#youre right though i looked up the lyrics and its 👀

[uldren-sov]

not-so-nice edition ask: fear for Synne and midnight for Camy 👀

Ask meme here!

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

Cliche as it is, her greatest fear still is and will always be a loss of control.

No matter how benevolent a silver wyrm would be or could be, I do not believe for a second that they are still in touch with mortal beings in any way that matters. So even in the best effort to try and help its progeny would still be beyond what mortals could handle. The idea that Synne was essentially so overwhelmed it caused her to transform beyond her control was terrifying in the moment and had it also not been by the guidance of her ancestor, either Ansur or her ancestor would have tore her asunder with their magic.

It was always the risk with being a sorcerer, and moreso a sorcerer of such a powerful and chaotic bloodline. The cost of failure is not only losing face, as I think many wrongly assume of her, it's dying a death so cold it would burn her away.

But it's not as though she shows it. The first thing she learned was how to mask how hard she worked for the power she has now.

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

I don't think she feels guilty of much for very long. I think after the fighting is over, Baldurs Gate is saved, the Netherbrain defeated (and we'll see what happens with the Crown of Karsus...) I think she is worried about what she leaves behind in Evereska.

Her life was planned out for her and a part of her was satisfied with that. But now? All of those plans are gone, decades upon decades in the making, up in smoke and all for the "selfish" reason of having autonomy over herself and her life.

But that lingering guilt doesn't last for long, not in the face of her new life and new responsibilities post-Baldur's Gate

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

Her whole "Ice queen" persona was largely a mask. Or at least a performance of it was. After all it was more than just an act, it was a goal, it was a state of being she always worked towards. She needed to fake the ease that she needed in order to earn the right to her station.

Because it wasn't enough to survive her power awakening, it wasn't enough to wield it without freezing from the inside out, she had to do it with proficiency, she had to do it with grace, and she had to appear as if she was a natural to it. It was hard work and sacrifice but none of it looked like it affected her, it couldn't in order for her to become who she thought she wanted to be.

So she didn't let it. She let herself be an "ice queen." Until she didn't.

Camy "Rosa" Rose

(not going to post the same art here but here's the other ask)

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

The fear and worry lessened when Orion took most of the business decisions off her shoulders and began managing that aspect of the band. She has a lot less anxiety since that happened as well, having only one set of bills and contracts is enough for her, thank you very much (but at least Chaos Anthem doesn't have to deal with a shitty landlord.)

Most of the time she's all right, but in order to get into the zone to write she needs to turn inwards and allow herself to realize all of the lingering fear and nerves she holds underneath her confidence. It's those times she tries to come to terms with all but her biggest problems, the problems she doesn't dare touch, the problems she can't touch. She tries to write those vulnerabilities into lyrics late at night -- imagining, humming, singing, playing her guitars, laying in random places in her apartment trying to get new perspectives on her thoughts.

It can last all night, call it a bad habit she couldn't shake. But a lot of times she can get something out, maybe write out some other thoughts for context to get back into the mood without the need to dig down deep again, and then go back to sleep without dreams or nightmares.

She doesn't have nightmares anymore. And she always regrets the days she stayed up all night deep in her feelings, lyrics, and music the next morning. Mostly because of the lack of sleep. Mostly.

#OC: Synne #OC: Camy Rose #Infamous OC #BG3 OC

[holycorrupt]

OC MUSIC

Thanks for the tag @skyderman took me a second to fill this out because I wanted to be sitting at my desk to make it easier lol I tag @gearthepunk , @bmmbooshoot 👀 I wanna see your oc playlists ehehe (no pressure though!) MOTHERS THOUSAND EYES PLAYLIST Now under the cut I'm going to ramble about a couple songs for each of the boys and then a couple bonus tracks ;^) Uh word of warning this gets very very long and rambly because music is the #1 inspo for MTE's world and characters lol...

FRANCIS 1.) President Heartbeat - Everything Everything

The vibes of this song are very Francis and I connect the lyrics of feeling out of place in your own body with him quite a bit. I highlighted a few lines I find powerful as well.

If you burst into flame now Will they call you a human being? And your spine is a glass spire And your flesh is the concrete And your blood is the sewer And your skin is the city wall Well I wanna be different But it never gets different And you promised me Heaven And you said it would happen soon

Do you live in the new world On the grave of the old world? With a coffin of sunlight That you carry upon your back? Feel the rat at your ankle And the rush in your eyeball And they're bludgeoning cycle And the way you don't even feel Well I think about living And I think about burning And I think about dying And I think about all this fear And I wanna be useful And I wanna be hopeful What's the matter with hopeful? I just wanna get out of here

2.) I See Failure - Antarctigo Vespucci

ugh this song.... honestly I don't want to copy paste the whole thing but the lyrics are just like 100% him and his feelings with the budding romance going on with Sam and his doubts about the future he wishes he'll have vs the future he thinks he deserves :^(((

When I look into the future, I see failure And fear and death and endless tragedy When you look ahead, tell me, what do you see? Is it still something involving you and me?

When I look to the night sky I see darkness With well-lit interruptions in between When you look above, tell me, what do you see? Is there a heaven in the sky for you and me?

When I ask you what you really think And I freak out about everything When you try your best to clear my head But I sink a mile under the bed Is it all my fault or just most of it? My potential turns to worthlessness And you reach to pull me out of it But the weight just starts to suck you in You say, "It can't be me, no not again I'll drown in the rain before this storm ends" All the missteps flash inside my head And I'm wondering Oh-

THESE VERSES!!!! i'M SCREAMING!@!!!!

3.) Pray for Pills - Small Leaks Sink Ships

This one tonally might not be for everyone tbh but I legit got chills the first time it popped up into my discover weekly lol, the contrast of harsh instrumentals, the angelic humming and the guttural lyrics... its Francis vibes to a 'T' LOL While I don't really relate the actual words in the lyrics that much with him the overall vibe is too perfect! (Save for the end ;^)

SAM

1.) Good Shoot, Good Soldier - Everything Everything

Look, I can't talk about Sam and music without bringing this song up ok?? I relate it a lot to Sam's personal struggle at both trying to to the right thing as a person and Do the Right Thing™️ as an authority figure. I also relate it a little with him pondering if he's actually a good person or not...in the eyes of God has he done the right thing? It's soft and bittersweet and just perfect...

You're a grown man, you're a good leader Don't everybody know Uh, what's the right thing, what's the right thing to do? I'm a police, I'm a policeman And you're a criminal We decided, we decided that's that Do the golf clap for all the right people They don't know that you laugh It's a secret, this is why I'm telling you It's all gone It's all done, mmm If I'm wrong, then strike me down With a bolt from the heavens With a breath from a holy sigh If I'm right, then light my way Can you tell me the difference? Can you see it through all our eyes?

"Can Mother see I'm a good person through your eyes?"

Tell me your truth, tell me a story And I will follow you

Quite literally Sam learns from Francis of his abuse and terror growing up in the church and instead chooses to follow him instead of his soldier hood HE CHOoSES HIM AHGDJDGHGHLJ

If I promise to be good And split open the grave mouth Would you take me to paradise? If my bones just fall away And my skin is a dust cloud Would you siphon my soul from air?

2.) In a Sweater Poorly Knit - mewithoutYou

tbh the first couple times I listened to this one I was on a fence but the lyrics are really 'Sam Core' HAHA... also huh this is one where I'm literally going to paste 90% of the lyrics because...come on...

A fumbling reply, an awkward rigid laugh And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft Your flavor in my mind's back and forth between Sweeter than any wine and bitter as mustard greens And it's light as dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead Go plow some other field and try and forget my name We'll see what harvest yields, and, supposing I'd do the same I planted rows of peas, by the first week of July They should have come up to my knees But they were maybe ankle high Take the fingers from your flute to weave your colored yarns And boil down your fruit to preserves in mason jars And the books are overdue and the goats are underfed The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead You're a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence You made a holy fool of me and I've thanked you ever since And if she comes circling back, we'll end where we'd begun Like two pennies on the train track, the train crushed into one But if I'm a crown without a king, if I'm a broken open seed If I come without a thing, then I come with all I need No boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead

The honeydew and Pumpernickel bread line is SO PERFECT

3.) Hell and You - Amigo the Devil Uhhhh...homoerotic loyalty??! That's all I'm gonna say B^)

BONUS SONG

Hearts and Mess - Gotye

The perfect song to describe Sam and Francis' romantic relationship in the beginning, Sam yearning to be let into Francis' stoic walls.... the erratic drums, the rockiness of new feelings ;o;

#mtecomic #oc music #this got out of hand... #i was gonna do 5 songs each but thats...this is too long as it is #i really love music

[akahellcat-moved]

I believe I said I would write a very long comment about Days in Violet a while ago so better late than ever. Get ready cause this might be long. And scatterbrained.

Let me tell how much of a good thing it is that I found this story and you took a break from writing it when they had already kissed. Especially since they weren’t in a good place before the lake scene. The anguish, the angst, the almost tragedy. At least with the happy chapter, if you stopped writing it, I could pretend that it had a happy ending, you know? This storied would have pLagUEd my mINd like you would not fucking believe. I mean it still does but at least not in an anguished way.

It also helped that I looked up Boston Marriage just to double check and the definition was “historically, the cohabitation of two wealthy women, independent of financial support from a man”. So I’m assuming there better be a happy ending. But also “wealthy” 👀👀?

But also I found the playlist! Which is great because I listen to music instead of thinking actual thoughts. The song From Eden? Chef’s kiss. It is now one of my favorite songs to exist. The song in relation the story? Double Chef’s kiss. I don’t know if you went that deep when you were choosing the songs, but the in-depth analysis I could give on the lyrics in relation to the story?? If it was possible to send a word doc through tumblr I might. There are other song choices to praise but that’s the one that’s sticking out right now.

May I also praise you in Yelena’s decision to wear men’s clothes? I think we definitely her decision to not give a flying fuck about what people care about her clothes and it works for her. We all saw it in Hawkeye when she wore a fur jacket, an I Love New York Tshirt, and an abundance of chain necklaces. If her clothing style is a little out there in modern times I can totally see her breaking the norm back then. In anyone else I feel like my reaction to both eras of dress would be “weird but you do you boo”, but then on Yelena: insert the Lady Gaga “amazing, show-stopping”meme.

I also love your characterization of Yelena and Kate. Yelena’s out see she’s seen some of the worst in humanity and I think you captured her sadness/world-weariness that we see in canon. Kate also has this almost innocent or light that Yelena is drawn to and falls in love with.

Sorry for the long, long comment! I just want Kate to abandon her mother and run away with Yelena and live happily ever after in New York. Is that too much to ask? I can’t wait for the next update but also no pressure, live your life. I will literally wait however long (though preferably within the next decade or at least year).

Please never apologize for the long comments! This message gave me LIFE.

Let me start off by saying that all that you pointed out was intentional from the get go. The reason why it's been now a year since I wrote anything DiV related is because I got stuck in trying to make the last 1/3 of the story as deliberate and as thought out as everything so far.

I did stop at that exact point because I wouldn't bear it to stop at an angsty point because I am a reader as well as a writer and I wouldn't have wanted to leave the people who read my fics hanging. I mean I still have but there is that 'soft' happy semi-ending there to tide you all over until I pick it up again.

Yelena's choice of clothes is definitely a nod to her going against the grain in canon and this was the best way to show it in DiV setting. Kate being a huntswoman = archer. The prep for this fic lasted MONTHS while I wanted to make all pieces of the puzzle fit together neatly and I am glad it's noticeable!

As far as the music goes, every single song and its lyrics have been put there intentionally, because they follow the story. If you listen to the songs towards the end, you can gauge where the story will go without many spoilers.

Finally, Kate is already wealthy with an untapped potential in anything flower-related and Yelena is already building her reputation as a tailor so if they get out of their little town... who knows what can happen ;)

PS - I love From Eden. It's such a DiV Kate x Yelena song. If you want to share your thoughts on it, I am here to listen!

#days in violet #bishova #yelena x kate #hawkeye #fanfic #artemiswrites #artemisanswers #thesternocleidomastoid

[biillyhargroves]

okay it might be because they’re my current brain rot fixation but eddie x chrissy literally are the title ‘i’m half-doomed and you’re semi-sweet’ idk if they’re a pairing you write for so no worries if not but 👀

ohhh yes yes yes! a little context: we're working in a Chrissy!lives scenario (because my brand is resurrecting dead characters tbh). she's attacked, snaps out of it, and gets so freaked she runs. Eddie is under suspicion for her disappearance. aaaaaand action!

i'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet (fic requests open) | (lyric prompts)

Max wakes with a start, ears ringing, heart hammering. In her dream, she heard gunshots — bang, bang, bang — quick and loud, near-deafening. But the sound doesn't leave. It's real. Max tosses the covers aside and pads barefoot into the kitchen, cups her hands around her eyes and peers out the window to find...

"What the fuck?"

She snatches a hoodie off the back of a chair, one of Billy's, oversized and threadbare and still smelling faintly of cigarettes and stale beer. She slides on her sneakers, doesn't bother tying the laces, and steps outside. It's early morning, the sky hazy and dreamlike, and Chrissy Cunningham is pounding her small fists against the door of the Munson trailer.

Max calls, "Chrissy?" and Chrissy whirls around. She is still in her Tigers uniform, though the white is smudged with small patches of dirt. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, tangled and messy, and her eyes are wide as a deer's caught in headlights. She looks like she might bolt. Max stills, sensing her fear. "It's — It's okay," she says, trying to soothe herself as much as Chrissy. God, she looks a mess; lightyears away from the girl in the senior photo that's been circulating on the news.

"S-Something," Chrissy starts, tears welling her eyes. She shakes her head, wrings her hands, looks around the trailer park like she might find answers somewhere along the dirt roads. "Something happened."

Max says, "I know." She takes a step forward and Chrissy shifts backwards, hands at her heart. Max pauses. "You're...looking for Eddie, right?" When Chrissy doesn't answer, Max adds, "I saw you go in there. A few nights ago. I'm not, like, a stalker or anything. I just...live there." She jabs her thumb over her shoulder. "Um. You've been on the news. People think—"

"He didn't do it," Chrissy says suddenly, her a flash of fire in her eyes. It's there for a second and then disappears, and her voice is softer when she says, "It was..."

"Something else," Max finishes. "I...I know that, too."

Chrissy looks at her, confused. Max recalls the flickering lights, the strange sounds. She'd thought it had been her imagination, or hallucinations escaped from some bad dream. She knows now, of course. She knows that it was all real, that Eddie hadn't done anything wrong, that something was lurking in the shadows.

"Eddie's okay," Max says, and Chrissy takes a sharp breath.

"Can you—" she starts, and Max nods.

"I'll take you to him."

***

The walk to Reefer Rick's is quiet. Chrissy is fidgety, nervous. She jumps at every little sound and keeps looking over her shoulder. She'd tried to make half-hearted conversation with Max, a way to distract herself. "I know you," she'd said, eyes squinted as she looked Max up and down. "Your brother. He died in that mall fi—"

"It wasn't a fire," Max had said too quickly, too harshly, and Chrissy had clammed up. Max apologized a half a mile later, said that Chrissy would understand soon — that maybe she understood already. Chrissy remembered the strange voices, the creature with its long claws, that hand coming toward her face, and she thought she did.

Max had fetched a flashlight from her mother's emergency stash before they'd left, and now the beam arcs up harshly against the metal shed. Max signals for Chrissy to stay quiet as she sidles up to the window and peeks inside. She stretches her arm out, raps her knuckles against the door.

"Eddie?" she whisper-calls into the dark. "Eddie, it's Max."

There is movement inside — the rustling of a tarp, boots on the ground — and then the door swings open. Eddie looks half-asleep, his eyelids still fluttering, and his voice is gravelly and pinched. "Mayfield, what the hell are you—"

His eyes land on Chrissy and every emotion that Chrissy has battled over the last forty-eight hours come bubbling to the surface. She can feel them all welled in her chest, rising in her throat, and she lets out a desperate sob as she launches herself at him. Max, for her part, moves out Chrissy's way, leaves a clear path for Chrissy to lock her arms around Eddie's neck, to bury her face in his shoulder.

"Jesus," Eddie breaths. His arms hover around her for a moment, and then he folds Chrissy against himself. She cries against him, and he rubs circles into her back. He looks over Chrissy's shoulder at Max, who simply nods into the shed and offers to keep watch outside.

***

Eddie sits beside Chrissy below the window. It's dark inside the shed, but the first rays of morning sun have begun to stretch through the grimy glass and spray the bleak walls with a soft light. Chrissy has her knees drawn up. She fidgets with her hands, and Eddie taps his against the floor as he glances between Chrissy and his shoes and back again.

He'd explained everything to her. That her family had reported her missing and plastered her face over every single news outlet in town. That they'd traced her last known location to the trailer park off Kerly Road, that someone had spotted her with Eddie Munson of all people.

"It wasn't Mayfield," he assures, pointing to the door that was slightly cracked open, Max sitting on the other side scuffing the toe of her sneaker into the dirt. "She...she gets all this stuff. I mean, stuff like it? I don't know. It's all—"

"—weird," Chrissy supplies. "Insane."

"All of the above," Eddie agrees. Chrissy sighs heavily, leans her head against Eddie's shoulder as he tells her what the kids told him: there's another world underneath Hawkins, a world of monsters. They've fought these things before. "This time's different, I guess. Narrative complexities. The story must go on."

Chrissy shivers, and Eddie puts his arm around her. She lets him, scoots closer to him and snakes one arm around his middle. "I feel doomed," she whispers.

"Chrissy the Doomed," Eddie tries out, and then shakes his head. "Nah. That doesn't fit."

"I am, though," Chrissy says. "It hasn't gone away. That...that clock. I can still hear it. Whatever this thing is, it's...it's after me. I know that."

Eddie can't dispute her, so instead he stays quiet. He listens to her breathing. Her head falls against his chest and he tucks it beneath his chin, pulls her closer. She stretches out her legs, tangles them with him, and again he lets her. It feels good, being this close. It feels good to know that Chrissy is here, is safe. A flash of her glassy eyes ripples through his head and he squeezes her to assure himself that the worst part, the bad part, is over. For now, at least.

"You're not doomed," he tells her. "We'll figure this out."

Chrissy raises her head and instantly Eddie misses the warmth of her against him. She levels her gaze with his and she asks, "Promise?"

And because he needs to believe that it's true, because he needs to believe that this girl with the pom-poms and the thousand-watt smile, this girl who sought comfort in him, this girl who nestled into his arms like that is exactly where she belongs, is going to be okay, Eddie says, "Promise."

Chrissy half-smiles — a consolation prize amid the madness. She glances down, biting her lip, and when she looks back up she leans a little bit closer and lets her lips graze Eddie's.

"Thank you," she whispers, and she settles against him once more. Eddie holds her as the sun rises, and together, with bated breath, with fragile hope, they watch the new day begin.

#wndasmaximoffs #answered #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #max mayfield #eddsy #chrissy x eddie #i hope this is ok!!!! #i am physically incapable of not including max apparently #but honestly this was a fun lil verse!!! #lex writes fics

[redundant-lava]

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@wackus-bonkus-maximus say less  

I will take this as u enabling me to continue thinking about this fic non-stop. Anyway I have more song recs 

Marinette POV 

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens >> LB mourning CN’s death "the evil it spread like a fever ahead / it was night when you died, my firefly" "what could I have said to raise you from the dead?" "though it never felt right, My little Versailles" and also every other lyric in this song its so sad

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan >> every time LB visits his statue. "How do I love again?" "I'm still your girl" "how do I trust again?" like the chorus of this song I can just see ladybug dancing while she mourns the loss of her partner

You’re Somebody Else - flora cash >> Marinette realizing Adrien isn’t who she thought he was

Happiness is a butterfly - Lana Del Rey >> ok this is me projecting enemies-to-lovers onto maricatwalker b/c the romantic tension they have is PALPABLE 

Back to December - Taylor Swift >> Marinette regretting never fully accepting her feelings for CN before it was too late

Adrien POV 

Gasoline - Halsey >> Adrien thinking he’s not human, he’s a monster, he’s not in control

Love Me Less - Max, Quinn XCII >> Adrien thinking LB can never forgive him for what he is / has done

Right where you left me - Taylor Swift >> Adrien watching all his friends grow up, get married, start careers, but he’s still frozen six years in the past

People Watching - Conan Gray >> more of Adrien never getting to live his life while all his friends move on

Strange - Celeste >> Adrien lamenting how LB looks at him like she doesn’t even know him anymore

God Must Hate Me -Catie Turner >> this one is self explanatory, we all know adrien has ISSSUES

My tears ricochet - Taylor Swift >> “I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace/ and you’re the hero flying around saving face/ and if I’m dead to you why are you at the wake?” PLEASE adrien is permanently in his sad-girl autumn and this is his song

Lila POV 

Breakfast - Dove Cameron >> “let me show you power” this is Lila Rossi’s ANTHEM “one by one hung on my necklace” IT FITS SO PERFECT

YES MOM - Tessa Violet >> “I’m the one to beat” yes Lila we know you’re scarier than Gabriel you have made that VERY clear

You should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish >> Lila has a god complex

I Feel Like A God - Deathly Romy >> again, god complex just doubled down

#at this point I relate almost every song I hear to this fic #rip my Spotify dailies #odnlb #one does not love breathing #miraculous fanworks

[gerrydelano]

okay so this new song that came out ALSO came out around the same time the new chap did, and ever since i have been frothing at the mouth about danny. it's kind of short so im spitting half the lyrics at you here but-

Pity was never a factor/When mercy is the sign of a talentless actor (idk how many times danny has put on a show and had the slightest thought of 'hm, that's not good.' but it would have been in the early days when he's confronted with the 'costumes', right? the memory of being one of them must have still been fresh, and they would have been closely watching him to see if he falters, and AHHHH)

And as you grow, its hold on your throat starts to falter/And once you go beyond pure humanity's border (monster danny!!!)

You will come running back like a dog... To Her (mf must be HOMESICK!!! even though everything's dark so kind of unknown, the loupe is still making everything clear and the Archivist is right there and- 😭 he must miss the contortionist, even as much as i hate it)

I know of pain and devotion/A gear in the machine grew immune to corrosion/Go on, turn the back the clock/I will set it in motion all over (is... there any argument to be made that danny is proud of how far he's come? like. he's good at what he does. he knows that. and apart from the occasional 'slip up', i assume he does quite well. could there be arrogance even? also the turning back the clock thing is!!! Well!!! they can't do anything!!! they cannot bring the original danny they and loved back!!! they cannot resurrect tim!!! they can't unkidnap him!!! they can't turn back the clock!!! and it's not like danny is gonna be super duper willing to reconnect. everyone has regrets xoxo)

... So tell me, what do you know of pain and devotion? (Danny's what we call POMI, as I'm sure you know (physically out, mentally in if anyone doesn't) and well. in my experience and what I've seen from others, people dig in HARD when violently removed from their belief system, no matter how much said system was hurting them. so, again, the arrogance thing. these people don't understand, and how can they? that's the whole point.)

just.... danny is like the only cult survivor rep i've seen. like. ever. you and ren have no idea how much he means to me. i am ecstatic to see how his journey develops once more (martanny im looking at you 👀) and i just wanna say ty for all the work you do in diversity!!! im sure so many people are grateful for your hard work :]

oh those lyrics FUCK! incredibly accurate, yeah, WOW. all of this analysis? spot on. delicious. 10/10.

i didn't know the term POMI, thank you for teaching me! i'm going to be looking more into cult survivor stuff now that i'm finally able to bring him in, for sure. ren had done soooo much research and of course i played sounding board for them, but i need to bulk up on that knowledge, too! it's always so moving to get feedback from people within an experience we're trying to portray respectfully, i can't tell you how much it means to us both (namely ren, in this case, because they set all the groundwork for our danny first!) and i can't thank you enough!

i can only hope that where i take him in PBR comes across the way i want it to, especially since i'm intentionally skewing his development in almost an opposite direction to his narrative trajectory in HLM! it might be more uncomfortable in some places purely by nature of HOW they extracted him from his situation, the information that he doesn't have, the agency that was taken from him "for his own good" (which we all know Virtually No One responds well to, even without all this extra incentive to resist.) that said, i am so looking forward to his recovery arc. healing is imperative, and love is always possible.

i hope you stick around long enough to see where he ends up!

#asks #anon #pbr tag #cult tw #danny #gtcu #anchor

[iu-jjang]

[TRANS] 210623 IU replies to fans’ comments on Fancafe (part 2)

Q. Unnie, what books have you reading nowadays??🥺

IU: It’s been a while since I last read a book 🥺🥺

Q. Did you write any lyrics or songs when you were filming Broker too?

IU: I have one which I’ve only written its melody but it seems to be really good!

Q. Unnie, do you still have a strong urge to cut your hair short!!!?

IU: No, I seem to find long hair quite pretty these days.. ☺️

Q. What food do you crave for the most right now? :)

IU: I had soft tofu stew just now

Q. I can’t even open my eyes when I watch clips of reporters bursting all the camera flashes. Jieun unnie, are you fine with it? ㅠㅠㅠㅠ 😭

IU: When you face it in real life, it doesn’t flash as much as what you see from the screen

Q. Write memos in your phone vs write an entry in your diary

IU: I do both these days!

Q. Unnie, you like (wearing) overalls these days, right..? Of course I like it too 🐥 Unnie looks adorable in overalls ..

IU: I also find overalls comfortable and nice since young 🥰

Q. Can you share one TMI of the day? 🙂

IU: I knew I’d make soft tofu stew

Q. We love you so much. I think the amount of tears that I’m shedding now proves how much I miss you.

IU: Please don’t cry, it’s important to stay hydrated during summer...😢😢

Q. Unnie, lil spoiler for this year’s schedule plz 😢

IU: What do you want!!

Q.

*Picture of the fancafe From.IU notification /Writing on a day that isn’t any special] is “hot”/*

IU: So this is a hot (popular) place~~~~~

Q. I’m so happy because unnie sounds excited…💜 hehe I’m out shopping with my mom right now and I met unnie just now >_< kkkk Today is the best ㅠㅠ

*Picture of an IU Jestina poster at a shopping mall*

IU: Oh, it’s a picture that I like 🐥

Q. Hey unnie.. You didn’t get sick from the heat the time you took the June birthday clip right?? You looked super exhausted 😢 (Please don’t fall sick!!!!!) + and I’ve always wondered kkk who decides on the filter for the UAENA birthday content?! 🐣

IU: I was kind of exhausted from the heat that day. It was really hot and I filmed in the grassland for the whole day kkkk As for the filter, it’s always (chosen) by me… 🥰

Q. Jieun-ah, Lilac album has been topping the album chart for 17 weeks now. *It’s the second album to top charts for this long. Congrats on this amazing album. Love you 🤍

IU: 🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥💜

*t/n: Translation may be inaccurate as the original Korean sentence has grammatical errors.

Q. I miss you. You’ve worked hard all this time. Please have a good rest once you’re done with your schedule.

IU: 🥰 Thank you

Q. IU nim!!! Please recommend a movie by director Hirokazu Koreeda^^

IU: I like ‘After Life’ the best!!

Q. Is there a reason for making Lilac the first track (on the album)??

IU: To make everyone feel good starting from the first track 🐥🐥

Q. Unnie, might as well change your profile pic while you’re in here! 🥴👀🐥

IU: It’s not something for me to change though-

Fan: Uuhh I mean the picture in the round icon that appears when you leave a comment, not the cafe’s picture 🤭

Q. Ah unnie.. I’ve waited so much for unnie’s survival report but why did you appear when I had to attend a meeting?? I was wondering when unnie would appear yesterday too ㅜㅠㅠㅠ

IU: Ooh~~~ A meeting~~~~ an *adult huh~~~~

(*written in teasing manner)

Q. Though it’s not like I have any lingering attachments! But between us! When you leave...say goodbye before you go!!! 😮

IU: I’m not leaving though 😃

*t/n: The fan was probably referring to the comment section (telling IU to say goodbye before she stops replying)

Q. Can we start looking forward to YouTube fanfood (update) now?!

IU: I’m sorry, I didn’t manage to shoot even a single YouTube clip when I was filming (the movie)..— In early July (I’ve decided to give up on about one day of my rest time!!!) and shoot (the content). If we take into account the time needed to edit the video too, I’m guessing that it’ll be delivered to UAENA around mid-July 🥺

Source: https://m.cafe.daum.net/IU/LqmI/192?svc=cafeapp

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

#IU #fancafe #replies

[randombubblegum]

Lol I’m just basing my sleaze vibes purely on looks here, actions and personality wise they’re both fine. Though if I think about it Alex does get sleaze points for dear Maria once I found out he wrote it about an actual girl he was friends with irl when he heard she was stripping so now when I hear “I got your picture” I’m like thank god no one I know from high school keeps up with the weird shit I do 👀

WAIT WTFFFFFFF I DIDNT KNOW THAT.......... pop punk dudes got away with so much what the hell dkaldjlaks also cmon theres so many sleazeball lyrics on nothing personal and so wrong its right........ anyway i think hes fine now but i am giving him the Eyes i reserve for band dude antics when i listen to the older stuff

#not as bad as the hey there delilah origin i guess that bums me out #mail time!

[storyofpetals]

@seraphicwept​ says: “ for me, it isn’t over. ” (Lucrecia to Cloud as we discussed 👀👌)

( adele lyrics. )

☆ ━━━ When Cloud looks at Lucrecia...

He sees something familiar in her eyes.

The shadow that tinges the brown hue of her irises--that flighty look of betrayal that stains every emotion she flickers his way is something he knows too well. She feigns smiles, tired as they are, she even giggles softly when Barret says a stupid remark (an often occurrence) or Tifa compliments her, awed by her quick wit and knowledgeable hands. But Cloud knows, in a heart wrenching way, that this woman has been broken.

The only other person more aware of this in the room is Vincent. Cloud glances his way now--sees, unsurprisingly, that Vincent is still tucked into the shadow of a corner, leaning against the smooth stone wall. Vincent pretends he is not watching Lucrecia’s every move--staring off into space one moment, but the second she moves his crimson eyes flick her way quickly--his expression entirely neutral, though Cloud suspects Vincent is burning inside right now.

Tifa snatches Lucrecia’s attention with a question about the immediate affects of taking Mako energy from the Planet--a subject Cloud is entirely disinterested in--so the ex-SOLDIER takes this moment to clomp up to Vincent, leaning against the cool wall beside him.

“...So, you gonna talk to her or what?” Cloud asks quietly, watching as Lucrecia patiently explains what she knows--which seems to be a lot, and rather complex information, if the way Tifa’s eyebrows furrow and eyes widen in wonder is any indication at all.

Vincent doesn’t move, a trait that has always unnerved Cloud, though he would never tell him that. The elder man is like a gargoyle, ever patient in his shadowy perch.

“Not yet,” Vincent says coolly, his gaze once again moving to Lucrecia. “We will talk when she’s ready. Our past won’t be easy to face. I can wait longer--as long as she needs.”

“How do you know--when its been too long? What if you miss your chance?” Cloud wonders aloud, Aerith’s death hovering on the fringes of his mind’s eyes--

He combats the image by looking to Vincent, surprised now that the crimson-clad man is staring right at Cloud.

“I’ve waited more than twenty years for this chance--I can wait longer. If it was not meant to be, then I can live with that. I got to see her happy, at least one more time. ...Isn’t that enough, Cloud?” Vincent murmurs, his voice so quiet Cloud nearly misses it as Tifa laughs.

( ISN’T THAT ENOUGH? )

Cloud thinks about Aerith’s laughter for the first time since she died--the first time he could think about her and not break, recalling those precious, little moments he thought was lost among the horror of her death--

“.......”

Lucrecia appears before them then, smiling serenely, canting her head up at Cloud. Vincent is careful to look away again, contemplating the gray of the wall ahead. 

“Do you have a moment, Cloud?” Lucrecia asks softly, her voice hesitating as if she already expects a no before he even answers.

“Yeah, sure,” Cloud mutters gruffly, pushing off the wall and slowly walking with Lucrecia to a little office tucked at the side of the room. She flicks on fluorescent lights above, which gutter on in sputters, and then closes the door.

She’s quiet now, folding her hands before her, gripping them together so tightly Cloud can see her knuckles turning white.

There’s a heaviness to the stuffy air--Cloud is certain he can smell the dust from all the old books on their bookcase, the mold on their pages. It’s quick to become nearly unbearable, so Cloud is about to say forget it and march back out the door--

But then Lucrecia looks up at him and those brown eyes are full of an inescapable darkness--the expression so familiar it’s like looking in a mirror. Tears that threaten to cascade down her cheeks brim on her eyelashes instead--

And she chokes out, “For me, it isn’t over.”

Cloud goes rigid as her truth sears him, as if she physically charred his skin with her words. 

S E P H I R O T H.

Vincent’s blatant lie--YOUR SON IS DEAD--screams at them both in the tiny office, loud in the room though it is not spoken.

...So, she knows. Of course she does, Cloud thinks numbly.

Cloud is quick to shut her down, something hateful smoldering in his belly.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I have to kill him. He’s going to destroy the Planet--” Cloud begins roughly, not looking into Lucrecia’s damn sorrowful eyes this time.

He didn’t come this far only to be told to turn back.

Yet... she doesn’t say anything at his angry declarations. In fact, Cloud hears her heels click on the wooden floor as she takes two tentative steps his way.

And she reaches out with one of her hands, which trembles as it covers the distance between them, encloses her fingers over Cloud’s glove. Wraps her thin fingers around his and squeezes gently.

Cloud finally glances her way again and she’s staring at him, a crumbling smile still fixed in place over her mouth. 

I know, she says without speaking the words. I know.

( ISN’T THAT ENOUGH? )

There’s something insidious about her endless sorrow--the way she struggles on, the rings under her eyes--it makes Cloud want to cry too.

They were both shattered by the same faceless people, betrayed in similarly terrible ways...

And Cloud knows then only Lucrecia would understand the haunting details of his past. Understand the depth of his heartache and loss--

Because she’s lived through it too.

But somehow, she survived it all.

“We’re going to need all the help we can get,” Cloud relents, softening under her eyes. “If you’re willing to try...”

He doesn’t pull his hand away. They stay like that for a few moments more--the bloody ribbon of their pasts that tie them together tightening.

Was she ready to defy fate one more time?   

#✿ ┆ ask #【 cloud answers 】 ☁ ❝ leave a message after the tone ❞ #☁ ┆ v: a soldier’s promise #seraphicwept #{ AAAAH I HOPE THIS IS OK } #{ I AM SO EXCITED FOR OUR PLOTS AAAH } #{ .....and yea i lowkey threw in the vincent part because i love him alright } #{ no one judge me-- } #{ all the rambles~ }

[versadies]

the next chapter of evermore is champagne problems👀 dw im always prepared for the angst😌😌😌

champagne problems is one of my favorite songs so i am really looking forward to it 👀you cant change my mind but this is one of taylor's best written songs😩 ESPECIALLY THE BRIDGE OML🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

the bridge is just *chef's kiss* i am physically and emotionally hurt by it 😔😔😔 miss taylor did not come to play when she wrote champagne problems 👹👹 i will be forever amazed at this song 🤸🤸🤸 i will always find myself screaming the lyrics painfully even though i have never dropped a hand while dancing, left someone standing and turned down a proposal🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

but anyway😙😙😙

YOU MIDAS TOUCH ON THE CHEVY DOOR. NOVEMBER FLUSH AND YOUR FLANNEL CURE. "THIS DORM WAS ONCE A MAD HOUSE" I MADE A JOKE "WELL ITS MADE FOR ME." HOW EVERGREEN, OUR GROUP OF FRIENDS, DONT THINK WE'LL SAY THAT WORD AGAIN. AND SOON THEY'LL HAVE THE NERVE TO DECK THE HALLS THE WE ONCE WALK THROUGH

hopefully i put the right amount of angst to the second chapter so lets hope you wont get disappointed 💞💞💞

im so glad im not the only one who’s obsessed with that song, its the first fav of mine from evermore album and taylor swift def put her whole body and soul to that song esp to the bridge 😭😭😭😭

i had to stop doing whatever im doing whenever the bridge starts to play bcuz i absolutely must appreciate how well-written it is and how it destroyed my heart and mind from aGONY even though i never once experienced turning down a proposal and go through the bad aftermath 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

anywayzzzzzzzz

ONE FOR THE MONEY TWO FOR THE SHOW, I NEVER WAS READY SO I WATCH YOU GO. SOMETIMES YOU JUST DONT KNOW THE ANSWER TIL SOMEONE’S ON THEIR KNEES AND ASKS YOU, “SHE WOULDVE MADE SUCH A LOVELY BRIDE WHAT A SHAKE SHES FUCKED IN HER HEAD,” THEY SAID BUT YOULL FIND THE REAL THING INSTEAD SHELL PATCH UP THE TAPESTRY THAT I SHRED 💃💃💃💃

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[kingbuckley]

I think that "Don't let it end", from Nickelback is a very Buddie song.

Fjsksjsks NICKLEBACK

#asks #roadnotsodark #prev: buckleybegins #youre right though i looked up the lyrics and its 👀