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#other things are ones i checked out so i have to listen to those Now. esp fire & blood that hold list was so long đđ but audiobooks are
Hi!! Your writing it truly lovely đ<33 If i could request anything with Zzy? Thank youuu
Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader (II)
Featuring the goat-legged boy Zzy and a gloomy, newly employed detective Reader! By the way, his name is a little tribute to a series I like. Can you guess who inspired it? Hint: it's Jhonen Vasquez's first comic :D
The detective man, at the very least, kept his word. The pay is good, and you barely have any work to do. The jobs themselves are similarly not too challenging: so far you havenât had to deal with any murder mystery out of an Agatha Christie novel. Rather, most of the time, itâs someone asking you to investigate their cheating partner, or sending you to do a background check for an employee. Every now and then youâll get the odd client, but thatâs something for another day.
Your boss isnât all that bad either. You were initially quite hesitant to be alone in the room with him. He always seems to be surrounded by an eerie, dark aura, and youâve only seen him smile in a menacing, villainous way. Now youâve gotten used to his strangeness. In fact, itâs almost comforting. Thereâs something refreshing about another human being honest about their misery. He seems to be just as uninterested in this job as you are, spending most of his time reading at his desk. Despite his unkempt, scary appearance, he's pleasant enough and looks after you. Which, now that you think about it, is a little suspicious. You've seen him act around other people: curt and to the point, disinterested, even potentially rude. With demons, he's ruthless.
"Have you had lunch yet?" the man asks, standing up and dusting his knees. "I can get us something."
You nod and flash him a flaccid smile, although you can't help but ask:
"Listen, aren't you being a little too nice? I mean, I'm not complaining...but I've seen how you behave in general, and I have a hard time coming up with a reason for my special treatment."
He ponders your question for a moment, before his sunken eyes look ahead, somewhere behind you.
"WellâŠIf Iâm being honest, youâre kind of pathetic, aren't you? Iâm just a little worried that if Iâm too harsh, Iâll find out you hanged yourself in your apartment or something. Not that Iâd care, but if youâre gone, Iâm the one stuck withâŠthat thing.â
Ah. Thatâs what it was. Almost immediately, a shiver runs across your spine.
â(Y/N)! Are you done yet? Iâm boooooooredâ, a prolonged whine erupts from the neighboring chamber.
âIâm about to have lunch, actually. Do you want any-â
âYou know I do! Spread those legs and I can startâ, the goat demon declares with a grin, clacking his hooves in your direction.
You sigh.
Of course. Months ago, you were tricked into signing a lifelong contract with Zzy. It was the detectiveâs way of washing his hands off the matter and warmly welcoming you into the agency. It makes sense that he'd treat you with utmost care, otherwise he'd have to deal with this pest from Hell once again.
How's your life with Zzy going?
You've since found a way to seal your bedroom, in order to avoid waking up with his groping hands under your sheets. Sadly, the stubborn creature keeps finding ways to bypass your safety measurements. Who wouldâve thought that lust is such a powerful driving force?
On top of the nightly shenanigans, you obviously have to deal with him during the day, at the agency. âListen, itâs likeâŠone of those fidget toys. It helps with stressâ, he explains fervently while pointing at your chest. âYou want me to do my work properly, donât you?â He concludes theatrically. âYouâre not holding my boobs. This is the end of the conversation.â
If youâre having a bad day, it wonât go unnoticed. âBoy, what a smell, what a delicacy. Youâre even more miserable than usualâ, Zzy will exclaim, throwing his hands together in a graceful prayer. âYou know what the best medicine is? A quick fuck. Let me pound that sadness out of you, eh?â
Despite his constant clowning, the demon does have moments of clarity. He becomes particularly serious when jealous. âWhat have you done?â You shout in despair, gawking at the client - now morphed into a pig - foaming at the mouth and running around the room. âHe was staring at your ass. Only I can do that.â The horned man stands proud, arms crossed, nodding at his own courageous act. His most treasured belonging has been defended once more.
As expected, the jealous curse has gotten both of you into time-out. Zzy because he cursed the client in the first place, and you - despite your protests - because you didn't stop him in time. "Can't you wear something easier to take off? It takes two business days to unbutton this crap", the demon complains as he fiddles with your shirt. You're laying on the sofa, hands behind your head, gazing at the clock on the wall and counting the minutes passing. Unbothered, compliant. The peacefulness of someone who's given up. "Zipper is to the left", you add, aiding the process.
Another irritating detail is that the damned beast can detect the slightest arousal coming from you, and will make sure to announce it loudly, regardless of who is around. "Someone's horny! Whew, getting me all worked up, too." You slap a hand over his mouth, a deep red blush rapidly spreading across your cheeks. You turn to the detective and apologize profusely, but he remains unconcerned, flipping another page. "Let me take care of her first, Mr. Detective", Zzy manages to mumble through your pressed fingers. "As long as you get the task done", your boss responds plainly, never bothering to look up from his book.
"You should visit me down there sometimes", the horned creature suddenly mentions, his head resting in your lap as you idly browse your phone. You stop to glance down at him. "In Hell, you mean?" He snickers at the thought. "No one believes me when I tell them I have a human girlfriend. I need concrete proof, ya feel me?" You raise an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?" He disregards your inquiry and continues: "At least give me a pair of your panties to take back home." Absolutely not.
"Were you this much of a menace before I showed up?"
"What's that supposed to mean?! You can't blame a demon for being in love."
You sigh once more and roll over.
"Does that mean we can go for round two~?" Zzy is grinning at his own suggestion.
"it'll go by before you know it" y/n said pulling away from the hug. When college applications started being filled, she took a big risk and applied for Politecnico di Milano, a fashion uni in Milan, Italy. She had already said goodbye to her parents, thinking that was the hardest goodbye she could imagine, but the tears in her eyes from saying goodbye to her girlfriend right now, told her she lied to herself a while ago.
Paige and y/n had always had a rocky side of their relationship, for one, it was a secret waiting to bomb the world, two, they always knew that long distance was going to be a thing for them. With Paige going to Uconn and Yn going to PDM, 'it was already doomed' said by most people. But overcoming the rocky side of their relationship, there was the fairytale side. The one where they in love, where they supported each other in everything, where they took each others first kisses, first everything. They were each other's lifelines in a way, they didn't go a day without speaking to each other.
They both hoped that these future 4 years, werenât going to change their feelings of each other.
How come you act so different? Talk to me, I'll listen
All the love I'm giving, don't act like you don't know
ââŠleave a message after the toneâ y/n sighed as she hung up the phone. It was 7am and her alarm had just gone off, Paige was most likely asleep. Itâs 1am at Storrs.
If you put the time difference aside, they were doing well. Both of them spent at least 2 hours everyday on the phone and havenât had an any problems yet.
But itâs only been 5 months. 7 months and 3 years to go.
Y/n was glad Paige settled in great, she got along with her teammates and had a great support system there. Paige became a media star, with that came many fans. While y/n wasnât the jealous type, these fans were wild.
She opened her instagram app, and slowly started to scroll through stories. When she stopped, went stiff. âOhâ she muttered, her girlfriendâs teammate, Aaliyah, had posted a story with the Uconn womenâs basketball team having fun ,at what she would guess, a bar. Paige is in the background , a girl sitting next to her, whiles shes on the phone. Y/n quickly checked when the story was posted,10minutes ago.
âOkay so she couldâve just posted this when she came homeâ y/n quickly assured herself. Paige wouldnât just ignore her calls, especially on a night out, right?
As those thoughts filled her head, a notification sound came from her phone.
y/n didnât think anything, she couldnât. She just typed âsweet dreamsđâ and hit send.
no i love you, no ily, not even an emoji.
âStop, donât overthink this ,shes just tiredâ she told herself. She shut her phone off and got out of bed, leaving her thoughts about P in her comfy bed.
:
It had been a month since the bar incident, and everything seemed normal, until a week ago.
Y/n just got out of work, a small intern job to help her graduate early. It was 6pm in Milan, and 12 in Storrs.On her way home, y/n called P.
The phone rang, 1,2,3 times before she hung up. Tried a gain, 1,2,3. User is busy.Paige had hung up on her, she didnât think much of it. âSheâs probs busyâ.
That was 6 days ago.
While they exchange texts, no calls were made this week. Paige was busy, like really busy, But not busy ânot go out with her friends for the 3rd time this weekâ busy. Y/n got it, freshman year, new teammates, she had to have fun. She also knew that their relationship was on the down low. Even though she assured Paige that it was okay to tell her teammates, P reluctantly agreed. âI donât know, iâll seeâ She muttered to y/n, 2 weeks ago on their normal facetime call.
Y/n didnât want to think much of it, she didnât want her overthinking to brew a fight. The last 2 years she was back home, her and paige had never gone a day without speaking to each other, but so what it stopped now?, it was common sometimes to not call. So she let it be, but Paiges text became more and more rare,more dry and definitely more weird.
Girl you always catch me at the bad time (Bad time)âšWhen I know you probably think it's a lie (A lie)âšI know I told you last time was the last time (Last time)âšHow could you pull the plug and leave me flatline?
On the other end of the phone. Y/n hit the red button, and ended the call. She hit her head on the wall behind her in frustration, thankful that the call wasnât on facetime and Paige could see her sad face.
Y/n had called in sick at work so she could watch Paiges game in peace, her boss gave her an earful, because it was one of the more busier seasons in the fashion world, but she let her be âsick in bedâ. She was proud of Paige, and was the happiest for her.
But the mood drifted when she heard the voice tell her they need her. âI need her tooâ Y/n thought. This was the first time in a month that Y/n heard Paiges voice. Her heart clenched when she heard her sound weird, it sounded like she was frustrated. Frustrated with who though, with y/n?.
As time went quick, it felt like Paiges texts were more rare, and even more dry. And Y/n didnât know if Paige was aware of the way she was acting, she also didnât know if she should say anything, Paige was a freshman in college having fun, alone,without Y/n next to her.
If Y/n were to say anything, she didnât want to seem like the bitchy jealous girlfriend that only wanted Paige to spend time with her, she just wanted Paige to spend some time with her.
It felt like their relationship was a bomb, and their time was running out quickly.
How could you pull the plug and leave me flatline? (Flatline)âšCause when I hit you, you don't even reply (Reply)âšHow could you pull the plug and leave me flatline?
Not breathing, what is it I'm not seeingâšSaid she's leaving, damn I can't believe itâšIt's like my heart's bleeding knowing that you don't need meâšShut my heart down, now I don't know what Imma do now
â⊠i just need some space y/nâ Paige said with frustration, a sigh coming after. Y/nâs heart dropped.
It all started an hour and a half ago.
Paige went out with her teammates after a late night practice, forgetting that y/n was waiting on her phone call that she promised she would do after practice.
After she came home, she was bombarded with messages from Y/n. 8 to be exact.
y/nđ
hey did you finish practice?
- 8:15PM
you ready?
- 8:18PM
paige?
- 8:20PM
paigeeeeeeee???
- 8:30PM
pbabyyyy
- 8:35PM
pls tell me u didnât forget
- 8:45PM
paige are you fucking kidding me
- 9:45PM
itâs our anniversary
- 9:45PM
call me when you get home and make sure youâre not busy
- 9:50PM
And when she called, the yelling happened. It was the first fight theyâve had in a while. While Y/n finally exploded demanding to know whatâs happening with her, Paige only had one thing to say.
âI think we should take a breakâ
âWhat?â Y/n whispered after a long pause.
âiâm not ready to be in a relationship Y/n/n, iâm still questioning what i want, and i donât know if its you yet.â Paige said. âIâm sorry, i just need some space Y/nâ
Y/n heart dropped, she didnât know what to say or think. While Y/n knew that not everything lasted, Paige was a sure thing. Paige was her lifeline. What was she going to do?.
Y/n gulped and said the only thing she knew she could say âItâs okayâ.
âItâs okay?â Paige was taken back. Had Y/n want to breakup before?, and then Paige shockingly felt hurt in her chest, her stomach slightly dropped. Why was she feeling like this? why isnât she feeling relief?. This has been on Paiges mind for the past 3 months, wasnât this the solution?
âGo be a superstar but donât expect me to wait for you while you figure out what you want to doâ Y/n said, her voice sweet. Not even a slight tone of bitterness.
Y/n still wasnât able to move from her spot on the kitchen counter. Tears were streaming down her face, and before a sob sound could come, she hung up the phone. All Y/n knew was Paige, but know she didnât even know that.
She had literally left her clueless, without her lifeline. now flatline.
âThatâs her?â a croatian accent asked. She felt Nika sit beside her. âYeahâ Paige answered still in awe of her.
âSheâs really prettyâ Nika said. Paige nodded agreeing with her. She was wearing a flowy white short summer dress with cowboy boots.
It was Drews birthday today, and as the team had some off time, Drew invited them to his barbecue party. And the weekend before his birthday, he ran into Y/n. Of course the boy was oblivious to the breakup and while he asked still asked Paige for Y/n, she didnât have the heart to tell him that they broke up.
So when Drew begged Y/n to come to his birthday party, Y/n didnât know what else to say but yes. He could literally get whatever he wanted out of everyone.
At first, Y/n debated if she should just call Paiges stepmom and cancel, or she should just go and pray that Paige couldnât make it.
Well, Paige had come. And so did the rest of the huskies. When Y/n saw them, she sighed. Although she was friends with Azzi, she didnât know the rest of them, but by the look on their faces when she came in, she knew that Paige had told them her history.
Azzi, being the sweetheart she is, excitedly came running to Y/n and hugging her tight. The whole party they caught up with each other, with Azzi telling her about Uconn and Y/n telling her about studying abroad. For the past 30 minutes theyâve been talking, not once have either of them mentioned Paige.
Y/n turned, meeting Paiges eyes. The two of them made eye contact with each other again. Y/n then heard Azzi laughed, when she snapped her head to look at her friend. She saw a small teasing smile on her face. âDonât even startâ Y/n said, glaring at her. She got up and made her way to the other side of the backyard, where there was no Paige in sight.
âY/n/nâ she heard a child scream. Drew was suddenly hugging her legs. âHi Drewskyâ she laughed, beginning to tickle him. She felt the boy starting to laugh, and start to kick her hands away, while Paige and her were together, Drew became a big part in their relationship. Paiges parents often made Paige babysit Drew, and Y/n just tagged along. Through that time, Drew and Y/n became close, Y/n considered him as a baby brother. She would miss him.
âPaigeyy help meâ Drew screamed laughing. Y/n became stiff, the hair behind her neck stood. She could feel her ex behind her as she let the little boy go and stand up.
Paige and Y/n stared at one another. Paige was thankful her teammates werenât around right now, they would be on her ass all day after this.
âHiâ Y/n whispered, looking away from her and to the ground.
âHeyâ Paige said back. âHowâve you been-â
âPaige please no small talk, what do you want?â Y/n cut her off. This was already awkward enough, no need to make it even more.
âUhâ Paige stuttered, a sigh coming after. âI missed youâ Paige admitted. Y/nâs blood boiled, now she missed me?
Paige could sense Y/n anger, she placed a hand on Y/n elbow, tugging her from leaving. âPlease just waitâ Paige pleaded âIâm sorry, i just didnât know what to do i kept having all of this kind of feelings and i know i was busy but i swear just one more chance-â
âPaigeâ y/n cut her off
â- and iâll promise iâll try harder-â paige continued
â-stop-â she tried to stop her
âplease just give me one more chanceâ
â-okayâ she agreed. Paiges eyes went wide, she didnât think she would get her to agree that easy.
âI only needed you to apologize P, i only want you to make some time for me thats all. And if were really trying this again you have to be sure you want this because i donât know if i can handle loosing you againâ She said still looking at the ground.
Paiges heart dropped hearing her voice break. Although she knew how Y/n felt, Paige had been nothing but moody,grumpy and miserable these past few months. Seeing Y/n today, brought her hope that she had a second shot with her.
Y/n slowly picked up her head, and looked up at Paige. Paige was jaw dropping hot, and she knew that, her head couldnât get any bigger by her ego.
Paige reached a hand towards her waist, pulling Y/n towards her. When she did, she slowly dropped a sweet kiss on her girlfriends lips, when she pulled away, her forehead dropped to Y/nâs.
She felt like she could finally breathe, her chest no longer hurt. She had her lifeline back.
was listening to TruE on loop while writing the last part of this, it's genuinely such a good song ugwvdya
also can you spot the contradiction ;D it's plot relevant i promise
not proofread, dont bully me ill write a thesis on why youre a meanie
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you had long deleted genshin, since you had other things to do. you had wanted to go back to the game for a while now, now that you were less busy, but there was just one little problem.
it was now taking up nearly triple the amount of space that it was when you uninstalled it. around 300 whole gigabytes.
jesus christ, what phone can even handle this???
your phone, apparently. because as you opened the game to see if maybe a miracle would happen and that if maybe they would just, like, remove half of the things in the game, it just⊠kinda loaded?
no installing new files, no checking for anything, no nothingâŠ. just an immediate pan to the gates of celestia.
you decided to check if it was the right genshin since this was just way too weird, but countering your judgement, every link you found led you to the same game, leading you to believe it not to be a bootleg or an illegal version.
guess iâll trust it then.
you clicked on the gates which opened smoothly, and your screen turned white. then, the symbols of the seven elements appeared in gray.
and then the game just⊠opened. no loading time, once again. no getting stuck on the geo symbol, nothing. nada. just a smooth entrance into what you had to assume to be teyvat â but your surroundings didn't really support that claim.
the grass was brown and just looked off, the sky was gray. a darker shade than, say, mondâs walls, but it was like one of those game crashes.
well, except you could still move around.
you moved your current character around (the traveller? since when were they the only one in your team?) and decided to open the map after not figuring out where you could possibly be.
hold on, this is springvale? since when?
eveything looked dead, like it had been rotting for a century. you tried to ignore it though, and teleported to the inside of mondstadt. surely this was just some glitch, right? one that would fix itself if you teleported?
maybe the world loaded incorrectly, maybe the fact that nothing took time to load meant that it couldn't load, maybe this or that, maybeâŠ
maybe this really was how the game looked normally. you hadn't done any quests though, so you wondered if it could be restored.
you took a screenshot of the your surroundings â the stone, worn down and dirty. the houses which looked to be in a horrible state, and⊠the npcs, all sickly and pale, like they were starving.
you went to reddit (yes, reddit), and posted the screenshot, asking if it was normal.
you closed the game and decided to take a nap, too tired to really deal with this shit any further.
while you slumbered, people replied to your post.
â°â†lol me too anon, me too
â°â†isn't the game closed or wtv? how'd you get this wtf
â°â†they're trolling
â°â†o makes sense oops
â°â†So weâre all still mourning huh
â°â†jokes aside that's a super impressive edit ngl
you remained unaware of the truth, but you'd find out soon enough.
actually, you'd find out now, apparentlyâŠ
what the fuck?? why is my bed so hard now?
you groaned and forced your eyes open, seeing a dark, nearly black sky.
the only light was a single star, lingering right above you.
âsince when was i outside...?"
a voice spoke to you, answering your question.
âyou always have been, have you not? but would you like to head inside, my lord?â
... huh? i recognize that voice...
â
p.s. place your bets on who it is, iâm thinking of one specific character but if there's a fan fav i'll make it them instead since i haven't written anything beyond this point (â ă»â _â ă»â ;â )
p.s.s. don't expect updates to this series too quickly, i wish i could write as quick as i think of ideas but sadly that's not the case orz
i saw the cat and corvid mc ones and i wanna see dog-like mc so bad, like one whos very loyal, loves cuddling with loved ones, if they had a tail and one of the gang came home itd be faster than a helicopter i think, if they see anyone with food theyd just come up to them with their puppy dog eyes, they just lounge around in random spots nearby the characters or even lays their head/body on them. sometimes theyll be playing with something and be possessive over it and a "Whats that in your mouth" situation comes in and they run away taking random stuff they found lying around the HoL, maybe theyre also rly playful and love playfighting and stuff like tug of war
thats just a few things that come off the top of my head lol how the mc is like is up to you, sorry if theres too much or doesnt make sense! xoxo
haha hi!!! yes of course!
this is such a fun idea. i may or may not have based this reader off my goofy goober of a dog. she's so sweet but sometimes i wonder if theres even a single thought in that head of hers haha
enjoy <3
Dog-like Mc
Lucifer
getting lock out of his bedroom always proceeds as such: being sad that you're locked out, sitting sadly in front of the door and scratching at it, lucifer feeling bad and eventually letting you in so you can sit on his bed and ruin the freshly made sheets lol
rinse and repeat the cycle nightly
the puppy dog eyes work very well on him
since he handles his brothers so often, he's good at getting you to listen when you're off in lala land or something along those lines
Mammon
he himself is kinda dog like, so the two of you get along pretty well
both of you would follow the other to the worlds end <33
you probably steal his sunglasses from time to time and he has to hunt you down to get them back, just because when he said âdrop itâ you accepted that as a challenge lol
the only difference in the two of you, however, is that youâre much more open with how you feel and will not hesitate to admit that you love him even if it flustered him haha
Levi
he's a little wary of having you in his room
he has lots of valuables that he treasures and while he's a little afraid you'll steal and or mess something up, he genuinely cares about you and is willing to get past that
however he did need a day away from you after you drooled on his Ruri pillow haha
after he got to know you better, he really appreciated always having an outgoing buddy to go out in public with someone that wasn't one of his brothers
Satan
sitting with him while he reads!! randomly laying your head in his lap <3
you always check out what's in his mug while he reads despite the fact that it never changes (it's always tea) but maybe one day it'll be something delicious, like chips haha
he's wary of taking you into a cat cafe, but surprisingly, all the cats love you!
now he's questioning if he's really a cat, or if he's a dog person lol
Asmo
you let him do any kind of skincare and treatments he wants on you
and he thinks it's great! until he sees you at the end of the day and it kinda looks like you swam in a mud puddle
he's not going to be the one to subject you to a bath so he always shoos you off and tells you to go clean up before you can get something else done (my dog hates water lol)
if he's ever missing one of his rather tasty smelling skincare products or a brush, or something like that, he just opens a bag of chips and summons you + beel (see below lol)
Beel
please the amount of food you're getting from him
those puppy dog eyes work so well and he can't help but give in every single time
both of you come running every time someone opens a chip bag even if it's on the other side of the house haha. if the others have issues finding you, that's how they do it quick and easy
every meal of yours is eaten together, of course
Belphie
the realest cat and dog dynamic ever!
please there's no way you're not jumping on his bed just for fun while he's sleeping in it. he's convinced it's to annoy him but it's just you being incredible oblivious and wanting to have fun
you guys are best friends. i don't make the rules haha
when you do want to nap with him, however, it's the best nap you've ever had and is probably a very cute pic
Characters: All NRC students
Warning: Some of these songs contain angsty/dark themes or imply self-harm, however it's nothing too much as that's the nature of Vocaloid songs in general and I recommend you checking them out if you guys can!
Part 1 | Part 2
đ Scarabia đ
Kalim: Tondemo-Wonderz
This song is full of fun, excitement and upbeat, colorful beats that make you want to smile and dance along, just like the ball of sunshine Kalim he is! The song talks about embracing the unknown and excitement the world offers to us while also having fun, encouraging us to have faith in the wondrous possibilities, while also embracing the failure and mistakes with laughter and positivity. Iâd say itâs a perfect song for Kalim, from the vibe to the lyrics!
âEven in this sort of era,
We still believe in "wonders," no, no, no? Know!
The adult's sharp, money-making memories
Make us worry too much! I'm gonna go cross-eyed!â
"Why?!" "Do it like this!!" I love everything! That's fine, isnât it?
In this plot to make everyone laugh
I can call them rival monsters, right?!
We live in a wild, awesome world.â
âI reckon it's fine to have troubles you can't do a thing about!
I make a pose like I'm gonna save everyone.
How about this smile, it's not gonna crumble at all!
Even if I fall 100 times, I'm like a phoenix. I won't get upset!
Wan wan, too quick, three four! Everybody, showtime!â
âCome on professor! This exam is so tough! Agh!
Alright, done? Is it final? If I don't get 0 points, it's OK!
Let's rain a shower of arrows on those true and false questions!
Right and wrong answers are important memories."
"There are days when I fail too.
You still deny "wonders", no, no, no? Know!
Before I'm taken to pieces, listen, wait!
This slanted society is too on edge. Charge in, leap in, one more time! Are you ready?!â
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Jamil: Ghost City Tokyo
Like a ghost who is almost invisible to otherâs eyes, Jamil used to do the same too, he always makes sure everything he does is at an average level so nobody will notice him. Thatâs why I picked this song for him, also because of the lyrics - heâs used to losing, to not be able to shine and stand out for the sake of others, and itâs not something he dreamt of at all. Also I think the city here can be interpreted as Scarabia too, because he still wants to be here despite everything that happened in Book 4.
âThe lights of the brilliant shining city
Shine down on me in stark contrast
They mix with the neon colours changing
and escaping from the spaces between those buildings"
"I trade my time and this world
And sink into the nightâ
âItâs fine, someday it will all be fine
How many days Iâve thought so, that have piled up on each other
But even today, the me who fades into the Tokyo scenery all alone
Seems like a ghostâ
âEven as I grow used to losing
These important feelings that I haven't lost -
When I held them close to myself,
my tears fell suddenly
Because I think I still want to
Keep living in this cityâ
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đ Pomefiore đ
Vil: Cinema
This song is pretty self-explanatory with the lyrics, itâs like someone views their life as a movie, their story is like an unchanged script, yet theyâre being satisfied with everything - they want to be the leading star, the protagonist of the movie. Being someone who always has to play the villain role, I picked this song for Vil because it just fits him so much with his backstory and his goal as a whole!
âA delusion of dawn
Invaluable escapades and
A misunderstood hero play-pretend
Traffic's already jammed up now-
Oh well, nothing I can do about that anywayâ
âNo, it can't be this, not this.
This is a bad fit for me
I'm not suited for it-
Should I quit it now, orâ
But that's not right, right! I wonder, when will I get to be
The leading star of this show?â
âWe're not here yet, yet.
This can't be the end, so
If you're not suited for the role
Then just rewrite the script!
Look, for the most part, I'm sure it'll always just be me
The leading star will only be me!â
âThe future I wanted to change has come.
Whatever you like, however you like it,
This is it.
I made it here, all the way from the bottom.
Just like a movie, this is my story.â
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Epel: Telecaster B-boy
A song talking about the struggle of growing up, trying to find oneâs place in this vast world, the singer desires to be loved and appreciated but always gets misunderstood and underappreciated and also frustrated with society, just like Epel himself. He hates being the stereotype, cliche thing. If you know his story and goal then this song is very fitting for him! Also the funky, youthful but somewhat fast beat and lyrics fit him very well too!
âThe more I grow up DeDeDe
The less I fit in, a vacant temple.
The girl the life philosopher spoke to
Turns into a bird âŠ
With just lip service PaPaPa
I'll tie up my raggedy shoes âŠ
The boy whom a believer in digitization cursed
Turns into wind âŠâ
âNo matter how you look at it DeDeDe
It's a stereo bias, sadistic
The girl who sang like she was stung by a bee
Turns into a flower...
Even if you cover your ears PaPaPa
Those guys' voices become loud
The boy who got these words stabbed in his chest
Turns backâŠâ
âIn this world where I can't
Even breathe for a bit
Declaring a goodbye to reality
Won't you just forgive us?
We, the weak ones
Let's meet up again somewhereâ
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Rook: Liar Dance
Rook is a bit hard to find, but in my opinion this is the best song for him. It talks about a couple who both hide and lie to each other. But it also means that the singerâs POV is them knowing theyâre a liar, a criminal just like other people. Rook himself is not an exception, he also lies and hides many things away even to his friends or someone like Vil. Also I think the lyrics fit him really well, with constant mention of love and lies many times throughout.
''Stolen? Just whatever do you mean?''
Feigning ignorance today as well
Having made a vow, to you and you alone
Declaring this loveless love of mine in front of you"
"Stolen? Just whatever do you mean?"
Committing myself to this performance, set lines and all
Those memories we've desperately created and clung to,
they blend together and feelings between us intensifyâ
âDance away liar
This love has swelled up like a balloon
let's turn it into a lie with the prick of a needle
On the count of "I-love-you"
âDance away, liar
It's too late to apologize
We're already partners in this crime called "love"
Who cares if there's no going back?â
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Idia: All I Need are Things I Like
While there could be many other songs that fit Idia, I decided to pick this one because of the lyrics and overall meaning. The song talks about indulging solely into oneâs interests and favorite thing everyday, almost every time without paying much attention to reality much at all. Even though the singer sounds happy and satisfied, they also sound lonely, deprived of energy and strength and also longing for actual companionship instead of coping up to the things that they like. It sounds like Idia himself after what happened to him and also his backstory!
"I donât like weekdays, I like the weekend
I donât like work, I like going back to sleep
Itâs impossible to live on slacking like this
My consciousness recedes"
"I donât like vegetables, I like hamburgers
I donât like barley tea, I like juice
Donât be sweet on me, but I like sweet tasting things
My lifetimeâs first page"
"Only looking at things I like
gradually my eyesight gets worse
Only being filled with things I like
gradually my mind gets duller"
"I donât like living things, I like machines
I donât like the real world, I like the virtual
Your tastes were always biased
deteriorating and ceasing to think"
"Surrounded by the things I like
Iâve become unforgiving to the things I donât like
Living only with the things I like
I'm resented by someone, somewhere"
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Ortho: Near
This song is gentle, yet emotional and bittersweet, its meaning also fits Ortho and Idia + their relationship a lot if you take it into their backstory context too. At first, Ortho is just a robot that only acts according to how he was programmed but gradually, he starts acting outside his intended programming and learns his own sentience and emotions - just like the robot girl as the song progresses. Overall, I think this fits him a lot!
âHey, Near. If I don't make fun of someone
And if I won't be able to forgive myself
How do you feel about
This horrible person?"
"Hey, Near. Watching other's strides
Stepping out without a purpose
How do you feel about this
Dull person? Hey Nearâ
âHey, Near. I think living every day with a smile
Is something natural
How do you feel about
This arrogant person?"
"Things that do not take any form and cannot be predicted
Will interfere with the calculation process"
Even so"
"Ah, I'll still continue to believe
And ask you who doesn't have a heart
Because your hand was
So much warmer than mineâ
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Malleus: Hare wo Matsu
I feel like this song fits Malleus the most with how the lyrics constantly talk about oneâs loneliness and about pastâs memories. For Malleus, his biggest fear perhaps is his dearest, most cherished people leave his life, like Lilia - his guardian that raises him up ever since heâs still a little lizard or maybe even MC - his ever first friend that treats him so dearly despite his status or his fearful magic power unlike others who is afraid of him. Even the beat is also beautiful but sad, full of longing for your loved one when they leave - just like Malleus himself.
"I'm not getting tired of this morning,
One that I've waited for. Very faintly,
I'm laughing while appearing to be sorrowful,
And wishing to completely forget you."
"Because there's no end to this curse
Of sleeplessness and the painful past.
I'm singing a song in the morning glow,
If only I could completely forget, it would end."
"There's just one thing I can't yield,
And still, without knowing the reason,
I live, even now..."
"Since I don't have a dream I want to protect,
These are days with no answer,
But that isn't kindness, isn't it?"
"Look, since absolutely nothing hurts,
It's alright," I say.
Someday, when you'll be gone, ah~
Will I be living alone?â
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Lilia: Kanade Tomosu SoraÂ
I feel like this song fits Lilia the most in terms of the vibe, the lyrics that matched well with his backstory. This song, while sad, full of longing and reminiscent from the past yet itâs like a glimmer of hope somewhere in the deep, dark sea of sad memories. Lilia was the same too despite how we see him acting outwardly. He gives love to others, but he also needs love and hope. He went through events that could crush him easily and yet, he still stayed strong - for a whole 200+ years, for the sake of others. (I recommend checking out the 25ji, Night Code de version too!)
âEvery time I trace back my memories,
I feel as if Iâm going to be crushed, yet
Since I have no place to take refuge,Â
I just keep questioning myself over and over. AhâŠâ
âThere are too many things in my way,Â
Itâs as if there are only things I canât see
Is it alright if I try touching it a little?
I want to say it. Even though it might surely be impossible, I want to somehow.
Hey, more; hey, more; I want to see moreâ
âSo I can turn the images Iâve found of your world still unknown to me
Into song"
"Blaming myself all this time,Â
I simply live and breathe but only just barely
Iâve always shut it away in a cage
Iâm not asking for a plain, simple story. I simply wish to hear your voiceâ
âIt still hurts. Words keep tightening the cord round my neck, but...
These eyes of mine I closed so gently as well, still hurt a little, butâŠ
I want to say it. Even though now,
I still donât know when itâll be but someday for sure.
Hey, more; hey, more; I want to see moreâ
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Silver: Ice Drop
I think this song fits Silver a lot mostly because of the lyrics, and the deep sea could symbolize the dreams that he dives into in Book 7. Although itâs upbeat, the lyrics are full of longing and reminiscing of the past and also his father, but eventually move on and âgrow upâ from it. Not to mention, you could even take it as a SilverMC song if you think about that aspect! But even if it's not in a romantic sense, it's still a song talking about how much the past affects us and how we long for our loved one even if it's just a memory, that's why to me this song is really for Silver!
âEven the memories of the past are merely a thousand-year tale
I take a deep breath as I fall into the deep seaâ
âUh- that voice of yours drenches my whole heart
Tangled up and captivated by each other, we sing our unchanging love once more
You, not letting go of your hands become a rule of mine
It's a heart that will melt away the rusted last page
That one and only magic will turn this world aroundâ
âIâll be waiting. Inside my dream, I reach out my handâ
âUh- On this planet, I fell in love without sleeping
I longed for you and hesitated what to do, but from now on, I'll grow up
You, If itâs with you, Iâll dive in without hesitationâ
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Sebek: Kashika
Sebek was the hardest to find for me in the entire list mainly because while he has his own character, he doesnât have too much depth but I tried my best and I think this song fits him the most! This song is powerful, full of willpower and hope towards tomorrow despite the hard, tough times. The song encourages us to keep living, even in the most uncertain moments, you need to cherish each moment of your life as well your living heartbeat, which represents the tenacity and perseverance of life. I feel like the energy as well the meaning of the song fits Sebek a lot overall for his character - with the desire to rise, stand up and protect he always have.
âWhen my quivering voice breathed life into a song,
It was then I realized,
That was the first time my breath could be seen.
They say that in the end, the value of music is subjectiveâ
Well then, I'll sing as I please,
I'll show you the message I want to convey.
I won't despair over
Or be afraid of my mistakes.
They say to "live the right way,"
But I want to fight against that.
My whole life has consisted of "it's my fault."
Even if I'm treated like a fool,
I'll be hurt and I'll hurt others,
I'll live, causing both kindness and injury.
The present I see is everything to me,
So I don't want to cling onto ideals of the past or the future.
Beat, beat, o heart of mine!
It might be unsteady, but even so, this is my pulse.â
the arryn line has died out so many times they always have a backup line ready to be the next arryn, these bitches are just sooooo bad at living. everyoneâs always picking on the starks for getting nearly wiped out but damn ned & cat really hunkered down and repopulated the hell out of the family tree, like the starklings arenât doing that bad, meanwhile you just like, sneeze too hard in the direction of the eyrie and the whole arryn line is on the brink of extinction, but itâs okay, they follow strict osha guidelines in the vale and they have a protocol for this very common scenario
man, imagine just... letting people have their own opinions of gw and not making fun of people who did or didnât enjoy it.
people in this fandom are so aggressive.
you can talk about your opinions and even hate or love as strongly as the human heart allows! just... donât say things like âpeople are stupid for thinking xyzâ. you do realize you may have mutuals or even friends following you that see that and are now apprehensive to talk to you, especially about this game, right? that you might be offending your own friends and acquaintances with insulting terminology and you donât know a friend feels that way because theyâre too anxious to even tell you now because youâve made it clear that you think everyone with xyz opinion is some insulting and hurting term?
itâs one thing to say things like âthis is the best/worst route between both games and I love/hate it more than anythingâ. itâs another to say something like âeveryone who loves/hates gw is an absolute retard who didnât understand claudeâs character in houses in the first place if they loved/hated gwâ.
no, Iâm not quoting anyone specifically, but Iâm trying to iterate to you an example of the sorts of things Iâm seeing people saying as if under the assumption that every single person in their space agrees with them and that theyâre not risking hurting someone with their words.
yeah, you can hate the route or love the route with every fiber of your being. Iâm just personally not sure thatâs worth being hateful toward every single other human being who has the opposite opinion as you, or worth making people apprehensive about checking their social media every day because they follow people who are very likely to insult entire groups of people based on their likes/dislike in a fictional universe.
like, yeah, I didnât enjoy the second half of gw... but you know whatâs cool? Iâm still close friends with someone who liked it and feels the opposite way that I do about the writing and about claude.
why exactly do you dislike generative art so much? i know its been misused by some folks, but like, why blame a tool because it gets used by shitty people? Why not just... blame the people who are shitty? I mean this in genuinely good faith, you seem like a pretty nice guy normally, but i guess it just makes me confused how... severe? your reactions are sometimes to it. There's a lot of nuance to conversation about it, and by folks a lot smarter than I (I suggest checking out the Are We Art Yet or "AWAY" group! They've got a lot on their page about the ethical use of Image generation software by individuals, and it really helped explain some things I was confused about). I know on my end, it made me think about why I personally was so reactive about Who was allowed to make art and How/Why. Again, all this in good faith, and I'm not asking you to like, Explain yourself or anything- If you just read this and decide to delete it instead of answering, all good! I just hope maybe you'll look into *why* some people advocate for generative software as strongly as they do, and listen to what they have to say about things -đŠ
if Ai genuinely generated its own content I wouldn't have as much of a problem with it, however what Ai currently does is scrape other people's art, collect it, and then build something based off of others stolen works without crediting them. It's like. stealing other peoples art, mashing it together, then saying "this is mine i can not only profit of it but i can use it to cut costs in other industries.
this is more evident by people not "making" art but instead using prompts. Its like going to McDonalds and saying "Burger. Big, Juicy, etc, etc" then instead of a worker making the burger it uses an algorithm to build a burger based off of several restaurant's recepies.
example
the left is AI art, the right is one of the artists (Lindong) who it pulled the art style from. it's literally mass producing someone's artstyle by taking their art then using an algorithm to rebuild it in any context. this is even more apparent when you see ai art also tries to recreate artists watermarks and generally blends them together making it unintelligible.
Aside from that theres a lot of other ethical problems with it including generating pretty awful content, including but not limited to cp. It also uses a lot of processing power and apparently water? I haven't caught up on the newer developements i've been depressed about it tbh
Then aside from those, studios are leaning towards Ai generation to replace having to pay people. I've seen professional voice actors complain on twitter that they haven't gotten as much work since ai voice generation started, artists are being cut down and replaced by ai art then having the remaining artists fix any errors in the ai art.
Even beyond those things are the potential for misinformation. Here's an experiment: Which of these two are ai generated?
ready?
These two are both entirely ai generated. I have no idea if they're real people, but in a few months you could ai generate a Biden sex scandal, you could generate politics in whatever situation you want, you can generate popular streamers nude, whatever. and worse yet is ai generated video is already being developed and it doesn't look bad.
I posted on this already but as of right now it only needs one clear frame of a body and it can generate motion. yeah there are issues but it's been like two years since ai development started being taken seriously and we've gotten to this point already. within another two years it'll be close to perfected. There was even tests done with tiktokers and it works. it just fucking works.
There is genuinely not one upside to ai art. at all. it's theft, it's harming peoples lives, its harming the environment, its cutting jobs back and hurting the economy, it's invading peoples privacy, its making pedophilia accessible, and more. it's a plague and there's no vaccine for it. And all because people don't want to take a year to learn anatomy.
PSA: You should question news articles that make you not want to vote
Hey Tumblr friends, but especially young Americans in this, the year of our Lord 2024.
Unfortunately, it is an election year.
Unfortunately, a US election year becomes everyone's problem, and yes everyone else, we are very very sorry that you have to deal with our nonsense.
But in all seriousness, the level of propaganda that's going to be flung around on all sides is going to reach peak levels this year for the English-speaking internet in particular. There's going to be a lot of influence operations, on all sides, and yes including on sides you agree with but they are still influence operations.
Source: I am speaking as a cybersecurity professional who also did a great deal of work in election security.
So, here's what I am going to ask you to do. What I am going to beg you to do: be careful of any article that makes you think there's no point in voting.
That's it. I'm not going to tell you who to vote for, or how to think, or that you should trust or distrust every article out there. I don't care about that. I care about whether or not it makes you think you shouldn't vote.
A lot of influence operations are about making you feel like there's no point. That both sides are just as bad as the other. The the election is falsified. That you can "protest" by not voting (false: you will simply not be counted and your voice will be ignored). All sorts of reasons not to vote.
No matter what you do, what you believe, or who you trust, you really really have to vote this year, and every year, and you need to not listen to articles that say there's no point because among those articles are in fact active foreign influence campaigns trying to promote one side or the other for their own reasons, I am deadly serious right now.
(More context, sources, and examples sources below the cut.)
In 2016, Russian influence operations were focused on tearing down Hillary in order to specifically depress voter turnout among young men of color in the belief that this would help Trump get elected.
From the article: "âBuried literally in the middle of the indictment is a paragraph that should jar every American committed to the long fight for voting rights,â Anders wrote in a statement. âThe Russians allegedly masqueraded as African-American and American Muslim activists to urge minority voters to abstain from voting in the 2016 election or to vote for a third-party candidate.â
This is the flavor of influence campaign that has been proven, that does exist, and is the sort of thing that does numbers here on Tumblr.
Things like the situation in Gaza, for example, are incredibly fraught situations. Articles don't even need to lie about facts on the ground there to make people feel hopeless and angry. Again, I am not telling you who to trust or not trust when it comes to news sources. But if an article about this event, for examples, makes you think or even outright tells you, "There's no point to voting, both sides are awful, I just shouldn't bother." You need to pause and at least consider that this might be an influence operation. You need to think critically. You need to check sources. You need to think about the world you want to live in, to vote for, and who might not want that world to happen for any variety of reasons.
Protesting by failing to vote isn't a real thing.
Old politicians ignoring young voters because they famously do not bother to vote is absolutely 100% a real thing. It is why so many policies that are popular with young people are low priority for politicians: they are not afraid of losing the young vote because no one plans on having it in the first place when it's never there in big enough numbers to matter.
So please, please, read what you want. Believe what you want. Follow your heart and your brain and whatever other organ you want to think with. I'm not here to tell you who is right, wrong, trustworthy, good, or bad. I'm just here to tell you that despite all of that, whatever you read, you must vote in your elections, no matter where you are in the world and you must not listen to voices that tell you not to as a protest.
Iâm on the second episode of My Adventures With Superman and I KNOW I know, this deserves to be Clarkâs show, BUT HEAR ME OUT A SECOND.
Imagine the Waynes didnât die and Thomas is trying DESPERATELY to buy the Daily Planet from White, but to absolutely no avail.
âFor the last time, Wayne, you can have this company when the Gotham Knights win a Stanley Cup.â
âYâall cheated last year and you KNOW it, White! Come on! We knew each other for 20 yearsââ
âNot true.â
âYou gotta have ONE nice thing to say about me! You saw my charity records? My trip to the Amazon? I found a goddam dinosaur, for Peteâs sake!â
âAnd you sent it to the Gotham museum.â
ââŠWell yeah, it looked real pretty.â
âLook, Wayne. I can either give your ego the stroke of the century, or keep Lane and those two idiot interns in check, but I canât do both. Now get out of here, orââ
Clark clearing his throat, holding two cups of coffee in his comically large hands, âUh, the coffee machine broke, so I had to run to the store. Is this a bad time?â
Thomas whistling, because what the FUCK. âChrist, boy, how tall are you? How tall is he, White? You a security guard? You WANNA be a security guard?â
âUh, Clark Kent. Idiot intern,â Clark introduced himself politely despite Perryâs grumbling.
Needless to say, Thomas Wayne isâŠIntimidating.
âIâve heard about your research on metahuman physics, Mr. Wayne. Itâs brilliant.â
âOh, that? That was all my boy, really. Heâs got all these ideas about reinventing the healthcare system for everybody or something like that. Hell, he wants to invent some bandaids for that Superman fella. â
âThat,â Clark blinked, âActually sounds amazing.â
âRight?. The other day he came to me like, âCan I have 30,000 for a research expedition?â You shouldâve seen him in his little lab coat, â cutest thing. Hold on, I have pictures.â
Clark expected a particularly eccentric 10 year not, not a â gorgeousâ adult man in what looked to be a great amount of eyeliner and one hell of a scowl. âHeâsâŠâ gorgeous, âHe seems interesting.â
âAinât he? You should meet him sometime. Hates talking to the press, but, Iâm sure we can arrange something. â
âGood luck with that. I tried interviewing the kid alone for 10 minutes and Mr. Wayne here kept getting in the way. Probably because he has something to hide.â
âBruce ainât really made for the camera, so I had to step in, ya know how it is. He ainât really the independent kind.â Thomas shrugs. âI know, I know, â you gotta leave em to fly sometimes, and while I bet heâd look cute tryinâ,â
Thomas chuckles, but it doesnât sound amusing. At all. âNo bird leaves MY nest.â
â
Clark finds out why Perry canât prove Thomas Wayne is Batman. Itâs because heâs wrong. Heâs listened to Batmanâs heartbeat before. And Thomas doesnât stutter.
With how shitty my life is rn, I keep having these depressive episodes. Turns out my depressive episodes breed fluff
Max's six year old son has just started karting and his wife has to take him. Boy oh boy, does he miss his wife and son.
"So, Max, can we expect to see your little one around the paddock today?"
Ever since the day he was born, Fabian Verstappen had been seen with his parents around the Formula One paddock. He was always smiling and waving at those he knew and those he didn't. Fabian Verstappen was the happiest boy around.
Max was very proud of his boy. He showed him off to whoever he could. When he was young, he sat on Max's hip while he completed interviews and such.
Fabian was Max's number one supporter (Tied only by Max's wife and Fabians mother, Y/N. She followed him around the world three times before agreeing to marry him. It was a year long engagement, and in that time Y/N found out she was pregnant. They managed to keep it hidden until after their wedding, although Y/N did have to get a dress that better fit her bump).
There was a year between Fabian being born and him being able to attend his first race. Christian was happy to get him fitted out in Red bull Racing merchandise. He got his own little hat and a too large Red bull shirt with a thirty three on it (Max had lost that years championship. Red bull had won the constructors but Max had just missed out on the WDC. Red bull had worked out the kinks in the car and Max was bound to win this year, just as he had the previous year).
This year was the first year Fabian and Y/N weren't there to cheer Max on. And interviewers certainly picked up on it.
"Uh, no," Max answered when they asked about Fabian. "He and my wife are at a karting event right now."
The interviewer gave him a nod. "Following in your footsteps perhaps?"
Letting out a laugh, Max nodded his head. "We can only hope," he said.
"Do you think we'll be seeing him in a Red bull Racing suit in the next fifteen years?"
Again, Max nodded his head. "If he's anything like his dad, he'll be in a Red bull Racing suit before that," he said and adjusted the cap on his head.
Max left the interview and checked his phone. As much as he wanted Fabian and Y/N at his race, he knew how important karting was to his son.
Max has always been Fabian's hero. His first full sentence was 'I wanna be like daddy'. Max and Y/N did whatever they could to make Fabian's dream come true.
The one thing Fabian wanted but he couldn't have was to have his daddy at his karting races, watching him. There had been a lot of screaming and crying while Max and Y/N tried to explain to him why his father couldn't be there.
But Fabian had made friends at his Karting matches. He and the other kids he had raced against got along like peas in a pod. Fabian's first ever play date was with his karting friends. Some of them had been sat with their eyes and mouths wide open while Max brought them juice. They couldn't believe he, their hero and favourite driver, was Fabian's dad.
Max pulled out his phone and checked his messages. Nothing from his wife yet, but Fabian's race should have been done, he realised when he checked the time.
Dialling her number, Max pressed his phone to his ear.
It took Y/N a moment to pick up. "Hey handsome," she said in a chipper voice when she picked up the phone. Her voice was distant and slightly distorted, and Max realised she was in the car.
"Hello, Liefje. How's our little racer?" He asked her.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Came Fabian's voice. "I won! I won! I won!" He shouted.
Well, that answered Max's question. His cheeks were warm as he smiled, listening to his son. "Ik ben zo trots op je, mijn jongen. Ik kan niet wachten om jullie twee weer te zien!" (I'm so proud of you, my boy. I can't wait to see you too again!)
There was a moment before Fabian responded. He was fluent in English and French, but he was only good at Dutch. It still took him some time before he could work out what Max was saying and respond.
"Papa, ik... heb een... trofee." (Daddy, I got a trophy.)
There was a certain sense of joy that filled Max whenever Fabian answered him in Dutch. "Fabi, make sure mommy sends me a picture of your trophy," he said.
"I will do, Maxy," Y/N responded for the little boy. "Fabi, what do we say to papa?"
Again, Fabian was quiet for a moment. "Oh!" He suddenly cried from the back of the car. "Good luck with your race, Papa! Maybe you can win like me!"
The Verstappens laughed.
"Good luck, Max. Call me after you've won."
"I will, Liefje. I love you."
"I love you too."
Max hung up the phone after that. He his qualifying to get ready for. As he got ready, though, he spent the entire time thinking about his wife and son. He checked his phone constantly, waiting for Y/N to send over the picture of Fabian and his trophy.
No father had ever been prouder of his little boy than Max. Fabian was his everything and he couldn't wait to see him in the big leagues. Who knows, maybe Max would still be racing alongside him. Maybe he'd have Horner's job, team principle of Red bull Racing while his son raced as their number one driver.
No matter what, Max would always be Fabian's number one supporter.
wait imagine rafeâs reaction when shy!reader is talking (for once) and his friends start interrupting her and her words slowly die out, or even as a shy girl i always get self conscious when it looks like people arenât paying attention to what iâm saying so i just stop talking at allđ which i feel shy!reader would do with rafe.
this was the sweetest prompt ever for these two ⥠i completely feel the same way have always been like that too! my favorite thing in the world is asking people to finish their stories after someone else interrupts or remembering where they left off. small angelic behaviors!
"-and it's about two brothers, um, it follows the idea of cain and abel through different generations, so it's the brothers and then his sons, but-"
you're perched next to rafe, one of his hands around your waist keeping you in place, the other around his beer. he takes a sip, looking down at you talk about the book you were reading.
kelce had asked, and rafe is glad he did. you're too shy for your own good, clamming up around everyone. he wants to make you comfortable around his friends, at the very least. it's been going well so far, while you ask questions to them over sips of lemonade and reply thoughtfully when they answer.
you're interrupted by topper and the girl he's picked up ever since he stopped chasing after sarah.
"sounds like an english class book," topper comments.
"those books were always so boring. remember that one about the guy and the eyes-" his new girlfriend continues.
"i need another beer. kelce, need one?" topper asks, and you fall silent, curling up further next to rafe. he looks down at you, wondering why you're not continuing. you're quiet, leaning your head on his shoulder and playing with the hem of your dress.
they're talking about beer and classes now, even kelce sucked into the conversation. rafe doesn't like that, not at all, not the way your excitement faded away the second they stopped paying attention, the way topper interrupted, the shit they're talking about now instead of getting to know you, especially when you had listened to them so attentively.
"top, shut the fuck up. and stop cutting my girl off." they go quiet at once. you can hear your heart thudding in your chest. you look up at rafe surprised that he said anything. "keep goin', kid. so they're brothers?"
when it's just the two of you later that night, you hug rafe tight, pressing your head into his check and staying like that for minutes, feeling him rub your back and kiss your forehead, before pulling you away by your neck.
pup play doesnât have to be a partnered activity and solo play can be EXTREMELY fulfilling. you deserve to explore your headspace đ«¶đ«¶ i have another post for more general tips for feeling more puppy, you can check that out here, a lot of things on there are ALSO applicable for solo pups.
warning, this is not for puppy regressors!! this is an nsfw post and probably not safe for u if you regress while online. stay safe, sfw puppies.
i would recommend checking out the above post if you want more details on the following: playing fetch alone, puppy snacks, & oral fixation!! all those things can help a LOT for solo pups but since i already went into so much detail previously, this post will have its own unique set of tips. iâm a puppy & i own a puppy sub so im super smart and you should listen 2 me!!!!
đŸ eating from a dog bowl can help a lot!! but even if that is inaccessible or not to your taste, you can just sit/lay on your tummy on the ground and eat small snacks from a plate. be careful of choking if you choose to lay!!
đŸ make little pup noises!! if you feel yourself going nonverbal and youâre in a place where youâre safe and comfy and have the time, lean into it. make little âhmphâ noises when youâre confused, little squeaks when youâre excited, whine and pant, do all the things!! these can be used both sexually and nonsexually. it should come naturally if itâs gonna happen but thereâs nothing wrong with doing it on purpose to get the ball rolling.
đŸ you can either invest in a large dog bed OR you can make a little nest of pillows and blankets.
đŸ being on all fours, sitting on the floor, & laying on your tummy are wonderful. inaccessible?? thatâs okay!! these are enhancers, not necessities.
đŸ ALL you need for this is a bedroom and some random items. find some things (bad options are things like keys, lighters, phones, anything you use super frequently) to hide and go find again. the more space you have the better but even in smaller spaces, it can be VERY fun to lean into.
đŸ tilt your head in confusion, nudge and âpawâ at things, nip and bite at things (safely, clean things, nothing that could hurt you or that you could choke on).
đŸ if you can afford it, invest in a knot style toy. it can help a lot in feeling like youâre small getting used by a bigger dog if thatâs your thing. toys with suction cups are amazing too, the less you have to work, the better!!
đŸ do NOT be afraid to use pup centered asmr. itâs available on many many places but most accessibly, youtube & soundgasm through the site flaru. its not cringe, its not silly, it can be rlly good for the headspace. if youâre not sure if youâll like it, give it a go!! why not??
đŸ invest in dog toys if you can!! make sure to clean them thoroughly before putting them in your mouth, stored r nasty, donât use any that an actual dog has used only use fresh ones. if you canât do that, chewelry, largely available on etsy and marketed for sensory issues (which yes, it does work for as well) is a really nice & discreet option.
đŸ go to town if you have a PRIVATE back yard!! run around!! have the zoomies!! chase toys (do not put them in your mouth if youâre playing outside)!! just have a good time.
đŸ press your nose against the window and watch the birds & squirrels & any other animals outside!!
đŸ overstimulation!! itâs rlly good, lose yourself, donât stop until you canât take it anymore. silly pups need to get fucked stupid.
đŸ slobber on toys (of the sfw AND nsfw variety), suck your fingers, get messy eating a popsicle or something similar. spit can be VERY puppy if you can handle the mess
thatâs all for now, silly pups!! have fun, play safe, be kind to yourself, and remember that all of us puppies are different and unique. what makes one person feel puppy might not make the next person feel puppy. figure out what works for YOU. being puppy is an independent journey đđŠŽđŸđŸ
I'm going to throw my two cents in to the conversation about why James Somerton didn't get caught earlier. Part of the answer is of course that he did get caught, he just bullied and lied to get away with it for a while, but I know a lot of people still express confusion. And of course he went out of his way to make sure his audience didn't know about other queer history sources other than himself. But still. How could he have so many viewers of his videos and none of them had seen X source material?
Well. To be blunt, most of his videos were pretty basic. He tended to copy the highlights of what he was plagiarizing, not the really advanced stuff. And insofar as he copied the advanced stuff, he had a tendency to chop it up and serve it out of context alongside other plagiarized work. The material he was presenting was revolutionary to an audience unfamiliar with queer history, but like. I'm guessing 'Disney villains are queer coded' is not exactly a new concept to the kind of people who read multiple books about queer coding in film.
Now I'm not a film studies person, I'm a physicist. But you know what I do when I get a video in my YouTube recommendations about some fairly basic physics concept?
I skip it. No shade to the creator, but like. I hit that topic a decade ago and I've added literally thousands of hours of studying and research to my brain since. I'm just going to give it a pass, all right?
These kinds of videos self-select for an audience which isn't going to be familiar with the source material. The people who know it are unlikely to keep listening after the first minute or so.
And you've got to remember how much of this content the experts have consumed! With very few exceptions for weird little things that stuck in my head after all these years, I would probably not notice a physics explanation plagiarized from one of my textbooks! Not because I wasn't intimately acquainted with the textbook, but because I was intimately acquainted with many such textbooks. Spend enough time learning this stuff and it all blurs together a little bit. Does this explanation sound familiar because you've heard it before, or because you've just read books which cover this specific topic seven different times? And does that wording or that example ring a bell because it's plagiarized, or because it's common to the field?
Catching this kind of plagiarism requires having the kind of people who are already familiar with these sources, and therefore uninterested in video summaries on the topic, to watch the video. And among those people who do, it requires them to match Somerton's words to one specific source on the topic out of many, that they probably read quite some time ago. And then you have the filter of how many of those subject matter experts have the source on hand to check, to turn a vague "...hmm" into something solid.
If you know enough about queer history to say that some of his plagiarism was obvious, now that you've watched the video, then you should remember that there is a reason you probably weren't one of the people watching his videos! And because YouTube promotes videos through algorithmic engagement, none of this stuff has to pass the sniff test for any other expert in the field before it gets released. No experts have to like it for it to get published or for it to get good reviews or for it to get a recommendation in, I don't know, the New York Times.
The only people who have to like the videos for them to get traction are people who are just trying to learn introductory queer history and film theory. The exact people who aren't going to notice this. And for those of you who to whom it is obvious, ask yourself. When was the last time you watched a basic level queer history introduction on YouTube?
Summary:Â You thought that Luke Castellan, your best friend, did not reciprocate your feelings for him. To cope, you wrote letters addressed to him and kept them in a box. What happens when one of your sisters finds it? Inspired by 'To All the Boys I've Loved Before'Â (fluff, best friends to lovers; you thought it was unreciprocated feelings, happy ending).
Note: Ahh, I'm so happy the show got renewed for season 2.
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You were deeply convinced your fate was tied to one with eternal lovelorn.Â
Three years ago, you arrived at Camp Half-Blood and settled into the Hermes cabin before you were claimed by your Godly parent. It was there that you met Luke Castellan - one of your soon-to-be best friends. Though, you knew you were doomed from your first glance into his eyes. Then came his friendly smile and an offer of a handshake, where his hand engulfed yours.
At first, you thought that silly little crush would dissipate. But over time, as you became close friends with the Hermes cabin counselor, you were almost convinced he was faultless. You seemed to adore every little thing about him. Along with the fondness that grew in your heart was also self-pity. At one point, even looking at him hurt because you knew he did not return your feelings.
Hence, the letters.
In between your memories of Luke were letters you wrote throughout those years just to cope with the unreciprocated feeling. It was painful, but what else could you do? You truly believed confessing would put your friendship at risk. Neither did you feel like dealing with the heartache of a rejection. So you never uttered any of your feelings to him, continuing to imprint it on lined papers instead.
You scowled as the pen you were using ran out of ink, leaving the latest edition of unspoken words unfinished. Wordlessly, you fold the incomplete letter into an envelope and shove it into the turquoise box you bought while returning from a quest once. You neatly put the box under your bed.
âY/N, itâs time to head out,â one of your sisters repeated. Two minutes ago, people were starting to leave, so those on cleaning duties could clean up your cabin. Since you were mid-writing, you hastily asked for a few more seconds. Now, you were the only one left besides two of your sisters.
âYes, sorry,â you quickly muttered, exiting the cabin and almost immediately bumped into Luke. âHey, what are you doing here?â you asked.
âIâm here for you. I thought we should hang out,â Luke answered ever so casually. Yet, your heart swelled at the thought that he was there for you. Before you could reply, you two were interrupted by another camper, who told you that one of your other best friends needed you and that it was an emergency.
âIâm so sorry, weâre gonna have to take a rain check on that hangout,â you informed Luke. You slowly started walking backward and away from him. âIâll see you later, though?â
âYeah, donât worry about it. Come find me whenever youâre done, yeah?â Luke requested, hoping to spend time with you later. His soft look made you pause mid-step, almost as if your foot had been cemented to the stones beneath. You nodded absentmindedly before snapping out of that state to comfort your friend.
After two hours of listening to your friend and comforting them, you finally left their cabin to search for Luke, who previously told you to find him after. However, around half an hour later, you slowly gave up at the thought of doing so, feeling almost defeated.
As you turned to head back to your cabin, you spotted the Hermes counselor exiting his. You called out his name, watching his back stiffen before he turned to you. You ignored the odd behavior and recalled, âIâm free now if youâre down to hang out.â
âIâm so sorry, but Iâm really busy right now.â
âUhm, well, I guess Iâll just meet you at our spot whenever youâre done then?â you suggested. You and Luke fell into a routine of star-gazing every night.
Laying under the dark sky that painted your whole horizon often made you feel small. But something about that was so calming, especially considering most of the time, you were suffocated by the weight and duties of being a Demigod. You wondered if it was the moment or if it was Lukeâ presence that aided your momentary peace.
âI really, really canât tonight, I have a lot of things to do.â
âOh⊠thatâs okay. Iâll see you around?â you replied, watching as Luke fidgeted and gulped while attempting to look normal. It was futile, really, because being best friends meant you could sense when the slightest thing was even off. He nodded, and you retreated to your cabin with thoughts swirling in your head.
Then came the next few torturous and confusing days. For the last two years, Luke would always approach you - almost daily, and vice versa. Being best friends with Luke has been wonderful. Every day together felt like a blessing.
Now, it seemed almost like he was avoiding you. He would find a new excuse whenever you approached. He wouldnât even look in your direction. Yesterday, you made eye contact with him, and he turned away abruptly, facing his back towards you.
You had enough after day three. You went to your cabin after dinner and reached under your bed with one hand. You did not want to, but this would perhaps be your first-ever letter of anguish about Luke Castellan.
The boxâŠwhere is the box?
You peered under your bed, mouth hanging open when your eyes could not spot it either. You looked up and around, hoping maybe you had misplaced it somewhere, even though part of you knew you had put it under your bed. You have always done so.
âHey, have you seen a turquoise box?â you asked your sister as she walked by.
âOh, the rectangle one, about this big?â your sister reconfirmed, using her hand to show you the size she indicated.
âYes, that one.â
âOh, I gave it to Luke.â
âWhat?â
âYeah, I was cleaning the cabin three days ago, accidentally knocked it over and saw letters addressed to him. He was right by the door, so I thought maybe I should just deliver them to him.â
Blood drained from your face, and your heart plummeted. Anything else your sister seemed to be talking about started sounding like murmurs, and you could not focus on a word she was saying. Your worst nightmare seemed to have arrived. Somehow, your friendship with him had ended without you knowing. No wonder he has been avoiding you these past few days. He has read them all.
âI need to go,â you quickly muttered, storming out of your cabin. You could feel your body slightly shaking from the panic. No amount of Demigod training had prepared you for moments like these. Then you saw Luke walking over youâŠwith the box in his hands. You took a deep breath and practically forced your voice box to work.
âListen, Lukeââ
âI didnât think youâd buy birthday gifts that early, Y/N,â he interrupted.
âWhat?â you questioned and observed the sweet smile gracing his Adonis-like face.
âThis?â he gestured to the box. âYour sister gave it to me and said it was from you. Though I thought I should give it back âcause itâs not my birthday yet, you might have wanted to give it to me yourself.â
âOhâŠâ it was the only thing you could utter as it dawned on you what he had perceived the situation as. âWait, so you havenât opened it?â you clarified.
âNope.â
â...So weâre ok?â
âYeah, why wouldnât we be?â your mouth hung slightly agape at his words. As you scrunch your eyebrows, you could see how his fingers fidget somewhat, almost as if he could tell you would bring his odd behavior up.
âYouâve been acting really odd the last few days, Luke. It had me worried. I thought I did something wrong. It seems like you were avoiding me.â
âI was just really busy with counselor duties,â he dismissed it. However, something about it made you a bit hesitant to believe his words. You did it anyway, nevertheless. You blamed it on your stupid heart.
âYeah, butââ you stopped, not wanting to stir anything. âOk then, Iâm going to put this away, but Iâll see you later, yeah? Maybe we can finally not rain check again?â You hated how hopeful you sounded. Youâre glad that the sun had set a few minutes ago, blessing you with enough degree of darkness to hide your facial expressions from being as evident as they would be in daylight.
âOf course, Iâll see you later, Y/N,â despite the dark and only dim lights from nearby, you noticed there was something different about him. Luke was wearing a nervous smile, almost sheepish like a schoolboy. There was a glimmer of amazement in his eyes like he was in disbelief. Though it was definitely overpowered by a glaring degree of warmth. He was looking at you like all those writers have written down in the books you have read before - something along the lines of adoration and love.
You shook those thoughts away again, refusing to somehow fool yourself into believing he could reciprocate those feelings.
âYeah, see you,â you muttered, hand gripping tightly on the box as you took it from his hold. As soon as you reached your cabin, you opened the box to peer inside. You immediately sighed in relief upon seeing the copious amount of letters with your handwriting on them, all with Lukeâs name on the front.
However, your eyes landed on one unfamiliar one. It had your name on it, written in a familiar wonky handwriting that you have always found endearing.
You sat on your bed, taking the letter out delicately, almost in disbelief. Then, dread overtook any other emotion. Was this Lukeâs way of letting you down easy? By pretending to not have read any of your letters and rejecting you through the form that you express your love to him? â you had to physically shake your head at that thought.
You took the letter out of its envelope and started reading:Â
âDear Y/N,
This is probably the 40th time I tried writing this letter. It feels impossible to try and convey everything onto one piece of paper.
You deserve someone to at least view you as their muse rather than always being the writer.Â
Hence why, for the past few days, I had to physically drag myself away from you every time you tried approaching me because I knew if I didnât, I would just end up spilling my feelings out right then. I knew if I even looked at you, I would have just abandoned this letter idea and run to you. You should have seen me yesterday. When we made eye contact, I had to turn away from you because having the knowledge of you liking me back was enough to knock all the air out of my lungs. I was a flustered mess from just that eye contact.
I doubt my words could rival what you have written about me. You once wrote how it hurts to love someone this much and to always be the poet but never the poem. Well, Iâd like to thank you for making me your poems. However, now it is your turn. Allow me to be your poet.
You occupy my mind like itâs your castle. If I had to name everything I love about you, this letter would never end. But for starters, here are some of the first times:
The first time Chiron introduced you to the Hermes cabin, I could not take my eyes off you. Chris had to nudge me away. Just from that alone, a part of me knew I was in trouble. I think I came to the conclusion that I did not want to hold anybody elseâs hand after just shaking yours.
2.5 years back during a campfire in June, even when the fire had died and the air grew cold, our voices still filled the air. Conversations just flow when I am with you. I remember never wanting that moment to end. Then you started talking about constellations and told me about the ones above us. Right there and then was the first time I had the urge to kiss you, and to show you that I was just as obsessed with you as you were with stars.
The first time I realized I was in love with you was while coming back from a quest 2 years ago. I remember feeling so numb coming back. The world almost seemed monotone, and I wondered for a second, what if I had made one wrong move? Just as I returned to camp, you bolted and hugged me. Somehow, it felt like I had just taken my first bit of fresh air after drowning for so long. I vividly recall shutting my eyes as I hugged you back because I felt like I was finally home. I remember never wanting to be away or out of your hold as others approached and rushed to get me into the infirmary for checkups.
It was only when I was lying on the infirmary bed that it hit me like a train that lost control. A large proportion of why I fought so hard was to come back to you. Youâre my best friend, Y/N, and my place of solace and peace. Then came the realization that I was in love with you. I remember everybody elseâs voice drowning out as I focused on that thought. It was strangely calming, as if my heart had known all along but was waiting for my head to catch up. Then I remember just smiling as I looked at the ceiling, unafraid of the new feeling.
Last year, the day we went on a quest together lapsed with Valentineâs Day. Every moment felt extra sweet. Us sitting on the train, staring outside the window together like a couple going on a trip. My mind savoured the small things like you falling asleep on my shoulder with my coat around you and us holding hands as we walked through the crowd to not get lost among couples - which I like to imagine that others had thought we were one as well. It was the first time I allowed myself to pretend this is how it would feel like if you were mine and how our lives together would be if we were not Demigods.
I thought for sure you would have realized something by the way I was staring and acting around you that I was irrevocably in love with you. After reading your letters, I realized that you did see it. But you refused to believe that I could ever be in love with you. Well, I hope my letters will reverse all your doubts, because Y/N, it is so easy to fall in love with you.Â
In fact, the world I built up in my head during last yearâs quest had consumed my thoughts enough to make me frown at the idea of returning to camp, where it would not just be the two of us anymore. Loving you has never been something I was afraid of. Loving you has been an honour every single day, even if you never knew of it.Â
Itâs also somewhat funny that I was heavily lovesick while you were lovelorn. But I promise, Y/N, that from this second on, I intend to make you know that you are loved and that I am so deeply in love with you.
Again, I never intended for you to wait for three days, but I ended up throwing away every letter I started because I felt like none had suffice. I didnât want to mess it up and give you something less than you deserved. I wanted to do something nice for you. I promise Iâll make it up for those three days if you allow me to. But one chance is all I need.
If you are willing to give me that chance, you know where to find me.
Sincerely,
Luke Castellanâ
Upon reading his last words, you immediately left your cabin with the letter in hand. You jogged to the spot where the two of you would always meet to stargaze together. Almost instantly, you saw his tall figure under the moonlight. As if he could sense your presence, the Hermes boy turned around and gave you a sweet smile.
âYou meant it?â you asked as you raised the letter up, slowly approaching him.
âEvery single word, including all the unspoken ones I intend on telling you from now on,â the way he said it felt like he was swearing it on his own heart. âIn fact, I would have written more down, but I knew I was keeping you waiting for too long,â he explained as you stopped right before him.
Something about this moment felt cathartic. Three years of dancing around unspoken words and yearning led to this moment. Luke grabbed your hand and rubbed his thumb over your knuckle. You peered up at him, and it was then that you finally accepted what his looks meant: he was in love with you, and there was no doubt about that. There was no more denial on your end that Luke Castellan was enamored with you.
âWill you let me be your poet, Y/N?â he breathlessly referenced the words you and him had both previously written like he had been waiting for this for a lifetime.
âOf course,â you answered almost without hesitation, watching his eyes soften even more, if possible.
âIs it ok if I ask you another question?â he asked again, his other hand caressing your cheek.
âYeah?â Your face flushed as you saw his brown eyes dart to your lips.
âCan I kiss you?â
This time, you didnât say anything. Youâve written down way too many words in the past three years. You decided actions would speak louder in this case. So you pulled Luke down by his camp necklace, hands gripping the beads on it as you tiptoed up to reach his lips.Â
Luke physically melted as he brought one hand to your waist to hold you up as he leaned down from the height difference. Everything Luke had imagined before could not match the kiss he was finally sharing with you - the kiss that seemed to seal his lips into a spell that would forever leave them unable to belong to anyone else. It felt like heaven and hell combined because he knew that this was going to ruin him forever, and every second he spent with his eyes shut would be one where he had this feeling and moment sown behind his eyelids.Â
You had the same line of thoughts. The wait was long, but you felt like it was worth it. Under the stars, you may feel small. But standing there next to Luke, you finally realize it doesnât matter. Because he was holding you like you were the only thing that mattered.
You were his sun, moon, and everything in between - no constellations could ever measure to you.