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Kidlat Tahimik
- Why is Yellow at the Middle of the Rainbow?
1994
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Hi!! ❤️🇻🇳 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) love from Vietnam for u writing~
*Mention: A lil kill and violence here ಠ_ಠ*
So, I was cooking, and then...my mind come an ideal for Shattered Glass Au ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
What happen when Megatron Daughter meet SG!Megatron!!
I images that, SG and Origin world got a portal connect two world together.
What reaction when Buddy first see SG!Megs? I think she gonna be scared and hid in her room.
What reaction when she saw SG!Megatron is a great patient, loving dad toward her just like OP?
Will she get close to him and call him "Dad"?
(I think SG!Megs gonna teary when he hear her call him that 🥹, I'm not cry...)
Because SG!OP very violence, to make SG!Megatron fight him in Cybertron.
OP decide to kidnap and kill small sparkling Buddy infront of SG!Megatron.
SG! Megatron: I'm happy...cause you still alive in this world, lil one...
(I'm not crying 🥲...nope...)
And what punishment will happen to Megatron when SG!Megatron hear he, himself in this world abused Lil Buddy while he supposed to cherish and protect her, not be her nightmare 🥲
SG!Megs: I'm sorwy...
Buddy: Not your faul...dad...
SG!Megs: *Tear split out of his eye* I'M NOT DERSERVE YOU!!! WOAHHHHH!!!
Oh!
Oh...
Oh...
Prepare any tissues at hand, they will be used.
This is my interpretation of SG! TFP, it may change in other works if the plot needs it.
Hope you enjoy!
Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality meeting SG! Megatron
SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hurt and Comfort, mentions of violence and death, nothing graphic though, Cybertronian reader
TFP
It was a normal day on base.
Buddy was watching a movie with the kids on the projector.
Bee and Smokescreen had just gotten back from patrol.
Arcee was talking with Optimus and Ratchet about something.
The Wreckers had managed to get Magnus to throw a lob after days of pestering.
Truly a lovely day.
Until the portal spawned in the center of the base.
“Oh, not this again!”--Buddy
Buddy shields the kids with her frame.
“What do you mean again!”--Miko
“Trust me this has happened more times than I would like to have! The travel is awful and the lands are worse!”--Buddy
“And that’s story to tell for another time!”--Ratchet
“How do we stop it?!”--Wheeljack
“You don’t! You either get sucked in or something—”--Buddy
BANG!
The light disappears.
“—something comes out.”--Buddy
There in the middle of the bases floor were three mechs sprawled out, groaning from their rough landing.
Three very familiar looking mechs…
Oh no…
The kids could feel Buddy shake at the sight of the newcomers.
The three mechs stood up and scanned their surroundings.
There was no doubt that they were Megatron, Starscream and Soundwave.
They had different paintjobs with similar frame structure, but that wasn’t what Buddy was focusing on.
She was focusing on the blue optics staring at her.
The blue optics she once looked into when she was a sparkling.
The blue optics of Megatron.
Buddy and SG! Megatron staring at each other.
Optimus and Ratchet immediately get in front of her.
Starscream and Soundwave stand up slightly in front of their leader who was just starting to stand.
Tense silence.
Megatron holds eye contact with Prime.
“We do not mean you any harm.”--Megatron
“And how do we know this isn’t a trick Megatron?”--Ratchet
Megatron looks at Starscream and Soundwave.
All three drop their weapons, surprising the Autobots.
“Megatron?”--Optimus
“As I said before. We do not mean you any harm.”--Megatron
“You are not our Megatron, am I correct?”--Optimus
Megatron nods.
“We come from an alternative universe. You seem to know my name as Megatron. This is my loyal Second in Command, Starscream.”--Megatron
“Two words I never thought I’d hear in a sentence.”--Smokescreen
“And my third in Command Soundwave.”--Megatron
“Hi!”--Soundwave
Almost everyone visibly jumps back.
“Did—did he just speak?”--Wheeljack
“Yeah? I talk all the time!”--Soundwave
“Sometimes more than usual Soundwave.”--Starscream
“Yeah. Sorry about that one time Screamy.”--Soundwave
Starscream shakes his helm fondly as Soundwave scratches the back of his neckcables.
“We come from a world that is near opposite to yours.”--Megatron
“How do you know that?”--Ratchet
“Our chief scientist, Shockwave was experimenting on the latest relic we managed to acquire from the Autobots. There was no telling what they were going to do with such a relic. Shockwave had enough time to tell us some of the basics before the blast came through.”--Starscream
Optimus nods at the new information.
“How are you guys getting back home?”--Smokescreen
“Shockwave was making a failsafe in case something like this happened. In theory we should be back in a couple of hours. But seeing as he was halfway done with it when the flash came in… a week at most.”--Soundwave
Megatron turns to Prime.
“Will you allow my mechs and I a place of refuge until then?”--Megatron
Prime thinks before agreeing.
Optimus in turn begins to introduce himself and the rest of the team.
He named Buddy last.
This certainly had gotten a reaction from the three Cons.
“This is Buddy, our archivist and technical support of the team.”--Optimus
All three mechs stare a bit at Buddy.
Soundwave kneels down and gently pats Buddy’s helm.
“It’s--it’s good to see ya kid.”--Soundwave
He stands back up, making room for Starscream to kneel.
He offers her his servo to shake.
Buddy shakes it hesitantly.
Starscream just smiles.
“Pleasure to meet you Buddy.”--Starscream
Buddy took the first step towards this Megatron.
It wasn’t the fact that he took a step backwards that surprised her the most.
It is his optics.
Fear.
Sorrow.
Regret.
Hope.
What happened to him?
Buddy slowly approached the giant and held out her servo.
Slowly he grabbed her servo.
It was shaky.
Nothing like the strong death grips she had grown accustomed to.
After the exchange it was settled that the three Decepticon’s would stay until their Shockwave got them home.
It was extremely tense around the base.
Starscream, strangely, got along well with some of the bots. This just surprised them when they found this Starscream to be way more tolerable than the one they knew.
For one, he wasn’t trying to kill Megatron ever second.
Starscream was surprised to hear his counter part wanting to do that to his leader.
He would never try and do that to his Megatron!
He was also caring to others, which was another shock to the team.
Bumblebee trips on a stray cube, slightly skinning his knee.
“Oh! Here let me.”--Starscream
Starscream pulls out a mini mesh kit to fix the joint.
Confused Bee noises intensifies.
Soundwave got along best with the kids and younger Bots.
It was only natural.
There almost wasn’t a second where he wasn’t making some sort of noise, whether it be music or talking, much to Ratchet’s dismay.
It was rare to hear him go silent.
He has mixed feelings about his counterpart’s silent but deadly behavior.
Mainly because he can’t stand so much stillness, ironic being the master spy he was.
Soundwave and Miko jamming out to some rock ballads.
Ratchet looking with horror from afar.
“Oh Primus… there’s two of them now…”—Ratchet
Megatron stays mostly by Prime’s side as the two would have nice talks.
He was the slowest to be integrated into the group.
He did ask about his counterpart, but he noticed that no bot would outright talk about his alternative whenever Buddy was in the room.
There were always side glances towards Buddy’s direction.
Worried glances.
One thing each of the Decepticons noticed fast was that Buddy was never left alone with any of them.
Usually, she was accompanied by a bot or two.
But whenever Megatron came, it almost doubled in numbers.
Soundwave was the one who brought it up one day as he plopped down next to her.
“So, Buddy… how’s your Megatron doing? I mean why haven’t we seen him with you?”--Soundwave
“We aren’t exactly… on talking terms Soundwave.”--Buddy
“How come?”--Soundwave
Buddy looks over at Soundwave and the other Con’s nearby.
“I think you might want to sit down for this.”--Buddy
They quickly sat down by Buddy, as some of the other bots sat down close by.
She knew why, but she continues.
She took a vent in before telling them her story from the beginning.
From the moment Megatronus found her.
From the times she remembered being in Orion Pax’s care.
From the times she was snuck into the gladiator quarters.
From when she met Soundwave and the minicons.
From the Senate meeting.
From the last time seeing Orion and Ratchet.
From when the war started.
From when the training had begun.
From when Megatron left, leaving her to control the army.
From Megatron’s return with the Dark energon.
From Megatron’s worsening training and ideals.
From Megatron’s second death and her having to take care of the army once more.
From Starscream’s ideals and the pushing.
From Megatron’s return.
From The Slash.
From the worse training to date.
From Soundwave snapping.
From Soundwave giving Buddy away to Prime.
The Decepticons had gone silent.
Soundwave was the first to reach out for a hug.
It felt familiar, yet different.
Starscream was the next.
Who knew Starscream could give out good hugs?
Then Megatron…
After a pause he asks if it was okay to hug her.
Buddy had leaped into his open arms before he could finish the sentence.
She buried her faceplate into his neck cables hugging tightly.
Megatron hugged tight too but minded his strength and size.
He gently stroked her back.
“I’m… I am so sorry Buddy.”--Megatron
Buddy lightly hiccupping in Megatron’s neck cables.
“I am so sorry little one.”--Megatron
Buddy finally faces Megatron.
“It—It wasn’t your fault. You had—had nothing to do with my Megatron’s actions.”--Buddy
“…”--Megatron
“…Something happened to my alternative, didn’t it?”--Buddy
“…Yes…”--Megatron
That was when he told her about his Buddy.
From when he found her in the alley.
From raising her with his friend Orion Pax.
From meeting Starscream and Soundwave.
From the Senate meeting.
From the last time she would see her uncle Orion storm out of the chamber.
From the time Nemesis Prime had arisen.
From the time she had been a shining beacon of hope amongst the soldiers.
From the time she disappeared.
From the time Soundwave and him found Prime holding her by her neckcables, struggling out of his grip.
From the pleas.
From the last ‘love you’.
From the blast of the cannon.
From holding his daughter’s offlined corpse in his servos.
From moving to Earth.
From the continuation of the war.
Buddy only hugged him tighter.
He needed it.
They both needed this more than anything.
It was at that moment the light came through.
It was time for them to leave.
The Cons saying their good-byes to everyone.
“If you ever end up in our universe, wouldn’t recommend it, feel free to ask for any of us! Maybe we can show you the base!”--Soundwave
“I’ll keep that in mind.”--Smokescreen
“Thank you again for your hospitality.”--Starscream
“You’re welcome Starscream.”--Optimus
The Cons turn to Buddy, each giving their own long hugs.
Megatron and Buddy give the longest hugs.
“Stay strong little one.”--Megatron
“Same to you, big guy.”--Buddy
Megatron and Buddy give each other one last look before the three walk to the light and vanish just as fast as it came.
They both knew that the alternative couldn’t replace the other, they lost to time. But it still felt good knowing that somewhere in the universe, one was alive and well.
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Tricky Enemies to Lovers Situation
[Note from WQA: I answered a question yesterday that went missing after it was queued, so this is my best effort to recreate the original question and my answer efficiently...]
Anonymous asked: I have an enemies to lovers story where there's no opportunity for the characters to get together where they wouldn't immediately fight one another. How can I give them the opportunity to get to know each other and fall in love in a way that's believable?
The Abandoned Mission: the first thing you have to establish--which you probably have since you mentioned (in the lost ask) that you had their arcs fleshed out, knew why they fell in love, etc.--is what allows this love to flourish despite starting on opposite sides, because what you don't want to do is have one say, "I know you're trying to destroy my village, but I love you, so heckin' go for it!"
-- one starts to come around, realizes their side is wrong, and switches sides
-- both sides unite against a common/far worse enemy
-- both realize that the fight is pointless/futile/both sides wrong
This will be part of their character arcs... or at least the arc of whoever changes sides... as they start to see the truth through getting to know the other one, start questioning their beliefs, and begin to change their mind.
Accessibility: Your first challenge is finding a non-combat way to get them together, or at least get them talking if not face-to-face. It all depends on your story and what makes sense within it, but some ideas:
Supernatural Communication - Is there a supernatural way for them to be face-to-face or at least communicate? Think of the mental connection between Alina and the Darkling in Shadow and Bone, or the force bond betwen Rey and Kylo Ren in the Star Wars movies. It could be a telepathic connection, a magical connection, or even a magical object that allows them to be in the same place or simply communicate.
Technological Communication - Or, maybe your story takes place in our world, in the recent past or near future. Or perhaps in a far-future sci-fi world. Is there some sort of technology that could allow them to be in the same place or easily communicate? Something like a hologram projector, "holodeck" type area that can be accessed by people in two different places, or even simply video calls or text messages?
Old School Communication - Even if a supernatural or technological form of communication doesn't work in your story, you can always rely on good old-fashioned handwritten letters.
Stuck Together - Another option is for them to somehow get stuck together in some situation where they're both vulnerable. Like, maybe there's some disaster when they're both in the same place and end up in a survival struggle together. Or, maybe they're both abducted by an even worse third party, and have to work together to escape. Maybe the villain's resolve is weakening, so they're overthrown by someone within their organization, imprisoned, and then it's this faction who imprisons your character (and not the love interest villain), forcing them to work together to escape.
All you have to do in any of the above scenarios is figure out how and why they start communicating in the first place. Maybe the villain reaches out to the MC thinking they're a weak link that will spill information, or maybe the MC intercepts a courier carrying a letter from the villain to an ally--and the MC decides to write back. Maybe the villain is a little extravagant and holds a party via their version of a holodeck and your MC sneaks in and is caught... but this opens up the door for them to continue meeting this way. Even if they just meet once out in the woods, bathing in a lake and caught totally off-guard, there are always ways to get these two characters "in the same room" outside of a combative context. You just need to brainstorm a little.
The Ice Breaker: once you get them face-to-face or communicating in whatever way, there needs to be some sort of ice breaker to get them talking about something other than the conflict at hand. This could be one noticing and commenting about something they have in common... like noticing the other is wearing a cultural bracelet and realizing they have that culture in common. Or one realizing the other is fluent in their language, and coming to learn they were born there or their parent was born their. It could be one observing the other experiencing a red flag from their side and pointing it out with commentary. (Like: "See the way they lie to you? That's what they do to my people...") It could be one making a joke, a snarky quip, or illustrating some knowledge or skill that intrigues the other. It could even be a rendering of aid... maybe one catches the other when they trip, one patches up the other's injury, or one provides a translation or other nonsensitive data. Again, it just all depends on the situation in your story and what's believable.
The first version of this ask was so, so much better. I'm hoping against hope that I inadvertently replied privately instead of sending it to the queue. But I wanted to do my best to recreate it in case it really did get eaten by the Tumblr goblins.
I hope this version is still helpful!
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Muggle Music & Movies
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x gn!reader
Summary: The son of one of the most Blood-Proud families in the Wizarding World gets caught with a Muggle device.
Warnings: None, just fluff <3
Word Count: 874
Draco Malfoy is part of the most notorious Pure-blood families of the Wizarding world. It's common knowledge that him and his family are not fans of anything Muggle. It's how they were brought up, and how their lifestyle will be.
You thought Draco was the same; cruel, cold, and extremely anti-Muggle. That was, until, you caught him in an abandoned classroom, in quite a compromising position.
"Oh, sorry Malfoy I didn't mean to intrude, what are you- IS THAT A WALKMAN?"
Draco Malfoy's head snapped up to look at you and he shoved the Walkman into the pocket of his robe, before sharply getting up and darting towards you.
"No, I don't know what you're talking about." He stares at you, questioning whether you are going to continue your interrogation. Obviously you are.
"Umm, yes you do! That was a Walkman, I had one for my 16th birthday a couple months ago. Why do have a Muggle device?"
At that comment, Malfoy shoves you into the wall, and covers your mouth with his hand. "Shut up." He realises how close the two of you are, and takes a few steps away from you.
"OK, you need to calm down. I'm just asking." You try to shrug off his reaction, but you still have more questions. "Why are you, of all people, secretly listening to Muggle music?"
Draco sighs and turns back towards you. "Do you promise not to tell anyone? Especially not my friends? And my father won't hear about this?"
"Yeah," you raise your eyebrows, "I won't tell anyone."
"The music is actually really good. My father wouldn't let me take Muggle Studies as a class in third year, but that Granger girl did, and I heard her talking about... Muggle things."
"OK, so you secretly bought a Sony Walkman?"
"I saw it in a Muggle charity shop in London when I was on my way to Diagon Alley. I just thought it would be cool. The gadget already had these songs on it." He shows you a list of 10 songs in a tidy scrawl.
Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana
Creep - Radiohead
Iris - Goo Goo Dolls
Boys Don't Cry - The Cure
Times Like These - Foo Fighters
The Winner Takes It All - ABBA
Wonderwall - Oasis
I'll Be There For You - The Rembrandts
Livin' On A Prayer - Bon Jovi
Girls & Boys - Blur
"Why do you care about me?" You hear Malfoy say, very quietly.
"Well, I care because you go around screaming bloody murder about Muggle-borns, and here you are on a Saturday afternoon, hidden away in an abandoned classroom."
"It's complicated. I actually think things like this," he pulls the Walkman out of his pocket, "are really cool. We don't have this kind of magic as wizards."
"I guess. I've never really thought about it like that." You walk over to one of the desks and sit on the table. "My mum's a Muggle, you see. I was brought up on Chocolate Frogs and Disney films."
"What are Disney films?" Draco asks, confused. "Is that like, another sweet?"
"Oh. My. Gosh. You've not heard of Disney? Or films, for that matter?" You suppress a small laugh.
"Well, I did just mention that my father was a controlling, anti-Muggle lunatic. So, no I don't know what films are." The coldness that you knew as Draco Malfoy started to peek through at this comment, but not enough for you to be deterred by his response.
"OK, I am definitely bringing in my projector. And a Disney film." You stop and think for a moment. "What kind of things do you like? Animals, magic, princesses?"
This was how you ended up in your dormitory on a Friday night a week later, led on your bed with Draco Malfoy, watching Bambi.
"What just happened? Where's his mum gone?"
You turn around to see Draco's eyes welling up, and looking confused at the moving picture on the screen.
"Umm, yeah, she dies Draco. The hunters got her."
"That's awful! This is a kid's film! What children enjoy this?"
Right. Maybe Bambi wasn't a good first choice for an introduction into Disney films. You definitely should have gone for The Little Mermaid.
"But, Draco watch."
The two of you finish watching the film, but Draco still seems hesitant.
"See Draco, it has a happy ending."
"Yeah, but his mum still died. How would you get over that?"
"I don't know Draco, but that's not the point of the film. It's about friendship, and development, and love."
"I still don't think it's acceptable for children." Draco huffs indignantly.
"Draco, wizarding children's stories involve RIPPING PEOPLE'S HEARTS OUT and even BEING MURDERED FOR POWER. How is this unacceptable?" You sigh, mostly joking.
Draco doesn't say anything to that comment, but a moment later he asks. "Can we watch another next week?"
You turn to him surprised. "Really? You enjoyed this? I thought you said it was unacceptable for children..."
"Yeah, but... I like spending time with you."
At this, you turn around and face Draco, looking into his eyes. "I like spending time with you too."
Draco pulls you in towards him, and your lips meet.
"Maybe," he thinks, "being caught with my Muggle music wasn't so bad after all."
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Donald Fagen of Steely Dan was killed by a gorilla last Wednesday. He was hollering and “"havin’ a cow” over the railing looking at Fat Linus’ gorilla hooters. Funeral was held in the gorilla exhibit while Third World Man played on an hacked Buck Bumble cartridge in a modified N64 connected to a projector that electrocuted 10 people to death later that evening.
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okay post sonic symphony post recap :D
1st mezzanine sweep (could see both the orchestra + the singers excluding when they went in the audience at one point) + we were right next to the projector (cool!!!!) and some of the speakers (ouch)
orchestral:
setlist (as best i remember, i wasn’t writing it down, PLEASE correct me):
sonic 1
sonic cd
sonic 2
sky sanctuary
sonic mania
“welcome to 3D”
believe in myself/it doesn’t matter medley
chao garden
“three new ones”
rooftop run
aquarium park/planet wisp
frontiers medley w/ stuff from third DLC
i was so excitedly surprised to see the new visuals!!! they did a really great job combining the new origins cutscenes with gameplay and the timing was INCREDIBLE esp for a live show. infinite kudos and honestly i can appreciate them waiting two years to actually do this since the cutscenes really tied to first few medleys together
conductor absolutely CRUSHED IT dude was very understanding that the audience was going to be Losing It consistently and he made it work. so much love to that orchestra they did a stellar job and im so sad they’ll get overshadowed by the vocal parts (which. yeah obviously. but they did SUCH great work and the conductor did a great job directing the audiences applause to them)
felt bad they had to stop between every single medley for applause but such is life . also experiencing live audience reactions for stuff like the chemical plant zone drowning trap and amy being playable in the metal sonic race was amazing
enjoyed the sky sanctuary medley even though it took the place of the sonic 3k music overall, so much kudos to the video team that was SO cool (AND IT HAD THE FRONTIERS ANIMATED SPECIAL!!!!! YEAHHHH WIN FOR KNUCKLES FANS EVERYWHERE)
the believe in myself/it doesn’t matter one’s are always so sweet to me i love how they frame them using the cutscenes from each of their respective stories + the end card 🥺 now do that for everyone else’s themes!!!!!!!!!!
i’m definitely forgetting at least one bit in there but it was so delightful all around, the new arrangements were so fun, unleashed sweeps as always but one guy near me was SUPER passionate about aquarium park im glad he was happy. the frontiers medley ended w/ the new supersonic form and having not watched that trailer this was the BEST possible way to see that new content holy SHIT!!!!!!!!
intermission: that was the single most positive bathroom i’ve ever been in and i mean that in the least weird way possible. everyone was so so so excited and complimentary (ty to the person who liked my pins and whose fiancé liked the tails one. i like it a lot too :]) also kudos to the stunning wave cosplayer i saw she was killing it!!!!! molly whoever you were i hope you enjoyed the second half as much as i did
vocal tracks:
setlist (i actually did write this one down):
i am all of me
what i’m made of
open your heart
knight of the wind
escape from the city
(new!!) superstars intro theme
his world
reach for the stars
fist bump
endless possibility
(fake out ending)
break through it all
undefeatable
live and learn
the fake out of having only the orchestra on stage and then l having i am all of me just START even before johnny + jun got on stage. incredible. we were all so distracted i have to find a clip of the audible chaos when the music started going and everyone clocked it was SHADOW FIRST. anyway so so so funny they only showed cutscenes from shth . no gameplay. gee wonder why
interesting structure too, compared to the order of the OG one in 2021 (which focused more on ramping up to the classics + live n learn at the end) this order bookended some of the less popular songs (reach for the stars and the new superstars theme particularly) with the BIG names
you should have heard how much people lost it when johnny said “you are… what i’m made of” i’m so proud of you sonic symphony audience. we are all sonic heroes appreciators
oh also johnny + everyone’s clumsy attempts to name drop/imply song names in their inbetweens. hilarious. astounding. i’m glad we’re your knight johnny
^ re: prev i NEED a recording of that it was glorious. if anyone has one hmu
literally two minutes before the second half started i was telling my beloved friend i dragged along that all i needed to be happy was for them to have kept knight of the wind and it was the FOURTH SONG . WIN FOR JAY. 3 of my top fives within the first twenty mins of act 2. incredible
obviously escape from the city floored everyone. i think that got the most people singing but we were all already exhausted vocally it was very funny hearing what lines people mumbled. but it DID have the most call and response, with the biggest songs they would really just shut off the mics and let the audience sing a lot of lines it was so so fun
johnny took his leave from the stage (and complimented + thanked dave vives and also the fandom), said goodnight, and sometime around now tomoya ohtani was brought on (he deserved more applause and did eventually get it)
superstars theme was cool!!!! but right after city escape was funny bc . no one knows it. you go from most singable theme imaginable to everyone sitting as upright as possible and the half that wasn’t already recording to whip out their phones to capture it especially as they introduce it as “the first time this song has EVER played on this side of the ocean” lmao. hope you liked it london i’m glad you took us down a peg
his worrrrrrlddddd we all love it. we were all so tired. also we kept fumbling the lines bc we all like the zebra head version and rappings hard. i get it. video team did a fun job remixing the visuals for sonic + shadow + silver focus sections though it was really cool
reach for the stars really had people peetering out over the length partly bc we were all exhausted vocally and partly bc it’s sadly less iconic
i could not take fistbump seriously bc they had our beloved ian jr front and center for the whole video. it was glorious. they started w gadget for the opening bit and then bam ian jr everywhere. amazing . got a whole games worth of cutscenes with his beautiful face you did your creator (who was IN THE AUDIENCE) proud
good break before endless possibility though
possibilities are endless. ‘nuff said
jk the video was STUNNING and a lot of it was the opening cutscene which remains some of the best sonic animation ever to this day. and this song REALLY showcased how well the orchestra worked simultaneously with the band it was glorious . the use of the werehog transformation scene in time with:
mwa. stunning choice. and once again damn the band’s vocalist (dave vives) CRUSHED IT. johnny gave him a shout out for being a worthy successor at the shows he can’t attend and it was so so so deserved y’all are in for a treat
around here my ears + voice started genuinely feeling weird. the sacrifices we make for an absolutely wild experience (it’s all fine now though dw <3)
at this point they thanked everyone for coming + the band walked off stage and they turned all the lights off for a joke. me knowing they wouldn’t leave w/o live and learn was skeptical <- totally forgot they had a whole other guest star who hadn’t done his signature contribution yet
“one more” chanting ensued and my bro says he thinks they definitely had someone planted to say that but like. they did way more than one more. no way that was an intentional phrase
the band returned!!!! KELLIN QUINN KILLED IT
it’s dead. it’s dead and gone . my hearing and also the ability to play sonic music it’s been forever changed . hearing those incredible songs from frontiers + a full live orchestra backing up the astounding vocals (HOW) was incredible. this is when i could feel the literal balcony shaking . my vocal chords are going to kill me tomorrow
obligatory “just one more” was undefeatable and ngl im so glad they did it second, the hype up with break through it all made it even better despite them going the opposite in the game . should have used the cooler going supersonic clip from the trailers rather in game though . no one is immune to undefeatable + the extending music video was crazy good
ANOTHER “one last one” in which johnny was called back on stage, pretended to not know what people were asking for/what he was supposed to sing, got the ENTIRE crowd yelling the name of the song, and then and he + kellin absolutely crushed live and learn
it’s live and learn. it’s the perfect end note ft. quinn’s unparalleled vocals. what more do you need
they showed the really funny still shot of shadow overlaid on the moon for the last shot of the video and i know it’s the actual ending but it lingered for like 15 seconds and i couldn’t stop laughing . they showed all the dialogue captions leading up to him dying so i though they were going to show him falling to earth but nah. stock render brain store ass pose
still COOL AS HELL!!!!!!! they had us congratulate EVERYONE and all the individual band members and the orchestra and im so so so happy with how it went . one million thanks to these wonderful people they did a great job
a couple literally got engaged in the lobby. one group started belting sonic underground on like the third floor of the stairway. it was incredible. the oscar’s could never top this ty dolby theaterrr
absolutely incredible all around . special shout out to: the people lowkey cosplaying while still in formalwear (woman in a beautiful white dress wearing a rouge hairpiece i salute you. guy in blue suit and guy in orange suit you’re amazing. woman in the fanciest amy rose dress i’ve ever seen im in love). the people with awesome t-shirts i am among your ranks we love a fandom with cool shirt designs. people in full on cosplay i am so so happy for all the diversity in characters i saw. the line for merch that stretched all the way back into the theater at the end: what was the theater staff doing that was bonkers. the people handing out stickers that i missed i Will be stalking your online stores. all the people in normal formal wear carrying their plushies? amazing. the world is beautiful. goodnight everyone
#text✨#sonic symphony#sonic#i am. exhausted. didn’t get home for another three hours AND i had to eat. i can sleep now i’m glad i typed this up. 100% i’ll remember#smthn later but i like documenting it :]#hope so had someone posts a high quality slime tutorial soon i want to check some stuff#didn’t record much but i DID get the countdowns bc it was so fun hearing everyone’s attention get grabbed#i was in fact singing 99% of the time despite telling myself not to . the wonders of live music ina community full of love <3#. and now for me to reckon with the fact that this is my first propert concert#long post#<- sorry
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Lo and behold! i’ve finally finished making it, the promised list of Pacific Rim fic recs for anon :-) everyone thank @ihavenomoralsss for proofreading this for me!
There’s a good chance most people who've read any amount of newmann fanfiction will have read the first two on this list, as they’re found on the first and fifth pages of the newmann ship tag on ao3 when its sorted by most kudos descending– however i’ve included them anyway because they’re there for a very good reason (which is that they’re FANTASTIC). also, i've grouped all of the "pov outsider" fics together at the end of this post, as they pretty much make up one third of the list– which feels like it warrants it's own section. feel free to dm me or send me an ask to let me know of your thoughts about any of these (or just pacific rim in general!!)! without further ado, may i present to thou, 10 fantastic newmann fics
It’s All in the Hands of a Lazy Projector by patster223
“Hermann is cursed as a child so that he may never remember anyone he meets. Theoretically, this should make falling in love impossible, but then he meets (and meets and meets and meets) Newton Geiszler.”
~10k words, 1 chapter, rated T; exactly what the summary says, it’s an au in which hermann is cursed to forget everyone he meets, it centers around newt and hermanns interactions and how they manage to grow close despite this
if i had to choose a single favorite pacific rim fanfic it’d probably have to be this one. it’s gorgeously written and tackles some themes that hit very close to home for me, personally. i’ve struggled with memory loss for a very long time now, and this fic manages to encapsulate that experience through the lens of magical-realism in a way i’ve never seen captured in any context. i left a comment to that effect (under a pseudonym because i rarely log into ao3 on my phone) and the author’s response is something that still makes me emotional pretty much every time i look at it, “I wanted to imagine a world where memory still mattered, even if it wasn’t remembered. And now, years later, I think that it does. You and I and Hermann hold memory in our bodies and our minds, even if what’s being held isn’t an exact picture or description, but rather an emotion or a question. Memory still has to matter to those with memory loss, even if we end up experiencing it differently.” so, this is not only a recommendation for quality, but also from a very personal place— it’s a fic that addresses the concept of memory loss through a lens of comfort and hope, which it is so rarely seen through, and does it phenomenally. if anyone looking at this post were to read one fic and only one fic from this list i’d want it to be this one. it also characterizes newt and hermann very well and i love their dynamic in it, it’s PHENOMENAL
Letters From Berlin by spenshi
“Newton keeps in touch with his family when he's shipped off to the Shatterdome. Jacob and Illia send care packages to the K-Science Lab.”
~12k words, 1 chapter, rated T; once more, exactly what the summary says– newt sends letters to his family and they send him packages. eventually hermann starts sending them letters (+ emails) as well :]
i read this one most recently out of all the others so it’s the freshest in my memory :-) it’s extremely homely and heartwarming!! additionally, it includes some really fun and sweet interactions between newt’s family and hermann. OH! and, of course, some very fun characterization of newt’s family
Plausible Possibility by cissues / @cacaesthesia
“Newt and Hermann experience some odd post-drift effects.”
~1k words, 1 chapter, rated G; a little exploration of ghost-drift
short and sweet! absolutely fucking adorable too. plus, this contains some headcanons/a discussion of sexuality that i was delighted to find very relatable (as an aromantic person)
Red Patent by highseize
“It's been months since the ocean closed up. Nothing will take this from her now.”
~2k words, 1 chapter, rated G; a snapshot of what mako’s life looks like after the events of the movie ^^
a rare non-hermann-and-newt-centered fic on this list!! this one actually centers around mako :D it’s adorable and i love mako with my entire heart, especially this depiction of her
fool by kaijusalad
“Newton is going to die thinking no-one left on this Earth loves him. (Fool.) He can't have that.”
~6k words, 1 chapter, rated T; hermann believes that seeking out hannibal chau and drifting with a kaiju brain once more will kill newt, and acts accordingly
i LOVE the way this fic is formatted and written– the word choice and unique use of italics and parentheses is incredible and works so well. it describes every action and scene so gorgeously and it just. man. here’s a small except devoid of context that i think showcases this perfectly: “His words are hollow, anyway. They hang in the air, lies filled with helium, a new year's resolution, an 'I'll quit smoking'. (God is real in belief; maybe if he believes in them hard enough they'll come true, and isn't that something for a man who works in numbers to think?)”
One day from lonely by Raehimura
“Hermann is standing outside Newton Geiszler’s private quarters, bony ankles poking out from under too-short standard-issue sweatpants, his hair a wreck and his red-ringed eye still sore, with a lifetime of stolen memories in his head. What if Newt isn’t there? What if he’s sleeping? Or, worse, what if he is waiting on the other side of the door with his own stolen memories fresh on his mind? Above all he remembers, sudden and frighteningly clear: This is not what they do.”
~2.5k words, 1 chapter, rated G; another very interesting exploration of newt and hermann post-drift
i disagree a little bit with some of the characterization in this fic (particular, newt thinking hermann hates him. i think newt very well knows that hermann’s very fond of him) but it’s a great read nonetheless! the best word to describe it would probably be “cozy”
This is a Totally Normal Thing for Friends to Do by SolarMorrigan / @solarmorrigan
“Hermann and Newt don't talk about it (until they do)”
~21k words, 4 chapters, rated T; a fake dating au in which hermann’s dad nags him about not having found a partner yet and hermann panics, telling him that he actually does have a partner just to get him to asking about it, but it backfires when lars expresses interest in meeting him. newt offers to play the part of partner, hijinks and relationship progression ensue. this fic also has an explicit sequel, if that’s your kind of thing
THIS FIC IS SO FUCKING GOOD. there were multiple times where i reacted out loud to things that happened in the fic– most notably a series of “holy fucking shit”s while eating lunch with some friends. it’s adorable and includes some transmasc newt content :3 this fic also includes hermann snapping and standing up to his shithead dad and its GREAT. one of my absolute favorite pacrim fics ever, i can’t recommend it enough
POV OUTSIDER FICS:
HR Complaints by IDoNotBitMyThumbAtYou / @idonotbitemythumbatyou
“Manny Flores has been with the PPDC for nearly a decade by the time he’s transferred to Hong Kong. He just wants to do his job. And he’s good at it. But when he receives the 15th complaint from one Dr. Hermann Gottlieb in only three days, he finds his patience running thin. He wonders which of the two scientists would be more of a nightmare to cohabitate a working space with: Dr. Gottlieb - sender of endless petty complaints, or Dr. Geiszler, their hapless subject. (...)”
~3k words, 1 chapter, unrated (probably G or T); hermann and newt’s relationship through the eyes of someone reading the (non-serious) complaints that hermann sends to hr
i spent three uninterrupted hours looking for this fic to link it here and it was ABSOLUTELY worth it. this fic is so fun, and it uses my favorite trope of all time!! i’m an absolute sucker for “pov outsider” type fics <3 the characterization is phenomenal, i love the oc from whose pov we view the story, and some of the lines made me actually audibly laugh. definitely another one of my absolute favorites. i think i sent a screenshot of the first sentence from the following lines to virtually everyone i know: “After another few weeks of complaints (“Dr. Geiszler asked me if I have any tattoos.” “Dr. Geiszler made an offensive tweet alluding to my personal style. I have attached a link.” “Dr. Geiszler has named his invention ‘the milking machine.’”) And continued insistence that no disciplinary action be taken, Manny was starting to suspect that the latter was closer to the truth: these were the missives of someone deeply, inconveniently in love. Christ, Manny was half in love with the guy himself at this point.” this fic rocks, do yourself a solid and please read it
On The Outside by combeferrer
“Petra Gottlieb, Hermann's mother, watches the first PPDC press conference after the world is saved and notices her son, particularly his relationship with his fellow scientist.”
~1k words, 1 chapter, rated G; for the third and final time, exactly what the description says! newt and hermanns relationship through the eyes of hermann’s mother, who watches a press conference with her son– who she hasn’t really interacted with lately– in it
ANOTHER GREAT FIC!! I love this characterization of newt and hermann’s relationship, and i find the premise and extremely enticing in and of itself so i won’t be saying anything more here <3
Disconnect, Connect Again by cypress_tree / @cypress-tree
“Raising Newt Geiszler has never been easy. Seeing him fall in love can be harder. The development of Newt and Hermann's relationship, from Jacob Geiszler's point-of-view.”
~13.5k words, 4 chapters, rated T; newt and hermann’s relationship through the eyes of newt’s father, over the course of 12 years
LOVE LOVE LOVE this author’s take on newt’s family. it works so well and is very enjoyable to read about. i wish i could articulate how much and why exactly i love this fic in a better manner, but i can’t quite find the right word’s ^^; i’m just going to leave it at “i love it dearly and i adore it’s depiction/interpretation of newt and hermann’s history (and present + future!)”
thank you for reading!! have a lovely day/night ^^ <3
#benny beeps#fic recs#pacific rim#pacrim#newt geiszler#hermann gottlieb#newmann#newton geiszler#kaiju bros#this is my first time making a post like this so PLEASE let me know if the way i've formatted this has rendered it unreadable
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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Crazy date translation
⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️
This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~
Translation under the cut!
(T/N: Very recommended to follow along the date because hnghh, I have never heard him this happy and alive before 😭. Sadly, I don't have this card, so I can't subtitle it myself. But you can check the date recording here in this link.)
The sea breeze passed through the moonlight, bringing the warmth of winter to the south.
I was leaning in Lucien's arms, watching the gripping movie plot on the projector with great interest.
Keeping the same position will inevitably make my back ache, but I don't want to leave his arms.
Just as I adjusted my posture for the third time without making any noise, a soft pillow was placed under my waist.
MC: ...?
Raising my head in a daze, I met Lucien's smiling eyes.
MC: How can you still catch my little move?
Lucien: If it hadn't been for the fact that you made me feel a little tickled, maybe it won't be so quickly discovered.
I laughed and rubbed against the crook of his arm before looking back at the screen.
A few days ago, Lucien was invited to a New Year's Eve party hosted by his research colleagues. The party isn't formal. It's mainly for relaxation and communication.
So at his suggestion, I was happy to accompany him. We arrived early and rented a small manor to start our vacation time.
During the day, we walked around with the camera, and at night we nestled on the sofa, drinking wine and watching movies.
No work and no worries, just a happy and relaxed us.
??: Mary, I've figured out that even if my life were to stop tomorrow, I would still be on the end of the road
Mary: Then I'll go crazy with you and accompany you until the end.
The main character, who has been sentenced with the "death penalty" is dressed in a hospital gown. But his pale face is radiant as he and Mary dragged the IV and ran toward the hospital gates.
The sunset dragged their long shadows, and they took a long way away with each step. It was only when the gorgeous images jumped out of the black end credits that I realized the film was over.
After exhaling a deep breath, I noticed elderly people with gray hair appearing on the left side of the credits one by one.
??: Love is the most important thing in the world.
??: Life is always crazy. You want it? Just get it!
I was deeply touched by their sincere advice to young people, and I felt as if there was a hot fire burning in my heart.
Perhaps in the long road, I also need to have this impulse to run for the heart's desire more often.
MC: Lucien...
While thinking, I sat up and looked earnestly into those long, narrow eyes.
Lucien: What to do? I seem to have guessed MC is about to stir up troubles.
(T/N: 蠢蠢欲动 is an idiom meaning to begin to stir (idiom) / to get restless / to become threatening)
He raised his chin and narrowed his eyes. His magnetic voice fell on my ears.
Lucien: (whisper) You seem to want to do something you've never done before.
Lucien: Just like the protagonist of this movie, he leaves some out-of-the-ordinary, crazy traces in this world.
MC: ...
He said it almost perfectly and even poetically summed it up for me. I pouted and lightly jabbed him on the arm.
MC: No fun. I just ignited three minutes of enthusiasm, and then 80% of it was doused by a clever man!
He intentionally frowned in distress, took me into his arms, and nuzzled against the tip of my nose.
Lucien: (in that grieving tone) So what should I do? I don't know if I have a chance to atone for it...
Lucien: Let's get your three-minute enthusiasm going again.
His eyes rested between my lips almost imperceptibly. Without waiting for me to react, a soft sensation gently sealed my breath.
He slowly teased and nibbled on my lips as if trying to increase the heat little by little.
Lucien: (whisper very, VERY hoarsely) MC, tell me... what were you trying to do just now?
I subconsciously intended to speak but caught an inch of his smile in my dazed vision.
....He was leading me by nose again.
I drew back to my senses and pulled my neck away, escaping from the air that was getting thinner.
Lucien: Looks like my atonement wasn't enough.
Lucien smiled, and another kiss fell on the corner of my eye. His fingertips restlessly touched and lingered on my waist, making me tremble lightly.
And he had no intention of letting me go. His other hand was covering my eyes as if to block all possibility of me ever coming to my senses.
The string called reason shook and swayed as the kiss slowly moved downward, and I buried my face in his coat.
MC: Lucien, be serious.
MC: If this continues even further, I really won't be able to think anymore!
His chest trembled gently under my cheeks as if it was enduring something unbearable.
Lucien: [chuckle] In fact, you don't need to spend time thinking about it.
I pulled my head out of his embrace. I watched in a daze as he took a sip from a glass of wine on the table and casually swayed my fingers with his other hand.
Lucien: Crazy thoughts are inherently irrational.
Lucien: So when these thoughts come up, it's better to follow your heart than to think about it more deeply.
(thinking of his sp date-)
Looking at his serious look, I raised my cheeks and looked up and down.
MC: It always feels strange to hear such words from Professor Lucien's mouth, who usually speaks sensibly.
Lucien: Is that so?
Lucien: Reason and madness may sound like opposites, but sometimes they can exist at the same time.
MC: But isn't it usually when you lose your mind that you get called "crazy"?
Seeing that I objected, Lucien smiled and raised his hand to rub my nose.
Lucien: MC, we tend to think that reason is about what we shouldn't or should do.
Lucien: But in many cases, "unreasonable" is not the same as "wrong".
Lucien: It's just not predictable.
I couldn't help but think of the movie I just saw, where the main character's life changed in amazing ways when he did things he would never have done before.
My heart felt moved, so I sat up and kissed the person in front of me.
MC: Hey, is it like this?
Lucien was stunned by my sudden movement and slightly bent his eyes.
Lucien: This seems to be only a start.
Lucien: After all, this happens to me every day, doesn't it?
MC: It seems this kind of "crazy" to do whatever I want is not enough to satisfy our Professor Lucien.
I said as I intentionally rested my eyes between his lips. My hands slid down to his chest little by little and slowly pressed close to his body.
Lucien seems to have guessed my mind and letting me go close, but the palm of his hand is covering my waist like declaring the initiative.
Seeing that he would pull me close to his arms, I quickly used my hands to resist against his chest.
MC: I admit defeat. I really can't "fight" you and win!
He raised the corners of his lips in triumph, leaned over, and picked up the glass to hand it to me.
Lucien: Anything else you want to do tonight?
Lucien: For example, finishing the landscape you painted yesterday or taking the scones out of the fridge for a midnight snack?
I pondered and took a sip of wine. The choking warmth slid into my stomach.
MC: ...I haven't thought about it. Why don't we do what you said, think of something, and then do it?
MC: Anyway, it's a holiday, so relax your tense nerves and don't worry about anything.
Lucien: Okay. Then I won't worry about it. The painting can be done at another time.
Lucien: If you don't feel like eating a late-night snack, you can also wait until tomorrow to eat the scones that have missed their optimal taste.
MC: Pfft...
What he said made me burst into laughter. I got up, took my wine, and slowly looked around the room.
When I glanced over the spiral staircase, my eyes lit up, and I happily pointed to the slanted moonlight on the steps.
MC: Lucien, look. I can't believe that just by watching a movie, the clouds have dispersed and the stars have come out.
I looked up at the transparent dome and gazed at the stunning view of the galaxy.
MC: Is it just me, or is the air quality really good these few days. Why does it seem like the stars are getting brighter each day?
As I joked around, Lucien also sat down beside me, holding a wine glass.
Lucien: Then I guess we'll be seeing even more dazzling stars over the next few days.
I laughed and pretended to look at him in a serious way.
MC: Lucien, you can't use the fact that you are a professor to speak nonsense.
Lucien: Can't I make a joke?
I reached out and poked his cheek.
MC: You can, but your face is so deceiving that I can easily take anything you say seriously.
Seeing that Lucien was amused by me and laughed, I nuzzled against his shoulder in a good mood.
MC: Say, if we just sit here and watch the stars all night until sunrise…
MC: Would that be a crazy thing to do?
Lucien: Hmmm... I don't think it's necessary to measure the scale of craziness.
Lucien: As long as that is something you want to do, whether you sit here all night or sit for five minutes and then return to bed….
Lucien: It's all good.
Everything is tranquil and time seems to slow down, making my senses increasingly clear.
I can hear the wind blowing through the curtain at the window and the sound of Lucien's hair rustling in my ears.
I couldn't resist closing my eyes to listen to more subtleties that I hadn't noticed before.
Whoosh-
Suddenly there was a soft crashing sound from afar. It was like the sound of an hourglass ticking away in the night.
MC: Lucien, did you hear that?
I opened my eyes, and my hand pointed out the window to the sound. Lucien slightly held his breath as if he was carefully distinguishing.
Lucien: The place we live is not far from the beach. I think it should be the waves.
MC: …The waves?
The rustling sounds kept coming to my ears, and perhaps because of the influence of alcohol or because of the "grand words" just now –
A thought struck my mind, and I stood up.
MC: Lucien.
Lucien: MC, would you like to see the sea right now?
Looking at each other tacitly, a small warmth flowed through my heart, but when I couldn't refrain from nodding my head-
I saw the clock behind Lucien, pointing to one in the morning.
MC: ...
MC: I'm tempted, but it's almost one o'clock now.
MC: We still have to attend the party tomorrow. It won't be good if it affects your condition…
Lucien: It doesn't matter if I sleep less, but it might make MC a little sleepy.
Lucien: So…You can totally reject me.
Lucien smiled lightly, the moonlight cast a hazy color on him, and his collarbone was also faintly visible under the open skirt.
His usual soft and smooth hair was also a little messy because he was lying on the couch with me all night, giving him a little "unkempt" sense of laziness.*
(T/N: 不修边幅 is an idiom meaning not care about one's appearance/ slovenly in dress and manner)
Even though he said that, there was a dark tidal current that swept me deeply into those dark eyes.
It made me sink into them.
I winked and beamed with a big smile.
MC: No, let's go to see the sea.
MC: I don't care if I will be a bit sleepy tomorrow. I want to see the sea with you now.
The interest in Lucien's eyes grew even stronger, his hand absent-mindedly resting on the back of his neck while the other hand holding the wine glass clinked lightly with mine.
It sounded clear and beautiful.
Lucien: Then, we seem to hit it off.
(T/N: 一拍即合 is an idiom lit. to be together from the first beat (idiom) /to hit it off/to click together / to chime in easily)
At night, it turns out that nothing can be seen on the sea except the ivory moonlight falling on the tide.
At the far end of the horizon, a long, thin line of lights from thousands of homes spreads horizontally, so far away that it seems like another untouchable world.
MC: Lucien, there are only two of us here.
MC: It seems that the idea of going to the beach at one o'clock in the morning is really unreasonable~
Lucien: But by occasionally doing the opposite, the sea belongs to us for a brief time.
Lucien: Even though the sea is not blue at all, there are no seagulls to be seen, and you might even step on a small crab moving in the night.
Seeing Lucien joking around, I'm happily took off my shoes and quickly run to the waves to feel the tide soaking through my ankles.
MC: I can't see the sea, but I'm in the sea right now.
MC: I can still feel the sand slipping past my ankles along with the tide and then quietly slipping away from the soles of my feet.
Lucien: The Great Producer seems to be extraordinarily attentive today.
Lucien: I don't know if it's because of the wine or the movie...
MC: Of course, it's because of you.
I was quick to take over his words, winking playfully. Seeing me like this, Lucien burst out laughing.
Lucien: (laughs) What to do? I feel a bit helpless with this slightly drunk lady.
Hearing his little teasing, I purposely flicked my foot and brought the seawater onto the edge of his shoe.
MC: Then Professor Lucien, don't let me stay alone in the sea~ why don't you take off your shoes too? It's comfortable here,
He didn't answer, and just when I thought he would smile and politely decline, Lucien bent down to take off his shoes and walked beside me.
Lucien: Indeed, It's very comfortable, just a little cooler than I thought.
Although taking off the shoes is not a big deal, I feel that his natural response is a bit unexpected
MC: Lucien, how many drinks did you have tonight?
Lucien: Do you think I'm drunk?
His long, narrow eyes were clear under the moonlight, and they clearly captured me in them. I smiled, shook my head, and continued using my foot to send the cold water over his ankles.
MC: It doesn't matter if you are drunk or not. There is no one else here anyway.
MC: So, it's okay for you to be a little more "let loose".
Lucien: Can teacher MC teach me some examples?
My eyes seemed to linger on him. Then I leaned down to cup a small amount of water and splashed it on him.
MC: Just like this?
He nodded thoughtfully, took two steps forward, and when I thought he was going to counterattack, I was about to turn and run-
Before Lucien tenderly shackled me in his arms.
Lucien: (whisper) Teacher, can I draw another example from what you just taught me?
MC: O-of course.
He gazed deeply at me. His fingertips brushed my eyebrows, my eyes… And finally, he held my face and kissed it.
The waves hit the rocks again, but this time, we were in the middle of the waves, surrounded by dense foam and entwined by the sweet taste of wine between our lips and teeth.
I was immersed in this sweet taste. Lucien only pulled away from me a while later. The cold sea breeze lingered at the tip of my nose and tickled me a little….
MC: Ah-choo-!
I quickly covered my mouth, and a chill ran through my body.
MC: … Although it is in the south, the sea is still a bit cold at night.
Lucien: This seems to be an oversight on my part.
He turned and bent down, grabbed my thighs with both hands, and put me directly on his back.
A moment of weightlessness made me cling tightly to his neck.
MC: Eh? Are we going back? But I'm just a little cold and not tired.
Lucien: This lady seems to have misunderstood me.
He said as he walked forward, moving away from the direction of the manor.
Lucien: Since we came to the beach late at night, we should have some fun before returning.
Lucien: It's just that if you stay in the sea all the time, it's easy to catch a cold.
Lucien: So, by carrying you on my back in the sea, we should be able to achieve almost the same effect.
Our shadows are close and seamless under the moonlight.
I contentedly put my face on Lucien's back and talked to him about one thing after another.
The faint sound of laughter rolled away with the waves until I saw the smoke coming from the distance, and I couldn't help but exclaim in a small voice.
MC: Lucien, it's a roadside stall! It looks like a stall for some kind of warm and hot soup.
Lucien: Want to go over and take a look?
MC: Um!
As we got closer, I faintly saw the stall owner turn off the small lights and put the ingredients into the box one by one…
MC: Shoot, looks like it's about to close!
Before I finished speaking, Lucien tightened his arms, and I felt a gentle jolt. I was stunned when I realized he was running with me on his back!
MC: Lucien...?
Lucien: (panting while shouting happily) MC, I'm curious, so without any hesitation...
Lucien: (still continuing shouting happily) I ain't gonna let you miss it.
(T/N: I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR HIM TO SOUND THIS HAPPY AND ALIVE-)
A relaxed laugh passed through my ears. Although I can't see his expression at this moment, I can imagine that calm but warm face.
I couldn't help but laugh and approached his ear-
MC: Professor Lucien, we seem to be a bit "crazy" now.
When I woke up the next day, Lucien was already fully dressed, sitting on the sofa and quietly reading a book.
His white shirt was clean, and his smooth hair was well-groomed.
I can't see that this is the same man from last night, who was so energetic that he chased the stall owner with me on his back so I could successfully drink hot soup, and only went to sleep at dawn…
I secretly laughed, then sat up and stretched.
MC: Lucien, what time is it? Why didn't you wake me when you got up?
Lucien: You were so tired from last night, so I wanted to let you rest a little longer.
Lucien: Plus, there's still plenty of time, so you can take it slow.
MC: So… Since it's early, can I ask for a good morning hug?
I grinned at him and opened my arms. Lucien put down his book, sat on the edge of the bed, and softly pecked me on the lips.
MC: Even Professor Lucien can misinterpret a question. I clearly ask for a hug.
Lucien: Then, just think of it as an additional question that I answered.
I stayed in his arms for a while before going to the closet. I took out a purple dress and a set of a white casual suit with trousers.
MC: Which one do you think I should wear today?
His eyes wandered between the two sets of clothes for quite a while.
Lucien: The party is relatively long, so it is reasonable that wearing a comfortable dress would be better.
Lucien: However, a certain lady was so excited about the party that she went back and forth to pick out her clothes several times while packing.
After a moment of pause, his eyes finally fell on the purple dress.
Lucien: So just wear it, and if you get tired by then, we'll come back early.
MC: Hehe, Professor Lucien understands my mind the most~
Lucien smiled and walked to the mirror. His fingertips lightly crossed the table's edge and took out a pair of butterfly earrings from the jewelry box.
Lucien: I also have a suggestion about the jewelry.
Lucien: You used to say it didn't have the right opportunity to shine, but I think today is that opportunity.
I took the earrings with a smile and hugged him around the neck.
MC: Then I would like to ask Professor Lucien to continue to help me with advice. Is that okay?
MC: I'll need you to help me choose the perfume I'm going to use when I go out. I'll go change first!
Without giving him a chance to react, I kissed him on the cheek and walked into the bathroom with my clothes and jewelry.
After changing clothes, I saw Lucien sitting lazily by the window, shaking the balm in his hand.
MC: Have you picked it out so quickly?
Lucien: To be precise, as soon as I smelled this scent, I knew it was the only way to go today.
MC: Oh? It looks like you're pretty confident in your choice~ Let me see which one you've chosen.
I picked up the balm to smell it, and my eyes widened
It has the scent of waves. The elegant fragrance carries a little bit of salty moisture, letting the memories of last night sweep into my mind.
The dark sea, the rolling waves, the moonlight sways in front of my eyes as he runs…
When I thought about it, I couldn't resist leaning into him, pressing closer to the scent in front of me.
(Cue 5th birthday bgm 🥺)
MC: You just said that you picked it right away. Can I take it that you enjoyed our experience at the beach last night?
Lucien: Mmm, I don't deny it.
Lucien: Although the scenery was pitch black last night, I can seem to remember it for a long time.
Looking at the balm in my hand, I suddenly thought of something and smiled.
MC: I've heard that scent can strengthen people's memories…
MC: So just remember with me a little longer.
As I said that, I leaned back a little. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, with one hand.
I stopped when the sunlight cast a white light in front of his collarbone and rubbed my fingers on the balm.
As we looked at each other, my index finger slowly climbed up and down and slid down his chest with a little more force.
Lucien's palm covered my lower back as if in response to me. His fingertips were caressing. The lace tulle skirt made a rustling sound, just like the waves last night.
I couldn't help but press myself against his neck and breathe the scent of the ocean.
MC: Lucien...
Lucien: Hmm?
MC: In fact, looking back now, what we did last night didn't seem crazy.
MC: It's just strolling along the dark beach and then running after the stall that is about to close.
MC: But for some reason, I just enjoyed last night.
Lucien: Is this kind of "crazy" enough for you?
I stared deeply into his eyes without hesitation.
MC: Of course it's enough. Because you are the one who went to the beach with me, you are the one who held me, and you are the one who ran forward with me on your back.
I paused and pressed my forehead against his.
MC: For me, "crazy" is not about doing something out of the ordinary.
MC: My heart will still beat faster when I do ordinary things with you.
MC: Even when our hair is all gray, it'll still do the same.
MC: Isn't that just the craziest thing ever?
Lucien tightened his arms and pressed himself against me, without leaving any gaps.
Lucien: It really doesn't get any crazier than that.
Lucien: Your very existence has caused me to lose control from time to time.
I reached out to nudge the tip of his nose and smiled playfully.
MC: Then you must continue to be unreserved with me so that I can "occupy" you a little more.
He was stunned, and pretended to let out a sigh of chagrin.
Lucien: [sigh] Am I not unreserved enough in front of you? I can't believe that you have this "illusion".
MC: Because like you, I'm also very greedy.
MC: Although I also like the usual you, I want to see more of Professor Lucien from last night.
MC: And you will satisfy me, won't you?
Lucien answered softly. His quiet eyes seemed to set off layers of sea waves.
Suddenly, I thought of something else, curiously lying on top of him, twirling my fingertips around his hair.
MC: Speaking of which, what would you say is the craziest thing you've ever done before our hair turned gray?
Lucien bent his smiling eyes, lightly pursed his lips, and said nothing.
He just moved even closer to me while carrying the scent of the waves and lowered his head to kiss me.
-And once again, my heart bloomed like a flowering sea wave.
[T/N: 'Loving you is the craziest thing I've ever done in our lifetime' :”]
#SOBBING#awww those cute kisses#mlqc lucien#mr love queen's choice#mlqc spoiler#mlqc cn#mlqc translation#will add more t/n later
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what about prompt h(horror) with beelzebub if it's still available? fluff please, i love reading your fluff writing!
Help I’ve fallen down a Beelzebub shaped hole and I don’t want out alsjaja he deserves all the fluff in the world! Also thank you 🥺 I glad you enjoy my fluff!!
Prompt: H - Horror
Pairing: Beelzebub x gn!reader
Genre: Fluff
Weekly movie night was a tradition that the brothers held close to their hearts. It was a nice way to end the week, an evening together in the darkness of the massive room holding the projector, plenty of snacks and tons of soft blankets and pillows to make everyone comfy.
Each week a different brother would choose the movie, each week you would all take your places on the couches or on the floor, and each week the boys would fight over who got to sit next to you.
Most of the time you let them settle the debate on their own, not wanting to get involved with the silly squabble, but there was one thing that always ended the argument before it ever got to start. That was Horror Movie nights.
Regardless of your stance on scary movies you had learned early on that these movies gave you the perfect opportunity to cuddle up to Beelzebub. The brothers learned the routine pretty quick, if the movie chosen was a horror flick then you were cozied up to the sixth born, a few grumbles and huffs occurred the first few times but by the third scary movie night they were over it.
Beel was the perfect cuddle buddy for nights like this, he kept you warm throughout the movie and always made sure you were comfortable, he kept one arm around you at all times, he let you lean on him or bury your face in his neck depending on your level of scared.
There was one night in particular though that would always stick in the back of your mind. Satan and Levi had been dying to watch a new movie they discovered, a horror movie set in the human world that was supposed to be super scary and super bloody.
About ten minutes into the movie you started to get a weird feeling, the main character looked oddly familiar but you couldn’t place it, you stopped paying attention to the plot and were busy trying to figure out the face.
“Hey! They look just like you!” Mammon chimed as he pointed at the screen while giving you a goofy grin. He was right though, the main character who was currently being stalker by the killer looked eerily like you.
Great. Just what you needed. You started to squirm in your seat, trying not to focus on how similar they looked, trying not to picture yourself being chasing by a guy with huge machete, trying not to be paranoid about hearing noises in the hallway.
You jumped slightly when you felt an arm tighten around you. You looked over to see Beel focused on the screen, intently watching as the main character was running up stairs and locking themselves in a closet. The killer followed at creepy slow pace, as they got closer to the closet where your duplicate hid, you felt a deep rumble in Beel’s chest and his arm pull you in even closer. Your face was squished against the sixth borns chest and you realized he was actually growling at the screen.
You felt your face flush as your made the connection. Beelzebub was so absorbed in the movie that he was becoming territorial and protective over your movie twin. You continued watching the movie but were mostly focused on Beel’s reactions now. Anytime the killer got too close to catching the main character Beelzebub would tense up, his grip on your side tightening just a little, every time the character narrowly escaped death he would loosen up again.
After the movie ended the brothers were all giving their comments and praise, all except Beel who was still holding you close to his chest. You placed a hand on his thigh trying to get his attention, he blinked a few times and came back to reality, he apologized for holding you so close.
After helping clean up the room, you made your way back to your bedroom, though once you reached it you felt oddly not alone. You felt as if someone or something was watching you, you avoided opening your closet and decided Lucifer could handle the bill if you just slept with the lights on tonight.
You were wide awake, sitting in the middle of your bed, when you heard a knock at your door. You jumped about five feet in the air and a high pitched squeak left your body, you stared at your door knowing it probably a brother but your mind said it was the machete killer waiting for you to slip up.
Your phone buzzed in your lap, showing a text confirming it was a friendly demon at your door and not a murderous human. You ran to the door and opened it finding Beelzebub nervously standing in the hall, seeing you in your pajamas made him smile though.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” He asked with red cheeks.
“Yes! Please! I mean— just get in here!” You pulled him into the room and locked the door.
Before you could fully turn around the Avatar of Gluttony had enveloped you in his arms, his face gently pressed into the top of your head, you could hear his heart beating steadily in his chest.
“Is everything okay?” You asked, snaking your arms around his waist to hug him back.
“Mhm,” he mumbled into your hair “Just want to make sure you’re safe.”
You felt a goofy smile break out on your face, he was such a good protector.
“I am as long as I have you.”
#obey me#obey me shall we date#omswd#obey me beelzebub#obey me fanfic#obey me mc#obey me beel#obey me beelzebub x reader#obey me beel fluff#obey me beel x reader#kats 200+ event
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I’ve got Rhett brain, I blame @auroralightsthesky but anyways. If your comfy hcs about what it was like for Wifey and Rhett having the twins? Bc even though they’ve already had like 4 kiddos I feel like it’s just absolutely chaos
Yeah I thank @auroralightsthesky is the reason why I half the majority of the thoughts I do, so thanks bestie!
Honestly all of Wifey’s pregnancies were chaotic, first pregnancy the easiest out of all, second time around hardest one to date: bedridden the entire time, third pregnancy was just nausea and headaches, fourth time was the same as the third
So imagine Wifey and Rhetts surprise when they first learned they were adding another Abbott to the family, and nothing had gone wrong, everything as close to the book normal
And let me tell you how absolutely floored they were when they learned everything in the pregnancy was going just fine AND they were having twins?!
It was a normal day, the first light snow of the season has fallen, covering everything in a thin layer of frost
Wifey was just out for a walk, all bundled up while Rhett, Royal, and Perry were out working in the fields, when Hannah asks for some help with the skunks
And who is wifey to say no, bc animal lover like all of her children. So she goes into the barn to help Hannah add blankets to the nest, as she goes to stand she paused and let out a shakey breath
“Ma?” Hannah was immediately at her mother side, but she just cracks a smile and waves it off “I’m fine” and goes to stand again but another shakey breath let’s out before she felt that familiar pop.
“Hey Hannah Banana..” she hummed, trying to sound as calm as possible “I need you to go get Nana”
Hannah listens rushing into the house yelling for Cecilia before the two of them are immediately back out to Wifey who’s already start to feel the connections, having done this whole process four times already she’s pretty in tune with the whole process so her body’s like ready to go.
“Cece, this is happening… like now” she chuckled gripping onto Cece’s shoulder as they wonder back into the house. Cece brings Y/N into the living room before calling Rhett
Boy was that I fun phone call “hey Ma… what….. right- right now? I’m in the middle of the fucking pasture…. Okay…. Yeah” before he drops his tools and runs over to his horse and just takes off leaving Royal and Rhett very confused
Back at the house Cece’s trying to get Y/N into the truck but it’s not going to well “Cece I’ve done this four times.” She groans, leaning over the armrest of the couch “We get in the truck and it’s a half hour drive into town, then another twenty to the hospital” she shook her head “I don’t have that time and these boys are just like their father… no patience”
Rhett makes it to the house in record time and joins Cece in trying to get Y/N into the truck. To which she shakes her head and starts heading up the stairs. Rhett looks between the Stairs and Cece before letting out a groan “Ma do you wanna go help her? I’ll be there in a minute” Cece just nodded and followed Y/N
“Amy!” He called before the girl came in from somewhere in the house “I’m gonna go set up the projector in the barn, okay? I want you to take your cousins out there and watch movies. I don’t care what movies I just need you to keep them all out of the house” he grabbed a few bed sheets and the aforementioned projector and when to the barn being met with Rhett and Perry halfway there
He hands them the sheets and projector “you two, set up a movie theater thing for the kids, Y/N’s in labor. I don’t care what they do, or what they watch just keep them out of the fucking house.”
Wifey man she’s one tough bitch man, because these twins put her through the ringer. We’re talking 15 hour labor(it’s what my mom had to go through with me and my twin 😝) so technically they could have made it to the hospital
At 5:30 AM as the sun started to rise Harvey Dorian Abbott came screaming into the world, his brother however. Stubborn like his father, and at 5:45 AM Franklin Malcolm Abbott joined his brother just as the morning sun hit its peak
#rhett abbot x reader#rhett abbott imagine#rhett abbott outer range#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott#outer range x reader#lewis pullman outer range#outer range#lewis pullman imagine#lewis pullman x reader#lewis pullman
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WIP Wednesday Thursday
Meant to post this yesterday but never got around to it.
So for that fic that won my poll (Gamora character study + Zen-Whoberi culture exploration + Starmora), I haven't started actually writing it yet so it's still in its bullet-point-list phase. But here's a general outline of some things I've got so far:
- Thinking of maybe making it three chapters. First chapter would be about Gamora learning about her culture in her adulthood after being stolen from her home, second chapter would be about Peter learning about her culture to show her how much he cares about her and learning about her people, and the third I'll need to do some more research about before committing to it lol
- Would base the reasons for Zen-Whoberi's pre-Thanos decline on factors of real-world falls of civilizations like Rome and the Maya
- Part of chapter 1 would be Gamora trying to cope with what happened in adulthood after learning more about her people (learning to stop covering up her naturally golden eyelids with makeup, feeling distanced from and abandoned by her gods, etc.)
- Through her research over the years, she's learned a lot about her home city, and how it was a hub for architecture, philosophy, mathematics, and religion. Through reading public records she learned more about her mother, her mother's family, where they came from, and maybe takes up a familial trade as a hobby (need to workshop that more for specifics)
- First chapter would end with Peter walking in on her reading up on things, or maybe trying to figure out that previously mentioned trade hobby, and sitting down with her to learn alongside her. He's patient and curious, listening to her talk and having questions, genuinely eager to learn more about her and her roots
- Chapter 2 would basically just be them being together and Peter unknowingly does something that is the Zehoberei cultural equivolent of a marriage proposal, or mating for life, something really huge like that. Gamora kind of freaks out about it because it's a really big deal and Peter realizes that he REALLY needs to do more research
- They get everything clarified and sorted out and afterward they have a good laugh about it. He starts making silly references to Zehoberei history and pop culture like he does with his Earth references to try and show her that he knows his stuff, and it's really endearing, but he kind of just sounds like an idiot (lovingly)
- And that chapter 3 idea that I need to research more. Apologies if there's holes in this. Basically, Peter tries to pitch going back to visit Zen-Whoberi because the planet itself wasn't destroyed. I thought about him using that holo-map projector/chrono-scanner he used on Morag to view what the planet looked like before it was abandoned. Not sure how plausible this idea is but it sounded fun to explore
#gotg#guardians of the galaxy#gamora#gamora zen whoberi ben titan#starmora#peter quill#star lord#mcu#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#fic writing#writing process#wip wednesday#wip#current wip#work in progress
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Nonsense continues apace. I've already got almost 8k of this down, and it's GROWING. Oh God.
There was a ballet going on above Crowley’s head. Well, a ballet class. Judging by their thunderous footfalls, the kids currently using the upstairs room of the church hall were going to need a lot more lessons before they mastered the butterfly grace of professional dancers. Crowley had the downstairs room, and the use of an overhead projector. Shaking off a sense of déjà vu, she adjusted her first slide and turned to face her audience.
“Right,” she said, whipping out an ebony pointer leftover from her days as ‘Mr Harrison’. “Let me tell you about plants. They have three needs – light, water, and taking advantage of your generosity. Biggest one is the third – taking the pi…taking advantage. For some of them? It’s never enough. You can give a plant all the light and water in the world. Fertiliser, too. You can even bust out the Baby Bio on them, but they will give you no quarter.” She smacked down the pointer for emphasis. “It’s not enough for them. They won’t be satisfied until they’ve got into your heads. How, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you. They will wilt. They will get leaf spots. They will pretend – very convincingly, sometimes – to be dead. These are the ways in which plants will attempt to emotionally manipulate you into thinking you’re not taking proper care of them. Even when you are. Your job, as gardeners, is to never give them an inch. Is that clear?”
There was a faint rumble of assent, but it was mostly drowned out from above by the elephantine thuds of small children hitting the floor to the strains of Prokofiev’s Peter and the Wolf.
“Look to your right,” said Crowley. “Look to your left, because one of you won’t be here by the end of this gardening course. It is a war out there. Understand?”
The troops nodded. Pathetic.
“‘Yes, Miss’,” said Crowley.
“Yes, Miss.”
“Good. Louder.”
“Yes, Miss!”
“Better,” said Crowley. “Any questions?”
A hand went up in the back row. “Can I go to the toilet, please?”
Crowley sagged gently in despair. “Can you hold it?”
The little girl – a tiny sprout of a thing – shook her head. “It’s a poo, Miss.”
“Okay. Off you go.” Crowley sighed. “No, not that way. They’re still re-tiling in there. You’ll have to go to the ones in the car park. You…are you her brother? Can you take her to the toilet? Thank you. Right. Any other questions? Plant related this time, please.”
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PART THREE (take two) YOU GOT IT PAL
actually writin' this in my notes, so, uh, hopefully i'll remember the way i wrote some of this stuff-
the biggest story on my mind right now is when henry was tryin' ta work late for the third, maybe fourth day in a row. and i wasn't havin' it. that day i had baked breadrolls, so i just waltzed up to him, gave him some, n' just. talked with him. had a chat, yknow? eventually, i convinced him ta go home and get some rest. i'm glad that i could. i also wanna make those breadrolls again some day- they were one of th' only things i could safely make that weren't too shabby, and they were pretty easy fer me. maybe soon.
the next story was when i was helpin' clean the warehouse. clutter, beams, junk, etc... i was just strong enough to help move this stuff. i wasn't entirely helpless, heh. anyways, i was in the middle of movin' a huge metal beam, it's hoisted onto my shoulder, and friggin' bertie is standin' in my way. now. a normal person would say "hey! excuse me, gotta get through!" but not me. cos i didn't like th' guy. so i just. "accidentally" knocked him unconcious with the beam. everyone believed me, sayin' that i "didn't have th' smarts ta pull it off" WELL I DO AND I DID AND IT WAS ON PURPOSE. take THAT. and the warehouse guys didn't help move anythin' it was just me n' lacie
i think i'll save th' repurposed coat closet story for a while, at least 'til i draw what it looked like. it was awesome. i would make that its own seperate post.
although, i'll gladly tell about the writin' department. usually, that place was dead quiet. could hear th' drop of a pin, and then everyone was lookin' at it. but this particular day, everyone was shoutin' and pointin' fingers, all thanks ta friggin connor wheatley. cos he didn't like alice angel. "boo hoo women character waaah waah weh weh weh BLEUGH." he got punched. i let it happen. after that, i slammed my broom handle to th' floor, and everyone went quiet enough for me to go clean. soon as i left, everyone was back at it again, heh.
if you ever were t' hear susie sing, you'd know the recordings NEVER did her voice justice. sounded like a literal angel. any time she was in a recordin' session, i'd try and clean nearby, cos lemme tell ya- she's gotta be the best out there. her voice had me floored every time. never got old. and she could be a wide variety of characters, too! it was really awesome t' see.
and shawn was th' BEST toymaker. i know about the whole "crooked smile" debaucle but honestly? thought that gave 'em more charm. made it so you could tell which ones would last ya for forever versus which ones couldn't. and just,, the craftsmanship behind it all? was awesome. sure, injury here and there, but each one was made skillfully. i loved watchin' shawn do her thing, they were really good at what he did, y'know? gah.
i really wish i had asked norman about how projectors worked. i would've gotten t' listen to it gush 'bout somethin' it loved, and it would've been smilin' the whole time, AND it wouldn't be mad at me? all around win situation! it was really cool. i can't even properly put anythin' into words it was so cool. the best projectionist in the world ever! n' was just a good guy. awhagwhgr
and henry's awesome, too! the way he could jus' whip up a drawing that quickly, and precisely? you could tell he knew what he was doin'. even the stuff he threw away was awesome. any drawings norman didn't steal, i definetly stared at for a while. he was good at advice, too. all-around a swell guy. he probably didn't have a single malicious bone in his body, in all honesty. couldn't insult his friends if he tried. really sweet guy. makes norman happy, and norman makes him happy right back. sweet, aint it?
jack was one of the best lyricists ever, i think. they could just... immediately get the vibes for a song, n' put it into words. it was really cool! again, what is it with people throwin' stuff away that was still REALLY good? all the lyrics they wrote had some swing to 'em, and just matched the feel of the song perfectly. good tempo, good use of phonetics, etc. just awesome. tried not t' disturb jack while they worked, though, so i mostly admired from afar.
prayin' tumblr doesn't eat this one. if it does, got it saved in m' notes, cos norman said to do that. its really smart :]
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Angels & Demons - Will Graham Imagine (Hannibal)
Title: Angels & Demons
Pairing: Will Graham X Reader
Word Count: 1,155 words
Warning(s): nightmares, mentions of murder (very vague)
Summary: The reason that Will sees (Y/n) the way that he does.
Author's Note: I am rewatching Hannibal and this ended up happening. Bit of a break form that OC I've been working on.
Written in third person.
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Will thought (Y/n) was the reason that he saw them as nothing less than an angel.
He would've never thought of the comparison on his own. It could all be traced back to a conversation they had one day.
The pair were standing in an empty lecture hall. Door shut, projector off, Will's bag packed. They had been discussing Will's lecture. That had turned into discussing their views on the world.
He was leaning against the desk, letting his eyes linger more to the side of (Y/n) than on them. (Y/n) stood across from, hands tucked in their pockets as they spoke.
"Why are you so quick to believe in evil, but so doubtful when it comes to good," (Y/n) had asked.
"Why are you so adamant about changing my views," Will replied, avoiding the question.
"Because if people that can be considered completely evil exist, then there must be people considered completely good," (Y/n) argued. "What's the existence of demons if you never acknowledge the existence of angels? It's like believing God and refusing to admit the Devil exists."
"Maybe I just spend more time in minds of 'demons'," Will forced a small grin, pretending like it was an attempt at a joke.
"Well, that just means that you have to find your version of an angel."
Will looked at (Y/n) to see a soft smile that could've made his heart stop dead in its tracks.
It was a throwaway comment. One that (Y/n) probably had forgotten about. Will couldn't if he had tried. It was like it had been written on the inside of his eyelids. His version of an angel.
After that, his view of (Y/n) was different.
His brain would find itself envisioning this perfect version of them that had come to save him. He knew that he couldn't put that pressure on them, but it wasn't something within his control.
(Y/n) had always been protective of him. Talked back to Jack when he wanted Will in the field, went out of their way to make sure he had eaten, checked to see how he had slept.
(Y/n) was his angel. His vision of pure good.
The first time he had kissed them, it was the closest he had come to being saved.
They were in the lecture hall again, discussing a case. Well, kind of. It was more about how the case had impacted Will. (Y/n) wanted him to stop. Just for a while. Just a short break to come to terms with his thoughts.
Will was packing his bag after a lecture while (Y/n) was speaking. An excuse to avoid (Y/n)'s gaze.
"I have to keep working," he said simply, not wanting to acknowledge that there was anything bad happening.
"I understand it's your job and it's important to you," (Y/n) took a few steps forward. "But you're in pain, Will. You don't deserve that. You don't deserve to be tormented like that."
"I'm saving people."
"At the expense of yourself."
Will let out a sigh, rounding the desk. His brain decided before he got the chance.
"I am trying to respect your work," (Y/n) was still explaining themself as he got closer to them. "I just don't want you to get hurt. I'm trying to protect you-"
(Y/n) had barely noticed Will's movements. They were completely caught off-guard when Will pressed his lips to theirs. His hand cupped the side of their face, eyes screwed shut in the hopes of avoiding rejection.
He relaxed when (Y/n)'s hands touched his sides, bunching up the fabric of his shirt as they pulled him closer.
It was soft. Gentle. Clearly nervous. But it was perfect.
Will's eyes didn't open when (Y/n) leaned back. His thumb traced their cheekbone. (Y/n) smiled at him, pecking his lips again. He finally looked at them.
"Was that... Was that okay," Will asked, not moving away.
"Yes," (Y/n) replied. "Yes, it was okay."
He felt like his vision had been confirmed.
However, there was no angel that was perfect. No matter what narrative wanted to be spun, any angel was capable of making a mistake or facing a flaw.
(Y/n) came out the first night they had stayed at Will's home.
He was woken up by being shoved. He jumped awake and looked over at where (Y/n) had originally been laying. The mattress was empty.
His eyes traced from the bed to the floor. (Y/n) had shoved him and scrambled out of bed. They had fallen on the floor and scooted until their back had hit the wall beneath his window.
"(Y/n)," Will said softly.
(Y/n) didn't reply, just staring at him as they tried to catch their breath. Their skin was shining and their shirt was drenched in sweat. Hair was sticking to their forehead. It was a vision that Will had grown to know all too well.
He stood up and walked to his dresser. He gave (Y/n) time to breathe and return to their senses. He grabbed a shirt and a pair of boxers for (Y/n) to change into.
After laying the clothes down, he walked over and knelt next to (Y/n). He leaned down, pushed some sweaty hair off of their forehead, and pressed a kiss to their forehead. He mumbled that he was going to let (Y/n) get changed in privacy.
(Y/n) stopped Will as he went to leave. The first time they moved since waking up was to pull Will back down and press his lips to theirs. Their hands bunched up his t-shirt, desperately trying to keep him there.
Will quickly put his hand down on the other side of them, trying to avoid landing on them. He kissed (Y/n) back slowly, letting (Y/n) lead the kiss for as long as they wanted. If this was what (Y/n) needed at that time, he would be happy to provide it.
(Y/n) slowly moved back, "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry-"
"You didn't do anything wrong," Will replied. "You did nothing wrong. You are okay."
They let go of his shirt as he spoke.
"I got you some clothes to change into," he explained. "I am going to be right inside that door so you can change in privacy. Just open the door when you're done, okay?"
Will was waiting in the small room next to the main room. It was just things for the dogs and such, but he would happily sit there to make (Y/n) comfortable.
He didn't step out until (Y/n) turned the doorknob.
"Hey," he said quietly.
He let (Y/n) almost jump into his arms. They usually avoided jumping into physical touch like that, holding Will's comfort at heart. He didn't mind this though. He just wrapped his arms around them, trying to quietly comfort them until they felt okay stepping back.
(Y/n) had gone above and beyond to help him. They deserved the same treatment.
He was happy to protect his version of an angel from their demons.
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"the stars are projectors"
i felt this before
over and over again i'll
be better or how i can't
and still featureless become,
this our last days/
let their voices speak volumes,
and this was our last time to speak,
i'll never forget you.
we all meant forward lesser to told it so,
like the winds with a spoken fierce companionship
agaze like we were feral for a moment; lurches like seeing it,
and again and again, we laugh at
destined to become in circles famed less lie
and inside this forever i'll die,
make sure it counts;
i sure as hell will.
this is where we flip the paradigm
like a fish swimming against the current,
we'll struggle like that forever
only as long as you make it worth our while.
and one day we'll lay down and die.
i'm sure it'll be worth it
"And how all the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our lives down to this planet Earth"
don't forget where you came from
or you'll regret the dispair you wrought,
like a whisper of the winds had turned upon you;
i'll see you blow away.
again and again we go
like aging winds
favor me aloft like them you see above,
i'll seek to see them eye to eye
a glance heavenward lent more to my simping than the sun's overgrowth.
"When the clock reads 21:13…"
gold pieces fell into us those bent towards these eyes of future, let them grow a pyre.
i'll grow regardless of the sun's beseeching wrath
a game you'd play too if you were upon these our last days
i'd love to give you the benefit of the doubt,
but this world is lost upon us the thoughts
like we understood too much and were rent plebian.
i've felt a change become into our sky
like a color changed in a feature film,
a design left to become more specific as it goes
lesser to me my eyes see it so clearly…
"I've been told that I'm no good
Told to abandon what means the most to me"
i can't leave here so soon
but im lost unevenly
caved upon these lips of ashes crumble below me,
akin to the skeletons as they dance for providence.
and speak, let them, as the morning dawns into our sky
you let them see this our beauty, and this our courage
see it gone or aloft, but never let it go.
(02-23-24—3 songs quoted: First quote is the song The Stars are Projectors by Modest Mouse
Second quote is the song 21:13 by Coheed and Cambria
Third quote is the song The Price of Dreaming by Hollow Front
Fourth song is Xavii by Russian Circles)\\
#poetry#stream of consciousness#writing#dark#life#alt lit#2024#music inspired#multiple music references#let me fucking go#i don't even know
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[NEWS] Chen - 221116 Teen Vogue: “EXO’s Chen Opens Up About His Long-Awaited Homecoming With Album ‘Last Scene’”
"“A lot of things changed, and my thoughts changed during my recent hiatus,” he tells Teen Vogue.
Kim Jongdae, best known initially to fans as Chen, a member of the record-breaking group K-pop EXO, shared a promotional image for his third solo album of a mostly bare room replicated nine times. Shot through a sheer-curtained window, each photo is bathed in a different rich color – purple, blue, orange, green, and in the center, a muted gray. In each one he plants himself in a new position as if surveying the room from different angles, swathed in warm-hued light. He sits on a windowsill, stares through to the outside, and leans against a counter looking straight into the camera. The effect feels like an old-fashioned slide projector scanning through some kind of homecoming, illuminating the memories of a static environment with an ever-shifting perspective.
The idea of homecoming feels fitting for Chen. “A lot of things changed, and my thoughts changed during my recent hiatus,” he tells Teen Vogue over a video call from Seoul. The hiatus he refers to is the mandatory military service that is required for almost all men under the age of 28 in South Korea. After enlisting back in 2020, he was discharged in April of this year.
This new album is ironically called Last Scene, despite it being his re-entry into the world of making music, and its release acts as a sort of bookend to this break. His last solo album, Dear My Dear, and EXO album, Obsession, were both released in 2019. There’s a calm ease that radiates from Chen as he muses on approaching his comfortable creative bedfellow with a renewed frame of mind. “I was able to look back on who I am and reflect on what I am feeling,” he says. “There were a lot of questions that I asked myself throughout this process. It was a time for me to discover more about myself, and I spent time contemplating what I needed to be able to express my stories and ideas.”
The result is a compact but full six-track album, led by its titular song which is an orchestral, epic ballad about heartbreak. Fans will likely feel a soothing sense of familiarity with his genre of choice, as it’s one that has defined his solo output and led to him being dubbed the “Ballad King.”
Time feels omnipresent in conversation with Chen, in both the answers he gives and the space he lingers to take pause in his reflections. Each sentence feels completely intentional, like he doesn’t want to let a single important word go unsaid or clumsily expressed. In a field as fast-moving as K-pop, taking time is a luxury. It’s a concept that sits firmly at the center of the industry. Albums are numbered, birthdays marked with commemorative merch drops, group anniversaries dutifully celebrated like festivals, and metaphorical timers run down, for men at least, to the moment they choose to enlist. Chen’s military service overlapped with a landmark date in his career, EXO’s tenth anniversary.
Chen found fame in 2012 when EXO debuted as an all-singing, all-dancing, all-superpowered group (their concept literally involved each member taking on a particular power to be associated with). Like the lightning that a fresh-faced 19-year-old Chen adopted as a force, they sliced blindingly through the scene to become one of the most successful groups in history, amassing millions of fans worldwide and an enormously dedicated following that’s still anomalous in modern pop music. At the inception of that decade, Chen bowled over new fans with a juxtaposition of unassuming, boyish looks and a velvety, cavernous vocal prowess that lent itself not only to the 15 albums that he’s been a part of with EXO (to date) but to subunit EXO-CBX (alongside bandmates Baekhyun and Xiumin), countless K-Drama OSTs, and the now-three solo albums to his name. As anyone evolving through the ages of 20 to 30 can attest, it’s a period of time chronicled by immeasurable growth and some rather momentous personal life changes.
“With the spotlight comes the responsibility to keep working on myself, and to do my best in every given opportunity. I think these areas have been the biggest areas of change for me: a growing sense of responsibility, and to continuously strive to be a better version of myself, especially on stage,” Chen reflects, once again musing on the nearly packaged decennium of his fame. “When I look back at the past ten years, it still seems like a dream to me. Who else could have experienced what I’ve experienced, and go through what I’ve been through? There are times, even now, when it’s hard for me to grasp onto the fact that I have experienced these things, and that I am a person in the spotlight.”
He’s been fondly reminiscing a lot recently, maybe as a result of being able to celebrate milestones not usually afforded to his contemporaries. He thinks about the early days of EXO and the memories built with its members. The mention of his eight friends elicits a visible warmth that radiates through the screen. The value he places on them is inarguable, especially their support around the release of this long-awaited comeback. “I can’t fully express it in words, but each member gave me a lot of encouragement. They were a great source of strength for me,” he says. “I can still remember how each member treated me like nothing was happening, as though everything was just the same. I get overwhelmed thinking about it.”
There’s clearly an unbreakable bond between the group, something forged in the unique whirlwind they found themselves in 2013 when their album, XOXO, and its lead single “Growl,” became the first K-pop album in over a decade to sell a million copies. It’s impossible to overstate the stratospheric success Chen experienced alongside the rest of EXO, and this concept-appropriate lightning-in-a-bottle moment has filled his thoughts of late. “A memory that suddenly comes into mind is, and I don’t know why, but it’s when we first released our Growl album. It’s the album that played the biggest role in making EXO who we are today, and I had a lot of fun.” He adds that sometimes videos of performances of the song, which are cringingly early 2010’s in their styling, will pop up on his YouTube feed but he’s too embarrassed to click. “I get very shocked watching myself.”
Chen gives the impression of a traveler making stops on a journey through his own past, which is what homecomings often feel like. Like we’re watching an old movie with characters we vaguely remember. The memories we cherish aren’t always the ones we thought we’d hold dear, and moments of insignificance sometimes metastasise into the building blocks of who we become later down the line. “I want to tell my younger self to learn to enjoy each moment a bit more,” Chen says. “I was very young back then, and compared to my age and experience, I received so much love and popularity. I wasn’t able to receive this love and appreciation as wholeheartedly as I hoped. There were times when I blamed myself for this. I look back and wonder now, only if I knew how to enjoy it a bit more. I might have been able to attempt and achieve more things. There’s a sense of regret that remains in me.” Revisiting familiar haunts also makes us confront the reality that our perception of spaces entirely changes depending on where we visit them in our lives. For Chen, the industry and fans may be the same, but he is different.
He’s channeled that new perspective into this album which, alongside the titular ballad, ventures into fresh solo territory like leaning into the R&B and pop that litters EXO’s discography. Those genres are sprinkled into the fourth track on the album, a relatable, and self-penned, ode to unrequited love called “I Don’t Even Mind” which he says took two hours to write.
“It was supposed to be a sketch, so I was a little suspicious when the team told me a couple of days later that these were the final lyrics that were chosen for the song. I said, ‘Are you sure? Is this right?,’” he says, laughing. The art of songwriting isn’t something that necessarily comes naturally to him, but it’s something he notes that allows him to express his interiority in new ways. “I think I get my inspiration from my day-to-day life. It might be a word that clings to me from a conversation with someone, or I also like to write songs based on my personal experiences. In the past, I used my imagination to write songs, but with ‘I Don’t Even Mind,’ I wanted to capture myself, just as I am.”
Another crucial distinction from previous releases was the power of learning to share the load. In interviews around his last album, he mentioned being so stressed he found it hard to sleep. “With the first and second solo albums, I had a lot of ambition and desire. I was quite stubborn about what I wanted to do, and I expressed this quite clearly during our meetings,” he says. “I decided to let go of my stubbornness and listen to the voices around me.” Looking outward and accepting help from others also helped him focus on his true motivations through the reeds. “You know I love music, but I don’t think it’s possible to do it by myself. I know it’s a very cliché answer, but my fans are my biggest motivation. The reason why I could do my music until now is because I have people who love me and support me, and because there is someone that is listening to my voice.” And as for being able to get some shut-eye? “I slept well.”
After any homecoming comes a period of bedding in. The newly familiar becomes comfortable again and focus shifts to where we point that solace next. Within the gilded trappings of stasis grows possibility and the chance for further success with the safety net of security. “As time goes on, I want to be more authentic and be open to express myself fully,” Chen says, hopeful for the opportunities yet to come. “I hope to be someone who is approachable and relatable to my fans, not just in my solo activities, but also in my group activities.”
Once again, talk turns back to EXO, a homecoming within his homecoming. “To be back on stage as a group, to sing together — I missed being together with the group the most,” he says. “It’s already been 10 years for [EXO] as a group, and I can’t wait to see who we will become in the years to come.” For Chen, the future hopefully looks a lot like what he’s known before, just saturated with new lights and colors. And that’s everything he could hope for."
Credit: Teen Vogue.
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