#space band helpers

[iwatanaomi-fanblog]

Naomi Iwata's (deleted) old tweets on Twitter in 2015.

Iwata's old avatar, Empty Cat appearance used to have red color before his color was changed to blue.

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(Disclaimer: I used DeepL for translation. Sometimes it may be not correct, feel free to make proper translations.)

#naomi iwata #gregory horror show #pancoo of the treats forest #empty cat #space band helpers #cupit #iwatanaomi characters #lost and found media

[raytorosaurus]

I hope it’s okay to ask you but you seem to know everything about MCR so you might know. But I read recently that they were the designated bbq band on their first Warped in 2004 so they had to cook for everyone. Have you ever heard of that being the case? It just feels like a weird thing, with Ray apparently being a hermit in the bus and Frank being vegetarian and Gerard being blackout the whole time. I can’t imagine Mikey or Matt Pelissier holding down the fort.

haha yeah apparently so! warped tour was designed to be as efficient to run as possible because its primary purpose was to book up-and-coming bands and put them out there. it had a lot of weird components as a result - e.g. the sheer number of bands and locations, cheap tickets and free tickets for parents, and a constantly changing lineup schedule so attendees couldn't plan their day in advance around specific artists (so the artists were on a more ~equal footing and to encourage ppl to show up when the gates opened and stay all day). it was also notoriously gruelling and uncomfortable for the bands - really demanding schedule, no showers, etc etc.

so one of the things it did (along with showcasing local acts at each location) was invite a "bbq band" to join the tour for free and play every day if they helped run the nightly bbq that fed all the musicians. according to this podcast (around 17 mins in, but the whole episode is a short and really interesting listen, i recommend it!), mcr were that band in 2004 (they were only on the first half of the tour tho, june 25-july 18,24). i'm not sure exactly what his source is but he seems to know his stuff, and i'm almost positive i've heard gerard refer to it in an interview at some stage, though i can't remember when 😭. anyway, that doesn't mean they fully ran the bbq and were the only staff - they were just helpers! warped had a catering company and served a truly enormous amount of food every day, and apparently the artist's bbq was something like 300 hot dogs, 300 burgers, and 100 veggie burgers a night (all from that podcast). mcr definitely wouldn't have been doing that on their own, they were probably just helping out hahaha.

anyway, this was all in 2004, when the lineup included thursday, the used, tbs, coheed and cambria, the bouncing souls, etc. so revenge had only been out for like a month and they didn't have their own bus yet - i'm like 80% sure they stayed on senses fail's bus that tour, but i can't remember which one of them said that or where haha (they definitely shared a bus directly afterwards as they toured back towards nj).

after that is when they went to japan, came back, fired otter, and filmed inok, and went back on tour with bob and face to face all in the space of 2 weeks. that tour is when their van finally broke down for good and they got on their first own tour bus at the end of it.

the more ~famous mcr warped tour is 2005, which is the one with fob etc. i haven't seen lotms in a while but i actually assumed the bit where ray said he'd been a total hermit in the back of the bus was from that 05 tour, because that's the one they had the bus studio where he spent a lot of time writing parade demos. either way, he might not have been partying and socialising a whole lot, but i'm sure he would've sown up to bbq duty anyway! it was their free ticket, after all.

#sorry this is. wayyyy too much information i had to stop myself there bc i was about to keep going SJDKGLJSDLGDS #2004 was crazy man. the bus breakdown timeline is wild i wanna make a proper post about that bc. and i hate that i know this. #cortez got the details wrong HAHAHAHA #anyway yes it's okay to ask me this stuff my favourite thing is collecting facts and trivia and dates <3 sjfkldjsl #answered #mcr history #revenge #warped 04 #** #if anyone knows the interviews i'm talking about plssss lmk 😭

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [38]

chapter thirty-eight, act five: the ballad of me and my brain

masterlist

June 3rd 2017

The little sparkly silver birthday hat sits crooked on Tommie’s head, her freshly cut short hair in a mess and her bangs are fluffed out of control. There’s silver sparkles on her forehead, catching the light alongside the beads of sweat on her forehead.

She’s wearing her beat up skeleton cowboy boots, a pair of shorts and a new sparkly waistcoat George got her for her birthday. 

Her cheeks are flushed but her tipsy smile drops when the door finally swings open, “Matt?”

“Finally!” He complains, pushing his way into the house Adam had rented in Ohio for her birthday, where her surprise birthday party was being held, “Where’s Adam?”

“Um, kitchen, I think….”

He nods, not saying much else, her eyes focus on the burnt out joint he’d dropped and she steps on it quickly before following him inside.

“You’re late.” Carly says, back of her hand hitting Matty’s shoulder as he grabs a glass to fill it with water, tipping it all down himself as he starts downing it. His white 

“Late to what,” He looks around leaning against the kitchen counter, “Why’s there so many people in the house right now?”

Carly steps back, then she reaches forward, hand grasping his chin as she opens up his eyes, “Are you high right now?”

“Just on weed.”

She shakes her head and pushes him to the side, “Are you serious?”

“It’s just weed, Carly, calm down. Where’s Adam?”

“Upstairs, I think, getting Tommie’s bir-”

“Great, cheers.” He says before heading for the stairs, almost hitting Tommie over as he passes her.

She leans back so he can pass, brows raised as she meets Carly in the kitchen, “What’s he doing here?”

She crosses her arms and looks back at the door as Carly sighs slowly, “He was supposed to be here hours ago.”

Her head snaps to Carly, her hat falling off her head, being caught by the string which makes it hand around her neck, “You invited him?”

Carly reaches out to fix the hat, brushing her bangs down and then fixing her hair, “Adam invited him. Like two weeks ago ‘cause he was moping around.”

Tommie picks at the skin on her fingernails and sighs, she leans back against the counter with her arms crossed, staring into space and hoping Matty will stay away from her.

The past few months since the Brits have been hell, touring around but feeling completely alone. Of course she had the guys, but only Ross knew what had happened that night, and even he didn’t know everything.

Caleb has stayed away, they’ve been in the same room maybe once since it happened, Gabby had come to tour but she and Matty had gotten hotel rooms and travelled separately leaving the others on the bus.

That’s when Tommie felt like she could breathe again, one less person made the metal container much more bearable to be in.

And now, on this night dedicated to her- something she would’ve hated four years ago if it wasn’t for Matty building up her birthday tolerance- she’d felt the happiest she’d been in months, maybe even years.

With Carly following her around with extra drinks and Adam giving her a slice of pizza every time her hand was empty.

Even Button had been making her feel special by cleaning up her own toys (she didn’t want any of the strangers to steal them so she hid them in different places around the house).

There’s not too many people here, the band and their girlfriends, Jamie and his missus, Denise and Louis had flown over too, some tour helpers and a few other people. Phoebe had sent about ten thousand messages apologising that she couldn’t make it after receiving an invite from Adam.

There’s no Caleb, no Gabby. And until now there had been no Matty.

She sips from her drink again and Carly leans forward to adjust the party hat on her head when it starts slipping again, “Just ignore him, he’s come to see Adam, will probably leave after that.”

She nods with a quiet sigh but quickly smiles when Rome calls her over to ask about one of the presents she’d received. 

It’s much later when Matty returns, she hadn’t even realised he’d come back downstairs but a loud racket from the kitchen only she seems to hear has her coming face to face with him.

There’s around three or four smashed glasses on the floor, Matty’s left hand is cut to pieces but he doesn’t seem to mind as he continues to fix himself a drink.

“Matt?”

He looks up, eyes squinting as he leans towards her to see who it is better, “Oh, hey.”

“Oh, hey?”

“Hello, Thomas, such a fine night tisn’t it?”

She rolls her eyes at his sarcasm and leaves the kitchen to head for the bathroom upstairs where Adam had made very clear to everyone is the place he’d stored the first aid kit that they usually keep tucked away on the bus. He’d made the purchase a few shows back when George had cut his finger when trying to make dinner as the bus was moving.

When she returns he’s sipping from the glass and she shakes her head asking him to come with her, “Why?”

“Just… please?”

That’s all it takes, he’s following her into the quiet hallway, and down the little steps out to the porch.

He has many things on the tip of his tongue ready to say but keeps his mouth shut when she forces him to sit.

She sits beside him and wipes the blood from his palm carefully, he winces, the pain sobering him up as he takes his hand away from her.

“I need to get the glass out.”

“How’d that happen?” His brows are furrowed and he’s leaning against her to stay upright.

“I don’t know.”

He winces again and she pulls his hand a little more harshly, “Stop babying me.”

“Stop being a baby.”

He huffs and she holds his hand up when it’s all cleaned up, “I told Gabby I wouldn’t talk to you.”

“Gabby doesn’t want you to talk to me?”

“No, Gabby said we’re bandmates and we have to talk to work well. But I don’t want to talk to you.”

She slides away a little, turning her head to look forward, “Does Caleb let you speak to me?”

“I haven’t spoken to Caleb in four months.”

“You broke up?”

“No.”

“What happened?”

She sighs and shakes her head at him, “You’re all cleaned up, can go finish your drink now.”

“What happened?”

She just looks at him, the party hat crooked and tears in her eyes catching the light reaching them from the kitchen window, reflecting the sparkles on her hat, “Oh…”

She nods as he suddenly realises, but he stands and heads for the door, but she can’t help it. Can’t help asking, reaching out.

“Why, Matt? Why’d you have to ruin it for me?”

“You were miserable.” He shrugs.

“Did you think it would make me happy?” She scoffs, “This life I have now. I’m in some kind of- of limbo with my relationship. With Gabby, with you.”

He shrugs and scuffs his shoes against the pavement, “Exactly, you don’t think Matty, only think about yourself.”

“That’s not true-”

“Not true? Look what’s happened, you’re still with Gabby, still got the guys cause they don’t know what’s happened, you’re fine. I lost my boyfriend, my best friend, Gabby…”

He shrugs again and she shakes her head one of the tears finally falling, “I’m sorry.” He decides to say, not looking at her, he can’t look at her.

“For what?”

“That you’re in love with me.”

She raises a brow, but then they furrow. And if he’d just look at her he’d see that face he hates seeing. The one that shows her confusion and sadness at the same time, the one that has tears in her eyes and a frown on her lips. 

“Cause I’m not in love with you.” He tells her. “I can’t be in love with you now.” He clarifies.

She finds herself holding her breath as he stands, “Why not?”

“I- I can’t.”

She stands in front of him now, party hat long forgotten as she rips it from her head and clutches it in one hand. Giving her something to hold onto, something to hold her back. “Am I that bad? What’s wrong with me, Matty? What’s so wrong with me you can get it up but you can’t fall in love?”

He opens his mouth and then closes it.

It’s not that he’s not in love with her, it’s that he won’t let himself be in love with her.

Of course he’s in love with her, he always has been. But he’ll ruin her, he doesn’t want to ruin her. He wants to get it right, to be sober and love her every second, to spoil her and wake her up with a smile on her face. To have Allen and Button run around together in a garden of their own house, a house they’ll buy and move into together.

But they can’t have that.

He can’t give her the life he wants her to have, he knows Caleb won’t either, which is why he worked so hard to split them up. He’ll agree he went about it all wrong but he just wants her to find someone good, who can give her everything he wants to give her and more.

But at the same time he doesn’t want her to find that if it’s not with him. It’s why he worked so hard to sabotage her and Caleb’s relationship.

“Go back to the stupid party,” He tells her, “Find another friend of Adam’s to fall in love with.”

She stands, speaking before he disappears down the pathway, “Do you know what this stupid party’s for, Matt?”

He shrugs, kicking at the floor which causes him to lose his balance for a few seconds. He stumbles, and she clutches the party hat even tighter not to reach out and steady him. 

She’s tired of being the one to steady him. 

“It’s my birthday.”

He stays silent, still not looking at her, “Twenty-three today.”

Still he says nothing, so she goes on to fill the silence. It’s never silent between them. Usually it’s filled with their shared laughter, or calm breaths or skipped beats of the heart.

“You know, coincidentally, that’s the age you were when everything between us started going to shit.”

“Tom-”

“It’s the truth, we haven’t been us, Matty and Tommie, for a very long time. And- I’m tired of trying for us to be that way.”

“We’re fine, perfect….”

“We haven’t talked since February, Matt. We’ve been on tour for almost five months now, and haven't said a word to each other…”

“I fucked up, I know that-”

“Yeah, you did. We both did.” She admits, “But I can’t-” She shakes her head, “I don't like feeling this way.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll try harder-”

“That’s not what I’m saying, Ma-”

“Then what are you saying? I never know what you’re trying to say. So just say it. Outright, fucking say it.”

“I hate that I’m in love with you.”

The door behind them opens, Adam pops his head out, “More pizza’s here.”

She keeps staring at Matty, he looks back up at her, Adam doesn’t move.

“Happy Birthday, Baby.” He says simply.

She nods, watching him turn, hands shoved in his jacket pocket as he heads out into the street, head ducked to protect himself from the rain and disappears from their view.

She tosses the hat away from her and sits on the steps of the house, arms wrapped around herself as she watches the hat get washed away down the street in the rain.

Adam sighs, “Come on inside, it’s raining.”

She shakes her head, lighting a cigarette from in the pocket of her shorts and staring out into the street, “What’s going on?” Adam asks after he’s sat beside her on the greying steps.

She shakes her head but he nudges her, “Come on, put that big smile back on your face. I’ve missed it.”

“I’m lonely,” She says, arms wrapped around herself, a fresh cigarette in her mouth. Adam looks at the ashtray beside her, there’s fourteen cigarettes in there, and he hopes to God that it hasn’t been cleaned out for a few days. But they’ve only been here for a day, he hopes there’s a few other smokers here, but she and George are the only two that he's seen disappeared for a smoke tonight. 

“I can’t sleep.” She says again, taking a deeper drag,  “I think I’m depressed,” She tells him, “Or Autistic.”

“Oh, you’re definitely Autistic.” Adam says and she cracks a little smile as she looks down. “You can be both. Have you… talked to anyone about it?”

She shrugs, “Like who? Caleb?” She scoffs, “Haven't seen him since February, he’s avoiding me.”

“Why?”

“Cause he knows I’m going to break up with him,” She sighs, “Matty was right…”

“Wow, never thought I’d hear you of all people admit to Matthew Healy being right.”

She chuckles, but it turns into a weird strangled sob as her entire face contorts and she starts crying, leaning her head onto Adam’s shoulder.

“I hate him.” Adam’s not sure who she’s talking about, Matty or Caleb at this point.

“He- I hate him. Can’t stand him. He makes me hate myself… and he’s so… so American-” Caleb then, “And condescending, he has to correct the way I talk and makes me feel stupid around his friends, and I…”

“Break up with him then.”

“I can’t do it over the phone-”

“Email?”

She chuckles again, rubbing at her nose harshly, “I can’t do that. It would break me if it happened to me-”

“He knows that, that’s why he’s avoiding you.”

“You know, the end approached us before the beginning.” She says.

He readjusts his grip, pulling her back a bit so the rain won;t hit her legs, “Why did you start dating him?”

“He listened to me… and I don't know, I felt like it was a way to distract me I guess…”

“From what?” She breathes in, chest stuttering, she considers telling him. She thinks over how it will go, how she will say it, how he will react, their relationship once it’s revealed. 

‘I slept with Matty, the day before I saw Caleb… we fell out over it so I went on a date with him to get back at Matty, make him feel the way he made me feel.’

‘You slept with my best friend? Are you serious? What’s wrong with-’

“Life…”

He hums, “Not to make Matty jealous?”

She looks up at him slowly, “Why would I do that?”

He chuckles, “I’m not stupid, Tommie, or blind. I know everything-”

She turns to the door in realisation of her loose mouthed best friend, “Ross! I’m gonna kill him, he told you-”

“Everything.”

She winces, head ducking down as she closes her eyes, “Ads-”

He shrugs, “You can talk to me about that kind of stuff you know-” He is quick to jump in and correct himself, “Not sex stuff… Please don’t tell me about that.”

She giggles a little, sniffling with a nod, “Okay… not even about how he-”

He unravels his arms to plug his ears and she laughs again.

He grins at the fact he got her to smile again, he pulls her into his side, kissing the top of her head, “Break up with Caleb, focus on yourself, don’t worry about Matty or the band right now. Take time off if you need it-”

She shakes her head, “I’m not quitting the band.”

“It’s not quitting, more like taking a break. No one will know, we’ll say you’re ill or something.”

She shakes her head, “I’m not leaving, not taking a break. I’m fine.”

“Don’t push yourself.”

“It’s not a push, more of a slow drag.” She says which has him laughing again as he shakes her a little.

“Promise me if it gets too much you’ll just stop. Go home, have time to yourself. I’ll come with you if you need it.”

She nods, lifting her hand and they link pinky fingers, “I will, Ads, don’t worry.”

“I always worry.”

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[playasmo]

OH MY GOD THE OBEY ME BROTHERS AS FATHERS ARE SO OSGSKSVE

Could you do the Side characters?? The children's name Headcanons??

how the obey me “side characters” would name their children

“how the obey me side characters would name their children”—minus luke

;;thank you for requesting, anon! i’m so glad you enjoyed my last headcanons. and also thank all of you for the reblogs and likes,,, never expected my blog to suddenly blow up like that !! <3

disclaimer: i’m making these for fun! tell me which names you liked the most. this is not proofread yet

reminder:requests are open, but i only do headcanons at the moment! p.s: i’m currently writing something related to asmo <3

diavolo;

It's only reasonable to give diavolo's child a name fit for a monarch since they will play a highly significant role in the devildom’s society. they will be welcomed into the world with high expectations on their shoulders

If it’s a boy, he would choose..rufus, which means red-haired king, a perfect name for an heir. For a secondborn, he would choose teivel, which means devil

If it’s a girl, he would choose..diana which means divine. another similar name, but with different meaning, is arcadia which means place of peace and contentment—after all, his main goal is to bring harmony among the three realms.

barbatos;

he chose the names based on their meaning but to also to express his values and duties.

If it’s a boy, he would choose..mayhem which means "chaos" or "permanent injury." he always claims that he chose the name because it is related to space and time—but it is actually a tribute to his favorite metal band. he also likes bensik which means "loyal, faithful person."

If it’s a girl, he would choose..maeyna which means "helper, supporter." He also likes sybilla which means "prophecy teller," "timekeeper," or "oracle."

 solomon;

he is the only human here, but despite that, he refuses to choose a basic name for his baby. He is a wizard, he is bound to be creative

If it’s a boy, he would choose..menelik which means "son of the wise"—fun fact, menelik was king solomon’s son according to the medieval ethiopian book. he also likes kesem which means "magic" or "sorcery" in hebrew.

If it’s a girl, he would choose..tafathe which means "distillation," a method used in chemistry and potion making—it’s also name the name of king solomon's daughter according the Bible. he would also like miriam which means "gift of love" or "beloved." he chose it because he would never wants his child to feel unloved or lonely like he occasionally does.

simeon;

a baby is always a joy, especially when it is his child. he would undoubtedly choose a joyful, holy name fit for an angel

If it’s a boy, he would choose..sachiel which means "covering of God." he is a soldier of the lord after all. he also likes asher which means "miracle."

If it’s a girl, he would choose..rachael which means "one with purity," “ewe" or “lamb”. he also likes eden, which means "paradis," "place of pleasure and delight." the name has a strong connection to the bible.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me brothers #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #obey me simeon #obey me simeon x reader #obey me dateables #obey me side characters #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphagor x reader

[twst-drabbles]

Kalim 8

Summary: You’re relaxing after hours, reclined with your feet on another chair when Kalim comes to you. He’s quite a bit bolder than usual. What a nice change of pace.

(Hehehehehehe be sure to give me your thoughts on this one. Be it in reblog tags or just flooding my inbox.)

It was a nice night to be relaxing after a hard day’s work. Lately, you’ve made it a habit to always leave the cafeteria for last, both because of the space and because you have free access to the kitchen and ingredients that are in there, provided you don’t hover the entire stock. You had to, once or twice, to maneuver some of your faerie helpers away cause of the desserts inside, but that was about it.

Your arms were behind your head as you lay down on a collection of chairs, feet relaxing on another. Really, these chairs have no reason to be as comfy as they are but you suppose that’s to be expected in a rich college like this one. The classism is certainly notable with how there are fancy tables with clean white clothes on an elevated space while the rest were just wooden lunchroom tables.

Can’t say you’re shocked. And here you are, arranging these chairs into a mock bed for you to rest your dust clad body on. Will someone notice? Probably but if they decide to complain, they’re only going to get dismissed with a scoff and a laugh. Magic is a naturally messy profession to pursue so to be so bothered by simple dust on a chair would only tell how unsuited they are for this college.

The door to the cafeteria creaks open and you take a peek at the guest that decided to visit you at this late hour.

“A fine night to be sneaking out, Kalim,” you draw a leg up, further relaxing your sore muscles into the chairs, “Aren’t you worried you’ll give Jamil a heart attack?”

Jamil certainly gives you the image of a rubber band pulled taut anytime Kalim is supposed to be in sight but is not.

“Ah, please don’t tell him,” Kalim scurried over to your place, rubbing the back of his neck as though the worries can be soothed like a sore neck, “I know I’m supposed to be sleeping but I just wanted to see you. I can’t get into that much trouble just for that, right?”

“Whatever you say,” you chuckle out, “I won’t tell.”

Kalim tips his head back, looking about. “Your faerie friends aren’t with you?”

“Nope, I’m already done for the day,” your sleeves are still dusted with powdered sugar, “I’m just relaxing here a bit before I lock up and get going.”

“Oh, okay, that’s good.” He gave a sigh of relief.

“Hm?” That’s an interesting tone Kalim took. What does he have planned? “Oh.”

Kalim grunted a bit, as though steeling his courage before swinging a leg right over your hips. He planted his weight on you, landing his hands just above your shoulders. Against the canvas of the ceiling, Kalim made himself the only thing you could focus on. And that bright smile on his face told you he had every intention of having you look at just him.

Close, intimate, and most certainly bold. But, what can you say? You were halfway expecting it the moment he walked through that door. Kalim’s a casual man, always dressed in loose fitting clothing, preferring comfort over style, though he doesn’t lack in that aspect. So, to see him without a sweater, just in a singular layer of clothing, well, he made his goal known.

“Hehe, did I surprise you?” Kalim, as always, beamed. Not a shred of shame in him.

You grabbed his hips, sliding him closer. “This is certainly a nice change of pace.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #scarabia #kalim #kalim al asim #janitor au #reader insert

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Hello! Happy 28th! This is my April 2023 fic rec. The first two fics listed were just published this month, so I wanted to highlight those first. The rest are in no particular order. Enjoy!!!

And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom (109k)

For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him?

For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart?

And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?

A story of love. A story of loss. A story of fighting for each other, no matter the odds.

Darkest Before Dawn by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose (50k)

Harry Styles has standards. His coffee must be a cold brew with one pump of vanilla and a splash of cold cream. His computer must be catty-cornered on his left. His sketchbook must be directly in the center of his desk. He must have a cork board on his right to pin fabrics, sketches, and other inspirations he finds.

But most importantly, his space,—work or living,—must be organized. He doesn’t understand how people live otherwise. Everything has a place and it must be in its place in order for him to get anything done. Which is why he grits his teeth every time when he walks into the fashion workroom and sees Louis Tomlinson’s workspace.

It’s chaos. He’s chaos personified. He’s annoying, loud, and well… not as creative as Harry is. His designs are unimaginative and plain. Harry doesn’t understand how Louis managed to be accepted into the fashion program, but he supposes some people have to slip through the system.

Best Kind of Bad Something by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (40k)

Nobody really understood Harry and Louis. Not even Louis. But for Louis, the world began and ended with Harry, and there were certain things he just wasn’t capable of explaining.

or Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

Part one of go ahead, rip my heart out if that's what love's all about

Come Home to My Heart by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (25k)

Harry was always going to be beautiful, he thought. And he knew deep down that his heart still beats for Harry, that he loved him something so terrible, and those two things would never change.

or a chance encounter, four years later, brings Louis and Harry back together.

Part two of go ahead, rip my heart out if that's what love's all about

It Goes, It’s Golden by lucythegoosey / @harryrainbows (150k)

The chaos Zayn left in his wake wouldn't feel so disastrous if Harry had Louis. But everything between them crashed and burned a long time ago. All Harry is left with is a hopeless longing and a fear that the band's current disarray will set in for good.

... And then he finds himself stuck on a sixteen hour plane trip with Louis Tomlinson.

This could either be the most awkward flight of Harry's life, or the beginning of an atonement he's been dreaming of since 2013.

Canon Compliant AU in which Harry and Louis broke under the strain of it all and now, years on, there's a chance to put all the pieces back together. Set in early April 2015 all the way through to October. Written in Harry and Louis' perspectives, alternating every chapter.

Let Your Heart Be Light by cyantific / @cyantific (77k)

Louis Tomlinson, a self-proclaimed holiday-hater, loses his job two weeks before Christmas. Broke and desperate to see his family back home in England, he takes the only job left at the mall as one of Santa’s helpers. Harry is an unconventional mall Santa, the youngest one they’ve had in years, but with as much holiday spirit as any other seasoned Saint Nick. He’s determined to un-Grinch the new guy in Santa’s Village if it takes until Christmas, then he finds out the devastating reason Louis has lost his Christmas cheer. Will Harry be just the thing Louis needs to help him get his sparkle back?

Featuring Liam as the manager at Santa's Village, Niall as an easy-going Irish elf and Harry's best friend, grumpy Grinch Louis and his best friend Zayn and one matchmaking Mrs. Claus.

A 2022 Advent Fic

That Sounds Fake but Okay by dancingontheceiling (112k)

Harry Styles is a rookie journalist forced to work the gossip desk at a major New York magazine. Louis Tomlinson is the A-list actor who doesn't appreciate Harry or his articles.

Twist and Then Collide by bananasandboots / @anylessreal (180k)

"These instances can last anywhere from a few days to a few months," one doctor says. "Or they can persist indefinitely."

"Indefinitely?" Louis questions, the only one of them able to find his voice. He keeps throwing cautious glances at Harry, searching to make sure he's okay, to make sure he's still with them, still breathing. Harry wishes he wouldn't. He swallows the bile rising up the back of his throat, audibly exhaling through his nose, sharp breaths, small breaths. It's all he can do to keep from emptying his stomach.

"Travis is in a coma," the doctor says. "There's no way to be certain how long it might last."

Or, the one where Harry's boyfriend falls into a coma and Harry falls for his boyfriend's best friend.

Into That Goodnight by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (62k)

Once upon a time, there was a boy. But not just any sort of boy. This was a clever boy, the cleverest of them all.

#28th appreciation #larry fic rec #fic rec #read #2023 fic rec #trackinghappily #hlcreators #trackinghome

[pickalilywrites]

Here's a Christmas fic idea. Levi is forced to be Santa's male elf helper at the mall thanks to Hange. Zeke takes full advantage to make fun of him, he's working as a gift wrapper straight across. Unknowingly to both of them, the female elf worker is Petra, whom both men have a crush on.

hanji and eren fighting for the role of mvp

christmas memories

rivetra. high school au. 1648 words. read on ao3!

There is nothing more humiliating than standing in the center of Shiganshina Mall passing out presents in an elf costume. The event organizers seem to have chosen the most idiotic elf costume they could find for their volunteers: a bright green top and matching green shorts, a pointed collar with bells hanging at each tip, striped candy cane tights, pointed shoes with bells at the tip, and a green hat with cartoonish elf ears cut out of felt and pasted at the sides.  Levi scowls at Hanji, who seems unbothered by their ridiculous outfits.  

“When I said I was going to do you a favor, I meant one that was equivalent to the one you helped me with,” Levi hisses. “This far exceeds any favor you’ve granted me.”  

Hanji waves off Levi, used to the death glares that he shoots at them. “Come on, Levi. It’s not that bad. We look adorable. Anyway, some would say that volunteering at the mall to spread Christmas joy and cheer is less of a favor and more of a fun thing to do with your friends.”  

“I don’t see any of my friends nearby, just an annoying twit,” Levi quips, and Hanji cheerfully throws a box at him in response. The box is wrapped in shiny wrapping paper with sparkling snowflake print, but it’s completely empty inside. It’s only meant to be used for decoration after all. “Cleaning the band rehearsal room is not the same as public humiliation.”  

“Public humiliation is easier. You just wear a dumb costume and calm down crying kids,” Hanji says as they arrange more boxes haphazardly in stacks that will most definitely fall if someone looks at them the wrong way. “Cleaning any room with you is a whole thing. Most people are content with sweeping and wiping down surfaces. You need everything deep cleaned until everything is sparkling. I feel like asking you to volunteer as a mall elf is a light favor in comparison.”  

“You’re punishing me for asking you to help me keep the band room free of roaches and rats,” Levi growls. He’s heard tales from other clubs being infested. Levi wants to avoid any type of pests. It’s easier to prevent pests from coming than trying to exterminate them later.  

“Oh, quit whining,” Hanji says with a roll of their eyes. “It’ll be good for your college apps anyway. Just put ‘mall elf,’ and the admissions officers will let you in immediately.” 

“I’m sure it’s a bit more complicated than that,” Levi says dryly. He has no intention of recording this chapter of his life anywhere, much less in his college applications. He’s sure one photo of him in an elf costume will result in a rejection letter from any sensible college.  

Even though Levi absolutely despises working in the mall in a ridiculous elf costume, he’s unexpectedly good at organizing all the decorations. The ropes put up to guide the line to Santa are evenly spaced. The boxes of fake gifts that Hanji had placed messily have been reorganized into neat stacks, organized not only by size but also arranged so that the colors of the wrapped boxes alternate pleasantly.  

“You’re unexpectedly good at this,” Hanji says much to Levi’s chagrin. They step back to observe all of Levi’s handiwork. “Maybe you were meant to be a mall elf. It explains your height.”  

“I have to agree, Hanji,” an unpleasantly familiar voice chimes in. When Levi turns around, he sees Zeke Jaeger towering above him. “Maybe Levi is an elf after all. He does look charming in his costume. It’s like it was made for him.”  

Hanji had only been joking earlier, but hearing Zeke insert himself without invitation makes them tense up after observing the growing look of irritation on Levi’s face. Hanji places their hands on Levi’s shoulders and subtly guides Levi behind them. “Zeke! We didn’t know you’d be here. Are you Christmas shopping?”  

“Oh, no. Just volunteering as a gift wrapper,” Zeke replies. He gestures behind him at the table being set up across Hanji and Levi’s work station. There are other volunteers prepping supplies and getting ready for customers to hand gifts over to be wrapped. The volunteers that are wrapping gifts don’t have to wear embarrassing costumes. They’re all dressed in normal, everyday attire. Zeke is wearing jeans and a gray cable knit sweater with a flannel scarf wrapped around his neck. He looks so aggravatingly normal that Levi wants to punch him in the face.  

“Hi, Levi. Hi, Hanji,” a little voice squeaks, and the two see Zeke’s younger half-brother pop up beside Zeke’s elbow. He’s bundled up in a puffy green coat with a knitted scarf and matching mittens. Despite all the layers, his nose is bright red from the cold. Nevertheless, he looks happy to see his older brother’s classmates. He grins widely as he asks, “Is Santa here yet?”  

Levi raises an eyebrow. At seven years old, Eren seems a bit too old to believe in Santa Claus, but Zeke shoots Levi a warning glare.  

“He’ll be here soon. He just needs to take care of his reindeer, you know,” Hanji says with a wink, and Eren nods with a serious expression on his face.  

“You should take photos of his elves,” Zeke says. He nudges his little brother and hands him his phone, starting the camera so that Eren can take a photo. “You’ll want to remember this later, right, Eren? Then you can look back and remember when your brother’s friends were Santa’s little helpers.”  

Levi wants to point out that they’re not friends at all, but he’d rather not start an argument in front of Zeke’s brother. He doesn’t want to ruin the kid’s Christmas, so he harrumphs and squishes himself next to Hanji who has thrown an arm around his shoulder. He can’t bring himself to smile, but he tries not to frown as Eren squints at the screen and tries to take a picture with his pudgy finger. 

“Sorry, I’m late!” a voice calls out.  

Levi and Hanji look up just as Eren takes the photo. 

“You guys weren’t looking!” Eren complains and frowns down at the shaky photo he took. It’s true that Hanji and Levi’s attention is elsewhere, but they’re also terribly out of focus.  

Petra has just arrived, quickly patting Eren on the head as she passes by before squeezing herself behind the station that Hanji and Levi are. She puts a hand on her chest as she tries to catch her breath. “Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry, Eren. I was running a bit late. I should have waited a minute to at least let you take the photo.”  

“Oh no, it’s fine,” Levi begins to say and then he realizes that Petra is wearing the same outfit that he and Hanji is wearing except she looks much less ridiculous. Her ensemble consists green dress rather than a shirt and shorts, but she doesn’t look anything at all like a funny, little elf. Rather, she looks almost like a fairy with her petite frame, rosy cheeks, and ginger hair.  

“You’re helping Santa this year, too?” Eren asks. His eyes are wide as he also recognizes Petra’s outfit. His grin reappears on his face and he holds the phone up towards his face once more. “Can I have a picture of you, too?”  

“Of course!” Petra says. She smiles brightly and situates herself beside Levi and Hanji, hooking her arms with theirs and bringing them close. She doesn’t seem to notice the way Zeke clenches his jaw when she hooks arms with Levi. 

Eren furrows his brows as he uses all his concentration to snap a few photos.  

“You should take some of just Petra and Levi,” Hanji says, already stepping aside and making their way to the other side of the table where Zeke and Eren are standing. They crouch down until they’re about Eren’s height, helping him adjust the phone so that he can properly capture Petra and Levi in one frame. “Don’t they match nicely? This is the perfect photo for a Christmas memory.”  

Eren doesn’t reply, too focused on taking the perfect photo. He just nods as Hanji continues talking and silently follows their advice. Behind him, Zeke is shifting from foot to foot, irritation growing on his face. 

“You should take a photo of me, too,” Zeke says, taking a step towards where Petra and Levi are standing. 

“No, you’re not an elf!” Eren shouts, and it’s enough to make Zeke shuffle back, disgruntled. Eren immediately resumes his focus and continues to take photos. “These are for Christmas. You’re not helping Santa. Petra and Levi are.” 

“Shouldn’t wrapping gifts count for something?” Zeke grumbles, but his younger brother ignores him. 

Hanji waves a hand, gesturing for Petra and Levi to get closer. “Don’t stand too far apart! It’ll look better if you stand closer,” Hanji says with a grin.  

Normally, Levi would scowl at his friend’s meddling, but for once he’s grateful. Levi shuffles half-heartedly towards Petra, not wanting to seem too eager, but Petra pulls him closer and tilts her head. She's leaning in so close that her hair is tickling Levi’s cheek.  

Eren snaps a few photos and smiles at them happily, content with the pictures he managed to capture. 

“Remember to send them to me, Zeke,” Petra says. 

“Of course,” Zeke says through gritted teeth, tucking his phone back into his pocket. 

“I want to see them, too!” Hanji says.  

“Yeah, I’ll send them to you. Great seeing you all,” Zeke says hastily and then grabs his younger brother’s hand to drag him to the gift wrapping station.  

“I’d also like to have the photos sent to me,” Levi calls. He hadn’t intended to keep any evidence of this day, but he supposes having a photo of two of these Christmas memories won’t hurt. 

#rivetra #petra ral #levi ackerman #zeke jaeger #snk #high school au #requests #asks #answered #anon #anonymous

[autisticempathydaemon]

hihi im here for the redacted matches thing, if its still open :)

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why? “Perhaps Vampires Is A Bit Strong But…” by Arctic Monkeys! ive always loved indie rock music, and this song in particular just scratches that musical itch in my brain

What is your Enneagram type? Type 2, The Helper

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why? nooo they’re too long :(

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend. i was supposed to have a childhood imaginary friend? nah fam i played with calico critters all day, i dont think i ever had a childhood imaginary friend

What is your go-to way to fall asleep? usually just listening to comforting audios, or taking melatonin 

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?) it sounds cool as hell, and if the person i stole it from isn’t using it anymore, imma yoink that shit and claim it as my own

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why? "Your Boyfriend's a Flirty Vampire Prince and ALSO a Cheeky Dork". heart eyes at Vincent rn

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.) Yandere!Ivan and Regulus who genuinely makes me uncomfortable, i only ever listened to Yandere!Ivan for lore reasons and i have refused to even go near Regulus bc that mf is CREEPY. i dont get the hype for either of them really

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to. OOOH okay SO theres this book called Just Ash by Sol Santana, and the main character is intersex!! ive only ever once seen an intersex character in a piece of media, and that was 7 years ago. Just Ash kinda details the struggles that some intersex people can go through, and i learned a lot because of it (i didnt even know that salt wasting was a thing before reading this book). Just Ash also inspired me to start doing research on disabilities that arent as well-known throughout the world, such as scoliosis or ostomy.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend? Huxley. i need some good hugs in my life man. and Porter for queer reasons (that man is GAY you cannot tell me otherwise — plus you already know that he has some great sarcasm with the whole gag reflex quip)

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.) when im low on energy, i either go nonverbal or start saying random silly things

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo. despite being white, i have never had the classic white experience of visiting a gas station and terrorizing the cashier with my friends. i dont have a specific gas station that i like, but i looove the cherry slurpee omg that shit goes hard

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. i have ceremoniously named it ♥️ good shit ♥️ because it has good shit in it (imo). Arctic Monkeys, Laufey, Mitski, Lovejoy, The Orion Experience — basically any indie rock band/soft-voiced sad girl that goes hard

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why? boyfriend asmr that surpasses asmr because its chocked full of lore and likable characters and world building and

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are! i loveloveLOVE pink omg best color ever fr. also. i eat lore for breakfast, literally my favorite thing ever. i will listen as you info dump about those silly little characters that run around in your head. im also autistic btw if that counts for anything 👍

(ive done this before, but i dont think it sent last time 😭)

Oh, this is easy peasy lemon squeezy. If you’re an autistic person with a love of lore and stories, there’s no better match for you than Guy, our resident storyteller!

One, we love an A4A relationship, and Guy has got to be the dictionary picture of an AuDHD dude, you know? Two, Type Two’s are characterized as being friendly, giving people who want to love and be loved, and Guy would be a good match for you because he is just so loving, so affectionate. I also love him for you because Guy is kind of as far from a yandere as I can imagine, and that feels right.

The more I think about it, the more I realize just how much fun you and Guy would have. He, of the Redacted bois, strikes me as the most likely to listen to Redacted, so couldn’t you just imagine it being a shared special interest between the two of you? You could listen to early access together and scream about it on tumblr, because let’s be real, Guy 100% has a tumblr. He’d also adopt popular lines and the Redacted ringtone as vocal stims, and I can imagine you finding that charming and funny because it would be.

Song:

Every time I think of you/ I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue/ It's no problem of mine, but it's a problem I find/ Livin' a life that I can't leave behind/ There's no sense in telling me/ The wisdom of the fool won't set you free/ But that's the way that it goes and it's what nobody knows/ Well, every day my confusion grows

I’m not gonna lie- I don’t super know what this song means, and neither would Guy. I do know that it’s fun, it’s a love song, it’s indie rock, and it’s a classic. This strikes me as the type of song that Guy knows all the words and can perform without a second thought, thus he loves turning it up and singing it at you whenever it comes on in the car.

Runner-Ups:

David is a runner-up for you because I love A4A pairings, and David is my favorite Redacted boi to headcanon as autistic after Guy. However, I do prefer Camelopardalis as a runner up; he’s not autistic, but I think his nature is more outwardly effusive and affectionate than David’s which would be better for a Type Two.

note: thank you for waiting~ you did send this before, and it came through; it just took me some time to get through the entries before you 💛

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

[beatledumpster]

i’d love to know the ins and outs of damon’s involvement in elastica’s songwriting. i definitely don’t want to believe he was some kind of lone mastermind behind it all. i don’t even think his playing on the tracks must have mattered much. but he probably made significant contributions to the writing. i don’t like the idea that he did so because justine couldn’t. knowing how he likes to be in charge while justine seems pretty laid-back and open in comparison, it may have just been her openness that gave him space to contribute a lot (maybe too much for her own good in the end). she was probably okay with it or even grateful for his contributions in the moment. i wonder how he saw his own place in the band: as a legitimate founding member, a producer, an ephemeral helping hand? officially, the elastica documentary points to the latter interpretation. did he get kind of kicked out after a while because he didn’t fit in? or did he always know he was just there as an extra and wasn’t really supposed to be part of the band? did he actually keep hanging out in the studio when annie and donna had completed the lineup or did he only leave his mark in early demos/sessions with justine and justin? was he just there, just another band member, or did he really do most of the work of figuring the songs out? did justine and damon work as a secret songwriting duo? was he adopting his kind of pedagogical attitude where he was giving advice and showing how to build a song to the other musicians there? was it actually useful or merely patronising? to what extent? was his main contribution, just like in blur or often gorillaz, giving a demo before letting the others flesh his sketch out? that’s what i’m picturing: that’s his job, his strength - he must have had so many demos lying around that justine just agreed to pick some stuff from it to play with.

anyway, damon and the band must have agreed afterwards not to credit him too much to avoid talks of brilliant famous boyfriend behind untalented helpless girlfriend, but it meant her only source of reputation could be threatened by this rotten secret debt at the core of those sessions… well they couldn’t have predicted this danger since they probably thought they wouldn’t split up and damon wouldn’t be tempted to discredit her that way.

there’s still this ambiguity which i despise in damon’s hints about this. even if he can’t/prefers not to reveal how much he was involved, he’s kind of playing with it and that shows a dark side. if he hasn’t written most of it, then he shouldn’t imply that. then again his ego might see it that way. and we don’t know whether there’s actual truth in it or it’s a grayer area of musical collaboration and things left unsaid between an enthusiastic helper and a laid-back person who received the help. which is what i’m sensing, but can’t prove obviously.

what we know may only be a small part of what he actually did for the band. we know that damon provided his demo ‘beached whale’ which became ‘spastica’. and he played keyboards on a number of elastica tracks. and he played the synthesiser riff of ‘connection’…. but did he write more of it than that, or was it just this riff? it’s not clear at all from the zane lowe interview: he says he ‘did’ the riff (wrote? played?) but then says the machine ‘is’ connection, implying the whole song comes from his machine… anyway, whether he was the one who ripped the riff off wire or justine doesn’t really matter, it’s still plagiarism! that’s the funny thing about it. i guess they agreed on this, maybe they both came up with the idea of basing elastica songs on wire songs. but if you take the ‘mastermind’ narrative that gives full credit to damon and barely recognises any real input from justine (which i don’t believe at all), that would mean his ‘gift’ was, in part, more of a curse than a blessing, like he should be proud to have made his girlfriend’s album a rip-off album without her being aware of it? lol.

but yeah, there’ll always be this uncomfortable weirdness about elastica’s history and his tall shadow as someone famous and influential, often portrayed as a genius musical polymath in the media. which is a bit unfair, there’s clearly an imbalance there.

one could argue that it’s unfair he wasn’t credited if he contributed as much as he’s been implying he has, but he should just let it go instead of being thirsty for recognition decades later at the risk of creating some harmful rehashed media turmoil, shouldn’t he? i’d rather hear a testimony from someone who wouldn’t be too biased towards one or the other camp, saying what damon’s real contributions were, and the two main protagonists should remain graceful and silent about it.

#elastica #blur #damon albarn

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Hey! For the kiss prompts:

14. starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion

Hope you’ve been doing well! ✨

Thanks for the prompt/ask! Been a while since I worked on any of my stories. XD So I hope this comes out decent. Quick note this is one of the first times Green has kidnapped Peace, she did so as a paid job. A lot of the times she gets kidnapped by Green that's the case.  

Green and Peace- Robots & Gardens 

Peace leaned back against the wall, grumbling beneath her breath. Allowing it to support her as she slowly slid down to sit.

I mean situations like this were bound to happen. Especially when you ditch your only job and take on a new role as a protestor. And even more so when you can get other jobless and homeless people to side with you. Though that wasn't just Peace's doing. It was bound to happen eventually. 

"I haven't done anything wrong." Peace called out, slamming her tied hands back against the wall. 

"Obviously dumbass." A gruff voice carried out through a cracked door. 

Peace leaned her head back against the wall and huffed, attempting to use her hair as a makeshift curtain. She had been panicking on the ride here but she learned quickly who had stolen her. Especially the way her captor had banged their head against the window as their helpers talked. It calmed the panic but fueled her with a mixture of emotions. And unlike the soda she was sipping on before this whole incident, this shit sucked. 

The woman possessing the gruff voice stepped out. The door creaking loudly on it's hinges. The woman not bothering to squeeze through the space. 

"Peace. When I hadn't heard from you I didn't think that would mean I'd have to kidnap you for a job." The woman leaned down, quickly removing the knife from her holster. 

"Green. Since when do you kidnap people for money? I thought your whole thing was thieving and destroying property." 

"Don't limit my abilities and don't limit what I'd do for cash," Green carefully slipped the knife beneath the rope restricting Peace's arms, "Now stay still. You get cut, it's your fault." 

Peace rolled her eyes, of course it was about money. She begrudgingly remained still. The freckled protestor sighed relief as her arms were freed. Rolling her shoulders and wrists. 

Green remained perched on one knee. She admired the woman, lips pressed into a firm line. 

"You should've called. You know I would make space for you." 

"Green you're a busy woman. You'd never get them anyway—" 

Green slapped the woman's hands. Pointing the knife's blade at Peace's chest. 

"I don't have a mobile phone yet. But I told everyone in my group to let me know who rings the group phone okay? I might not respond to them on time but I will answer." 

Peace grabbed the hand Green was using to hold the knife and rose an eyebrow at the woman. It had obviously conflicted Peace more, it was all over her face. How was big and scary Green, well she was little compared to Peace, showing something that wasn't pride or anger. 

"If it makes you feel better. My phone got wrecked a couple weeks ago. I wouldn't be able to contact anyway." 

An aggressive sound managed to slip past tightly pressed lips. 

Peace found herself chuckling at the worry that had formed creases on Green's forehead. This was a new look for sure.

"I'll play along this time. My protestors have this handled. You get that money and you've got me for the next couple days," 

Peace reached her fingers beneath the hair tie struggling to keep the opposing woman's hair up, snickering when the hair band popped.

"If you don't let me go after that. I'm beating your ass." Peace added, her fingers detangling a couple locks of Green's hair.

Green tried not to let the joy overcome her face. The light filtering into the room illuminating the two. Her eyes damn there brightened in excitement. Currently unbothered by her busted hair tie lying on the ground. She'd probably join it soon enough anyway. 

"Tricking the man who paid me to kidnap you. Who would've known I'd taint your mind in such a way." Green gave a crooked smile 

Peace tilted the woman's head up and placed a soft kiss on chapped lips. She broke it shortly and slipped the knife from Green's distracted hand cutting her legs free. 

Green slipped into the woman's lap, holstering her knife. 

Peace chuckled, "Am I forgiven for worrying you?" 

Green rolled her eyes, "You fucking wish. What even makes you so sure I was even worried." 

Peace tipped the woman's head up once more and allowed their lips to meet. Her own grin easing it's way into the kiss. Peace's skin flushing at Green's sneaking hand.  

Green had managed to loosen a few buttons on her own shirt, laughing breathlessly when Peace separated for air. Green tugged the woman down by her collar almost immediately, humming at the contact. Both huffing breathless murmurs into the kiss. 

#writeblr #robots & gardens #kiss prompts

[ghostraccons]

109?

109 is actually the identity holder. He's not really comfortable fronting atm so imma put some basic stuff down for him that's on xe's sp (simply plural) profile! :D

Name: Zero

Age: 16

Gender: Transmasc, Transneutral, Agender

Sexuality: Cinthean/Uranic

Pronouns: he/they/xe

Likes: Loud music, dino nuggets, apple sauce, Ghost (the band), gaming, horror, bright colors, multiple styles of clothes

Dislikes: bugs, crowded spaces, math, pork sausage, hamburger helper, driving, getting talked over, weird textures, nightmares

The dude's short LMAO. At least to me he's really short. (I'm 6'10) Zero doesn't have much else on his sp profile. But yeee lol

#-König #könig fictive #system things #introduction #fictive #intro #identity holder

[otherworldseekers]

Something’s Gotta Give: Chapter 5 part 1

It’s here! The much referred to Gold Saucer gala!

Something’s Gotta Give Masterpost

Severia Zetsuen stared at her reflection in the mirror as attendants of the Golden Saucer hovered around her checking for stray pieces of lint or misbehaving hairs. They had her dressed-up like a doll in a gown that simultaneously had more fabric than any other garment she owned and showed more of her skin that she would ever have dared herself. Her hair was freshly washed and pinned up at the base of her skull while shorter tendrils had been delicately curled to frame her face.

Now the Saucer employees all stood back admiring their handiwork. “You look just stunning, Ma’am,” one young Hyur girl said gleefully. 

Severia felt stunned herself. She’d never in her life worn such expensive clothes or had her hair and makeup done by experts. The results were certainly fashionable, but she almost felt she wasn’t herself anymore. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but this whole ordeal was becoming… well, an ordeal.

Coming to the Gold Saucer with Nero had seemed like a harmless way to kill some time. There were any number of ways he could amuse himself while she found a quiet corner to relax in. Naturally, everything had gone wrong and for the last hour she had endured being poked and prodded and prepared to be paraded around at a gala that she absolutely did not want to go to. 

So much for keeping a low profile, she thought with a sigh. 

Severia spun slowly in front of the mirror, her silken dress swishing around her. Her helpers clapped and sighed appreciatively. It was impossible not to feel her confidence buoyed up, despite how strange she looked to herself. 

“Your beau is certain to have the breath knocked right out of him!” a towering Roegadyn woman assured her. 

“He’s not my beau and I don’t care what he thinks.” Severia watched herself flush red in the mirror. Red with anger. Anger over this whole ridiculous situation she had somehow gotten herself into. Rage that Nero had tricked her into thinking he might be someone worth knowing better… Severia shook her head and straightened her shoulders. 

She only had to deal with Nero for a few more days. After that he could perish. One thing was certain, she refused to give him a moment of her time this evening. Let the rich Eorzeans eat him alive for all she cared.   

“I suppose I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” Severia said with a resigned sigh. “Thank you for taking care of me, everyone.”

“Have a wonderful evening, Ma’am,” they said in chorus. 

Severia didn’t respond. She feared that the best she could hope for was to tolerate the evening, but they didn’t need to know that. They were only doing their job. As she must do hers. 

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An entire floor of the Gold Saucer was dedicated to high class facilities. A stage and orchestra pit filled one side of the room and a fancy lounge and bar occupied the opposite side. In between was a large open space where people could gather for concerts, important conferences and even balls. And tonight, the Mandervilles were hosting a charity gala to benefit the victims of the Garlean advance, attended by al the most rich and influential citizens of Ul’dah. 

Nero Scaeva leaned casually on the bar with a drink in his hand as he waited. He had received a treatment similar to what Severia experienced and now wore a black three piece suit perfectly tailored to his tall frame. The other guests were starting to gather and mingle. More than a few had looked him over curiously, but to his surprise their gazes seemed to focus mostly on his attire rather than his Third Eye. It was fascinating how among the rich what always mattered was how well dressed one was rather than whether or not one had committed war crimes. 

One or two guests looked at him with more pointed interest, but Nero could feel nothing but boredom. The lounge was growing crowded and the band could be heard warming up nearby but still the Warrior of Light had not arrived. Nero focused on his drink and tried to appear too intimidating to approach. He should be allowing himself to enjoy the irony of being treated like an honored guest at an event meant to address the wounds he himself had left upon Eorzea. Instead he was thinking about Severia. He couldn’t get that hunted look in her eyes, like a rabbit in a predator’s sights, as they dragged her away to be pampered, out of his mind. 

That had been an hour ago and Nero was beginning to be impatient. It wasn’t that he was worried about her. Why should he be? These people practically worshiped her. She was in no danger. But when her helpless eyes had brushed over him… an instinct he had thought atrophied from lack of use had flickered within him. The desire to protect. Nero knocked back the rest of his drink and left the bar behind, positioning himself between the top of the grand staircase that led up to this room and the elevator, either of which Severia might conceivably emerge from at any moment. He hated that he was anxious to see her. The damned woman had awakened all too many feelings he hadn’t bargained for since their trip had begun. 

But he had messed up today. Had been thinking merely of his own amusement, somewhat bitter that she had abandoned him, not that he could blame her. Severia hadn’t signed up for this trip. She’d never wanted to spend her time with him. He’d made a bad showing of his behavior and now she despised him more than ever. He’d acted like an immature adolescent and if nothing else he didn’t want her to think of him that way. Was there any way for him to get back into- well, not back since he had never been in her good graces, but perhaps to earn a more favorable opinion after this debacle? He brooded on that question until a hum of activity indicated the arrival of the guest of honor.

When she finally appeared, Severia was on the arm of Godbert Manderville. They had dressed her in red, in a flowing gown that still left an abundance of bare skin available for all to admire. Her hair had been pulled up off her neck and her head was crowned with white stars that caught the light and brought out the glowing white rings in her eyes. She was, Nero thought not for the first time, so very lovely. But the smile on her face was brittle. Her posture betrayed her discomfort at being so exposed and displayed. 

Nero watched her eyes flit about the room with growing dread. It was easy to see how she hated this. She hated being at the center, the beacon, the hero, the symbol. Severia Zetsuen was a woman who preferred solitude and quiet, but who had been thrust into the heart of the world’s conflict by forces out of her control. This was all wrong. But what could he do about it? It was at least partly his fault that she was there.

Godbert was giving a tiresome speech about the importance of caring for the widow, the orphan and the refugee peppered with references to the Warrior of Light’s many famous deeds, holding her firmly at his side for the duration. His efforts to get her to offer a few words of her own were mostly fruitless, but he soldiered on. Could the guests tell how miserable she was? If so they didn’t seem to care. The titillation of having the hero in their midst was all that mattered. 

Nero walked forward into the crowd, determined to be close by when she was finally released. He didn’t know if she would want him, but if he could offer her any assistance at all he would. If only to make up for everything he had done. As he got closer her eyes locked onto him, her lips parted slightly. She mouthed a word. His name? There was surprise in her expression, warring with dread and desperation and, dare he think it? Hope. 

He smiled. Without knowing why, without scheme or sarcasm, he felt a smile form on his face. A smile for her. Because she was lovely. Because she never looked past him. Maybe most importantly, because she needed it. 

Nero watched as the crease between her brows smoothed and the tension in her lips softened. A tentative smile returned to him and for a moment the breath caught in his chest. It was the first time she had given him a smile. It was devastating. 

But the crowd thought she smiled for them and as Godbert came to the end of his speech there was applause. Music began to play from somewhere off to the side of the dance floor. Severia breathed a sigh of relief and looked around herself for her escape. But the party goers were not so willing to let her go. A mob began to converge around her, many voices pressing questions and requesting dances. 

Severia was so far out of her depth that she felt as if she were drowning. Hundreds of unfamiliar faces pressed toward her, threatening to trap her where she stood. It was all too much. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart hammered in her ears and she felt herself beginning to tremble. No, they mustn’t see the Warrior of Light like this. I have to be their hero...

Suddenly she felt a warm arm circle around her shoulders protectively, felt herself drawn close to an even warmer body. Somehow she knew who it was. Perhaps she had grown used to his presence of the past days. And though she should still be mad at him, Severia was too relieved by his familiarity to muster an onze of anger. So she clung to him. Her trembling eased and she looked up to see Nero staring down the guests who had surrounded her. 

Nero was not quite sure why he did it. It would be easy to claim that he was merely taking advantage of an opportunity to put her in his debt. That certainly seemed the most plausible reason to place himself between her and a roomful of rabid fans. (There was nothing quite like having a large Roegadyn bearing down on you even as a Lalafell tried to slip between your ankles.) But the truth was he didn’t have that kind of reason. He had seen her there, looking so small and vulnerable, and had leapt into action to defend her. 

Perhaps it was arrogant to think she needed his protection, but she didn’t push him away. So he gripped her tightly to his side and gave the approaching crowd his best “Tribunus laticlavus” scowl. 

“Back off,” he growled. “I’m the Warrior of Light’s date tonight and I’m afraid all her dances are spoken for.” He continued to stare down his nose at them (even when technically he was staring up) until they dispersed, grumbling and huffing. 

When the way was clear, Nero reluctantly loosened his hold on Severia’s shoulders and took her hand instead. “Come on.” He led her back toward the lounge area, which had now been mostly vacated by the gala attendees, and found an empty couch in a secluded corner to sit her down on. 

Severia collapsed onto the cushions as if her knees could not hold on anymore. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, looking down into her hands lying on her lap. 

Nero knelt down in front of her so that she couldn’t ignore him. “Being human like the rest of us isn’t something you should apologize for. I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you’.”

She flashed a rueful smile at him. “Thank you. But you don’t understand,” she protested as she hugged herself. “I’m the Warrior of Light. They depend on me. I can’t afford to show weakness.”

“Damn them all to the Seven Hells.” There was irritation in his voice, but only at those who expected so much of her. He didn’t like seeing her like this, head bowed and arms clasped about herself, full of self-recrimination. Perhaps he was no better than the rest of them. He too wanted her to always be the figure of strength and power that had first caught his eye. He too was afraid to see her as both less and more than what he expected her to be. But he didn’t want to be one of them anymore. 

“It’s not that simple,” Severia said. 

Nero took one of her hands in his. “We’ll make it that simple.”

“How?”

“I suggest, just for tonight, we forget about everyone and everything else. We put aside my motivations and your responsibilities, our pasts and our futures. For just tonight, I am only Nero and you are only Severia and no one else is here but us. So lets enjoy ourselves.”

Severia looked up at him, searching his face for some sign that this was just another manipulation. But she could see nothing but honesty in his delicate periwinkle eyes. Had she misjudged him again? She couldn’t figure this man out. Why did he cause her so much trouble and then turn around and act as if he actually cared how she felt? Perhaps she did owe it to him to leave behind her preconceived notions and learn who he really was when he was just Nero. 

But would he be disappointed in what he learned about just Severia? She held no illusions about herself. Being the Warrior of Light was the only thing that attracted people to her. Yet when he looked at her like this… the piercing intensity of his eyes, the slight furrowing of his brow, the angle of his body, his thumb gently pressed against the scales on the back of her hand… She couldn’t help being drawn to that gaze. And she wondered if perhaps he was drawn to her the same way.

“All right,” she said softly in answer. 

With a dazzling smile, Nero pulled her to her feet. “Would you care to dance, my lady?”

Severia loved to dance. Music had a way of bypassing her thought process and speaking straight to her body that was always hard to resist. Though she had never danced with a partner after the Eorzean fashion before. An image of Nero holding her close that way flashed through her mind and made her feel hot all over. But she also remembered his arm around her shoulders just minutes ago and how she had felt. Warm. Safe. How was it that Nero of all people had made her feel like that? She looked in his eyes now, sparkling with something she couldn’t identify, but that set her heart racing. And she realized that she wanted very much to try dancing with this man. To feel their bodies moving together to the music. 

That thought made her blush and lower her eyes. Softly she said, “I think I would like that.”

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Project: Movement. Week 5.

Monday, 5/02/24.

Animation, Artist research/ Idea.

I made a bit of a mistake during this project with my timing for when I was choosing my electives. Since the reading week is next week and there's no workshops, I decided to do the animation workshop in hopes of continuing it during the week off instead of cramming it in one week. I failed to realize that it was week 2 of animation on the schedule, so there wasn't actually any workshops on. I stuck around anyway and had a chat with Yvonne and Paul.

My idea:

Essentially my idea was to create a pixelation animation of my hair slowly disappearing bit by bit, cutting my hair in real life until left with a buzz cut. I spoke to Yvonne about it, and I was advised to experiment with the idea further, that since I only had one shot with cutting my hair I should do as much as possible with it before going at it with scissors. I agreed.

Artist research:

Peter Gabriel, Sledge hammer music video

When discussing the possibilities for what I could do with my hair, Yvonne showed me the music video for Sledge hammer, which is mix media animation piece, utilizing clay animation and pixelation.

What was relevant about the video was the scene (1:30) where Gabriel's hair seemingly moves on its own into a variety of different styles. The animation team achieved this by putting a load of hair gel in his hair until it was wiry and moved it however they pleased. When putting together my animation I'm planning on using hair gel.

Going about it:

I spoke to Paul briefly and was made well aware that I would have to do a great deal of story boarding, which I'm thinking I should try plan out at least 80-100 frames, while shooting I'm assuming I'll probably get more than that. I know if I want this to go smoothly I need to be as prepared as possible, I'll have to acquire a space, at least two helpers, gel, lighting etc..

I did 24 thumbnails of what I could do in the pixelation and later reorganized them. I plan on expanding them further in an extensive story board.

Idea that came up while doing all this:

While speaking to Paul we went through my sketchbook and he saw the brief character study I did on the designs of the Gorillaz characters, he suggested I could draw myself as a member of the band in that style, and that got me thinking. The Gorillaz have over 7 phases, each in distinctly different art styles, and they reflect the passage of time and how much they've changed and developed, similarly to how I have with my hair. I'm thinking I could draw "my" in the different Gorillaz styles.

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The function of gratitude

As I’ve been going through my wellness journey, I have been thinking a lot about gratitude, and what role it plays in my life.

I find myself rarely using the word outside my journal, but I often feel it. I write lists of the things I’m grateful for, including gratitude for my living situation, the health of my family and the circumstances of my life. I am truly grateful for all these things and for so much more, including books, music, art and all the wonderful things we get to experience as humans in our everyday life. 

Despite being eternally grateful for all these things, I often think the word gratitude is overused, most often in the media it is banded around with carelessness and a lack of understanding about its true depth.

My biggest problem, personally, with the word itself, is that I don’t actively participate in the practice of gratitude enough. So I really wanted to deep dive into that thought. 

Like I said above, I often use the word gratitude, and write my lists into my journal, particularly when I’m in a sad place and need a boost. This in itself is a really helpful practice that I used to pull myself out of dark places. 

However, I noticed a few days ago, that I turn to my wellness practices and methods more often when I am going through a rough patch that when I am in a happy place. While I don’t think there is anything inherently wrong with doing this, I think it’s an interesting thing to notice about myself, as I am often more focused on achieving the emotion of happiness and the feeling of wellness than I am on maintaining it. 

As I move through life, I understand more and more about myself, and I don’t think I’m alone in this motif. One thing I promised myself this year, was that I would create a routine that I can sustainably maintain to focus on my health, both physical and mental. I definitely have been more on that path recently, and have been building healthier habits over time, so I can recognise that figuring out these little toxic habits aren’t the root of all evil in my life, but they aren’t helping me move away from it either. 

The practice of pulling myself out of negative states of mind or feelings of being in a rut is an art that I have been perfecting for many years. As a self confessed perfectionist, I often focus on the details of every thing I do, often forgetting to look at either the bigger picture, the steps I have achieved previously, or the culmination of both these things. Sometimes I forget that I have achieved amazing things, especially when I’m bogged down in something that I feel I’m not doing well enough. Over the years I have had to actively teach myself that these thoughts are not helping anyone or making me feel good at all, and I have found methods in moving away from them into a more positive state. 

This is when I began writing my gratitude lists. They aren’t always called ‘gratitude lists’, sometimes I head them as ‘things I like about myself’, or ‘compliments that really touched my heart’, or ‘what have I done well this week?’

These lists are such a great helper in so many ways, and almost always instantly improve my mood and trains of thought. It’s my own little version of reprogramming my brain (and by ‘my own little version’ I don’t mean that I made this method up, I just mean that it works for me, A LOT). 

With that being said, I don’t often find myself doing this when I am happy - which arguably, is when the best lists could be formulated. This is a practice I really would like to add back into my day, even when I’m having the best day ever. 

There is so much material already out there on the power gratitude has over manifesting new goals and creating a more positive life, and I believe that research 100%. I think it’s a natural human behaviour to not take as much notice of when something is going great, just like we take to heart criticism more than compliments. I actively want to reject my negative thought processes (when necessary), and fill that empty space with gratitude. How will I do that? I’m not sure, but I think the first step to any successful experiment is practice - practice makes perfect. 

So today, as I am having an excellent day, I am making a gratitude list for all of you to read (If you’ve made it this far down the blog). 

Today I am grateful for  1. My dog  2. The feeling of fresh air on your face when you’re hungover.  3. Good food and access to clean drinking water.  4. Good books and greater storytellers.  5. Cloud formations.  6. The sound of rain  7. FaceTime and its ability to link up my family even when we are all far from home.  8. Music.  9. Pens that feel like they’re gliding when you’re writing.  10. Bird sounds. 

Tell me three things that you are grateful for right now in the comments, and I’ll see you next week. 

Thank you for taking a few moments out of your day to read this.

G xx

#Mindfulness #gratitude #grateful #gratefulLife #manifestation #Law of Attraction #spiritualawakening #journaling #journey #spiritual journey

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Inside, Nissan opens up an airy cabin with tons of storage compartments and cloth or available leather upholstery. Rocker panels with available chrome inserts also broadcast the Pathfinder name. In back, horizontal LED taillights catch that line from the front, where it’s all tied together by “Pathfinder” stamped on the liftgate below the new Nissan badge. Five two-tone color options exaggerate the floating roof look. The distinct triangular window is gone, but Nissan cut a triangular shape in the pillar between the rear door and the back and blacked out the roof in Nissan’s contemporary design language of a “floating” roof. The Pathfinder rides on 18-inch or available 20-inch wheels. That visual light line runs down the body, over rounded wheel arches flexed with black cladding to the rear. The new model retains that high vertical face with short overhangs, and a slotted hood above Nissan’s U-shaped grille that flares out to standard LED headlights. The blend of classic and modern earns the Pathfinder a point each for the interior and exterior to a 7. That model looked like a small truck with a covered cab. The 2022 Nissan Pathfinder retains the same general exterior proportions but reimagines some classic cues from the first Pathfinder that launched for 1987. Is the 2022 Nissan Pathfinder a good-looking car? Where is the 2022 Nissan Pathfinder made? All-wheel drive adds $1,900 to all trims. Sold in four trims, S, SV, SL, and Platinum, the base 2022 Nissan Pathfinder with front-wheel drive costs $34,560 including $1,150 destination fee. How much does the 2022 Nissan Pathfinder cost? Safety options range from a surround-view camera system to adaptive cruise control down to a stop. Nissan equips every 2022 Pathfinder with its front and rear automatic emergency braking, blind-spot monitors, lane-departure warnings, and automatic high beams. Additional Platinum features include a Bose 13-speaker sound system, navigation, heated second-row seats, panoramic sunroof, and power tailgate. On Platinum trims, a large 10.8-inch head-up display can project vehicle info out on the road ahead, and a 12.3-inch digital display lights up the instrument cluster.

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Standard features include an 8.0-inch touchscreen with Apple CarPlay and Android Auto compatibility, keyless entry, satellite radio, and other modern helpers, or Pathfinder shoppers can opt up to an available 9.0-inch touchscreen and wireless CarPlay. In front- or all-wheel drive, the 2022 Pathfinder tops out at 23 mpg combined. When properly equipped, the Pathfinder can tow up to 6,000 pounds, which is in the higher end for the class.

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The driver can shift through seven terrain modes to optimize the gearing for the situation. Two adults can fit in the third row, and four sets of golf clubs can fit in the 16.6 cubic feet of space behind the third row.Ī new 9-speed automatic transmission replaces the old CVT and sends power from the same 284-hp 3.5-liter V-6 to the front wheels or all four via available all-wheel drive. It’s easier to get in and out with second row seats that flip forward with the push of a button to access the third row, and child safety seats can remain intact. It also handles up to eight passengers or seven with second-row captain’s chairs. The cockpit is anchored by a large, truck-like center stack crowned by an 8.0-inch or available 9.0-inch touchscreen that rules over a band of horizontal vents and a climate control bar. Inside, Nissan optimized the space of the Pathfinder, which is slightly shorter than the outgoing model but far roomier. Nissan’s U-shaped grille flares out to thin daytime running lights like wispy eyebrows over the standard LED headlights. With its first new suit in nearly a decade, the 2022 Nissan Pathfinder retains that high vertical face with short overhangs, and the three-slot grille bridges a flat hood with a broad face, similar to the original.

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The V-6 engine remains the same, but a new transmission, all-wheel-drive system, and electric steering rack allow drivers to better match the seven available drive modes with conditions on or off road. Redesigned for the first time since 2013, the fifth-generation Nissan Pathfinder sports a new look inside and out, and comes loaded with the latest convenience and safety technology. It earns a strong TCC Rating of 6.8 out of 10. The redesigned Pathfinder doesn’t try to be a performance crossover or an electrified dynamo, but it is very good at what it is meant to do: hauling up to eight passengers and towing up to 6,000 pounds in comfort and with the latest technology.

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