I hate it so much now. I desperately wanted it to be good. But at it's core, the song is fundamentally flawed it what it sets out to do, represent Dante as a character, and it needed a full overhaul that was never realistic within the time frame of it being revealed to the public and the games release. Honestly, after what he did to Devils Never Cry they should never have given Dantes theme to someone as inexperienced as cody and his works before and since have been middling at best. But he was the real thing that killed subhuman for me. Anyone that listened to the original version knows it was BAD, but he acted like he was a visionary who was too smart for the rest of us and ignoring all criticism including, need I remind you, HIRING A PEDOPHILE. The recent thing with Lily Gao I find particularly infuriating because what she has been going through is unquestionably awful, yet he made it about himself. As if a white composer who complained about the whole thing on twitter suffered the same abuse as an asian woman who was chased off social media. That inability to self reflect on anything and blaming everyone that disagrees with you is just arrogance in the end.

I always get really angry whenever I think about this song. If I had the same passion for writing things I actually cared about I'd be an acclaimed author by now. I don't like how much I think about this song so much. As I said at the state hating a song this much is either amusing or pathetic. But Dante is a character that holds a certain importance for who I am so I care more than I should. I know not everyone had the same experience I have, or don't really care about the music so long as the game is fine, but the music in Devil May Cry has always been spectacular, and the character themes have been brilliant ways to prove who the characters are deep down. So for Dante, the face of the series, to be stuck with the worst one in the entire series in the grand return of the series until the next game comes around… it's fucking infuriating.

#devil may cry #dmc #subhuman #why subhuman sucks ass #took me long enough to answer this #copy and pasted from somewhere else #Dante isn't an angry or hateful person #he doesn't hate his demon half and he doesn't struggle to control it #he doesn't resent who he is #he doesn't see himself as subhuman #dante is the son of sparda and eva #that's why subhuman is shit #i will never not shit on subhuman

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