#the man accoustic

[childoftheriver]

Heehee more fur.

#greg lake #from Carl’s FB page #the fur guitar strap #he’s so od I love it #like does anyone NEED a fox fur guitar strap? #why? #but man does he look beautiful #look at his profile! #those hands #whew #accoustic guitar #germany #elp #emerson lake and palmer #emerson lake & palmer #emerson lake palmer #a greg a day (or two or more)

[baeshijima]

IM DONE WITH THE ESSAY

and with just over 12 hours until submissions are closed ahaha.... aha..... a......

#sophie's idle chatter #TO BE FAIR !! this is probably the earliest and most reasonable time ive submitted one of my assignments #usually its like... 3 or 4 am.... the last time was like 3 hours before submissions closed.... so im patting myself on the back at 1 am #but man does it feel good to get rid of a whole window dedicated to the essay #literally listened to akuma no ko accoustic ver. cover by samuel kim bc its just an instrumental and it helped me get through it 💪 #1.5k words.... 17 references.... sobs..... #im just glad it was 1.5k words bc honestly if it was 2.5k i wouldnt be sleeping today #sighs why do i do this to myself #anywho !! i shall now eep bc my brain is fried from yapping and trying to reach abt evolutionary perspectives on human aggression #lili if u see this i will answer ur ask tmrw when i am awake and coherent ;w;

[wyndsong]

California Jam 1974

Greg is wearing a shirt a fan had made for him. How sweet of him. S

#Greg Lake #fan appreciation #California Jam #1974 #adorable man #beautiful man #accoustic set #still he turns me on #elp #guitar man #happiness #just look at him #the voice of elp #his hair #perfect #1970's Greg rocked it! #baby face #greg #Emerson Lake and Palmer

[genreawareness]

okay it’s extremely funny that anybody interprets mitski’s me and my husband as a straightfaced love song. like no? we’re not all having the same vivid mental picture of a 1950’s housewife? “and i am the idiot with a painted face / in the corner taking up space / but when he walks in / i am loved / i am loved” is not reading to everybody else like really good lightly sarcastic narrative imagery about hanging too much of yourself on this relationship working out?

#from the desk #sarcastic’s not the word i want but close enough #posts brought to you by i was thinking about how good a love song i will is and idly decided to look up if thered #been a love song bracket yet #there has. i will did not win it. tragically #listen im not immune to the quiet urgency of promising to look at the most vulnerable parts of someone and make a home there anyway #mitski mitski mitski….. one of the lyricists ever i think #me and my husband is really good too it conveys that particular sense of desperation SO strongly to me while not really having any lines #directly pointing to that #but man. i will be sooooo happy when i can learn i will it sounds so NICE on accoustic #i will take good care of you. i will take good care of you. everything you feel is good if you would only let you

[fatedstrands]

Legato, what is a regret you wish you could undo?

The question from the being catches him off guard, having welcomed his Strands in for the evening sermon in the city they'd paused in, seeing each out with a warmth reserved only for them. The last to leave lingered, clearly asking from a place of pain themselves. At least, that is how the witch had seen it.

He motions for them to join him at a pew of the church, slowly settling on the smooth polished wood. The words still mulled about in his mind, mingling with memories as he touched his arm, where a small human skull rest, cut to fit perfectly on his limb.

"Well..."

Where did he even begin? What of his many failures would he undo? What would he give anything to fix, even if it cost him everything to do it?

He thought of the child, as illness and injury took their life, their pleas to travel, their begging, the soft voice pleading;

You promised I'd see the world when I was older. Please, never let me cease walking.

It was the hardest final plea he'd taken on, when they'd begged to go with him, how he'd carefully cleaned their skull, carved the front plate off and strengthened it with the aid of the God. How that youth still rests with him every day on his arm, a reminder of mortality and life after death.

Lips parted, as if to speak of this memory only for teeth to sink into his flesh as another struck him with a violent ferocity he doubled over. The pain so cruel, so foul like a beast tearing his stomach open to leave his insides bare to the world to rot away.

It was his own failure, as it always was. He'd been caught in the crossfire of pantheons warring, of Gods versus a Goddess with a violent hatred of all things homo sapien.

He'd thrown the wolf from the target of fire, eyes flashing up as pure energy roared like a dragon to his body. He couldn't move fast enough, the Punisher and it's handler having taken all his momentum, he was stuck, drained from his own fight. His threads writhing in his brain matter as blood slipped from his ears, his nose and stained even his teeth as he bared them.

A moment felt like an eternity, the blackened purple energy charging through the air, he found himself welcoming it. His life was over, but his last act was saving a dear friend, giving a chance to those around to make their move. Lips had curved, a serene smile as heat bloomed ever closer, eyes slipping shut with a soft prayer;

Let my death be the linchpin in this fight.

But Fate was a cruel Mistress to the living.

Arms found his form, ready for the end of life, cradling him close as feathers wrapped around his kneeling shape, cocooning him and protecting him from the sudden burst of plasma from beyond. Eyes snapped open, head jolting up to lock teal with gold, confusion turning to horror as he watched blond rapidly bleed black.

Thank you. For showing me that no matter what happens... Humanity has hope.

Words stained his soul, marred his flesh with vibrant cursive and warm geraniums across his heart, gouging his pulse as the memory consumed him now, the world falling away from his awareness.

He remembered the way he'd cried out, begging the other to stop, that he wasn't worth the Angel's life. The vivid memory brushed his cheek, wiping the bloodied tears that had formed, falling as he watched the Divine give everything for him.

Never change, Legato.

Angel burned away and when the energy finally ceased, the wretched scream of the horrid Goddess was nothing on the agonizing silence that soft smile left as his body turned to ash right around the human. It held nothing on the emptiness in his mind that formed as the other's consciousness faded.

It was nothing on the agony in his very soul.

Nor the burn of something powerful threading through his veins, blue lights burning over his plant scars he'd carved into flesh, only to turn a vibrant purple, the shapes morphing into something different, something new.

It held nothing to the rage as he stood, despite the blood, despite the agony of overexertion, despite it all, he stood against the Goddess, with kin alike strewn around in weakened but equally enraged states, converging with a violence unseen.

He came to the present once more, lights burning under his clothes, hidden barely by their weave, hands shaking as tears plipped against the ground whilst his gaze had been cast down between his ankles.

"I lost a... Dear friend because of my own weakness... If I could undo one thing... It'd be letting Him stand in the way of my own demise."

Without you... Where will we go? Where will we turn?

His head snaps up as he feels the faintest brush along his forehead, like a tender kiss of the angel.

To the stars and forward, Legato. Always forward.

That same serene smile found his lips, eyes falling shut in the moment as he let the Strand leave on their own terms.

"I suppose I never truly lost Him... For He will always light our way."

Eyes looked upon the statue, the angel depicted before him as he does in every Strand operated Temple. Memorialized in his sacrifice for the hope of Humanity and Plant alike;

Vash the Stampede.

#bishopinblue #v//the faith and the fighter (legato bluesummers) #lore//the faith and the fighter (legato bluesummers) #So the playlist that inspired this pain #It began with Smash Into Pieces Counting On Me ACCOUSTIC specifically #BRIEFLY Citizen Soldier's Limit ft. Lo Spirit because Being held as an angel dies ouch #finally #the moment he stands #Born Again by Black Veil Brides #as he takes on his new faith #his new mission in life #the rebirth of LEgato as Vash's remnants merged with the developing Plant DNA within the devoted #from the Plant Metal he'd shoved into his brain from before he was a teen #The inhuman man vowing to carry Vash's dream of human and plant harmony #even if he struggles to hold the pacifism #this is the start of him holding back on murder and leaving it at maiming #yes there is a dragonheart reference fight me #FUCK YEAH this was fun let's do this again sometime! #The Angelic Choir

[quarterprioritymidnight]

i love that i can already picture how dan bastille is gonna dance to revolution live

#bastille #its good but like an accoustic version of this would hit so hard #can't wait for an instagram live from the man himself playing it on his piano lmao

[nihil-ism]

Noldor, blood is on your hands Your bane's a tearful destiny Black clouds will carry rain of blood I've seen it rain! I've seen it rain…

We were lost on grinding ice, in fear and hunger Dead winter reigned in Araman

Can't escape from my damnation, run away from isolation! Guilty spoke the one, this deed can't be undone Hear my words, fear my curse!

𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑺𝒌𝒚'𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒐𝒓 - 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏

Your homeless souls shall come to me There's no release Slain you might be Slain you will be, slain you will be And the lost who will not reach the house of spirits grow old and weary

I've seen this bitter end, as I've foreseen the storm and ice And I could see it, how a million died, and I? The blame's on me, cause I, I was not there!

𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑺𝒌𝒚'𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒐𝒓 - 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏

Dead winter reigns and tomorrow's still unknown Lies Condemned and betrayed, now everything's said See my eyes full of tears and a cruel price we've paid But still I can't claim that I'm innocent, Lost

#I found an accoustic cover T_T aaa #I used to be so obsessed with the original by blind guardian #it's a bit tacky granted but... man. that chorus still gives me chills. #noldor

[page-2-ids]

[ID: A flag with eleven horizontal stripes, all the same size. The colors are lighter at the fourth and eighth stripes, and lighter moving towards the middle and edges. The colors are, from top to bottom, black, gray, light gray, white, light red-pink, light red, light red-pink, pink-peach, soft magenta, and dark purple. END ID]

CherryPieAcpix|CherryPieacpix: A gender related to the accoustic guitar parts from the Warrant album Cherry Pie

The colors are inspired by the cover for the related album, as well as my associations with those parts of the songs

No Suggested Pronouns

#i coined this for a merry-go-round term #it shouldnt surprise me that this is what actually happened #cherrypieacpix #acpix #musicagender #Warrantgender #Cherry Pie Album Collection #Uncle Toms Cabin Collection #Warrant I Saw Red Collection #(the accoustic version) #Warrant Bed of Roses Collection #Warrant Blind Faith Collection #Song and Dance Man Collection #it is quite frankly unholy what warrant has done to me

[orderxchaos]

That concert was amazing in the most unexpected way

#their tour bus broke down so it was just barns with his accoustic #but boy did that man put his whole pussy into it #i had the time of my life #and this band tee is both a super nice fitting crop top and super soft

[poraphia]

hellooo I was laying in bed and had an idea, what if the reader and Wilbur had been talking for a bit like flirting yk, and there streaming (reader isn't a streamer just visiting?) and they get on the topic of birthdays and Wilbur is like "oh when's your birthday I actually don't know!" And it turns out the readers a capricorn (I'm hoping u get this reference and I'm not embarrassing myself)

"A Capricorn, oh, Fuck That!"

➵ PAIRING! cc!wilbur x capricorn!reader

➵ CREATING! 10.12.23 | 940 words

➵ CONTAINING! reader is a capricorn, wilbur and reader being flirty, geogeusser, wilbs singing accoustic

➵ SAYING! poraphia finally doing her requests?? YUHHH im in class rn as im writing this LMAOO. sorry this isnt like my best writing but im tryna get back into the groove

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“Wil, help me!”

The tall man sat back in his chair, smiling smugly as he leaned back. I puffed up my cheeks in frustration as I had lost another round of Geogeusser against an annonymous user.

“I feel like at this point your viewers are stream sniping just to publicly humiliate me.” I sighed. Wil chuckled, now sitting up and scooting his chair close to his desk to examine the screen with me.

“Come on, I know you can do better than that.” He said, clicking the exit screen button. I turned to him, making a pouty face. After he finished adjusting his stream so that his webcam was now in full view, he turned to me. He tapped my nose with his index finger.

“Boop!” He giggled. My frown immediately curved into a smile as a small blush crept on my cheeks. He withdrawed his finger before tapping my nose again. “Boop!” He repeated.

I laughed, waving his hand away. “Okay, okay! I’m not mad anymore.” I looked at his other monitor to examine the chat. “Chat says they want to do a QnA. Should we do a QnA?” I asked. Wil placed his arm on the head of my chair, almost wrapping his arm around me.

“I don’t see why not.” He said, smirking. With his free hand, he reached over to his mouse and turned on text-to-speech donations. Curious, I scooted closer to him to watch his movements. He tilted his head toward mine, leaning into my prescence. “Alright, chat, I turned on donations. Ask away.”

I leaned my head on his shoulder as I watched the chat zoom by on his laptop. My eyes then trailed onto his computer monitor, realizing that his gaze was also on the monitor, admiring our position.

“Hey Wil and (y/n)—!” The text-to-speech voice filled our ears, making me holt back from the sudden noise.

“Ah! Wil that thing is loud!” I complained.

“Whoops, hold up.” He reached over and clicking on some things.

“—random question, but do yall believe in star signs? and what are yall star signs?” the text-to-speech finished it’s question. I tilted my head a bit, slightly thinking.

“I think they’re interesting, but I wouldn’t say I’m a total advocate.” Wil answered. “I like doing little jokey jokes with them though.”

“Oh yeah! That one bit with Charlie when you guys were sailing around in Origins?” I asked. Wil and I had watched the premiere of that video together the day it uploaded.

“Yeah— Oh you know what, that makes me wonder,” He turned his chair fully to look at me. “When is your birthday? I’m sure you’ve told me at least once but it probably just slipped my mind.”

“Wowww, and I thought we were friends.” I teased, crossing my arms.

“To be fair, I forget my own birthday!” Wil argued.

“That’s because you make up fifteen different birthdays for every stream.” I sighed. I turned back around to face the monitor.

“Touche.” He quickly muttered. I laughed, shaking my head. “So, when’s your birthday?” He asked.

“It’s in January, so I think I’m a capricorn?” I said, unsure. I watched Wilbur’s eyes widen a little from the monitor before a sly grin forming on his face. I turned my head to look at him.

“What? Is there something wrong with being a capricorn?” I asked, the confusion seeping into my voice. I looked back at chat only to be met with “A CAPRICORN??” and “YOOOOOOOOOOO”

“Can you give a moment? I need to get my guitar.” Wil said rather ominously. Without a space to talk, he got up and rushed to his bedroom to grab his instrument. In turn, I was left with thousands of people seeing the outright bewilderment on my face.

“Chat, I’m scared, what’s going on?!” I quickly uttered with a breathy laugh lightening my words. Wil came back shortly, clutching his guitar by the neck. I scoot my chair back for him and the guitar to fit back into frame.

“Sing it with me if you know the lyrics, chat, and I know you know the lyrics.” He quickly tuned his guitar as I stared at him dumbfounded. He played a few strings, testing to see if they were making the right notes before playing a familiar strumming pattern.

I bobbed my head to the words, listening to his breathy voice sing the lyrics he had written himself. His eyes fluttered close as he hunched down a little, feeling his music. He finished up the first verse, transitioning onto the verse.

“I’ve been scared of sleeping with the lights on. Know she’s not there. I know she’s going to his flaaat!” He tilted his head a little as he hit the high note. A smile unknowingly crept up on my face. “A capricorn, oh fuck that!”

“What the— Wil—!”

“They say sex sells I know that!” He ignored my shocked expression and continued playing.

“Wilbur!” I exclaimed again. I tried to sound upset, but in reality, my lips were pulled back into a wide smile. Eventually I sunk back in my chair, admiring his concentrated expression as his fingers grazed against the steel strings. His hair gently resting on top of his forehead, covering his eyes as he turned his face down to his guitar.

He could insult my star sign all he wants. As long as he does it in that pretty voice.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot oneshots #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #will gold #wilbursoot #mcyt headcanons wilbur #wilbur hc #wilbur soot fluff #poraphiafanfics

[marimayscarlett]

WHERE'S THE ACCOUSTIC RAMMSTEIN SET??

COWARDS! THE LOT OF THEM!

Hello 👋

I guess you're reffering to this snippet from Richard's interview with 'The Gauntlet' (i shortened it a bit to focus on the main point here):

The Gauntlet: When will Rammstein give the U.S. a proper tour?Richard: Let me put it this way, we will definitely come. Obviously it is really complicated. Everyone knows about the band and the show in Europe. [...] When we come to America we can't bring everything. We keep going back and forth. The pyro is part of our show and I don't know how far we can go with that. [...] We live in a digital world so people know what we do on stage. It is just so hard to bring all that across the world to America. We decided to go that way with the show and there is no going back. It is our curse, we can't just get up on stage and play the songs, that isn't what Rammstein is about. The Gauntlet: Just package it as the Rammstein acoustic tour. Richard: That is something I want to do, but in a more artistic way, but I can't really talk about it. I really have a great idea and it is something I can really look forward to doing with the guys again in four years. The Gauntlet: Something classical with big string sections?Richard: Mmmmm maybe [laughs].

Richard actually talked about his 'dream' of playing a simple concert like in the old punk days, with no pyro or any kind of elaborate stage shows in several interviews. But Rammstein now has a certain reputation when it comes to their live shows - which Richard sometimes seems to regret to a certain extend, since he apparently thinks all the pyro effects take away the focus from the music. Here are some more quotes from him on the matter:

"When people talk about Rammstein, it's about fire. It's all about the show, nobody talks about the music". [source]

Interviewer: The band's musical and aesthetic framework seems clearly defined. Which also means that you have to be strictly subordinate. How difficult is that for you? Richard: "Very difficult. And it's also getting more and more difficult because you realize that you've become a slave to your own show. You can't just stand on stage in your sports shorts and start playing. On the other hand, of course, I also realize that we have created a trademark with this band and created a unique sound. Nevertheless, it's a fine line, which is why it's important to be able to fulfill other needs elsewhere. I would love to play in an AC/DC cover band again. Just stand on stage, no lights, no show, just rock'n'roll." [source]

Interviewer: Will you ever get bored with all the stunts, all the fire and cannibalism? Richard: 'That is the weird thing. I would love to do an acoustic show with Rammstein. But you can’t just stop what we do. I’d like to get stunts advisors, but the other guys aren’t too open to having someone from outside come up with these things.' (source)

So in conclusion: WHERE'S THE ACOUSTIC SET YOU'RE DREAMING ABOUT MY MAN. I'm convinced we all would welcome it with open arms 😌

#rammstein #richard kruspe #rzk #ask

[childoftheriver]

Happy Hump Day

#greg lake #camels #everything about him is perfect #his hair!!! #his gorgeous face #those hands #beautiful man #i believe in father christmas #accoustic guitar #elp #emerson lake and palmer #emerson lake & palmer #emerson lake palmer #a greg a day (or two or more)

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi!! Shaz (hope you dont mind me calling you by ur name). I slept and this man JK came live (in the morning?!) and what he did???????

Fucking talked about JM - jm this jm that , watched like crazy accoustic version(one of the beautiful version of LC and rendered angelicly by JM) imitated JM's expressions and dropped the bomb of rainy day story😭😭😭😭. Do u hear me? RAINY DAY STORY which was nothing short of k drama plot🤧. The way JM told the story and JK told was like north and south pole🤣. Iam happy that JK gave more details hope JM doesnt side eye JK for this🤭.

This man is whipped for JM beyond the limits and my heart cant take this anymore😭😏. See this smile his exclusive Jiminie hyung smile

Baby is glowing🥺💛💜

Hi darling! Of course u can call me by name. Its there to be called 😁😆😆 😘

This man is so in love its insane! And boy is it wonderful to witness. Bet those Y/N wish they were Jimin right about now.

Jungkook hates Jimin Jungkook hates Jimin Jungkook hates Jimin Jungkook hates Jimin Jungkook hates Jimin Jungkook hates Jimin

Y'all can scream that till the cows come home but JK will prove you wrong time and time and fucking time again!!!

Jungkook loves Jimin

Jungkook adores Jimin

Jungkook is in love with Jimin

Jungkook only wants Jimin

Jungkook is only dating Jimin

Jungkook's priority is Jimin.

Jimin Jimin Jimin Jimin Jimin. The man that Jungkook loves, has always loved, will always love, and no amount of fuckery will ever, ever take that away. Facts are facts are fucking facts. Go cry to your mama about it.

JK was so real for this. Sometimes I wonder if he doesn't see the shit that goes on online and decides to go; nye nye nye I love Park Jimin, in your face!

#anyway #if jikook isn't real then neither am i #jikook is real #ask shaz #bts ask #bts #jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jimin #jungkook #whipped jungkook #minkook

[wyndsong]

Photo taken by Joe Sia, Long Beach Arena in August 1977.

#greg lake #Lucky Man #accoustic guitar #still he turns me on #70's rocked #ELP #beyond handsome #Greg emoting #closed eyes #the voice of ELP #happiness #70's greg #miss him #one of a kind

[biographydivider]

You know how everyone has a soundtrack to do chores to? Something that makes the banal, mundane tasks of living that little bit more bearable?

Donnie has his podcasts; No Such Thing As A Fish, You're Wrong About, a little MFM when he was feeling sassy ("stay sexy, gentlemen - and don't get murdered!")

Mikey had bubblegum pop, mostly old school stuff - Britney, Christina, Backstreet. Silly fun music to keep his energy up.

Raph liked repeats of Make A Man Out Of You from Mulan. It made him feel strong for lifting up the couch to vacuum, which was always his job.

And Leo...

"Nardo," Donnie called, as he and his brothers walked into the common room of the lair. "We have returned --"

"With snacks!"

"Yes Michael. With snacks. For movie night. Which we cannot have unless the lair is spotless, according to Papa."

Raph dumped the canvas bag of candies, chips and dips on the kitchen counter (of course the boys do their part to reduce waste; you think they want their sea-dwelling cousins to be eating plastic bags, straws up their noses?! Nuh-uh). "You done with the dusting, Leo? Uh...Leo?"

The faint strings of accoustic guitar and piano could be heard from the gaming room. Donnie scrunched up his nose in confusion.

"That sounds like Sunita's playlist. Did we leave something with Bluetooth turned on?"

The music started to swell.

"Sacred prayer, and we'd swear to remember it all too well..."

Someone was singing along. The boys crept towards the game room, weapons drawn.

"Well," the voice sang, cracking with emotion, "maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much --!"

"Is that...?" Raph asked. Donnie nodded, and Mikey started to giggle. As they rounded the corner into the gaming room, all three boys put their weapons away.

Becuase there was Leo. Draped over one of the chairs of an arcade machine, mop in hand, singing along to Taylor Swift.

"Runnin' scared, I was there, I remember it all toooooo weeelll...."

Mikey went to speak, to let his brother know they were there, but Donnie clapped a hand over his mouth. April's girlfriend Sunita loved this song, he'd heard it a million times. He knew what was coming.

Sure enough, Leo sank to his knees, his face a mix of anguish and ecstasy, clutching the mop handle like a microphone.

"AND Y'CALL ME UP AGAIN JUS' TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE!!!"

Leo made a fist and shook it sadly.

"So casually cruel in the name of being honest..."

"Having fun, Nardo?" Donnie snarked, leaning against the arcade machine. Leo leapt up like he'd been electrocuted; limbs flailing, rocketing back against the screen and getting an impressively high score on Zombi-o-Rama 3.

"Aiii-!!!"

"Does that mean y'chores are done?" Raph said, trying to keep a smile from his face. "Only reason you couldn't come to the bodega was 'cuz you weren't finished up yet."

"Yeah, I..." Leo got to his feet, flushing and clearing his throat. "Got, uh...just got in here to mop."

"Well, sooner you finish, sooner you can come help us set up for tonight."

"I got you your favourite chips!" Mikey sang as he and Raph left to head back to the common room. Leo pouted.

"Can't I have them now? As a pre-reward?"

"Sooner you get started," Donnie said, still smirking, "sooner you can have your Habanero Doritos. Oh, don't be upset, brother!" He started to back out of the room, wiggling his hips. "You simply have to shake shake shake shake shake, shake it off, shake it off..."

"DONNIE DANCES TO KATE BUSH WHEN HE THINKS NO-ONE'S HOME" Leo bellowed, loud enough for the whole sewer to hear.

"Wh--? How do you--? I mean, no I--"

"HE WRAPS HIMSELF IN A BATH TOWEL AND PRETENDS HE'S SEXY"

"Leo--!!"

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt fic #rise of the tmnt headcanon #rise donnie #rise leo #rise mikey #rise raph #disaster twins

[nhularin]

SHAME GAME !! s.jyn

hey! Ebay F4!!

!! JAKE

Delulu (1).Refugia High's self proclaimed heartthrob. He had a pretty awkward encounter with a classmate once and now thinks that everyone and their mother is in love with him. Bffs with the gang since kindergarten! Has a parasitic (his words) relationship with sunghoon. Captain and shooting guard!

!! ZHANG HAO

Delulu (2)! Except that he DOES have a small, but loyal fanbase on campus! Hates to admit it and WILL kick you into the 4th dimension for bringing it up, but he's lowk a big eunwoo stan and refreshes those daily fanpages between classes. Annoys taehyun on a daily basis and got hit with a medicine ball by the muscle man (pretty sure he has some sort of brain damage now). Point Guard of the team!

!! TAEHYUN

THE jun pyo and irl dao ming si! Hes not the leader of tge pack but definitely got the popularity that the two aforementioned claim they have. He posts accoustic covers on tiktok but keeps his face hidden. rejected jake's friendposal when they were little but gave up after delulu (1) came to his house every day for a week. REFUGIA BKT's power forward!

!! SUNGHOON

delulu (3)... literally has the same personality as candace flynn when it comes to his crushes. despite his godly looks, he does NOT PULL!!! modelled for the local tteokbokki shop run by his grandma and now calls himself a runway model. his unhinged behavior got him banned on twitter four (4) times. ahjummas love him , the rest of the world doesnt. The team's center!

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