#this was mostly just an excuse to post the link to that song

[faygos]

wire and glass and stainless steel

now i can imagine how i'd feel

#dirk strider #homestuck #whomstve #classic homestuck #this was mostly just an excuse to post the link to that song #artificial heart is the most distri song in the universe imho #this is my first time drawing him in AGES i think i did pretty good

[babydin]

Sex (With My Ex) 

Wrong place at the wrong time might've cost Javier his relationship with you, but he's as smooth as he is handsome and it isn't long until you fall back into old habits. He's a drug and you're addicted. - Javier Pena x f!reader - 18+, minors DNI! - Song inspo: Sex (With My Ex) - FLETCHER - References to cheating, alcohol, fingering, dirty talk, cursing, vaginal doggy style, light choking, biting, references to bruises - 1865 words -Comments/likes appreciated - A/N: There is Spanish in this and I am not a native Spanish speaker, it is something I am learning so please forgive me if my grammar or anything is incorrect! I'm still making my way through Narcos so I'm sorry if I don't have his voice 🥺 Also I figured out how to post this without splitting it or linking it yay me! 

I just had sex with my ex in a New York apartment.

“Do you want to come in?”   It’s been almost a month since you caught Javier with another woman’s tongue down his throat, it didn’t surprise you and you almost felt like you should’ve seen it coming. He had been spending more time on his case than he had with you, more time with his informants than he had at home, of course it was inevitable that she was getting to see him at his best and his worst, get take out with him, kiss him goodnight, suck his dick when he got praise from the boss. He told you that it was just a kiss, and it was just the one time but he came home to you and slipped into bed and turned his back to you most nights and it was that that made it hard for you to believe him.   You don’t know why you said yes, maybe it was those big dumb Bambi eyes he was giving you, or the way he smelled of lager and cigarettes, but you step into Javier’s apartment and give him a cold look as you brush past him and stares down at the ground like he knows he deserves it. You have a box of things he’d left at your apartment, and you drop it carelessly on the couch. It’s mostly clothes, a few tapes, a mug he bought you from a vacation to Cape Town last year. It had a crudely drawn pair of tits on it, you never did understand his reason for buying it for you but every time you drank from it you remembered spending an entire afternoon getting fucked by him under a mango tree. You both got sunburn. Javier comes to you with a glass of something over ice. It looks and smells like tequila, you don’t want it but you take it to be polite. “You look nice.” “What do you want?” You knew you looked nice. You had purposefully worn a skirt that showed off as much as your legs as you could get away with without getting a public indecency charge on you, and a shirt that accentuated the curves of your torso in a way that wasn’t so obviously trying to, but did anyway. Your hair was tied back, exposing your neck because Javi was a biter. “Babygirl, let me explain. Will you let me?” He looks pathetic; it’s a look you’ve never seen on him before. He’s full of apology, he’s full of regret, his eyes are wet, and maybe he’s terrified of losing you. You shoot the tequila in one gulp and set the crystal tumbler on the side table then take off your jacket and lean back against the back of the couch and raise your eyebrows, indicating to him to go on.  “I swear to you, it was one kiss. Once. She came onto me–” You scoff. “I know. I know that’s such a bullshit excuse but it’s the truth. Her mouth had been on mine for half a second before you showed up. I would never break your heart like that, mi vida.” He moves closer to you, “Come on.” You could’ve melted into him right there, his soft sultry tones and those puppy dog eyes, the smell of tobacco smoke burning in your nose, the shot of tequila burning in your veins. “No, Javi. You can’t just – You can’t just sweet talk me in Spanish and expect me to just forgive you. You really fucking hurt me, you pig.” Javier pouted,  “Soy un cerdo. Un cerdo podrido. Un cerdo muy apenado y podrido.” He reaches up and touches your cheek with his thumb, “Lo siento mucho.” It turned out he could just sweet talk you in Spanish and you would forgive him. The second that apology left his lips you grabbed the collar of his shirt in both your hands and pulled him into a heated kiss, surprised at how much you had missed the taste of stale cigarettes and beer. He pushed into you and forced you to sit on the edge of the couch, your legs wrapped around him and his jeans were so tight you could feel the outline of his cock against you, he wasn’t hard but he would be soon. That feeling alone was enough to get a pool of arousal forming in your panties. Your hips rut against him, desperate for some friction at your core as pressure builds. You haven’t had anyone inside you since Javier, you aren’t sure if anyone else can compare.   He feels your pleading movements and slips his hand between the two of you, it finds a home up your skirt and into your panties, the warm slick welcome he gets makes him moan into your mouth. You pull away slightly to unbutton his shirt, “¿Se besó como yo?” you ask, with the little Spanish he has taught you, you hope it’s intelligible. He spares you the struggle of having to translate, although hearing you speak in Spanish leaves his knees weak, and answers you in breathless English, thick fingers massaging your sex, “Gatita, nobody kisses like you.” You moan desperately and try to buck against his hand, needing more of him, all of him. You pull his shirt out of his jeans and make quick work of unbuckling those. Your trembling fingers are clumsy on the fastenings, but you can feel the ghost of his length as stiff as a board and pushing awkwardly against the already tight denim. “You’re so wet, kitten. You miss me?” “Fuck me.” You’re not above begging him. He doesn’t even have to ask you to, it comes so easily; the way he gets you so riled up so quickly, skilled fingers stroking your clit with ease as you coat them with your arousal, his softly toned chest heaving as he struggled to keep his breathing at a steady pace, of course you had missed him. You needed him. Nobody in the world had ever fucked you as good as Javier Peña.  “Please, Javi.” you get his jeans open and pull them down just enough to reach inside and pull out his thick cock, hard and twitching in your hand. He doesn’t give you any time to pleasure him though, he rips you off the couch and his hand pulls your panties down in one swift move, so fast you barely have time to register what happened, but as your underwear drops to your ankles you step out of it so you can spread your legs as wide as he needs them. Javi turns you around and pushes you back over the couch, his knee pushes between your thighs to nudge your knees apart and he guides his cock between your soaked labia, coating himself in your arousal, and you moan as you feel yourself around him. You suddenly wonder how it would feel to ride him like that, his stiff cock pressed against his stomach under your weight as you rub your clit on his shaft until cum oozes out of him. Your thoughts are disturbed when Javier presses his tip inside you, your sex is aching for him, already pulsating around him, welcoming him in, trying to pull him deeper as he stretches you with his girth. He doesn’t ease in tonight, he fucks his way in, each thrust has him entering you deeper until you have all of him, his hands on your hips pulling you into him and you know you’re going to bruise from the brute force of his pelvis smacking into yours but you will wear those bruises proudly. His fist twists in your ponytail and he pulls you up off the couch a little, leaning down to meet you. That was another good reason to wear your hair up, you thought. Built arms wrap around you, the one hand finding your clit again to rub rapid circles over it as the other holds your throat. You moan loudly without a care for any of the adjacent apartments. Javier’s teeth find your neck, just behind your ear, they sink in and they suck hard and he claims you as his own. You hear him grunting, feel the heat from his breath and the sweat from his brow, and it drives you insane. “Javi—” you gasp desperately, “Javi, ba–baby I’m—” You don’t need to finish your sentence, and he knew exactly what you were going to say. He fucked you harder, so hard it made your teeth rattle, his fingers launching a relentless attack on your clit, as if he was trying to start a goddamn fire down there. You couldn’t hold onto your orgasm anymore at this rate, and you mistakenly turned your head and looked at him, his face all twisted with concentration, tan skin flushed with a fire burning within him, glistening with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead. Each forward thrust of his hips forced a moan from you until you came hard. Both of your hands wrapped around his to stop him from rubbing you any more, and your thighs clamped together as the muscles of your sex ebbed and flowed around his cock, you moaned from deep within your throat and could not believe how sensitive you were. Despite your reaction, Javier did not stop pounding into you, fucking you through your orgasm and when you were coming down he took both your hips in his hands and continued, pulling you into him as he fucked you. You had barely time to recover from your first orgasm and you felt a second brewing already, your knees were weak and you gripped onto the couch for stability.   Javier’s teeth sank into your shoulder and his hand once again found your throat. “You got me so fuckin’ pussydrunk, kitten.” he purred into your ear, his breath heavy as he struggled to catch it between his harsh thrusts. Your eyes roll back into your head and you reach back to grab at his hair desperately, pushing back against him as your second orgasm washes over you so quickly. It’s so intense that your mouth falls open but no sound comes out, the walls of your core clamp down on Javier and claim him and it doesn’t take him long before his calculated thrusts become messy, then few and far between, and then completely still as he spills his orgasm deep inside you. His voice went up an octave as he released his thankful moans into your neck. The feeling of him filling you up made you find your voice, a strangled gasp filling the air as you tugged on his hair and forced him closer into your neck. Javier’s grip loosened on your body, his touch turned suddenly so tender but still he held you close, feeling your body trembling. “Missed you.” he whispered against the shell of your ear. You smile lethargically and try to steady your racing heart that seems to beat only his name Javier. Javier. “You’re amazing Javi.” You tell him. “Stay. Please?” You think for a second and then nod; how could you possibly say no? Nobody in the world is ever going to love you like Javier Peña.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #javier pena x reader #javier pena smut #javier pena x you #javier pena fluff #javier pena one shot #javier pena fanfiction #( javier pena: babydin )

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

saw this on twitter and as someone who loves 1. talking about my opinions and 2. talking about this show, i am of course going to take this excuse to talk abt my opinions of this show. im gonna throw all of it into reblogs of this post tho so im not clogging up the tag fdjkhfsjk

anyway days 1-7 (bc im late to the party) under the cut:

Day 1: when did you discover ofmd?

probably same as most ppl on here, ofmd was suddenly all over my dashboard at some point around mid to late march 2022. one post i saw was a link to a google drive with the episodes and i ended up watching the entire series like, the next day.

Day 2: first impression of ofmd

ok tbh my first impression based on the very first gifsets i was seeing was "this show looks kinda stupid idk if i can take these costumes seriously." then during the first few minutes of s1 i was like "oh yeah this is definitely a taika project, this feels so much like wwdits." both of these impressions no longer hold true lol the costumes are SO fun and past the bit in the pilot of stede narrating to lucius the wwdits vibes are no longer present.

Day 3: first ofmd pic in gallery

first ofmd pic in my phone is the uncropped version of this fanart:

ed just hanging out with my doggy

Day 4: reasons why you like ofmd

i tend to enjoy lighthearted comedy tv and also shows with shorter episodes. this is why most of the media i've consumed for years is just cartoons hjfkhkghfskj BUT outside of those basic preferences the HEART the characters the writing the comedy the romance the soundtrack the set design the props the storylines the cast the crew. there's almost no part of this show that im not in love with.

Day 5: fav main character(s)

Day 6: fav supporting character(s)

an incomplete collection in no particular order:

this show has so many blorbos

Day 7: songs that remind you of your fav characters

uhhh mostly just the soundtrack songs (high on a rocky ledge, the chain, perfect day, avalanche, miles from nowhere, the beautiful ones by prince) bc im bad at listening to music. one time i was listening to hurt by johnny cash and i started crying abt ed. jinx by green day is kinda stedecore. there's a handful of todrick hall songs that my mutuals have related to ofmd characters and that's given me brainrot.

#ofmd #our flag means death #s2 hiatus hell #txt #sc #mine #og #my art #30DaysWithOFMD #30 days with ofmd

[petalouda85]

Tightrope

Fandom: Blades of Light and Shadow 2

Pairing: Tyril x f!human!MC (Kassandra)

Word count: 3.1k

Concept: after defeating the Ash Empress and merging the realms, Tyril and Kassandra return to Undermount but find the city more challenging than before.

Tags: @choicesficwriterscreations, @liviusofpella, @starlight-starfury, @megas-choices

AO3 link: X

A/N: didn’t expect to get this done as quickly as I did. I guess I’m trying to compensate for the emotional whiplash I inflicted with “Promise”.

What started as pure fluff has now become angst with much fluff. I’m building a little post-Blades storyline in my head thanks to this fic so maybe I’ll write more of this little verse I’ve got putzing about. Any excuse to write Tyril and Kassandra 😊

The song that inspired this entire fic: “Tightrope” from The Greatest Showman. And kudos to anyone that picked up the reference to “Braids”

The Starfury Manor was a sight for sore eyes as he approached. Stepping through the grand doors, he was quickly greeted by the doorman, who took his cloak. Tyril let out a long, exasperated sigh as the fabric fell away from him and he continued through the manor, relieved to finally be away from the chaos.

He had fought many battles and creatures in his life. Lapna, drakna, grobtars, the Shadow Court, Ash soldiers, the Ash Empress. But none compared to the monster he fought now: politics.

Since his return to Undermount, the elven lord had tried to show the others elves the truth of the world, the truth of magic and the lies of their way of life. He had campaigned to allow the gates of Undermount to be opened and allow non-elves to settle in the city. Somehow, he had convinced enough Houses to back this motion and the Ashen and Dwarves had found homes in the city and were thriving despite experiencing harsh treatment at times.

But in his crusade, he had faced stiff opposition, particularly from a new faction.

They called themselves the Society of Truth, dedicated to preserving the “true” way of the elves. They had fought him in every meeting, argued against every motion and suggestion. He held his own against them, his words and wit as sharp as his swords but the Society continued to oppose him and any House that supported him.

The loyalty of the Houses was tenuous at times, his reputation, his skill and House Starfury’s standing as House Ascendant keeping them on his side by a thread. Most still perceived the Society as no more than a nuisance but Tyril feared what they could become if their words were allowed to take root freely; he would not make the same mistakes as those in the Empire.

All had seemed well and the Society’s influence had lessened but recent events had flared up mistrust once more.

A city quarter, mostly inhabited by elves of lower houses, had caught fire and devastated the area. Thankfully, no one had died and the injured were few. However, upon an inspection, it had become obvious that the fire had been deliberate and not an accident, as initially thought.

As the quarter was close to the area where the Ashen and Dwarves had settled, many blamed them for purposely starting the fire but Tyril and his allies had other suspicions.

Stepping further through the entrance hall, he found Adrina at the top of the stairs, who rushed down to meet him.

“And?” Tyril sighed and shook his head.

“Nothing came of the meeting. Just more arguing.” Adrina’s face fell at the news.

“And the fire incident?” He shook his head again.

“The Society denies involvement. And I’ve no evidence to prove they did it.” Adrina sighed.

“I don’t envy you for dealing with them. They are sly and cunning.”

“They are. When the accusations came, they spun the tale and twisted their words to derail the accusations in the accusers’ direction. Somehow, they managed to hurl accusations towards me. When that failed, the insults began.” Adrina let out another sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Well, at least no fighting broke out this time.” Bowing his head, he lifted up his hand, revealing red knuckles. Shaking her head, Adrina grabbed it and examined the dried blood on them.

“Tyril.” She chastised. His jaw tightened and his brow furrowed in repressed anger.

“They called her my little bed warmer and that she’s using her ‘wiles’ to manipulate me. I can take their insults but they will not touch Kassandra and gods help the one that tries.”

“I know, I know. Just… be careful.” Adrina warned, concern prominent in her expression. “If they are responsible for the fire, who knows what else they’re capable of, what they can be driven to do. I don’t want you two to be caught in the crossfire of political agendas.” He placed his hand over her.

“We’ll be fine, Adrina. I promise.” He squeezed her hand in reassurance and Adrina nodded. He dropped her hand and walked by her to walk up the grand staircase.

He ventured further into the manor, intend on changing into something more comfortable and spending the rest of the day with Kassandra when he heard noise coming from the direction of the ballroom. The door appeared to be open, an unusual sight when there were no parties happening. Now curious, he diverted his path in the direction of the door.

Peaking through it, he expected to find it darkened, the curtains still closed and the candles extinguished. However, the space was basking in a gentle glow, an orb in the center providing most of the light and conjured lights above that twinkled like the stars added an enchanting ambience over the space. Now that he was closer, the noise turned out to be music, the source of which was the orb and dancing and twirling around it was Kassandra.

Keeping to the shadow, he snuck through the opening in the door and stood by a pillar at the edge of the space, hiding him from view but allowing him to watch the beautiful spectacle before him. He didn’t recognize the music but it was lively and upbeat, an unknown voice singing in a language he didn’t understand. He smiled gently as he watched her dance, her face beaming as she embraced the music, her movements free from the rigid dances he was tutored in. She was a sight to behold, a bird who had never known the iron of a cage, a nymph who frolicked free from the restraints of societal rules.

Far too soon, the lively tune came to a conclusion. With the song complete, she walked towards the orb, placing her hand on top and closing her eyes. It glowed brighter for a moment and he anticipated to hear music but nothing played. She merely stood before it for a moment longer as if in deep thought. It glowed softly once more and a second later, the melody began to play, the tune soft and simple. Soon she began to sing; he was stunned to hear her voice as he had never heard her sing before and he was surprised that he could hear her so well, as though her voice had been magically amplified. From behind the pillar, he continued to watch as she began to dance alongside the song, her face calm and serene as she lost herself to the music.

Some people long for a life that is simple and planned. Tied with a ribbon.

Some people won’t sail the sea ‘cause they’re safer on land. To follow what’s written.

But I’d follow you to the great unknown. Off to a world we call our own.

A brief pause in the lyrics and she stopped her dance. Weaving magic in her hands, blue ethereal starlight began to appear and swirl before her, morphing into a shape he quickly recognized as himself. The ethereal form of him smiled at her and offered her his hand. She took it and a dance began once more, an elegant waltz not unlike the one they danced during that deadly masquerade; as she accepted the hand and the dance began, Kassandra began to sing once more.

Hand in my hand and we promised to never let go. We’re walking a tightrope.

High in the sky, we can see the whole world down below. We’re walking a tightrope.

Never sure, never know how far we could fall. But it’s all an adventure that comes with a breathtaking view.

Walking a tightrope with you.

The pair continued their lovers’ dance, the moves beautifully coordinated as though they were performing in the theater. Despite the distance, he could see the utter love and affection on Kassandra’s face as she interacted and danced with the starlit illusion of him.

Mountains and valleys and all that will come in between. Desert and ocean.

You pull me in and together we’re lost in a dream. Always in motion.

So I risk it all just to be with you.

And I risk it all for this life we choose.

She sang louder now, her voice steady and true but her grip on his illusion got tighter, clinging to him to keep her balance after she misstepped, though she quickly recovered to continue their performance.

Hand in my hand and you promised to never let go. We’re walking a tightrope.

High in the sky, we can see the whole world down below. We’re walking a tightrope.

Never sure, will you catch me if I should fall?

She spun out of the arms of his ethereal form, her voice powerful and grand. As her spin stopped, the music quieted down, her hand reaching out to the illusion, the illusion offering his hand in return. After a moment, she took the hand once more, her singing returning to the soft and gentle and simple tone it had started with, the romantic waltz continuing.

Well it’s all an adventure that comes with a breathtaking view.

Walking a tightrope with you.

As she repeated and vocalized the last two words, the music began to climb once again, the soft tone building back to the full power of her voice. It built and built towards one note, implying a grand finale. But as she hit the peak, she jumped back down to that endearing, simple and soft tone. As she returned to simplicity, the dance concluded. Illusion him took her hands and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before slowly vanishing and morphing into beautiful twinkling stars, those disappearing soon after.

With you

The music reached its conclusion, the room staying quiet while Kassandra returned to the orb, holding her hand over it once more.

“Enjoying the show?” Kassandra smirked, lowering her hand and turning her gaze towards the pillar where the elf stood. He slowly emerged from his hiding spot, walking to join her by the orb.

“And here I thought I was being subtle.”

“You’re not bad at sneaking but you’re no Mal.” The two shared a laugh at the statement. “When did you get back?” She asked.

“Just now.”

“And the meeting?” Tyril held up his hand. Kassandra took it and tutted as she examined the wounds. “So much for the sophistication of elves.”

“I wish I could tell you this was in self-defense but it was not.” He braced for an inevitable question, his stomach in a knot at the thought, but Kassandra remained silent, her expression one that suggested she knew what had transpired. “I didn’t know that you were such a magnificent singer.” He said after a moment of silence. She let out a chuckle.

“It’s something just for me. Let Kade be the bard.”

“And that song?”

“It’s from a play I know. It felt fitting.” He thought back to the lyrics of the song. He remembered the words of devotion and affection but also, the element of uncertainty.

“You think so?” He asked and she nodded.

“It does feel at times that we walk a tightrope; always carefully placing our feet, knowing one misstep would lead to our fall. I know you’d catch me if I fell and I would catch you. But I worry about the people that would cut the rope.”

He knew exactly who she spoke of; the Society had not kept their dislike of her a secret; even some of his allies were skeptical of her. He quickly pulled her into a protective embrace when terrifying images briefly flashed before his eyes of possible things his enemies could do if given the chance. She quickly embraced him back, letting out a sigh.

“Do you think that they could get violent? Or lash out against us?” He pressed a kiss onto her head.

“I hope it doesn’t come to that. But animals backed into a corner will bite back.” They stayed in the embrace for a moment longer but Kassandra soon pulled away, the calm and serene face she had while enthralled in the music gone and replaced with worry and a trace of fear; it concerned him.

“Kassandra?” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, it addressed to her. He gently took the paper from her and unfolded it, reading the words upon it.

Kassandra of Riverbend. Some call you a hero but we know what you are. You are an abomination and a blight sent to destroy the elven way of life. You have House Starfury wrapped around your finger but you will not manipulate us. We know the truth.

Leave Undermount and return to the rathole you crawled out of. Stay and you will face the consequences.

We will not hesitate.

The paper crumpled in his hands, smoke and the smell of burning paper beginning to emanate from his fists. Rage bubbled in him but he forced it down when he saw her distraught look. It unnerved him; all these years and so many enemies and yet, he had never quite seen her so distressed.

“I’m scared, Tyril.” She said softly, fighting back tears. He reached up to cup her cheek, running his thumb over the skin in a comforting manner. She took his hand, placing a few gentle kisses into his palm before sniffling in a deep breath.

“We’ve faced the Dreadlord, the Ash Empress, and so many others. I chose what I thought was the right thing to do and I ended up with more enemies than before; great and terrible action with great and terrible consequences.” She paused for a moment, ruminating on the words. “I feared them, but not the same way I fear these elves.” She took another deep breath. “And you know why?” Tyril shook his head. After a pause, she guided the hand on her cheek down, placing it upon her belly. His eyes widened immediately.

“You’re…?” He stammered out and Kassandra nodded.

“I’m pregnant.” Stunned, he remained silent for a time, his gaze flitting back and forth between her face and her belly. “Tyril?” Before another word could be uttered, he kissed her, pouring in every ounce of joy and happiness he felt. When he pulled away, she had tears in her eyes but was smiling.

“You’re happy?” She let out a surprised squeal when he suddenly picked her up and twirled her around, his smile brighter than the sun; when he finally put her down, he placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Of course I’m happy. This is good news. When did you learn?” With a chuckle, she quickly brushed away the happy tears.

“Yesterday. I wanted to surprise you but…” her gaze turned to the ashen remnants of the note, “but then that note showed up. Now I’m scared. Happy but scared.”

“Why?”

“I’m scared what the Society could do. It’s one thing for them to target us. But a child?” She looked down at her belly, placing her hand on it protectively. “Besides, what would they even be? Human? Elven?”

“Both.” He answered. He had heard of the existence of such children but he’d never encountered one himself. Half-elven children were exceedingly rare in Morella and especially Undermount; any that existed had no doubt been driven out long ago. It was hard to say if any even existed right at that moment. He shuddered at the thought of bringing a child, his child, into such a world, where their very existence was the target of mockery and vile derision. He couldn’t guarantee that the Undermount elves would be welcoming to them, even the ones that were in favor of opening the gates.

“What do we do?” Kassandra asked, breaking him out of his thoughts. “I don’t want to give the Society the satisfaction of thinking they frighten me - we’ve faced worse than them - but I will not let this baby be their next target.” He cupped her face in his hands.

“They won’t touch us.” He said in determination. “We’ll leave. We’ll go to Riverbend.” Kassandra seemed surprised by his answer.

“Are you sure?”

“It wouldn’t be permanent. I would be lying if I said I didn’t care about Undermount. And I’m scared of what the Society would do in my absence. I still desire to see Undermount change and I will never give up on that goal. But right now, you are more important.” He placed his hand back on her belly. “This is more important. I will not give them the opportunity to hurt you or the child.” With relief on her face, Kassandra threw her arms around him and embraced him tightly, Tyril returning the gesture. “I know we can’t protect them forever from the world. But the least we can do is have them be born in a kind and peaceful place and raise them in a kind and peaceful place.” He felt her nod in his arms.

“I’d like that.” They stayed in their quiet embrace for some time.

“Now,” Tyril said as he pulled away, “enough talk of political enemies and their ideologies. This is a happy moment that deserves celebrating.” Kassandra smiled.

“What did you have in mind?” Tyril gazed at the orb that still floated near them.

“I wouldn’t say no to a dance. Unless you’ve already had your fill.” With a smirk, Kassandra walked to the orb and waved her hand over it, a gentle waltz beginning to play.

“I could never tire of dancing with you. I would do it all day if I could.” She stated as she walked back to him.

“Hence the illusion of me?” He asked as he bowed to her and offered his hand, which she took, her face beaming again as their dance began.

“It does the job in a pinch.” She stated, drawing on the dancing lessons he had given her to follow along, though she was sure to add a little un-elven flair at times. “But it doesn’t compare to the real thing.” In a moment that she was close enough, she leaned up and gave him a quick peck on his lips before returning to the dance.

Far too soon, it was done. As soon as the bows were done, Kassandra walked up and put her arms around his neck, him responding by wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Was that a satisfying celebration?” He grinned.

“It was; it always is with you. Should we go tell your father and sister the news?” He looked down at her belly and shook his head.

“Not yet. I want to enjoy it with just you for a moment.”

“Alright.” She reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, fiddling a little with it as she looked over and examined his face. “I wonder what they’ll look like. Will they have your hair, your ears, your eyes? A little Tyril?” He chuckled.

“A little Kassandra would be just as nice.” He reached out and gently took hold of one of her braids, playing with the silver bead that decorated it. “Perhaps the best of both. I can’t wait to find out.”

#tyril x mc #tyril starfury #blades of light and shadow #bolas 2 #playchoices #petal writes #my writing #Tyril x Kassandra

[sensitiveheartless]

🎶, 🍆, 🎯

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I do! I have tons of playlists for different fics, as well as ones that are just instrumentals for when I really need to focus. I have one that is basically just “for sad scenes in the rain”, I have one for the Skyline pigeon fic which does in fact have the song “Skyline Pigeon” in it as well as a bunch of Neighbor Totoro songs, I have a pretty giant one for the Howl AU…etc lololol as for what song I’ve been playing a lot recently…uhhh I have to check actually let’s see:

Ok so for the Howl AU, while I’m working on the epilogue and such, I’ve been listening to “Patience gets us nowhere fast” by Capital Cities, as well as “When can I see you again” by Owl City.

Also just as a general skk song: “No Lullaby” by Siames!

Oh, and less as something for a specific character and more just cause I like the song: “Loving You” by Cannons :D (I know that was more than one song but I like music alskdjfj)

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what’s your most popular nsfw fic?

…Ok so I have written a singular spicy stuffs, but I posted it on anonymous because a), I know at least some minors follow me and I didn’t want to inadvertently encourage anyone to read content they aren’t ready for (speaking as someone who had too much internet access as a kid and got exposed to certain things way too early), and b), I have an irl friend who may stumble across this account at some point and if they see that fic in particular then I will die a little on the inside.

So I won’t be linking it here, but if any of y’all are adults and want me to link it to you in a DM then I wouldn’t mind, just keep in mind that I am not a particularly adept spiceologist (seriously no clue what I’m doing, that fic is mostly an excuse to mess around and experiment with character stuff in a really low-stakes premise), and also the fic spawned from a “hey wouldn’t it be funny if” thought I had, which then grew a character study around what is still essentially just a goof.

Also of course y’all can probably find it on your own, I don’t think it’d be that hard lol — but if you are a minor please do not talk to me about the fic, I would be extremely uncomfortable.

(I would offer to make a sfw version but unfortunately the nsfw is baked into the stupid premise jskdkdjfhf) (…actually some parts of it are kind of a sillier version of the Skyline Pigeon fic so I guess I am working on a more serious and sfw version of it)

All that said, this (sfw) bit from it still makes me laugh, so here:

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

Just about everyone who knew the plot of Howl’s Moving Castle before reading the Howl AU (and even some people who didn’t!) guessed what the twists were going to be before the ~grand reveals~ (although fewer people caught on to the Oda reveal, I think in part cause that one was more based on the HMC book rather than the movie) and I was honestly expecting that going into it lol —

I felt like trying to make it shocking would be less fun than the readers being able to accurately piece everything together for themselves. I loved seeing people commenting “OH MY GOSH THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING” as they went through the chapters, because it meant they were thinking over all the clues! And that they cared about the story enough to do that! And even though most people knew what the “twists” were going to be, they still seemed excited to see how everything was going to pan out, so I had a great time :D

Ah, also, to be more specific cause I just realized I was being vague (spoiler warning lol): just about everyone knew that Chuuya was Starlight, most people guessed Rimbaud was the scarecrow, and I saw a handful of people figure out Oda before that reveal happened, too!

#ask box #ask game #senhart's writing #senhart rambles

[yanyanderes]

guess what!

I made a Yandere rottmnt playlists, it's like a Donnie/ Mikey team up >:) at least that's what i'm going for. I wanted to try and include songs that I don't usually see in other yandere playlists. I like to think that the bouncy sporadic songs are Mikey's emotions and mental state, while the more robotic ones are Donnie's ones, but that doesn't mean they can't be mashed together. Especially when it gets intense, It's still being worked on btw.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4SIsEk3ZUViUDg4AWsRI43

I will admit though that there are some versions of the songs that didn't exist on Spotify or didn't exist at all that are on youtube (and all of them are vocaloid songs, go figure), linked below.

I used to listen to this one on repeat when it came out, it's a BOP!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TPUsuJfxJs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKAwm92AyF8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vd-iHw-ytNc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdSQ2VR6O44&t=44s

Also here are some song recommendations just because i like them c:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yY8Ul2sDXZ4

Yandere 2012 Donnie? maybe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SIvNh9jLhbI

I personally think this one fits 2012 Raph

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLJeoQS1GfM

Imagen singing this with Mikey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abm8eeeHuIk

aight i KNOW I CAN’T MAKE A COMMENT ON EVERY SONG-

well, i mean, i c o u l d , but i might make another post that’s too long, so i’ll comment on songs that caught my eye-

scary world (for rottmnt donnie and mikey): really gives me the vibes that they’re trying to convince (y/n) that the world is way too scary and dangerous for them. i can imagine it for both of them, but this one sounds more like a donnie song to me. mostly because mikey’s concerned with (y/n) actually being harmed by big, scary things while donnie kinda exaggerates things and makes them sound a lot more intimidating so (y/n) is more likely to come running to them for support.

dumb dumb x everybody likes you (for rottmnt donnie and mikey): mostly about jealousy. i think the “everyone is dumb” part fits with donnie most, and the “everybody likes you” part fits with mikey most. donnie sees the people (y/n) surrounds themself with and wonders why they chose them over him. he’s the awesome robot genius! they’re all just a bunch of idiots! and for mikey, at first, he doesn’t mind (y/n) having friends and is actually super happy for them! but then the crazy starts settling in and instead of “wow! i’m so glad they have so many friends” it goes to “why won’t everyone just leave them alone??”

notice me senpai (for rottmnt donnie and mikey): gonna be honest, i’m really biased because ihascupquake was my childhood and i would listen to this song on repeat all the time. even then, i think it’s a really good depiction of their obsession, and then when the girl snaps, i can see that being the point where donnie just straight up kidnaps (y/n), and then the happy part at the end is mikey trying to help (y/n) ease into the new lifestyle of the lair.

unrequited love and he who sleeps beneath (for 2012 donnie): this sounds like a song that would describe donnie after april rejects him or something and then he falls for (y/n) and descends into madness. slowly, he gets more and more obsessive, only to learn that (y/n) is in a relationship with someone else. bonus points if the person she’s dating is casey, or even better, april. sorry this one didn’t go into as much detail as the others, the song really just speaks for itself

daywalker (for 2012 raph): another song that speaks for itself. really good representation for raph being all brutal and basically looking for an excuse to go out and hurt someone.

punk tactics (for 2012 mikey): i’m imagining mikey’s been real grumpy lately because he’s jealous of all the people (y/n)’s been talking to lately, but they don’t need to know that so (y/n) decides to cheer him up by hanging out with him, and they end up singing karaoke. while (y/n) is enjoying themself, they notice how mikey is singing the words like he really means them. damn, he must really like karaoke night, huh?

anyways, that’s all my rambles, sorry i can’t cover all the songs, but they’re all really good! gonna have to add some of them to my own playlist lol

#yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt 2012 #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt 2018 #yandere rottmnt donnie #yandere rottmnt mikey #yandere tmnt donnie #yandere tmnt raph #yandere 2012 donnie #yandere 2012 raph #yandere tmnt mikey #yandere 2012 mikey #yandere donnie #yandere mikey #yandere raph #yandere #you my friend have great taste 👌 #yan-asks

[abbacchiosbelt]

Oh Love, Pull Me Closer | 2023 Rewrite - Chapter 1: Window to The Soul

THIS IS NOT A NEW FIC. Please read this post on AO3 for more information!

Notes: TL;DR from the link above ^ - I am making a return to my multi-chaptered Yandere!Toshinori Yagi/All Might fic in 2023. Before I begin posting new content, though, I am going to be rewriting and updating previously posted chapters. The story itself won’t be changing, but I will be editing every chapter. I will also be going back to make the reader insert gender and appearance neutral. I’ve learned a lot of important information about those topics since 2019, and I want to make the fic more accessible! If you’ve read this before, I urge you to read my rewrite of Chapter 1 and subsequent updated chapters when I release them.

CW: Yandere behavior (this story will be getting darker with each chapter), nonconsensual use of someone’s photos, self-hate, unhealthy behavior.

WC: 4.9k

It had been a long time since Toshinori had taken any time for himself. During his prime, personal time was a long-forgotten concept. He was slowing down, though. His muscle form was down to 1 hour, which was almost exclusively tied to teaching at U.A. When he had no duties, he often found himself aimlessly wandering the city.

Toshinori felt lonely during those times – yet he couldn’t bring himself to sit alone in his nearly empty and far lonelier apartment. He had never decorated it, hoping one day to live in a home; and to have a family. He was nearly invisible as Toshinori Yagi. People avoided looking at him, scared that whatever sickness he had would infect them. He avoided looking at them too. Still, his walks gave him time to think, or to avoid thinking, depending on how his day went.

Today was particularly bad. His scar was acting up more than usual, and his lesson plan had gone awry. ‘Stupid.’ He chided himself often, justifying it as self-discipline.

He tried to clear his head as he walked down the sidewalk in one of the quieter parts of the city, stopping to window shop at some of the local businesses. One business he looked at sold bright green plants, while another seemed to be showcasing art for sale. He had even seen a store for vintage items, which piqued his interest.

‘Not today.’ He reluctantly pulled himself away from the vintage shop, taking a few steps to the next one. He peeked in the window, surprised to see what appeared to be a coffee shop rather than a business. It had been a while since he had visited this part of the city, he supposed. He considered going in. He looked again, noticing it was mostly empty save for the barista and a young adult on their computer.

The stranger lifts their head up and stretches, shaking their head gently from side to side. He felt flustered. They were cute, so cute that it made his heart skip a beat. He continues to watch as they turn to the barista, their lips curling into a smile before opening to laugh. ‘Stop looking.’ He swallows, his throat feeling tight. He peels his eyes away and fishes his phone out of his pocket.

‘I’ll look up reviews first. If they’re bad, I won’t go in.’ It was an easy enough justification. Surely the cute stranger wouldn’t even talk to him, let alone look at him if he went in. So, he’d find an excuse to leave, to go to the usual corporate coffee shop on his way home.

He looked up at the building in search of a name. A colorful and well-worn sign hung above him, reading “A Coffee or Two”. He typed the name into his phone and hit search, his phone screen quickly filling with positive reviews. There were even several glowing reviews focusing on their tea selection. Oh, he could never refuse a good cup of tea.

‘I’ll just stop in. I won’t sit.’

He resigned himself to his fate, walking a few more steps to open the door to the shop. The door jingles quietly as he opens it. The inside was like the sign – colorful and rustic. Some sort of gentle piano song was playing over the speakers. Plants and various knickknacks decorated the shelves, and a large record player in the corner catches his eye. It reminds him of the one that his family had owned. The warm and familiar atmosphere of the shop helped ease his nerves.

A loud and cheerful voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Hi there! Is this your first time?” He looks up, the barista looking hopefully at him. He nods, and they beckon for him to come over. He swallows, taking a quick glance at the stranger sitting at the table again, noticing they have headphones in. They must not have noticed him enter, which made him relieved yet slightly disappointed despite his gloomy outlook. Yagi takes a few steps over, noticing that the entire wall behind the counter was chalk, filled with various things to order written across it. It was a little overwhelming.

“I know we’ve got a lot to choose from,” the barista says, pointing at the sign. “But I can help you pick if you’d like.”

He nods at them, eyes averted. He notices they had tried to make eye contact before he shied away. ‘Probably just customer service.’

“Are you a coffee or tea drinker?” The barista asks.

“Tea.” Yagi replies, clearing his throat. He hadn’t spoken to anyone since he had left U.A. that day.

“Ah, a tea fan! You can find those to the left of our menu,” the barista pauses for a moment, waiting for him to look up. “We also have a special ‘Hero of the Week’ tea. This week, we’re celebrating Kamui Woods!”

He considers a moment before replying. Removing the burden of decision would feel nice. “I’ll take that one.”

“Great!” The barista replies. “I’ll get that for you right away. Just take a seat anywhere and I’ll bring it to you.”

“The uh – what will be the cost today?” His voice was still a little strained. The coffee shop he normally went to wasn’t nearly as friendly as this one - it was in and out, as the store was often so busy that baristas barely had time to shout out customer names before they had to resume making the next order.

“I’ll tell you what, it’ll be on the house today,” the barista says, grinning. “You’re our first customer to try the Kamui Woods tea blend rather than the coffee.”

‘Well. Maybe I’ll just sit for a minute.’

Yagi felt strange about the barista’s kindness. Did he really deserve it? He nods his head at the barista before sitting down at a table close to the stranger. He didn’t want to be the creepy old guy that sat next to the only other person in the coffee shop.

But...

He couldn’t help but position himself in a way that he could see the stranger, their face still buried in the laptop that was in front of them. He lets his stare linger for too long, watching as their eyes flick across the computer’s screen. He feels stupid for being so drawn to them. He didn’t know a single thing about them. He scarcely indulged himself in these thoughts – the thought that he might make a friend as Toshinori instead of All Might, and the thought that he might find a relationship.

“Here’s your tea!”

Toshinori jumps at the barista’s voice, his thoughts interrupted.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the barista says, shooting him an apologetic smile. “Please enjoy!”

He smiles back, small but sincere. He brings the cup to his nose, inhaling the earthy scent. He wondered what the stranger smelled like, immediately grimacing to himself.

‘That... it's too creepy. But... Maybe a floral scent? N-no, don’t think about that.’

Toshinori shook his head, trying to clear the unwanted thought. He didn't mean for it to sound creepy, but there was no other way to describe how the thought made him feel.

His head snaps up when he hears an unfamiliar voice.

“Haruuu, I’m stuck.” He looks at the stranger, noticing that their headphones had been discarded. He catches the inflection in how they pronounce the name ‘Haru’, and wonders if they aren’t a native speaker.

“Hey. No whining when there are customers in here!” The barista scolds, giving them a pat on the head as they walk past.

They look over at him, a sheepish expression on their face.

He looks back, his cheeks heating up. ‘Shit.’

They stood up and walked over to his table (oh god are they actually coming over here), a sheepish smile on their face.

“I am so sorry you had to hear that,” they say, putting their hand behind their head. “I’m just uh… a little stressed. Usually, at this time of the day, it’s just me and Haru.”

‘Their voice is so cute.’

“It’s no problem.” His voice cracks. ‘Calm down. They're just being nice.’ He pauses for a moment. His urge to solve problems - to help others out with anything they needed - was something that he always carried with him. This shouldn’t be any different, he figures. Just a quick talk. “What’s wrong?”

They seem to perk up a little at his comment. Toshinori feels pleased. “I’m a grad student. I’m working on my thesis, but I’ve got a bad case of writer’s block.”

His heart was racing. Should he continue? Would they want to keep talking to him?

“That sounds interesting. If you don’t mind me asking… what’s it about?” He asks, genuinely curious - still, he can’t believe that he’s having an actual conversation with them.

They smile at his question, and Toshinori feels warmth blooming in his chest.

“Well, if you really want, I can tell you about it,” they say. Their eyes looked kind, he thought. “But I don’t want to bore you to death.”

“Oh, you won’t!” He replies, a little too fast. Their smile doesn’t falter, though.

“Um, if this isn’t too weird, you could come join me at my table?” They motion toward their laptop. He should say no, or he should suddenly come up with a reason to leave — but he doesn’t. Instead, he nods at them.

Toshinori follows them back to their table, tea clutched nervously between his large hands. His heart is beating so loud in his chest that he’s worried they’ll be able to hear it.

‘They're just being nice. A beautiful person like them doesn’t want you.’

Toshinori takes a seat across from them, not wanting to push their boundaries. No one usually wanted to be close to him like this anyways, his bony limbs and dark eyes often scaring people off. He watches curiously as they reach down and pull a large backpack up onto the table, shoving their pair of headphones inside before setting it back on the ground. He felt excited, the potential of this stranger overwhelming him. What would they talk about? Did they like American movies? What was their name?

‘You won’t see them again. Don’t get attached.’

“Okay,” they start, clapping their hands together. “So, um, how much do you follow heroes in the media?”

‘I wonder if they're a fan.’

He chews on the inside of his lip. He could say so much - he wants to say so much. But since they were strangers to each other, he reminds himself to hold back. “Hm, some. It’s important to stay informed.”

“Oh, perfect! I’m actually writing my thesis over the media and how they portray heroes.” Toshinori watches how animated they are as they speak, trying to draw himself away from looking at their lips - they looked soft. Inviting. ‘They would never kiss you. Look at yourself.’ He nods at them as they continue speaking, and watches with mirth as their smile grows wider. It had been a long time since a stranger had smiled at him like that.

“Well, actually, it’s a lot more than that. I’m going to be looking at a specific hero. Although he’s a bit secretive with his personal life, so it’s hard to get a feel on how the media has affected him through his career.” They peer down at their laptop, quickly typing something in. He swallows.

“Oh? Who’s that?” He watches as they look back up, eyes meeting his again.

“All Might!” They reply, their tone one of reverence.

Oh. Oh. He coughs, averting their gaze. ‘Oh my. They are a fan.’ He quickly forms a reply. “That’s true. He’s quite private.”

“Right? Well, I can’t say I blame him,” they look back up at Toshinori, eyebrows knitted in concern. He felt like he could burst with excitement. “He’s... incredible. I just wonder if the media ever gets under his skin.”

“Why All Might?” He asked. He didn’t want to hear about himself – not really. He was just curious about them.

“Well. There are a lot of reasons,” they reply, their expression suddenly sheepish. He wants to put his hand on their shoulder and tell them that it’s okay, that he could listen to them talk all day… ‘Stop thinking about that.’

“All Might… he’s been an inspiration to me for a long time. I love how passionate he is. He doesn’t make anyone feel like they’re not important.” They pause for a moment. “As someone that’s quirkless, it means the world.” They avert their gaze, almost certainly embarrassed about revealing their quirkless status to a stranger.

Toshinori felt like a liar for letting them talk about All Might like this. They were revealing such personal things to him - and yet, he wanted to hear more. Something about them captivated him.

“Even though it’s been a little hard, I don’t regret picking the topic,” they say, looking back down at their laptop. “I could never get enough of All Might.”

Toshinori coughs at their words, blood splattering out onto his hand. He felt mortified as he pulled a tissue out, trying to discreetly wipe the blood away.

“O-oh no! Are you okay?” They stand up and hurry over to his side of the table. “Do you need me to get you anything? Water? Haru!”

‘Dammit.’ They were so close - close enough that he could smell the gentle perfume they were wearing. He wanted to melt into the floor.

“N-no, it’s quite fine.” He groans, trying to keep the blood hidden. They don’t look convinced. They were probably disgusted, he thought - they were just being nice. Haru - ‘the barista’s name’ he reminds himself - hurries over with a handful of towels. Toshinori looks between the two of them and sighs, taking the towels.

“If you’re sure.” They reply, looking him up and down as if he was hiding another injury somewhere. He glances at their expression and sees no sign of disgust evident. Were they just hiding it? Haru returns to the back of the store, leaving the two of them alone again. He gets up to throw his mess away, shame coursing through his veins. He sits back down, unable to look at them.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He felt awful. Toshinori knew he shouldn’t have walked in the coffee shop in the first place - he was just a burden.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” they reply, gently. Silence passes between them for a moment before he wills himself to look up at them. Instead of the grimace he’d come to expect from strangers, they’re smiling. He notes that they smile quite often. ‘They must be like that for everyone’, he thinks.

‘You’re not special.’

He clears his throat. “About your project... It does sound interesting.” He hesitates before he gets the courage to speak again. “I think I would like to read it when you’re finished, if that’s okay.”

Their smile grows even wider - maybe he wasn’t a liar. Just a friendly stranger who wanted to help. ‘You’re lying to yourself.’

“Oh wow, really?” They practically shout, excitement obvious in their tone. “Thank you! I wish I had more to show you now, but I’ve got to do some more digging on All Might.” They wave their hands apologetically before continuing. “Lemme get your contact info so we can stay in touch.”

Toshinori wants to tell them something, anything - about All Might. About himself. But that was an impossibility. 

He simply hums thoughtfully in response and nods. Before they can respond, a quiet jingle interrupts them.

They pull out their phone, and Toshinori’s throat tightens - there’s an All Might keychain dangling from the headphone jack. He feels frozen as he watches their eyes scan the screen before their fingers start tapping against it. He almost wants to run, his nerves eating away at the happiness he was feeling. He could imagine the revulsion they would feel, watching All Might transform into this. A skeletal old man who couldn’t go an hour without coughing up blood. Why was he still here? He regretted saying he wanted to read their paper. Maybe he should just leave, or give them false contact information.

He opens his mouth, preparing to make an excuse to leave before they interrupt him.

“Sorry about that, I actually have to run.” They say, shutting their laptop. He feels his heart drop. He wanted to leave first, to unburden the stranger of any pleasantries they feel like they have to perform out of politeness. They give him another smile, and he feels his resolve to leave fade away. He waves his hands, a signal it was no big deal. Maybe he could enjoy the feeling – if only for a moment.

They start talking again as they pack their backpack, and this time Toshinori notices the University emblem stitched onto the front - Golden Hero University. It was a popular school for exchange students, along with quirkless students. He turns his attention back to them, trying to ignore the fact that their university was close to his residence. “I really enjoyed our conversation. Sorry I talked so much! I just… well, I don’t have many friends here yet, minus Haru.”

“It’s fine. I enjoyed it as well.” Toshinori replies. They were lonely too – in a different way from him, but still lonely. He knew how it felt all too well. He stands up to leave, his heart pounding. He would be bad for this stranger.

‘Leave. You only bring sadness.’

“Wait!” They squeak, quickly walking over to his side. They hold out a small, egg-white card to him. “Um, if you want to read the paper, you can find me on these sites. Well, when it’s done. It’ll be a while. Plus, I’m always in here.” They pause, realizing they’d been talking at a rapid pace. “Er. If you liked the tea.”

They laugh at their own rambling, and Toshinori’s chest was tight. Why did they have to be so charming? He takes the card, giving it a quick read. Their name was… interesting. It fits them well.

“Sure.” He replies, a smile tugging at his lips. They were so enthusiastic. But still. ‘It’s too dangerous.’ He wasn’t oblivious to the obsessive feelings that were already building up in his mind. For their sake, he needed to stay away.

A moment of silence passes between the two before they stick their hand out. “It was really nice to meet you,” they start, eyes suddenly going wide. “Oh! I never got your name.”

Shit.

He thinks for a moment, panicking – he had to use a fake name. There was no other way. Should he pick an American movie star? Something obscure? A student’s name? ‘Shit shit shit just think—’

Toshinori puts his hand in theirs as he thinks, but the euphoria of how pleasant their hand feels against his is almost too distracting. He wonders what their skin would feel like under his.

‘Disgusting. You’re shameful.’

“It’s… S-shima,” he blurts out, nearly stumbling on the fake name. He feels stupid – he had taken the name of his favorite cider, unable to think of anything else. They shake his hand, their grip strong. The combination of their strong grip and the way that his hand dwarfed theirs sent his mind racing with unsavory thoughts. It was almost too much to bear, and then—

“Well, it was great to meet you, Shima!” They release his hand, and he lets out an internal breath of relief. Still, Toshinori wishes he could have held on for just a second longer. 

They sling their backpack over their shoulder and call out a goodbye to Haru before heading towards the door, turning around to wave goodbye. “I hope I see you again!”

Toshinori wanted to see them again too, desperately. There was so much he wanted to know. He looks at the business card in his hand and carefully folds it before putting it in his pocket. 

Maybe this time - even if it was just one more time - he could indulge himself.

-

It had been several hours since Toshinori had arrived home. He had sat in front of his laptop, nervously folding and unfolding the business card they had given to him. He thought about throwing it away and forgetting it all, forgetting how their nose crinkled when they laughed and how soft their lips had looked—

'You should. Fool.’

He felt guilt, too. Guilt that he was looking at them with lecherous thoughts and thinking about such… intimate things with the first stranger to show him real kindness in a while. It was wrong.

‘How pathetic, getting this excited over a stranger.’

It just wasn’t about how they looked or the way they made him feel, though. Toshinori was intrigued by the way they spoke, and the genuine passion for their subject of study. The way they hadn’t looked at him in disgust. The way they hadn’t recoiled when they shook hands, his calloused and bony hand touching theirs. Maybe just once, he could look at the websites the card they gave to him provided... Just to find out more about them, nothing else.

Toshinori fishes the business card out of his pocket and unfolds it with shaky hands, turning the card over to look at their information. They had their full name printed across the top in an ornate font and a link to their website at the bottom of the card. He reaches to the side of his computer and puts on his reading glasses, having trouble making out the tiny font they had used.

Toshinori types in the name of the website and is greeted with a professional-looking website, their name printed in large font across the homepage. The website had splashes of color that correlated with GHU. He clicked around for a bit before he found the contact page. Their email was listed, as well as a Twitter link and an Instagram page. There was no harm in looking, right?

Toshinori clicked on the little blue bird first. Their name popped up, a cute cartoon rendering of themself as the profile picture. He saw that there were a lot of words – he didn’t have enough time to look through all of their posts now, despite how much he would like to. Twitter was a website he had used under All Might’s persona – though almost exclusively through a PR person. He knew how to read a page, though. He felt his heart in his throat when he read their first tweet.

“had a good day for the first time in a while. met a friendly stranger and talked his head off about my thesis!”

Was it… about him? He bit his lip and clicked back, his heart pounding in his chest. It was too much to look at right now. He navigated back to their website, deciding to look at their Instagram instead.

Well.

Their Instagram page was far more overwhelming than their Twitter.

Toshinori had never used Instagram before - the official All Might Instagram was run by someone at his agency. The layout was completely foreign to him, but it couldn’t be that hard to figure out. He tentatively clicks on the first photo, unsure of what would happen. He’s surprised as it opens to a bigger version of the photo, their image plastered across his whole computer screen.

It was a picture of them sitting on a bench, surrounded by flowers. He thought he recognized it as a local park near the area. Maybe their barista friend, Haru, had taken it. He thought their smile looked radiant in the photo. There were no words on the picture, just little icons. Sometimes Midoriya texted him those. He should learn to use them, maybe. He searches for a way to exit the photo, suddenly excited to look at more.

Toshinori clicks through their page, feeling himself smile as he saw each new photo. He saw several pictures they had taken of themself in various places around town. One photo with a cardboard cutout of All Might that they were hanging onto. His eyes widened when he saw the next picture – a photo of them on the beach wearing a swimsuit. He swallows, saliva thick in his throat. Should he…?

He clicks on it. 

The bathing suit wasn’t anything that would be out of place on a public beach, but seeing this much of them… It was almost too much.

Toshinori feels himself grow red as he stares at the photo, looking at their body, every bit of it pleasing to the eye. What would that body feel like pressed against his? He feels himself grow even hotter, cock suddenly straining against his pants.

'Don’t do this.’

But maybe… Just once. Another indulgence, just for today. It would be quick.

Toshinori palms himself through his pants, glancing at the picture again. What if he came back to the coffee shop as All Might? He would charm them easily, sweep them off their feet. He was All Might, after all.

'You can’t abuse your power.’

He grits his teeth. It was true. But no, this was just a fantasy - it would stay in his head. 

‘It’s okay if it’s just once.’

Toshinori thinks about how small their hand had been compared to his as he pulls his cock out of his pants, giving it a languid tug. He imagined it was them touching his cock. It was difficult for him to get hard in this form – he didn’t like to look at himself, let alone allow himself to feel pleasure. He felt too disgusting for it. But with them on his mind, maybe it would work.

Toshinori looks back at the photo, stroking himself slowly. They would go outside, and he would whisk them away, somewhere hidden. He’d feel their soft lips against his, their soft moans filling the air as he used his hands to explore their body. He’d remove their top and run his broad hands over their chest. He strokes his cock faster, imaging his lips on their nipples, sucking and licking. He thought about how loud they would moan, how they would sound calling out ‘All Might.’

He would press himself against their body, letting them feel how hard he was - they would no without a doubt how much he wanted them. How much All Might wanted them. Oh god, he wanted them. He thinks about what their lips would look like wrapped around his thick cock, their mouth straining to fit the whole thing inside.

Toshinori groans as he increases his pace again. He looks at the picture, drawn to their lower body this time. He wanted to bury his head between their thighs, to work them over until their legs were shaking from pleasure - to feel their hands grip his hair and push his head into their center while they cried out his name.

Toshinori felt like he was close, his hand squeezing around his cock even harder, pumping desperately.

‘No one would want you like this.’

No, don’t think about that right now. He closes his eyes, hand still wrapped around his cock. He thinks about tasting them again, about sliding his thick fingers across their center.

‘Look at yourself now. Hideous.’

Please, not now. Just this once, he wanted release. His grip softens as he hopelessly pumps his cock, his member growing softer.

‘That’s right. You don���t deserve this.’

Toshinori releases himself, flaccid cock laying against his pants. He was right – this was a mistake. He couldn’t lie to them. He couldn’t just show up as All Might and abuse their trust just to get into their pants. Even if it was just a fantasy, he couldn’t do it.

It would be unjust, criminal - he would never do that to anyone. 

Besides, no one would want to touch him in this form - sallow complexion, body all skin and bones. Messy hair and dark, unnerving eyes. Toshinori Yagi – not All Might. 

‘Filth. That’s what you are.’

Toshinori slams his laptop shut, feeling disgusted with himself. He thinks of how horrified they would be if they knew what he really thought about them. He was filthy. Worthless. He tosses their business card into the trash, grunting in anger at himself. This would be better for them. 

Toshinori gets up and walks over to his couch, sinking down into it with a groan. He wanted to melt into the couch and forget all about them and what he had done. He had ruined everything.

And yet…

Toshinori still couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. They had been so kind, and so caring to a stranger like himself. He thought they might be a little naïve, to give out so much information about themselves to a total stranger. 

Toshinori bolts up, his mind processing his most recent thought.

What if he could protect them? Even as Toshinori, he could do that. They deserved to be protected - the world was so cruel, and it was the least he could do in return for his terrible thoughts.

‘Coward. You won’t go back.’

Toshinori balls his fists, tight. He wasn’t a coward. He was All Might, for fuck’s sake. He wouldn’t be a coward. His past self was afraid to reach out for fear of being broken, but no longer. 

Toshinori couldn’t be their personal hero as All Might – he had a duty to protect all citizens. His time was limited as All Might.

Toshinori Yagi, however, could make time.

#my writing #fic rewrite #not sfw #my hero academia x reader #bnha.txt #yandere cw #toshinori yagi x reader #yandere toshinori yagi x reader #yandere my hero academia x reader #all might x reader #yandere all might x reader

[blackthorn-legion-irl]

sendoff.mp4

[A mysterious video is uploaded on Blackthorn's account. No metadata exists to determine who, how, or why it was posted…]

A calm moonlight shines through the window. It shines on Den, Saffron, Fuchsia, and Cerulean, sleeping like a pile of kittens, barely distinguishable as separate beings.

A few minutes pass. Then a shadow dims the moonlight for a moment, and Den awakens. She gets up, careful not to wake the others, trying to give them just a little extra sleep. Eventually - gently, subconsciously - she starts to sing.

A second set of voices joins her for a duet - Saffron, Fuchsia, and Cerulean, the Pixies singing in harmony, simultaneously one voice yet three.

As they sing, it seems that the world has stopped around them. Not in the sense of a dark future, but in the sense of a moment of peace forever fixed in time.

A subtle glow surrounds each of the Pixies as the song continues, growing stronger, in the colour of their name. In the same time, Den seems to radiate a shadow - one of calm, as the empty night sky waiting to be filled with stars.

Before, as the song comes to its end, 'Arigato to...~' The glow blinds the camera with white for a moment, before it fades. The moon is shaded by clouds; the only light now comes from three floating wisps - one gold, one pink, one blue - and Den's red eyes shining in the darkness.

The wisps start to circle her. Faster, faster, spiralling inwards, until - a glow forms around her head. She closes her eyes, the glow fades into shadows.

The moonlight returns.

Revealing Den---revealing Blackthorn. Clearly tired, clearly damaged - clearly whole, as much as she can be. She stumbles blearily over to the bed, collapsing onto it. The only sound, her steady heartbeat.

And a trio of familiar voices singing her to sleep.

//ooc under the cut

//picrew source

and that's the end of this... pseudo-arc? i'm not sure what to call it still, but. the intro post will be updated at... some point. not sure when. but it needs a pretty big go-over anyway, so.

so what happens now? technically, blackthorn refers to the four of them, whereas den refers to den herself. in their whole state though, the two are pretty much interchangeable - as such blackthorn is simultaneously one person and four. self-reference-wise - she'll mostly use i/me, though depending on the context may switch to we/us. likewise, referring to saffron/fuchsia/cerulean will use he/she/they respectively. any pronouns are okay for any of them, though, as ever - she'll particularly be aware of plural they as an option depending on context.

while i'm noting this as it's what i use currently and thus what blackthorn will eventually stick to - she's got to work out how to communicate with the pixies first..... so do i, for that matter. it'll be easier for her though. as a bonus, the pixies also get a headspace (which i don't think i have) so i can keep making picrews of them. the irl equivalents just roll around my brain like when you have pokemon-amie on the bottom screen and get on the bike. i mean what :v

i appreciate everyone who's interacted in any way - in terms of me working out stuff irl i consider it a success also. thank you. i want to special thanks to spritemod and indigomod - while i know it wasn't intended, the timing of the runaway arc and such (even though i blocked a lot of it) really helped me with some particular cases in a safe environment, which otherwise i might not have gotten for a while. so that's a bonus.

probably when i update the intro post i'll also make a list of links to all the big major writing of this semi-arc. that might take a bit but i hope to have it done by the end of the weekend.

as for now? blackthorn's just doing her thing. helping people out, posting memes and stupid jokes... just with a little more understanding of what's going on behind the mask. (and a clearly totally valid excuse of 'no i don't have a soft side. that's just fuchsia')

#soul heckers #blackthorn.mp4 #//okay to interact with as a posted video #//as with the others this will post when i'm asleep for timezone reasons

[emiliasilverova]

Day 2 of Fest... time to unleash one very big post 👀

You've seen the title on the link above, today I bring you an Alec playlist. But me being me, there's a tiny bit more to it than just being a selection of music I love (it absolutely is, though, don't get me wrong). This is a narrative playlist—in other words, each song represents a moment in Alec's life, in chronological order, and based on my interpretation of (and expansions on) the GoldenEye canon. Oh and... although I didn't put that much thought into this aspect of the playlist, it happens to be mostly British songs, some Russian ones and a few others. Pretty fitting, I would say.

See you below the cut for the full story behind each song :D

Pink Floyd, Another Brick in the Wall pt. 1

Our story starts with Alec being a little orphan in 1950s-60s Britain. Therefore, my choice went to a song about a very similar little orphan—Pink, the protagonist of The Wall. Although circumstances are different, the song tells the same story for both kids: they're lonely and deeply resenting of their father's (or parents') absence... which will be the root of all the ills in their lives.

David Bowie, Life on Mars?

There was a joke between @prismatic-bell and I once. Since Bowie and Alec are so similar in terms of appearance, Bowie must have been Alec's first crush (and therefore, bi awakening). Therefore, there has to be some Bowie in here—and this song in particular is perfect to describe Alec growing up, looking at the depressing Cold War world from his young eyes.

David Sylvian, Forbidden Colours

Speaking of bi awakenings, well this is it. At this stage of the story, young Alec has realised ‘[his] love wears forbidden colours’. And just like in the song, he'll ‘[try] to show unquestioning faith in everything’, from public school to the army. Another brick in his wall, as somebody else would sing.

John Barry, Theme from the Persuaders

The only instrumental in this playlist, but perhaps the name of the composer alone tipped you off on why I chose it. By now Alec is a Royal Marine, and he meets a certain Navy commander—a fellow named James Bond, you might have heard of him. So why the Persuaders and not a classic Bond theme? Easy, just watch the opening of said Persuaders. The parallel editing between the lives of Roger Moore's and Tony Curtis's characters... I dream we could have that for Brosnan!Bond and Alec.

Pet Shop Boys, This Must Be the Place I Waited Years to Leave

So Alec is an MI6 agent now (probably under James's influence). The point here is, he actually loves his job—being in the shadows, not having to be around handsome men in uniform all the time anymore... He's found his place, and he can look back on his younger years as a bad time that is finally over (or is it?) Fun fact by the way, this song could have been the Living Daylights' theme song. It didn't go too far into that process, but still I highly recommend this edit of TLD's credits with the song over it.

Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Relax

‘Not having to be around handsome men in uniform all the time anymore’... yeah. Well, there is still is one ridiculously handsome man Alec is around all the time—James. Cue more bi panic, growing jealousy, and, of course, sharing everything absolutely everything. Doesn't help that Relax, an extremely gay song (enough to be banned by the BBC when it came out...), is the hot thing on the radio back in those days...

Tears for Fears, Shout

Alec has just earned his 00 status, and he has many scores to settle with life... so he's going to shout, and life is going to hear him. Case in point, his bullets.

a-ha, The Living Daylights

A continuation of the previous song. This is Alec and James living the high life as 00 agents, full of broken gadgets, expensive food and clothing, private jokes and other code phrases. An excuse for me to shoehorn my favourite Bond song in the playlist? Absolutely. a-ha's synth version of it, too—as much as I love Barry's version (the one used in the movie), I have to say this one is vastly superior.

Public Image Ltd, The Order of Death

Oh no. Alec has been too curious and got his hands on his MI6 file. Now he knows everything. The Lienz Cossacks and their betrayal by the British; his parents' survivor guilt; the fact his name shouldn't be Trevelyan but his parents' Russian name (Trailin, in my headcanon); the fact MI6 knew his origins and still got him to work for them (if it didn't have a say in how he was brought up...) He wanted to know, now he's got his answer. Whether he likes it or not.

Secret Service, Flash in the Night

Alec is depressed. He doesn't really know yet what to make of everything he learned in his MI6 file. He looks at James but he knows he can't tell him anything. James is part of the system that betrayed his parents, then betrayed him in turn. James can't possibly understand how it feels like. Yet again, Alec is alone. The scar once healed forever dissolves in the rain, as the song has it.

Кино, Спокойная ночь (Kino, Spokoynaya noch'—Calm Night)

Not too long later, a still depressed Alec is wandering in Soviet streets during a mission. Moscow or Leningrad, who knows (one day I'll have to choose, because I really want to write a one shot based on this song). Ideas are coming to him, but they aren't really clear. The only sure thing in all this is that he's starting to feel a lot more Russian than British... hence the inclusion of the first (and not last) Soviet rock song in the playlist.

C.C. Catch, ‘Cause You Are Young

Probably the same night, Alec stumbles on an underground nightclub blaring Western songs. After all, it is the mid-1980s, and Gorbachyov's USSR slowly starts to allow such music within its borders (censorship is still there, though, as proved by the blurb on the Soviet edition of Frankie Goes to Hollywood's second album not mentioning a single thing about Relax. Western music, okay, but gay? How about nyet) Anyway, my point: Alec hears this obscure German pop song, and suddenly everything starts to fall into place in his mind. A wake-up call, if you will. What he needs now is to catch his freedom from MI6, whatever the cost.

Depeche Mode, Personal Jesus

Janus is born. Alec's Personal Jesus, the persona that will give him his freedom from—and revenge on—Britain. The inspiration behind this choice of song comes from Brigada, the most famous Russian TV show of all time. Basically, the story of a group of friends in the late 1980s who go on to become a powerful mafia group in the 1990s. In the first episode, the protagonist decides to commit his first crime over Personal Jesus... and commits said crime in an underground nightclub that blares ‘Cause You Are Young. Small world, I know.

Peter Gabriel, We Do What We're Told

Alec is preparing his plans to fake his death and truly become Janus, but in the meantime he has to pretend everything's fine. So he does what he's told... like in his childhood, like in the army. He absolutely hates it, but he knows his patience will pay off.

Propaganda, p:Machinery

One word: Arkhangelsk. The planning phase is over, the day has come for Alec to make his move and disappear from the face of the Earth. Except that, as we all know, not everything goes according to plan... Fun fact, I just learned that this song was greatly influenced by David Sylvian, of Forbidden Colours fame. The world doesn't get any bigger, does it?

Pink Floyd, Hey You

In a Soviet hospital, Alec recovers from his Arkhangelsk wounds... and falls deeper into depression. But with Janus on board, depression takes on a much more threatening face. Alec is despaired, but he also wants to kill. That should distract him from despair.

Nautilus Pompilius, Воздух (Vozdukh—Air)

As the USSR slowly dies, a new organisation comes to be—the Janus Syndicate. It's only the early days, and it probably doesn't really ressemble what we see of it in GoldenEye. But it comes at a time Soviets themselves are growing disenchanted from their world. as everything crumbles down, even law enforcement doesn't see any point in catching criminals anymore (as told by the lyrics). Exactly the kind of fertile ground the Syndicate needs to grow.

The Rolling Stones, Sympathy for the Devil

There's a newcomer in Alec's life—a certain Xenia Onatopp. Is she a cis or trans woman, I'll let you choose. What she definitely is, at least, is someone who wants absolute freedom, even if it means harming others (a cause Alec can relate to). That, and the kind of untamed energy that would greatly benefit from being given a direction. For instance... working for Janus? Unless it is dominating Janus in the bedroom... my Alec is bi for a reason, after all.

Depeche Mode, Never Let Me Down Again

Do you know Scarface, and more specifically the Push It to the Limit segment? Well picture that, but with Alec as Tony Montana, Xenia as Manny Ribera, the freshly renamed St Petersburg instead of sunny Miami... and Depeche Mode instead of Giorgio Moroder's music (with the caveat that Alec clearly didn't get married back in those days, because there's only one person he'd marry: James). These are the heydays of the Russian mafia, when some people who previously knew nothing of capitalism became dizziyingly rich overnight... and fought each other to death for more power. The days of the Gulf War, also—when the Janus Syndicate sold stolen Red Army weapons to Iraq. Pop quiz, do you know what the mafia bosses who survived those turbulent times are called today? Oligarchs. Kinda sheds a new light on Alec, I won't lie.

Tina Turner, GoldenEye

I had to include it. There's no two ways about it, this is the ultimate, canon Alec (Bondalec, even) song. Just look at the lyrics, and tell me this isn't Alec spitting all his jealousy on James. Xenia would be just as menacing, yes, but nowhere near as salty. So where are we in our story for me to include this song? Well, just at the beginning of GoldenEye proper: Xenia has met James in Monte Carlo, and tells Alec as they prepare to steal the Tiger (yes, Xenia's accomplice in that scene is Alec. Fight me). Cue a very sour laugh from Alec, who cannot believe fate has put James on his path again. Not that it really matters to him at this point though—all he's focused on is his upcoming revenge on Britain, and if James has to be a bystander, then so be it.

Midge Ure, The Man Who Sold the World

James wanted to be set up with Janus... well, he's got what he asked for. Janus, in person, at the statue park. Alec, alive and with a murderous intent. Again a song with a connection to Bowie, as you might have noticed... but unsurpringly I prefer the very 1980s, synth-heavy version by Midge Ure. Bowie, hmmmm... a hint towards renewed bi panic on Alec's part? You'll know soon enough.

Nautilus Pompilius, Нежный вампир (Nezhniy vampir—Tender Vampire)

A little interlude before we enter the endgame. The tender vampire here is Janus, of course—dragging Alec's better self into the abyss, being so jealous of James he starts circling around Natalya like a hungry shark. The absolute creep we see in the train scene, in short. For the record, I know this song from Brat, another very famous Russian movie about the 1990s mafia (I'll probably run a watchalong for it later during this Fest, so stay tuned 👀).

Propaganda, The Murder of Love

Train scene, act 2: the Mexican standoff. Alec and James face each other again, but James still doesn't really have the upper hand. So Alec (well, Janus) spits more poison at him, this time a lot more personal and hurtful. And yes, the bi panic is firmly there, as smug as Alec tries to look. He knows he can't kill James, but he also knows he can't let James talk to him. Alec can't be diverted from his revenge on life itself, because that would be acknowledging that all the time and effort he put into that goal was a waste. Therefore, he prefers to gloat at James... in other words, to be the victim who's become the judge, and to make James plead for mercy.

Pet Shop Boys, I’m Not Scared

Well, this particular one originally wasn't in the playlist. But the moment I first heard it, I knew I had to include it. This has to be James's answer to all of Alec's venom in GoldenEye and The Murder of Love. James has always loved Alec, and doesn't understand how Alec could have grown so scorned and spiteful. Are Janus and Alec really the same person? Will he have to kill Alec? If he does, will James ever be able to forgive himself? If only he and Alec could talk heart to heart... as @3nigm4art commented about this song, Alec would cry if he heard James singing it to him. Perhaps he could even be reasoned... So what I envision here is the beach scene, with James looking at the sea asking himself all those questions—and Alec, somewhere in his lair, being unable to take James out of his mind.

Leonard Cohen, First We Take Manhattan

We are now in the Janus control center in Cuba. Xenia is dead by now, but Alec probably hasn't really processed that yet. After all, he has other things on his mind: his scheme coming so close to completion... and James right in front of him, watching and commenting what he sees. Alec likes this, in a way—what better witness to him becoming a literal god than James? He's not jealous anymore at his point, because in his mind, he's won. He's done the impossible: destroying Britain, and beating James. But there's an issue here... being so drunk with his triumph, he forgot that James won't let himself be just a passive bystander. Which surely won't come back to bite him in the arse, will it?

Pet Shop Boys, It's a Sin

As everything explodes around him (literally), Alec loses it. James has stolen the triumph he deserved to get. Therefore, James will die. By Alec's hand. Ensues the fight on the antenna. Alec probably knows he won't survive it, but he doesn't care anymore. All his rage, all his jealousy, all his frustration are what fuels him at this point—with glimpses from his past flashing before his eyes, as the song suggests. He has wasted nine years of his life, and the rest of it in fact. His whole life has been nothing but sin, from his origins and attraction to James to becoming a spy then a mafia leader. So if there's no turning back... at least he'll go out with a bang. And hopefully take James with him.

Кино, Легенда (Kino, Legenda—Legend)

The story ends here. Alec falls to his death after James lets him go, and James has to live with the memory of Alec haunting him. But is it what really happens? If anything, this song is here to be an open ending. It is an elegy, yes, but it could be Alec singing it. Since death is worth living, but love is worth waiting, maybe he survived and has to piece himself back together at James's side. Or maybe it's James who fell. You decide, but at least there's one thing we can all be sure about. Credits might roll, but Alec's legend never ends.

(Thank you so much for reading, and listening ♥️ I put a lot more energy into this post than I thought I would 😅)

#007 Fest #007 Fest 2023 #TeamBondVillains #james bond #007 #goldeneye #alec travelyan #006 #janus #james bond/alec trevelyan #bondalec #1990s russia #silverova the history nerd #new wave #soviet rock #playlist #long post #i have a headache from writing this post #but i regret nothing #enjoy the story

[kitschke]

This might be a weird question, but I ended up browsing your blog, and you have a lot of interesting looking music posts. Do you have a list of underrated songs you think people should check out? Or something like that? I’ve been trying to find more indie bands recently (since I heard Spotify might try to demonetize songs with under a thousand listens and I thought maybe bringing the listen count up would help, foolish as that might be—and I haven’t even confirmed it’s true lmao). I’ve found a couple solo artists like presence3x with only a dozen listeners, but Spotify makes it super difficult to find them. I found City of Sound thanks to their YouTube presence, but not every indie band has that. (They’re not nearly as small as presence3x, to be clear)

Feel free to delete this ask if you don’t feel like answering—I won’t take offense! I just thought maybe it would give you an excuse to talk about music or something, since you seem to like it as much as I do.

not weird at all! my page is very quiet so nice to get the chance to babble about music :°) i guess i'm getting better at coming off as knowledgeable lol.

i try to find new music from a variety of sources - obviously looking at my blog you can see i'm a big fan of the @haveyouheardthisband project and it's been a fantastic way to discover new artists of all levels of popularity. some of those bands are super obscure and they've even compiled some of the most unheard-of into a list with recommended tracks and where to listen.

for my album-of-the-day resolution, i've taken suggestions from friends + strangers (and always open to more!), but mostly literally just use a random generator lol. for my personal rules i try to exclude compilations/live albums/various artists but really try to listen to everything else it gives me even if it's not normally my genre. it does seem to tend to generate more popular artists (surely nothing as obscure as presence3x!); the lowest monthly listenership so far is Vaqo (466) (also his stuff is quite good! would recommend). so it might not reliably return indie artists but is worth a try for fun.

another off-the-wall suggestion is Radiooooo, which is such a fun concept - radio based off a decade + country. i believe it's manually sourced by music lovers and their personal collection, which is really cool and can lead to some pretty obscure older finds!

but otherwise....i'm flattered you think i have an indie taste haha. i don't think any of my favorite songs/acts are obscure by any means, but i've never considered trying to create a playlist of my top underrated songs. but i'm inspired to do so now! i'll link it if i do make something like that. thanks for the ask and letting me ramble to a fellow Music Enjoyer :°)

#aotd #music #<- pretending like there's any organization to this blog

[the-invisible-queer]

If you had to make 1 album out of separate Jonas Brothers songs, what would it look like? What would the theme be? What order would you put them in, what kind of a story would you tell?

SO! I wrote almost 4k words, but Tumblr won't let me post as such so I can't explain why I put the songs I listed. Just wasted 2hrs of my life. Maybe I'll post my explanation on my non-Tumblr blog next week.

I just am very passionate about these fucking dorks and any excuse to write about them and their music I jump at. I am TRULY obsessed with them.

As far as order, I don’t know. It's in chronological order mostly.

Also limited myself to only the songs they have on Spotify. Otherwise, I’d have included every song from Jonas s1.

Here is the link to the Spotify playlist if you are interested!

Here's the final list of 41 songs of their 100+ songs:

“Jersey” by Jonas Brothers from Music from Chasing Happiness, 2019

“Please Be Mine” by Jonas Brothers from It’s About Time, 2006

“Mandy” by Jonas Brothers from It’s About Time, 2006

“Underdog” by Jonas Brothers from It’s About Time, 2006

“Kids of the Future” by Jonas Brothers from Meet the Robinsons (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack), 2007

“Hold On” by Jonas Brothers from Jonas Brothers, 2007

“That’s Just the Way We Roll” by Jonas Brothers from Jonas Brothers, 2007

“Inseparable” by Jonas Brothers from Jonas Brothers, 2007

“Take a Breath” by Jonas Brothers from Jonas Brothers, 2007

“When You Look Me in the Eyes” by Jonas Brothers from Jonas Brothers, 2007

“We Got the Party Duet with Jonas Brothers” by Hannah Montana, Jonas Brothers from Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus Best of Both Worlds Concert, 2008

“Lovebug” by Jonas Brothers from A Little Bit Longer, 2008

“A Little Bit Longer” by Jonas Brothers from A Little But Longer, 2008

“Sorry” by Jonas Brothers from A Little Bit Longer, 2008

“Burnin’ Up” by Jonas Brothers from A Little Bit Longer, 2008

“Pushin’ Me Away” by Jonas Brothers from A Little Bit Longer, 2008

“Love Is On Its Way” by Jonas Brothers from Music from the 3D Concert Experience, 2008

“I’m Gonna Getcha Good” by Jonas Brothers from Music from the 3D Concert Experience, 2008

“Live to Party” by Jonas Brothers, 2009

“Play My Music” by Connect 3 from Camp Rock, 2008

“World War III” by Jonas Brothers from Lines, Vines and Trying Times, 2009

“Before the Storm - featuring Miley Cyrus” by Jonas Brothers from Lines, Vines and Trying Times, 2009

“Paranoid” by Jonas Brothers from Lines, Vines and Trying Times, 2009

“L.A. Baby (Where Dreams Are Made Of)” by Jonas Brothers from Jonas L.A. (Music from the TV Series), 2010

“Summer Rain” by Jonas Brothers from Jonas L.A. (Music from the TV Series), 2010

“Make It Right” by Jonas Brothers from Jonas L.A. (Music from the TV Series), 2010

“Heart and Soul” by Connect 3 from Camp Rock 2: Final Jam, 2010

“First Time” by Jonas Brothers, 2013

“Only Human” by Jonas Brothers from Happiness Begins, 2019

“Happy When I’m Sad” by Jonas Brothers from Happiness Begins, 2019

“Hesitate” by Jonas Brothers from Happiness Begins, 2019

“Greenlight” by Jonas Brothers, 2019

“What a Man Gotta Do” by Jonas Brothers, 2020

“Mercy” by Jonas Brothers from Space Jam: A New Legacy (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack), 2021

“Selfish” by Nick Jonas, Jonas Brothers from Spaceman (Deluxe), 2021

“Do It Like That (Pop R&B Remix)” by TOMORROW X TOGETHER, Jonas Brothers, 2023

“Walls (with Jon Bellion) by Jonas Brothers from The Album, 2023

“Summer Baby” by Jonas Brothers from The Album, 2023

“Vacation Eyes” by Jonas Brothers from The Album, 2023

“Miracle” by Jonas Brothers from The Album, 2023

“Strong Enough (feat. Bailey Zimmerman)” by Jonas Brothers, 2023

[acacia-may]

Oh hi!!? It’s always a bit of a surprise to get any likes on my Horrible Histories movie posts, I sorta send them into the void for self satisfaction😆, but it was even more surprising when your username popped up! I hope you’re feeling better. For the playlist ask game, obviously I’m asking if you’ve got any songs for Atti and Orla.

Hi friend!! What a pleasant surprise! 🥰 I got such a good laugh out of your Horrible Histories movie post, and it made my whole day so thank you so much for that! 😊 It really is a small fandom world, isn't it? Thank you so much for the well wishes and for the ask! 🥰 I have to admit that I am positively giddy to have an excuse to think about Horrible Histories: The Movie! 😁

To tell you the truth, I actually have a whole playlist of songs for Atti and Orla [I call it "Of Love and Sundials" because I amuse myself 😅]. Of course, they have a lot of wonderful canonical songs already (including a (sort of?) love song. That second verse and also the Latin translation makes me think it's a love song, but I suppose it's up to interpretation). Anyway... unfortunately those songs are not available to listen to in my country or to purchase internationally (believe me I've looked into it) which has been such a frustration when the songs get stuck in my head. (True pain is running around humming "something something sharing" for two weeks at time with no respite 😂). My sister and I actually once physically typed out all the lyrics to one of the songs by pausing the actual movie over and over with subtitles, and I also translated part of Atti's part of "Orla Alone" into the original Latin when I super bored once (my teachers would be so thrilled to know how I was utilizing my many years of "serious" Latin knowledge 😂). But mostly, I just made a playlist of non-Horrible Histories songs (and I got really, really attached to song "Lost in The Woods" from Frozen 2) as a way to fill the void. Here are a few of my favorites:

This Land Is Mine by Dido (YouTube Link)

Home by Heron Valley (YouTube Link)

Don't Mention The War by The Divine Comedy (YouTube Link)

Vagabond by WILD (YouTube Link)

We Go Well Together by Goldheart (YouTube Link)

Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos (YouTube Link)

Skyway Avenue -- We The Kings (YouTube Link) [A/N and brief warnings: this song mentions falling to one's death and (vaguely?/possibly?) suicide (though I don't think it needs to be taken that way. I've always taken it in a more metaphorical sense), but the line "I would die for you on Skyway Avenue" is too fitting for this ship to leave this song off of the list (and the song isn't really that dark)]

Bonus Fun, Silly and Cheeky Songs:

What A Man Gotta Do -- Jonas Brothers (YouTube Link) [A/N: Spoiler Alert: The answer is apparently just stop to tie your sandals, so it's not that hard...]

Lost in the Woods -- Jonathan Groff (From Frozen 2) (YouTube Link) [A/N: I got really attached to this song sort of in lieu of "Orla Alone" since it's a similar sentiment/vibe (in my head anyway. This song is also a bop in its own right!). Also, Atti does tend to get lost in the woods in a literal and metaphorical sense so I think it kind of works 😅]

I've included links to both Spotify and YouTube (I tried to pick the most official links I could find), and I'm crossing my fingers that you won't run into any international streaming problems similar to the ones I've been having with the movie's songs. When I get to feeling better, perhaps I'll try to make a proper post with actual discussion about these songs, but it'll just have to be the songs and links for now I'm afraid. I hope you'll still like them though! Thanks again for the ask! It was lots of fun! 🥰

Thank you for playing my Mini-Playlist Ask Game! 😊

#horrible histories the movie #atti/orla horrible histories #i love them so much your honor #thank you so much for asking about one of my favorite ships of all time #and giving me an excuse to think about these two and this fantastic film again #transitofmercury 🎵 #thanks for the ask please feel free to drop by any time 🥰 #playlist ask game

[ten-thousand-year-elegy]

Lorepost: Chapter Sixteen, “Leap of Faith”

By popular reader request, TTYE lore posts are companion pieces for each chapter of the story breaking down all of the Legend of Zelda lore and references made in each chapter, for readers looking to learn more about LoZ or just refresh their knowledge. This chapter contains explanations for: Bokoblin Dinner Dance, Koroks, and the Hero’s Shade.

Bokoblins Dancing

“What were these little assholes doin’ out in the middle of goddamned nowhere?” Jounouchi muttered, wiping the blood off his axe.

“Enjoying their dinner,” Yuugi said sadly. He always felt bad killing bokoblins, especially after he’d learned that they had an adorable habit of dancing around their campfires after a particularly good meal.

Yup, it’s true. Bokoblins like to dance when left to their own devices. It’s extremely cute. The sick rave music is not canon.

Koroks

Koroks have been around in several Zelda games. They are little forest spirits who live under the guardianship of the Great Deku Tree, aka this guy:

Yup, that is a large talking tree with a moustache. He presides over the forest where the Koroks live. The Great Deku Tree also has a special connection to Link himself. In The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time - set long, long before most other Zelda games - the Koroks were called the Kokiri, and appeared as small children instead of wooden sprites. Link was raised by the Great Deku Tree as a Kokiri until discovering he was actually a Hylian, and would thus grow up, unlike the rest of his friends.

(If you’ll recall, in the jungle Anzu dreams about a little girl named Saria, who was Link’s best friend - Saria was a Kokiri.)

The Koroks travel all over Hyrule and only make themselves known when they want to. In this case they have an instinctual love of Saria’s Song, which makes them trust our heroes enough to show themselves.

The Hero’s Shade

“I don’t really know,” Eri said helplessly, waving her hands. “He just used to take Link to another place to train him - some kind of foggy alternate Hyrule - and he’s…um, he’s tall, and mostly made of bones, and he wears armour…”

“Great,” Kaiba muttered. “So I’m being followed by a lich.”

“He’s not a lich,” Eri protested. “He’s Link. An older incarnation. He chose to forego the afterlife to guide newer incarnations of Link on their adventures.” She turned to Anzu. “He’s the same Link from your soldier dream.”

This spirit is Link from Ocarina of Time. He shows up in The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess to train the Link from those games in the ways of swordsmanship. It’s never explicitly confirmed in-game that he is Ocarina of Time Link, but it’s practically canon. I also gave him a wee bit more personality than his in-game dialogue :)

The “mistakes” he is referring to are a fascinating part of the story in Ocarina of Time. In this game, Hyrule’s downfall is brought about directly by Link and Zelda when they are children - no adults trust Zelda’s visions about the Gerudo prince Ganondorf, and so she and Link take matters into their own hands to try and outwit him. In the process they accidentally allow him entrance to the Sacred Realm, where he is able to get his hands on the Triforce and cause immense damage. As adults Link and Zelda must fight on in a doomed Hyrule to reverse the catastrophe and make things right. At the end of that game, Zelda sends Link back in time to relive his childhood as an act of charity.

As the Hero’s Shade explains to Kaiba:

“We were young,” the Shade said quietly. “So young, although that is a meagre excuse for the mistakes we made. Zelda…she meant only to return to me the childhood that I had lost. She sent me back seven years. In doing so we split the branches of Time itself - and thus her Hyrule was robbed of its Hero, condemning it to be flooded and born anew, while in my Hyrule I roamed with an endless restlessness until my quiet and unacknowledged death.” He sighed. “And in yet another timeline we were both of us defeated, murdered and divested of our pieces of the Golden Power, allowing the Demon King to create a dark, twisted realm that was almost Hyrule’s undoing.”

The doomed Hyrules he is referring to are The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, and the Dark World from The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past.

#ttye lorepost

[simmonsized]

🗣read the meta post and am on the edge of my seat for pt. deux. also: between r&g and duelshock desertbloom (ik you didn't write that one but it's the only other notable Bro Strider Fanfiction in my head) i think those fics encompass bro-voice so well and r&g remains one of my favorites. i just love character lovers keep on keepin on man

Okay, first of all!!! Thank you very much! Tbh I'm afraid that part 2 will show my hand too much, mostly because I had kind of planned on talking about how I constructed Bro as a concept in "The After" canon universe but. I guess we'll see lol!

ANYWAY. IT iS SO GOOD OF YOU TO BRING UP DUALSHOCK DESERTBLOOM.

If you did not know, or perhaps you are reading this and do not know already, DD was written by geometrician, who also wrote signs at sundown, which is a fic that happens to be canon within the RNG universe (and dirkfic but. we'll talk about that) and is linked in chapter 16! very significant possibly one of my favorite things anyone has ever handed to me.

The other thing you need to know, possibly only because of the Bro Strider enjoyment, is that i am beyond lucky to call @future-geometries (the geometrician, if u will) my best friend and even, if i care to be a little homestuck about it, my moirail (my MUAHrail if u will, my meowrail, my diamond pal, even). geometrician is also my absolute FAVORITE writer and (this may or may not surprise u)

dualshock desertbloom is my FAVORITE fanfiction. ever. in my entire life and career, 11 years in this fandom, it means more to me than any and all of that.

DD, also lovingly known in my home, my server, and general friend group, as "dirkfic" is just that. It is Dirk vs Dirk, or Dirk vs Bro, but in a way that is cathartic and complete in its presentation.

i don't want to spoil it for people who haven't read it, I really don't. I mean. I do. I want to write a fucking novel about all the things I love most about it but, it's so important to me to keep my hand carefully cupped over the heart of the whole thing.

What you need to know is that some people will see it as a look into Dirk as a person, about viewing Dirk through the way he interacts with Bro but I will say, I firmly believe this to be untrue.

This fic is about viewing Bro Strider through the lens of A Dirk, which is possibly the most important part about writing Bro Strider.

It is about how someone's life influences who they become as a person, but does not excuse their actions. It is about how it is possible to love someone and still destroy them. It is about how it is okay to want to change, how it is okay to want something more for yourself, than what you've been given, what you've been allowed.

Is it any question why I'm literally so enamored that I hardbound it in book format (and sent a copy to the author as a gift lmao)?

also bonus points if you listen to the song undertale during the final chapter scenes yes this actually matters

anyway you did not ask but this is my official recommendation i literally can't say enough, seriously, and ps thank u for the nice things you said abt rng too haha!

#bro antagonizing dirk into [REDACTED] on purpose literally gets me every time bc i'm disgusting #fanart alternatively titled WRENCH #also i shamelessly reference this fic bc i'm an animal #jess i am so fucking sorry i went a little nuts #BUT I WAS GOING TO WRITE AN ESSAY AND DIDN'T SO #THERE

[violetfeatherwind]

Introduction/Rules for my blog

Name: Mila

Name pronouncing: mee-la

Gender: Female (she/her)

Username origin: Got it from the side of a Kellogg’s Unicorn cereal box where you search for your “Unicorn Name”. My name begins with an “M” and it was next to the word “Violet”. My birthday is in October, and that was next to “Feather Wind”. It’s also where I got the idea of giving myself purple feather earrings, even though I don’t own any.

Goals: Creating an independent animation studio where I can create original projects/becoming an animator

Personal animation preference: 2D animation that is traditionally hand drawn/detailed. Doesn’t matter the art style or medium. Nothing rigged, puppeted, or limited.

Likes: Cartoons (mostly western), animation, Hot Topic, comics, alternative styles (like grunge, goth, scene, punk, etc), boys’ clothing, animals (such as puppies, frogs, manatees, small birds, axolotls, Guinea pigs, etc), cyberpunk style, sci-fi, techno music, big band music, jazz music space themes/aesthetics, musicals, original songs, creating original characters, hanging out with friends, talking about interests to my friends, when people respect my likes and boundaries, soda (no diet or zero), junk food, cheese pizza (depends on where it’s from, I’m picky), going to the movies, traveling, sketchbooks, art stores, soap, having my hair straight, when my face is clear, singing, and plushies (there’s tons more, but here’s what I can think of😅)

Dislikes: When people don’t respect my dislikes and boundaries, making noises/showing me stuff/talking about stuff I don’t like/playing something just to tick me off or see my reaction, being taken advantage of, people being ***holes online (and irl), when someone says their opinions are facts, when people use their race/ethnicity as an excuse for how their parents raised/treated them (or just about anything that has nothing to do with their race), people pushing their agenda on to people, corporal punishment, people forcing their religion or beliefs onto others, politics, when people don’t take me seriously, being ignored, when people say my opinions and preferences are wrong, when I say that I have never seen/heard of/been interested in a certain genre/food/movie or show and they say “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! SERIOUSLY?! HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW/LIKE THAT?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”, feces humor, creepy crawlers and insects (like spiders, hornets, bees, flies, wasps, yellow jackets, beetles, roaches, etc), getting water in my ears and nose, acne, when something I wanted to buy being sold out, when I can’t find what I’m looking for at a certain store, needles, rude people, ableist people, when people tell me: “Well, that’s life for ya” or “That’s just life, get used to it” and stuff like that, when people don’t flush the toilet or don’t wipe the toilet seat, artificial intelligence (AI), when bots follow me, creepy people online leaving weird messages, untrustworthy people, and promotional comments (oof! That’s a long list!😅)

Do’s and Don’ts:

Do:

Reblog and like my posts including my work (if you want)

Type down a nice comment (if you want)

Be respectful to others in the comments

Share my work around with friends and family (just NO reposting my work even if you give credit)

Keep stuff here mostly SFW

Don’t:

Harass me and others

Follow me for no reason (or without taking the time to know what I post)

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Send death threats

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Interact if you are a bot or support AI

What I post:

Original art

Fan art

Serotonin

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Animation

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Cartoons and movies

And more

Franchises I talk about:

Invader Zim

Sonic the Hedgehog

NiGHTS Into/Journey of Dreams

Balan Wonderworld

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Murder Drones

Nightmare Before Christmas

Poppy Playtime

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Dark Revival

And more

(Note: might edit this post later!)

#about blog #dos and donts #balan wonderworld #invaderzim #sonic the hedgehog #nights journey of dreams #hazbinhotel #helluva boss #nightmarebeforechristmas #bendytheinkdemon #murder drones #poppyplaytime #likes and dislikes #what I post

[sharonaparadox]

warning for some violence! also, obviously, iswm spoilers

hd + subtitles available!

fandom: In Space with Markiplier focus: Allu Minium (“Lady”) audio: “Anthropology (Lyra’s Song)” by Awkward Marina (Yoka the Changeling remix) program: Sony Vegas Pro 13

i also used the video “Lady Makeup Tutorial | In Space With Markiplier” by Anna the Artiste, the makeup artist who designed allu’s look! you can find a link in the youtube description or just search up the title, bc i’m worried tumblr’s thing abt off-site links will eat this post if i post it here

i watched the cloakbrand instagram livestream by anna and lio on sunday after getting all of my work finished (bc it was, thankfully, saved as a regular post afterward), and all i’ve been thinking abt since then has been allu minium (LOVE that name, btw)

while i was looking up content, i found this post by @notpixeluwu saying that “anthropology” is the perfect song for them! and i hadn’t heard the song b4 bc i never rlly interacted with mlp fandom outside of mostly rbing art here (which is on me, btw, bc i didn’t watch the show regularly enough to keep up with the fandom), but i’d just posted an edit a few days ago and still had that itch to create. i used a remix bc i liked it, and it gave me a decent enough excuse to use the noir scenes, which i kinda had to bc allu spends most of their scenes in an antagonistic role that doesn’t rlly work with the tone of the song. that’s also why this is cut so short, btw

this is the kind of song that would work better as an animatic, but i can’t draw and my brain rlly latched onto what i could do with that “comic-con” line anyway lol. thought abt using mythicaliity’s vids on tiktok since lio retweeted their cosplay, but i’m not putting that much effort into making vertical vids look good in an edit with a standard 16:9 aspect ratio. when i saw that scene in anna’s vid anyway, i immediately knew i had to use it

#Markiplier #In Space with Markiplier #Allu Minium #ISWM Lady #ISWM Allu Minium #Lio Tipton #iswmedit #fanvid #YouTubers