#lotte's intro

[lotte-s-web]

"wouldn't you like to know?"

call me lotte! ✮⋆˙ 1∎ yrs old . southeast asian . he / they . genderfluid / ftm . aroace spec . actually a blue person . rockstar gf/bf to hobie brown . m.list . ๋࣭ ⭑ request status: OPEN! note that i might take a while to ans tho and that i might not write the req if i dont feel like it ཻུ۪۪⭑ recent works: talk to me. hobie x gn!reader // loser!hobie x reader (hcs). hobie x ftm!reader // backstage w/rockstar hobie (hcs). hobie x gn! reader ₊˚⭑ dni: racists, ableists, pedos, homophobes, transphobes, fatphobes, xenophobes/islamophobes, zionists

writing rn for hobie brown!

[lvnleah]

omg foxy fic for u! team night out where y/n let’s foxy drink so y/n can drive her back to their house later on and stuff since y/n prefers not to drink, when foxy is drunk she’s all over y/n and practically pulls her into her lap in the booth with teases from the team. just a funny cute fic, maybe foxy gets on karaoke and sings a love song and declares her love for y/n infront of the whole club. y/n takes her home and does her skin care routine since she’s too drunk to do it and looks after her .. feel like because she’s quite quiet she’d be a chaotic drunk

drunken love | emily fox

emily fic after the absolute banger she scored today!

A team night out always promised chaos. You weren’t much of a drinker, which meant you got the all-important job of being the responsible one. And given Emily’s growing tendency to cling to you like a magnet when drunk, it was a good thing, too.

She was three drinks in, giggling at absolutely nothing and staring at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky.

“Babe,” she slurred, resting her chin on your shoulder. “You are too beautiful for me.”

Before you could respond, her bottom lip wobbled.

Oh, no.

“Babe, don’t cry,” you whispered, cupping her face before it turned into a full-blown scene.

“I just love you so much,” she sniffled, her arms locking around your waist in a death grip.

Across the table, Leah and Katie burst out laughing.

“She’s a mess,” Lotte said, shaking her head.

“She’s your mess,” Alessia added, giving you a knowing grin. 

You sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”

Emily gasped like you’d just broken her heart.

“You don’t mean that,” she whispered.

“I don’t,” you reassured her, rubbing her back.

Seemingly satisfied, she nuzzled into your neck. “Good ‘cause I’d die without you.”

That earned another round of laughter from the table. Emily was normally a quiet, steady presence, quick-witted but never one to be the loudest in the room. But drunk Emily? Oh, drunk Emily was a romantic, dramatic, clingy mess.

And the team loved every second of it.

A server passed by, placing another round of drinks on the table, and Emily perked up immediately.

“Shots?” she asked hopefully. “Let’s do some shots!”

“No shots,” you said, pulling her back down before she could make a break for it.

“But I love shots,” she pouted.

“I know, babe. But you love me more, right?”

Her expression turned serious as she considered that. Then, with all the conviction in the world, she nodded.

“Yeah,” she said, snuggling into you again. “Love you wayyy more.”

Katie pretended to wipe a tear, just as drunk as Emily, “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful Foxy.”

You rolled your eyes.

Emily hummed, seemingly lost in her world. “Can you be my girlfriend?” she mumbled suddenly.

You blinked. “I already am.”

“Oh,” she said, as if this was brand-new information. Then, she grinned. “Lucky me! Did you guys know she was my girlfriend?” She said, turning to her teammates.  

Lotte choked on her drink.

Before you could even process that, Beth clapped her hands.

“Alright, time for karaoke.”

You immediately tensed, and Emily immediately lit up.

“Me! I wanna go!” she cheered, raising her hand like a kid in class.

“Oh no,” you muttered. “Babe, maybe we just sit this one out—”

“Absolutely not,” Leah interrupted. “She’s gotta do it now.”

With the entire table cheering her on, Emily stumbled up to the tiny stage, grabbing the mic with the confidence of a woman who had absolutely no business being that drunk in public.

“This one’s for my girlfriend,” she announced dramatically, pointing directly at you.

Your stomach dropped.

“Oh, God.”

The team erupted into cheers. Emily squinted at the screen, clearly struggling to focus, before grinning.

The intro music started.

You recognized it immediately.

It was “I Will Always Love You” by Whitney Houston.

Before you could even attempt to stop this disaster, Emily launched into it with the passion of someone performing for thousands, completely off-key, swaying like she might fall over at any second.

The team was losing their minds.

Katie was doubled over, Leah had tears in her eyes, and Alessia was recording every second of it. Meanwhile, you were sinking lower and lower into your seat, face buried in your hands.

When Emily hit the chorus, she dramatically reached out toward you like this was a tragic movie scene.

“I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU!”

You were going to die. You could feel your soul physically leaving your body.

“She is SO gone,” Leah wheezed, wiping tears from her face.

“She’s in love,” Lotte corrected, shaking her head in awe. “That’s pure, unfiltered love.”

Somehow, Emily made it through the entire song, taking a deep bow at the end. As the whole bar cheered, you wanted to crawl into a hole.

Emily stumbled back toward you, flopping into the booth with the biggest grin.

“Did you like it?” she asked sweetly, beaming at you like a proud puppy.

“I—yeah, babe. It was… something.”

She sighed dreamily, tucking her head into your shoulder. “You’re my muse.”

Lotte snorted so hard she almost choked. You had to get her home. 

“I think we’re calling it a night,” you announced, standing up and helping Emily to her feet. “Let’s get you home.”

“Oh, mine or yours?” she asked innocently.

“Ours,” you corrected, throwing an arm around her waist to steady her.

Emily gasped like you’d just proposed. “Oh, wow.”

The car ride was an adventure in itself. Emily had insisted on DJing, which mostly meant playing love songs at full volume and dramatically serenading you, often reaching across to grab your hand or trace hearts on your arm.

At a red light, she turned to you with the softest expression.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered, like it was the biggest secret in the world.

You glanced at her, shaking your head fondly. “Thank you, baby but you’re drunk.”

“I’m drunk and in love,” she corrected, squeezing your hand.

You laughed. “I know.”

When you finally pulled into your driveway, Emily stretched her arms above her head, a lazy smile on her face.

“We made it,” she said proudly. “You’re such a good driver!”

“Yep. Let’s get you inside before you fall asleep in the car.”

She huffed but let you help her out. Once inside, she flopped onto the couch with zero grace, arms spread like a starfish.

“Babe, bed,” you reminded her. “Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

“But the couch is nice,” she murmured, already half-asleep.

You crouched beside her, brushing hair from her face. “Come on, I’ll even do your skincare for you.”

That got her attention. Her eyes fluttered open, sparkling with mischief.

“You’d do that for me?”

You smiled. “Always.”

Emily reached out, poking your cheek. “You’re the best.”

With some effort, you got her to the bathroom, where she sat on the closed toilet lid, watching you with the softest look as you carefully wiped off her makeup.

“Nobody’s ever done this for me before,” she mumbled.

You kissed her forehead. “Get used to it.”

She sighed happily, closing her eyes as you applied her moisturizer. Once she was all set, you helped her change into one of your oversized hoodies and led her to bed. As soon as she hit the mattress, she pulled you down with her, snuggling into your chest.

“I’m gonna marry you,” she murmured sleepily.

Your heart squeezed. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

You smiled into her hair. “Ask me again when you’re sober.”

Emily hummed, already halfway asleep, “I’m planning on doing it soon, just need a ring!”

[twisted-whatifs]

A Twisted Phantom In the Opera

Christine!Yuu x Phantom!Malleus, Phantom of the Opera AU.

Notes: I have tried to keep this as a gn!Yuu, but might have messed up a few places. If you find any mistakes don’t fear pointing them out! It will only help <3 -Love Aren ♡

Summary: Yuu Daaé, a young actor who has been showing lots of talent ever since they got this mystery teacher, has gone missing. While the rest are busy panicking, as letters are being sent around threatening the new owners, letters which have been signed by a certain phantom... Yuu is busy finally seeing their teacher and angel of music, rather than communicating through mirrors and walls.  They end up getting to know him a lot better than they expected, finding out that while he may not be an angel of music, he is certainly not human either.

Will this phantom of the opera win over their heart like he always dreamt of? Or is their type a bit too human for him?

Intro

Yuu 1st person

It all started when I was but a child, I suppose. My father, who was so dear to me, was lying on his deathbed. When my mother left for the heavens, I had my father's hand to hold. Now that it was my father's turn, I still had his hand to hold. But when his funeral came, whose hand could I hold then?

“When I’m in heaven, Child. I will send the Angel of Music to you..” He said. His voice was weak, his hand shaking as he held me close. He was all I had left, and there was no one when he went. No one at first, at least. Then Madame Giry took me in, and taught me how to dance. I was now one of the many girls at the opera house, who got a place to live in exchange for our labour. And so I danced. I danced and I sang, just like my father and I used to, just like my father and mother used to as well. As I grew, my fathers promise was finally fulfilled. One afternoon when I was singing by my fathers picture, right after the biggest play I had ever been part of at the time, I heard a voice.

“A voice of such beauty should not sing songs of such pain.” I heard a voice say. At first, I was frightened, for I thought I was alone. But as I sought out this stranger, he began to sing. He asked me to sing with him, coaxing me away from fear. He gave me pointers and taught me how to avoid strain on my vocals. As time went on, he disappeared. Yet the next time I returned to light a candle for my father and I began to sing, I heard him again. He asked for me to sing with him, so I did. He taught me much this day, and so did he the next. Before I knew it, he had become my teacher. 

“Father once spoke of an angel. I used to dream he’d appear. Now as I sing I can sense him and I know he’s here.” One day I finally realised that he must be the Angel of Music my father had spoken of. He had to be, for he was so kind. He taught me the art of song like no other, with the passion of one who could only be an angel. His voice was of ethereal beauty. He must be an angel, for he could make even a whisper sound like the melodies of heaven.

But now, as I stand here, I realise he may not be the angel I used to see. Perhaps he is, but there is something to him that tells me other stories. He is my angel, yes. My Angel of Music. But he is also so much more.

Let the Song Take Flight

Yuu 1st person

As I stood on the stage, singing with my heart, I couldn’t help but hope he saw. I wished for nothing more than the Angel of Music to be proud. But what was more than that, I hoped I had not disappointed Madame Giry. She was the one who had claimed I could take the role, as Carlotta had been too busy throwing a tantrum. And now I stand in the Prima Donna dressing room after Meg had swept me away from meeting up with my teacher. She had been worried and said I looked so pale, that I needed to rest. I wanted to resist, but I had to admit that perhaps it was best if I didn’t strain myself. I was sure my teacher and angel would understand.

“Little Lotte, let their mind wander…” I am busy looking at the rose my teacher had gifted me when I hear the words of a childhood memory get spoken. I turn my head to see where it came from, not having expected Raoul to remember me. I haven't seen him since my father's death, so for him to remember such a small thing, is a surprise.  As Raoul continues to speak the words of nostalgia, I can not help but join in. For such words are not made to be forgotten. No, they are made to be remembered, repeated and sung. So I will sing.

“No… What I love best, Little Lotte said, is when I’m asleep in my bed and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head.” I sing with him, melodies of shared memories flowing between our bodies. A warm embrace engulfs me as we hug, arms wrapping around each other, even if for only but a moment. He is still my friend, despite the years that have gone by. Not much has changed between us, that is obvious. Perhaps too obvious, for it seems that Raoul still acts like a child, to some extent. For he does not accept my no, as he invites me out to supper. Nor does he let me deny his request, as he tells me I have two minutes to get dressed.  I can only hope the Angel of Music will forgive me, for I have no choice it seems. I begin to change, hurrying as much as I can. I know how impatient that man can get. And perhaps if I hurry, I’ll be back fast as well.

So I change as fast as I can, yet as I work to undo my corset, every candle in my room is unlit. A darkness that surrounds me like no other. Terrifying it is, that I have to admit. But what is truly terrifying, is the angry voice of my teacher and Angel of Music that I hear.

Insolent boy, he calls Raoul, and perhaps he is right, yet it frightens me nonetheless. 

The words I utter that are meant to calm him, seem to have little effect. Yet as I continue to speak, the icy air seems to thaw. His words turn from threats to pitiful self-hatred. 

Jealousy has never suited any man and it seems the same goes for angels. For his voice is beautiful, yet the jealousy and anger it hides dirties it. To hear his voice soften is like watching mud turn to crystal-clear water. It is beautiful, a miracle for humans to witness. As he begs me forth, telling me to look in the mirror, I feel a sort of relief. He must no longer be mad if he seeks to speak with me. 

Yet my relief is thrown to the side, as shock finds its way to my mind. For what I find in the mirror is not my reflection but a strange man, yet as I hear his voice I know it must be him. My Teacher and Angel. 

The Angel of Music that hides no longer.

I faintly hear the sounds of Raoul trying to enter my locked dressing room, yet I do not mind it. Even though I may not remember locking the door, any worries I hold disappear as I let him hold my hand. I hear him sing as he leads me through the tunnels of this opera house, tunnels I did not know existed before this day. I am like in a trance, my eyes unable to move away from his form. Anywhere that is not him does not deserve my gaze, that is all I can think. In fact, I barely even register the horse.  In any other situation, I would have wondered how he managed to get a horse into these tunnels, yet at this very moment, it did not seem strange. In fact, it is not until I start to sing, that I finally seem to realise what is happening. Yet instead of being frightened or confused, I am… content? I don’t mind this, I realise. In fact, it somehow feels right. To finally see my Angel of Music, after years of him talking to me, and teaching me. It was surprisingly nice.

So when we finally arrive at his home, or at least what I assume to be his home, I do not mind it. I do not mind the strangeness to it, or the fact we had to sail to get here. I do not question the fact that he lives in the sewers beneath the opera house either. Instead, I just accept it. This is him finally showing me who he is, so I shall make sure he knows that I will not run away.

“I have waited for so long, dreaming of the day you will finally see who I truly am.” He hums, embracing me from behind, as his fingers entwine with mine. I let myself lean back against his chest, his form towering over mine. I tilt my head to look up at him, my eyes catching his. He is ethereal, otherworldly. He holds a beauty that is unmatched. Everything about him tells me just who he is. Just the way he stands practically sings power.

Everything about him makes me want to know more. And so, I can not help but ask. For it is in my nature to be curious, even more so when it comes to him. Years I have spent getting to know him, yet it feels like I am just meeting him all over again.

“Long I have waited to see you, rather than just hear you. Yet now, I am left with more questions than answers.” My voice is barely above a whisper and despite this he still catches every word that I say. 

It seems that his attention is purely on me. For he hears every word I say, all the while his hands caress every inch of my skin. My one hand escapes his, coming up to caress his face. The mask that he bears peaks my curiosity, for why would an angel need to wear such a thing? Even more so, I wonder why he would wear a hood in such a private place. Yet I have so many other questions to ask as well, for he is a mystery to me. I have always thought that I knew him, yet at this moment I realise he is still so unknown to me. He is like the vast unexplored seas that make me want to jump on a ship and leave. To see just what I may find, what treasures I may stumble across, what stories will unwind.

His eyes capture mine again, as I get lost in the green of his irises. For a second I feel that I am wandering some forest of the fae realm, before I return to the real world again. Yet again I am convinced he is an angel, for only an angel would have eyes like his.

“Let me show you something, my muse. Perhaps your questions will be answered.” My thoughts are interrupted and perhaps it is on purpose, for it seems that he knows my mind was wandering. His hands trace across my collarbone before he lowers them to the small of my back, leading me forward to show me this mystery thing.

It is like my feet barely touch the ground, as I follow him. His one hand grasping mine as he leads me forward, his other hand gently resting on my back.

As he leads me toward a curtain, I patiently wait for him to reveal what is behind. Despite the excitement that vibrates throughout my bones, once I see what is behind the curtain, I feel faint.

Hidden behind this curtain, is a mannequin that looks exactly like me. And what’s more, this mannequin is wearing some sort of wedding attire. The thought is sweet, that I have to admit, but it is too much. 

The world around me goes dark, and my legs can no longer keep me up.

Signed the Opera Ghost

Malleus 1st person

My hands barely grasp my muse in time, before they hit the ground. I had not expected them to faint at what I had shown them, otherwise I wouldn’t have made it. Oh, how I hope they are okay. I lift them up in my arms, carrying them up into my room. As I look at them, I can not help but admire the piece of artwork that is their face. How a human can be so otherworldly, I can not say.

I gently place them in my bed, before pulling down the canopy around them. It is best if I let them sleep in peace. I can just practice some music while I wait for them to return to consciousness.  I decide to let my monkey musical box play for them while I wait, in hopes that the tune it plays will keep them calm.

So I leave them to lay in my bed, watching their sleeping form for but a moment, before I leave again. The organ that calls to be played, lures me out of the room. 

But before I let myself get carried away with such things, even if it may be what I love, I know it is best I send out a few letters explaining that Daaé is alright. I can not have people worrying, after all. No, that would risk having my dear muse get stressed, and I can not let that happen. So I will construct some letters, explaining what has gone down. I will write letters telling the new owners how things are supposed to be run around here and perhaps, if they are not fools, they will listen.

After an hour of writing, I finally let myself sit down by the organ to play, letting my heart come out and on display. As my fingers find their way to the giant instrument, I let myself compose a new opus. It is still but a work in progress, yet I know that with some fine-tuning, it will be beautiful.

And so I play, for minutes or hours I do not know. My mind is lost in the music, too distracted to notice the form that creeps up behind me. Only do I notice once I feel a soft hand on my shoulder. I turn my head to them, the beautiful Yuu that has captured my heart. Smooth skin that brushes against mine, caresses and gentle touches. Their hands that grace me like I am some delicate flower, yet also someone to be held.

Fingers that mould against my cheek, a palm that warms my cold body. Their hands play the role of my mask, holding me so protectively. In their hands I feel safe, something in which I am not used to. Perhaps I never will be. For as I let myself lean into the touch and enjoy the warmth, I feel something is wrong. I move faster than I have ever let a human see before, my hands reaching for my hood. Atop my head, which is usually hidden by a hood made of silk. But now as I reach to check if it is still in place, I find it to be missing. Instead, my hands find the smooth surface of my horns, cold to the touch, usually hidden.

An instant dread fills my heart, for a moment all I can see is red. For I had trusted them, I had trusted the child of man and it was a mistake. A mistake that I will have to pay for, it seems. All I can do now is wait for them to scream and run away, or beg for mercy. I was foolish for thinking them different, of course, they are not. All humans are the same, curious little creatures. They seek to know what is not their right to know, with no mind of consequences.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” The rage in my mind unlike any other, for I had trusted them. Had this been anyone else, I would have been saddened yes, but it would not have hurt. With them this feels like a betrayal, for they are dear to me. So hopefully they will forgive me for cursing, for yelling and frightening them. For even if they angered me, no person should be belittled like that.  Perhaps they are wrong in what they have done, but so am I. That is something I realise as I see the look on their face. The fear written across their face, written in every one of their tears. 

“Can you even dare to look, or bear to think of me? This loathsome gargoyle…” Explosive anger that is turning into sombre whispers and saddening thoughts. For I hurt them, I hurt the child of man, my muse. I hurt my Yuu, my Yuu Daaé. 

I am so lost in my self-wallowing thoughts that I barely notice the hesitant hands that help me put up my hood, as I struggle to do so myself. Yet again I am stricken with the feeling of guilt, as I see the way they try to help. They truly meant no harm, that much I can see. That much I should have seen from the start, for I know they are kind. Oh, so very kind.

“Who seems to be a beast but secretly dreams of beauty…” My voice wanders off, as I try to find a way to apologise, to find the right way to express everything in my mind.  Yet, instead of finding an apology, other words seem to leave my mouth. My lips spelling out the letters and my tongue pushing them past my teeth. I tell them we should get them back, as I know they can’t possibly wish to be around me any longer. Who would want to be around such a monster? Who would want to stay near the infernal beast that I am?

I help them to their feet as I prepare for us to leave. They should go back home, and far away from me. I want them to be safe, truly I do. More so than that, I know staying around me is not anywhere near safe. They must know that too. If they did not know that before, they certainly do now.

“Those fools who run my theatre will be missing you.” I try to encourage them, as they make no move to leave. It would be too selfish of me to make them stay, I know that. So why are they making no move to leave? 

The way they watch me, at first I thought it to be a look of fear. But now, now I see it is something else. Their gaze that screams pity. Sorrow is etched into their very essence as they stare.

Their hand that grasps mine is soft, a shock that runs through my body stopping me from pulling away. A shiver that runs down my spine, as they say words I have never heard before. 

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.”

One Love One Lifetime

Yuu 1st person

The words I speak are the truth, despite the suddenness of them. And if my words do not convince him, then I hope my actions do. For I hold him close, his hands in mine. I let him see me for who I am, and not who he thought I was before. Yes, I did something bad. I should not have pulled down his hood when he was so obviously hiding something, yet I could not help it.

But his reaction told me everything I needed to know, I had gone and ignored a boundary that should have been respected. For that, I will feel internally bad. He holds my heart so dear to him and yet when he gave his heart to me, I just dropped it like nothing. But even though I know I was in the wrong, it does not seem that he thinks so. In fact, the guilt I see in his eyes is practically eating me alive. So I speak the words of forgiveness, for I truly do forgive him. I forgive him for getting mad, not because I believe he’s at fault though. Because I believe it is what he needs to hear.

“But please, forgive me. If anyone is at fault, it is I.” My whispered apology is met with soft silence, looking up and into his eyes, regret filling every fibre of my body. I let one hand trail up to hesitantly cup his cheek, feeling his cold skin meld against mine. It seems that he still holds my heart, keeping it safe from danger. Even the danger that is me.

“You trusted me and I… I broke that trust. For your forgiveness I am unworthy, yet I will still pray you try to forgive me.” I have never been one to beg, yet for a moment I consider it. But despite my thoughts, it seems he holds mercy dear. For his face seems to soften, almost lighting up. A small tug at the corner of his mouth, before it returns to its usual solemn state. Despite this, I know he is not mad. Perhaps he is not even sad. I let my spirits get lifted at this thought, as I properly look at him again, taking in the beauty he holds.

Why would such a man ever trust me? Let me near him, sleep in his bed? How could I ever be enough to someone as perfect as him?

“Forgiveness is not something you should ask for, child of man. It is something that has already been given a long time ago.” The voice that is his echoes throughout the room, yet what should sound ominous only sounds like peace to me. For I was finally given peace, knowing he did not hate me. I can't help myself from throwing my arms around him, embracing his taller form. I could feel him almost freeze in my hold. But as I begin to pull away, realising my inappropriate act, he pulls me against him. His arms surround my body tightly like he fears that should he let go, I will disappear.

“I have one final question for you.” The drip of water almost drowning out his voice, making it hard for me to hear, with how low his voice is. Yet I manage to hear his every word. Just one question, I wonder. For I would answer a million, should he ever have that many to ask. Yet I do not deny his request, instead waiting for him to tell me what he wishes to say. I do not know what he wishes from me, but I would say yes to anything. For when he is there, nothing is impossible.

“Will you reach the final threshold and stay with me? That’s all I ask of you, my muse.” His voice but a whisper, yet it still reaches my ears. I can tell he doubts if it is a good idea to ask, yet he does it anyway. For a second I find it brave. My eyes go wide as I pull back to see his face, once I finally register what he said. I needed to see if he meant this, if he truly meant every word he said, or if he was playing some cruel joke. Yet what I see is not the face of amusement or mischief, instead it is one of unsure seriousness. It’s a nervous face, yet not a single twist of his expression shows any cruelty.

A soft smile spreads across my lips as I look up at him, realising he means it. He must truly wish for it. And I can not help but consider every option I have. He means so much to me. He has been there for me for so long, teaching me the art of music like no other. He gave back life to me, he gave back a joy I thought I had lost that day I watched my father get lowered into the ground. So perhaps I am a bit selfish to want to stay, perhaps I am a bit selfish to wish to leave everyone behind for him, but it didn’t sound bad. In fact, it sounded like what I needed more than anything else.

“My Angel, I love you. Say the word and I will follow you.” Whispers of love flow through the night, like music. Small little melodies that take flight. So when he utters the words, words of love and admiration, I let myself be swept away by his charm. My hand gently tilts his head down to meet me, as I stand on my toes to meet his lips.

Such a small touch yet such a meaningful act. Two bodies touching so gently, so lost in the love for the other. A kiss so full of devotion, hands coming to grasp at the other, fearing they’ll otherwise get lost. What could be described as a dance for others, is like a song for us. The music is silent yet there, every note and melody so evident in every movement and touch. Soft lips pressed against soft lips, breath coming short. 

But now, as I stand here, I realise he may not be the angel I used to see. Perhaps he is, but there is something to him that tells me other stories.

He is my angel, yes. My Angel of Music. But he is also so much more. For as our lips part and his hood falls down, he does not try to hide his horns. And as my eyes catch his and I see how pupils turn into slits, I know that he is no angel. But that changes nothing, for he is still my Angel of Music.

[innocentlymacabre]

THE CRESCENT OF FOOLS AND FORGOTTEN TIME ⤳ a wip (re)intro

Lucille Carmine is not one to relinquish her hold on someone once her wicked talons have sunk into them, as Jayce all too painfully learns once more. He’s pulled into her employ again, Lott jumping in after his best friend, tasked - under extreme duress, of course - to retrieve The Liminality Paradox. Previously thought to have been nothing more than a bedtime story, Jayce and Lott find themselves unwillingly heading to The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time, right into the heart of The Fool’s domain, a place where time and space lose all meaning, where everything that has ever happened is happening all at once and where nothing ever happens all the same. A place where the ends of the universe could be nothing more than a hop, skip, and a jump away, but the five feet in front of you could stretch out to infinity and beyond. A place where the insane rule sovereign and the sane are grinded to a dust, folded into the ripples of the Crescent. All to steal an artifact of untold power for one of the most dangerous overlords of the criminal world, and to lay even more unchecked power at her feet for her to abuse.

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GENRE: urban fantasy / heist / comedy

MEDIUM: feature film

WARNINGS: description/depiction of wounds, death and pain (will be modified as necessary)

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[ropehanger39]

.·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. intro that's going to rot like a corpse

( ≧ᗜ≦) hello!!! ..... my name is ruru and i am a loser(obviouslyyy) . . ... i am a PROUD fujoshi i love gay people!!!!!! i have bpd sirrry..... i am also a femcel who rots in her room all day on twitter and 4chan!!!! i am profic, i believe that there should be no censorship in fiction and people can do what they want with it!!!! my dni is short and basic fuck off trump supporters and ai "artists".

some things that i'm interested in are......

needy streamer overload/needy girl overdose(YESS ive played the game sighhhh.), lucky star, pepoyo, maretu, vocaloid, project sekai, precure, ichigo mashimaro, saya no uta, sanrio, madoka magica, crk, onibi series, and LOTT more other stuffs............

random facts about me(i dontknow what else to put in this ughhhh.)

i engage in darkships and shota content. i do not do it to cope anymore, i just think it's fun to look at that kind of stuff ^____^

i know i said i was ONLY a fujoshi but nnnngh i LOVE yuri.

i have adhd so if i dont respond to you if you message it's my horrible attention span and the fact that im not social

I FUCKING HATE AI. i HATE AI.

my discord user is womenhera send friend requests FAST before i BLOW UP!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH

pro-c pedophiles and zoophiles piss me off and i dont want them following me or liking my posts

if you want me to join your discord server personally ask me because i love joining servers

i love jfashion!! especially jirai, himegyaru, lolita, and tenshi kaiwai!

that was it. . i follow back and i'm kind of nice you should totally visit my profile.

[lvcisaliaa]

-> open: intro

enter name: Lucis/Rosalia

enter age: 17

enter gender: genderfluid

enter sexuality: bisexual

enter pronouns: they/them

(I don't mind using she/her in romance languages)

dni:

terfs, kink blogs(as long as it's not ag3pl4y, or SA related idc, the thing is that i'm a minor and i would feel uncomfortable if a nsfw blog interacts with my page...), zionists, white supremacists, racists, homophobes, transphobes, nazis, maga

closest mutuals ♡

@s0lace-1n-s0l1tude genderbent anna liebert <3

@windyskiez genderbent chuuya nakahara <3

@plumywad lotte frank irl <3

@sacchanisekaishikkaku sacchan irl <3

@valerieve kyouka izumi irl <3 (i associate u a lot with kyouka for some reason-)

@sky-the-weirdo-ace nikolai gogol irl <3

-> close: intro

[lightyaoigami]

happy festa!! what are your favourite bts songs and moments?

hello!! happy festa, borahae, & apobangpo! i have so many happy memories with bts...

favorite bts songs (not in any particular order except blood sweat & tears, which is #1):

blood sweat & tears

save me

fake love

run

dope

baepsae

fire

0:00

boyz with fun

run bts

favorite bts moments has to be split up sorry lmao

tv appearances

trot song challenge

JEON JUNGKOOOOOK!!!!

taekook handshake

hobi slays gg dances (exid ah yeah one of my all time favorite gg songs)

american hustle life talking to girls

HAMBURGER. AND SPRITE.

bangtan bombs/etc.

it's tricky (the first bangtan bomb i ever watched)

dope dance practice

eat jin show how happy you are with your body jjajangmyeon

round and round

happy barbecue

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrapmonster

red carpet

BOTTEGA 2020 GRAMMYS they look so fine im gnawing my fingers off

matching burgundy suits

iconic. mint yoongi

live performances

perfect man cover & rainism cover

jimin & taemin kbs showdown

black swan 2020

idol intro 2018

run bts yet to come in busan (rent was DUE!!!)

lotte family mic drop (aka 190811 jungkook)

ON at grand central

grammy butter 2022 (sorry but there will never be a grammy performance this good ever again. idgaf argue with the wall)

sope otsukare

jikook coming of age ceremony

arirang

save me kcon 2016 because I WAS THERE!!!!! I WAS THERE IN THE AUDIENCE!!!!!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

DNA ptd vegas

boy meets evil deadass one of the most insane televised performances ever idc idc idc idc

attack on bangtan epilogue

[painfully-painful-pain]

Fran Foofaraw

Lately i have been interested in the character as she does not appear in-game (if we do not count CAS default design) yet she does appear in the guide, cutscenes and many promo material

She also appears with her original TS design in some prerelease screenshots from bustin' out

So i looked more into the promo material. As the postergal of course she has the most renders of all (probably Mona Lott as well). She is known to be the main character when first loading bustin' out, yet i do not think that was always intended to be the case.

A PlayStation magazine ad has a description of her character which i have not seen before.

Magazine issue unrelated i just wanted to show the render

For people who cannot see the image because of bad internet or whatever it says the following: "Fran Foofaraw lets it all hang out at Pixel Acres. Play your cards right and you'll be seeing more of her. A lot more"

(Also, Goldie Toane was actually blonde instead of brunette/Black?)

SO. What this whole thing implies is that she was supposed to show up at Pixel Acres as a nudist. Right now i am just saying what the description just said. This honestly just sounds like the "Worst week in the life of a sim" series. Specifically the friday episode where she goes to Pixel Acres. The 5 shorts show Fran/Pat whatever you call her live through different events like burning to death on monday, assaulting Humphrey on Thursday etc.

I am not sure if Fran was ever planned as a real character as she is shown to be the main character in all of the shorts. But she has that Playstation advert description for some reason.

The Simswiki also put in Frans bio that she might have been Bling Bling's girlfriend due to them being together in renders and the intro.

There is also Nora Zeal-Ott from the GBA version who is just Frans model with a different name. Apparently according to her Simswiki trivia she has a twinsister called Anne. So yeah thats... info. I wonder what other simmers think what Fran was though, This is the first time i ever talk about something sims related after keeping it in for 15 years. Was she always just MC-Sim or integrated in the story?

Yeah that's it with my internal thoughts.

PS: does anyone own one of those shirts or signed game copies named in the lower left corner today?

[heartofmaccrine]

Hihihi HELLO !! HELLO1!! HI !!1!

hello.everypony, general info abt me is in my bio if u wanna look but I wanted to do a mini intro since I'm new :P

I have a LOTT of names but u can just call.me Maven/maccrine or lotus <33

🌸Any pronouns !! He/she/they/it🌸

~ gender neutral but I enjoy being feminine

~ I like collecting plushies and cozy items

~ semi-artist

~ questioning if I'm bi or on the aro spectrum

(I'm a minor, be respectful if you're 18+ yrs of age.)

Possible kintype(s): The locust/thumper, birdheart, cathearted, and any nonhuman themes

this is a safe place for alterhumans of any kind so feel free to interact plsplsplsplspls

(Like my sister @vinvelociraptor I'm not so certain if I'm copinglink, fictive, or just fictionkin and alterhuman yet?)

/Note that I'm kinda shy around new ppl so dw if I'm taking alot of time to respond🙏

That's all I have 4 now, I'll probably post more updates abt fictionkin shitz later byebye

[noel-fielding-web-page]

Noel Fielding And Pixie Lott Perform An Extra Intro

[foxy-forrest-agere]

Hey there !! Here's an intro post hehe

If you softblock me, please just hard block! Or let me know so I can block you. This just makes sure I don't accidentally interact again! /info,gen,nm

I'm forrest/everest ! I am the host of a mixed origins DID system. Sometimes, I use "we/our" but typically if I'm the only fronter/not co-con, I use "I/me". Syscourse unaligned

I'm 20s bodily, transmale (he/him)(kit/kits)(lo/lovely), and I agere 1-8! I've been regressing for 7 years, but have only recently recognized myself as a baby/toddler regressor! I am poly & partnered. I would love a platonic cg/nf. I also petre to a fox/kit!

I would love to find little friends !!! Or cg friends ! Any friends really !! /vvgen,nf

Please remember, my account is 100% sfw!! My regression here is not k/nk related !! Do not sexualize me here, this is my safe space!! Outside of this, I have to DNI!

My favorite color is purple! As you've seen, I use '!' A lott hehe but always positive unless stated otherwise!!

I am an autistic regressor! Tonetags can help me, especially /j, /srs, and /gen. I am open to any platonic & sfw interaction!!

I love horror movies, disney movies, mermaids, playing games (video,board,card), coloring, and am always interested in hearing about or trying new hobbies! I really like to write, & recently I've started trying to draw! I love filling out picrews, & I might mostly reblog, but I'm planning on trying my hand at moodboards and things!!

I'm so excited to be a part of the community here, and I really hope to make some awesome friends!!!

This post is likely to change as I settle into my blog!

Pfp picrew

Banner picrew

Ps; I'm okay with most masc & neutral petnames except; little one, dove, anything involving 'bug', or sweet boy (sweetheart/babyboy are fine. Just not sweet boy)

[milkymoosh]

MY INTRO!! ☆

ABOUT ME: ☆!!

NAMES: SCOTT / MIA (changes depending on what gender im feeling)

PRONOUNS: fluctuates!! im always okay with they/them if you're not sure what to use, but try to use the ones in my bio if possible ^_^

AGE: just turned 16!!

INTERESTS: phineas and ferb, milo murphys law, sticker collecting, weird al yankovic, ghostbusters, SCTV, stripes (the movie.,.,), superjail, spooky month, making kandi, art (both traditional and digital!!), TADC, my silly ocs, listening to music, fanboy and chum chum, great god grove, smile for me, BJDS, the la's, endzone, law of talos + probably a bunch more I forgot </3

FAV CHARACTERS / CHARACTER INTERESTS: mr wpnz (if it isn't obvious already </3), Dr habit, the warden + the twins, moe green + officer friendly, russell ziskey, egon spengler, capochin + inspekta, doofenshmirtz, dakota, climber anddd my ocs.,.

DNI: basic DNI criteria (racists, homophobes, proshippers, p*dos, ableists, sexists, transphobes) people who joke about r*pe, p*dophilia or inc*st, people under 13

WHAT I POST: ☆!!

mostly art related posts (drawings/doodles)!! if you end up following me because of one fandom my blog is multifandom so what i draw is entirely based on my main interests at the time </3

i hope this.,,. was somewhat useful for you to learn a little more about me and what i do ^_^ this post will be updated A LOTT so keep that in mind

[innocentlymacabre]

then boy howdy, is The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time the movie for you!

(majorly appreciate any reblogs and signal boosting!)

Jayce and Lott find themselves in the twisted grasp of Lucille Carmine, one of the most dangerous Overlords of the criminal world, in a fantasy-heist, splicing the thrill of walking the edge of a knife with fantastical malevolence.

full intro here

And the best part is that you can get it made! Literally all you have to do is head to this link, read the script (you can also listen if that's more your style), and vote with your honest opinions. The winner of the competition gets their movie fully funded and produced!

I've found that the listening tool is more reliable than reading, so to make sure your vote counts in one go, just hit play and mute the tab while you read. Feel free to reach out to me if you run into any issues!

So go forth and read! Tell your friends! Tell your family! Tell that annoying guy you always see at your bus stop in the morning!

P.S. If you send me a screenshot of your vote, I'll do everything I possibly can to get your name added to the credits :)

[s4mzxq]

intro . .

𝜗𝜚- - - - - -

my name's sam❕

pls interact : wlw, theatre kid, alt, or if u like anything i like 😛

dni : trump supporter, racist, homo/transphobe, etc etc // overall js dttm if ur a shit person 😭

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more . .

i have a gf, and im a minor ;p

i looooevevvrvvfbf music..,, i listen to literally anythimg 🤤 my favs atm r billie eilish and ptv (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

i am infact a huge theatre nerd

i forget ab this app a lott,, so here r my other socials

insta

tiktok

spotify

[lustinlilin]

Miss Mona Lott

Lilin rushes to the green room. Thirty minutes before she is supposed to go on, her star drag queen ‘Miss Mona Lott’ refuses to go on, hence the phone call from her stage manager.

((Flashback))

“Lilin?’

“Yeah.”

“Can you hear me?” *cue screaming in the back*

“Mhhmm… Yeah?”

“Miss Mona refuses to go on.”

“What? No. I’ll be right there.”

((Return to present))

“Okay, what am I walking into?”

“It’s the wings. She won’t go on because ‘it’s a disservice to go on with the goose feathers when she thinks the swan feathers are more accurate to Angel wings.”

“She’s never seen an Angel’s wings in person.”

“She said she saw them once as a kid.”

“God dammit. Do you know how much swan feathers are in Hell?’

“What do you want me to do boss?”

“I want you to get Madam Ivana Tuck ready and pray to Lucifer that Mona goes on.”

“Fuck.”

Lilin open the door to see Mona wailing in front of the heart shaped Mirror in the center of the room. Her costume set to one side.

“Hey hun. What the scoop?”

“The scoop? Is that what I am to this place, hot goss?”

Lilin rakes her hand through her hair exposing the little horns at the top of her forehead.

“Mona. You know damn well that wasn’t what I meant. What’s with you tonight?”

“It’s the goose feathers. I-“

“We both know this isn’t about goose feathers.” Lilin states sharply.

Mona sucks in a sharp breath. “What if the audience doesn’t want to see me? Lilin, I just turned 1,007. What if they want to see someone younger, prettier or- “

“More inexperienced?” Lilin chuckles. “I’m sorry Sweetie but no one goes to a seamstress and says ‘ I want the girl who just started and only knows how add buttons’. Plus, you don’t look a day over 300. Also, If you don’t go on, Ivana goes on.”

“Ivana?” Mona scoffs “She can’t-“

“What choice do I have?” Lilin kneels beside Mona looking into her eyes. “I have a full house out there ready to see Miss Mona Lott.” She does Jazz hands to emphasize.

“But, tickets are sold either way.” Lilin stands quickly and begins examining her nails. She begins exiting the room and lingers at the door for a moment, whispering to herself “three, two, one.”

“Okay. I’ll do it. Hand me that oil.”

“My God. You haven’t oiled the spandex suit yet?..”

“Don’t ever doubt me.”

“Irnesto. Get me a stage hand. How much time do we have?”

“Seven minutes.”

“Fuck. Let me think.”

“Six minutes boss lady.”

“Shit. Okay send Ivana on to stall with her three minute number.”

“Which one?”

“Somebody slap me!” *cue Irnesto bitch slapping Lilin*

*gasp* “oh no he didn’t”

“I meant the song.”

“Oop.” Irnesto puts his hand to his mouth making an ‘o’ face.

Lilin starts clapping. “Come on people; Let’s go.”

———

“Alright people this is it. Where is she? Where’s Mona?” Lilin looks around frantically backstage. Irnesto grabs her and points her head to the stage.

*Cue the intro to Modanna’s ‘Like a Prayer’*

The curtain’s part and the crowd cheers. Miss Mona Lott winks at Lilin and the fake wings begin to flap.

Lilin speaks softly over her shoulder to Irnesto, covering her headset. “Don’t repeat this. But she’s right, the Swan feathers would have looked more accurate.”

[autumnal-glow]

The Perfect Fall Playlist

Music hums into your ears as you sit under the trees in a woody forest. It's barely dawn, and the fog is dense around you. Leaves fall around you, almost dancing to the music. The air is crisp with the whispers of Autumn. All year, you've waited for this one moment.

Anchor - Novo Amor

Bella's Lullaby - Carter Burwell, Dan Redfeld, Elizabeth Hedman

Breathe In - Low Roar

Chasing Pirates - Norah Jones

Cloud Speed - Sad Souls

Come Little Children - Erutan

Dancing Two Hundred Times - Sad Souls

Digging Shelters - Neil Halstead

Dreamcatcher - Sad Souls

Ekki múkk - Sigur Rós

Featherstone - The Paper Kites

Fidelity - Regina Spektor

Fleeting - Sad Souls

Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine

For Those Below - Mumford & Sons

Friends Make Garbage (Good Friends Take It Out) - Low Roar

Frightened, Happy - Sad Souls

Ghosts That We Knew - Mumford & Sons

Give Up - Low Roar

Halo - Lotte Kestner

In a Forest With Leaves in Your Hair - Sad Souls

Into The Unknown - Over the Garden Wall, The Blasting Company, Jack Jones

Intro (Leaving) - Spooky Black

I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

Jack's Lament - Danny Elfman

Just a Habit - Low Roar

The Loneliest Girl - キャロル＆チューズデイ(Carole & Tuesday)

Lovers' Eyes - Mumford & Sons

Low Roar - Low Roar

Lucia - The Night of Light - Jonna Jinton

The Magic Place - Julianna Barwick

The Mummers' Dance - Loreena McKennitt

My Dove, My Lamb - Phosphorescent

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Nobody Loves Me Like You - Low Roar

An Ocean and Peril - The Black Atlantic

Oh Klahoma - Jack Stauber

Over The Garden Wall - Over the Garden Wall, The Blasting Company, Jack Jones

Patience - Low Roar

Sigh No More - Mumford & Sons

Snow Dress - Sad Souls

Song for Zula - Phosphorescent

The Spirit Song - Jonna Jinton

Two Time - Jack Stauber's Micropop

Windows and Churches - Sad Souls

Words - Low

Worry - Sad Souls

Yawning Lion / 獅子大張嘴 - V.K

You Are The Only One I Love - Jaymay

Открытый космос - Мариэль

Bonus: Kouyou - Ice (This one is not on most streaming services; I listen to it on YouTube)