#singing in native languages is something really deep to me

[voltaridylla]

Speaking of, we have a nymph Nichole in phone destroyer (though I feel like she's more like a fairy to me) and we have a princess Kenny... All I'm saying is that a princess and her secret fairy lover would be kind of peak.

OKAY so this is crazy but… I’ve drafted this idea in my head for a while now so I’m really happy I got this ask !!!

In my head, I like to imagine princess Kenny as half orc/half elf (ik this is canon but hear me out) and she’s a warrior princess, uses her immortality as her secret power (similar to mysterion) - leads her orcs into battle for and fights for their independence from Clyde’s reign!!

Battling is strenuous, so after every retreat, victory… she turns to her closest companion. A kept secret, because she doesn’t wish for her to be caught in the crossfires of their fight. Her lover, the fairy of the forest, Nichole - her and her nymph sisters protect their home with magic and tricks and Kenny really admires Nichole’s approach to things with peace with a dash of mischievousness!!

Their dynamic is really like Kenny is injured, plays it off as ‘it’s nothing! nothing can hurt me!’ and Nichole will heal those wounds with her fairy charm. She can also change size or make flowers sprout from wherever she flies over. Sorta like Rosetta from Tinkerbell (is it obvious that I was a huge Disney kid that had a lot of the films pirated on a usb stick lol.)

I like to imagine them braiding eachother’s hair, making flower crowns and singing eachother songs in their native tongues.

[bluzebub19]

I have a request for how the Arcane characters (Viktor, Jayce, Jinx, Vi, Heimerdinger, Ekko) look so that the reader can access their cuteness. Maybe they are doing or saying something to the reader and the reader suddenly starts hugging and petting them, calling them cute. How would they react to this?

Note: So... I'm the only one who thinks Heimerdinger is really cute. Why aren't there fanfics with him? Mysteries of life..

Arcane characters being called cute by their s/o while they're working

Writer's note: Thanks for requesting! It took longer than I expected because I kept deleting some of the dialogue from how cheesy and cringe it sounded lmao. Heimerdinger is not on my list of characters I write for, but I figured I'll write him this one time. I hope you don't mind that I also added Mylo, cuz why not?

Request/s: Open!

Warning/s: Get a dentist. This is some tooth-rotting fluff. Not proofread and english isn't my native language.

Character/s: Viktor, Jayce, Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Heimerdinger and Mylo

● Viktor tends to get lost in his work, mumbling equations or sketching out blueprints for his projects. You find this incredibly endearing, but not when he gets so absorbed that he forgets to eat or sleep.

● If you suddenly hug him or call him cute, he’ll freeze in shock at first. He blinks up at you as if you just said something in a language he doesn’t understand. Then, his cheeks will flush a light pink, and he’ll chuckles softly. “Cute is... not a term I hear often. But thank you."

● Over time, he grows more comfortable and secretly enjoys the affection. He may even lean into it, but he’ll never outright admit it. Instead, he might deflect with a shy smile and, “You should focus on more important matters."

● Yeah no, that's a sign for you to keep doing it.

● Jayce is the golden boy—confident, charming, and ridiculously handsome. He likes to appear professional and put-together, but you know him well enough to see through that exterior to the dorky, hardworking man beneath.

● When you hug him out of nowhere while he cooks and call him cute, he blinks for a second but chuckles as he turns to look at you. “Cute? Babe, I’m going for ruggedly handsome and sweet here. But I'll take it."

● Still, he's flattered and loves the affection you give him. And unlike Viktor, he's not afraid or shy to show you he wants more of it. He might pull you closer and say, "You're one to talk." He's a romantic and albeit cheesy guy.

● Now, you probably might be thinking about why and how is he cooking, but that's for another headcanon! (I just realized how I'm not even sure whose side am I on. Can he cook?? Cuz I feel like he can. But I also see him burning food-)

● Jinx, as we all know, is pure chaos, always working on something explosive or messing around. She has a habit of humming and singing off-key to herself while she works, which makes you think she’s oddly cute in her own... quirky way. To be honest, it’s hard not to find her enthusiasm contagious, even if it’s a little dangerous.

● One day, you catch her doing exactly that while painting her trademark designs on one of her grenades. The sight just makes you smile as you walk up and wrap your arms around her, telling her, “You’re so cute when you’re focused like this,” or something of the sort.

● She’ll throw her hands up and turn to look at you, trying to play off your compliment as a joke. “Woah, you might be crazier than me!" She grins and laughs softly, before making her voice sound more gruff, "Ya buttering up the author nightmares with your mooshy stuff!”

● But after her initial over-the-top reaction, she’ll soften. “Fine, soak it all in.” She shrugs and continues working. But deep down, she really loves the affection and she's getting more and more attached to you. You're giving her the kind of love that she thinks she never deserved in her life, so she really appreciates these little things you do. She might even snuggle up to you later, claiming it’s to “soak in all this ‘cute’ energy.”

● Oh, by the way, she'll make this happen a lot more often. By how, you ask? Well, by doing the same thing to you, of course! It becomes a little challenge betweem the two of you who calls the other one cute first and catching them off guard with it.

● Vi is all tough love and sass, but there’s a soft side she shows only to the people she really cares about. You notice this when she’s being protective or just in those peaceful moments when you're both alone together.

● If you call her cute, she’ll raise an eyebrow and smirk. “Cute? Babe, I think you’ve got the wrong person.”

● Later, she’ll definitely tease you about it, saying something like, “So, how’s it feel dating the cutest person in Zaun?” or "Am I still cute?" with a playful grin. She'll be teasing you and making you smile with that while she's half naked and flexing her biceps (she knows you love them), or when she just got done with a fight and is still holding her gauntlets.

● She loves it, don't let that teasing fool you.

● Heimerdinger is an adorable bundle of wisdom and fluff. You often catch him rambling about science with such enthusiasm that you can’t help but smile. Look at him! He's just adorable!

● One day, as he’s showing you a tiny contraption he just finished, you can’t help but reach out and pet his fluffy head, saying, “You’re the most cutest genius ever.”

● Heimerdinger chuckles, his mustache twitching with amusement. “Ah, well, I suppose I do have a certain charm about me, don’t I?”

● He pretends to be unaffected, but you notice the way his tail swishes slightly when you hug him. “I must say, your affection is quite... energizing! Perhaps I should study its effects further.”

● From then on, he might start subtly seeking out your affection—like casually leaning into your hand when you pet him or “accidentally” bumping into you while working.

● Ekko is talking to you about his plans for the Firelights while sketching upgrades for their hoverboards.

● You were quietly admiring him, the way his eyes light up and the focused furrow of his brows, when you suddenly blurt out, “You’re so cute when you’re focused.”

● He freezes for a second, then looks at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Cute? Me?” He grins, a soft laugh escaping. “You sure you’re not talking about yourself there?”

● He rubs the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant, but the smile gives him away.

● “You’re not getting away with saying that,” he teases, leaning in to nudge you lightly with his shoulder. He goes back to doing his work before playfully adding, “But if you keep looking at me like that, I might just start believing it.”

● It's these little things that matters. These moments, even if simple, it gives him hope and motivation to make the world a better place. The way his eyes soften when you look at him in that moment, and how he lets his guard down just enough to show you he cares — it’s clear that, while he teases, he loves the attention, and he loves you even more for it.

● Dude's got lines fr fr

● Mylo has always been the type of guy who had a sarcastic, sassy remark ready. We all know that from how he treated Powder.

● When you suddenly hug him and call him cute, he freezes for a second, unsure of how to react. “Cute? Me?” He scoffs, trying to play it cool, but it's very obvious he's a bit flustered by it. “Out of all the compliments you could’ve picked, you went with cute? I’m more like... cool, and handsome.” He throws a dramatic, exaggerated pose, trying to hide his nervousness.

● Despite his teasing, there's a small, pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He tries to act nonchalant, but the way he keeps glancing at you shows how much he’s secretly enjoying it.

● “Seriously, though. I’m cool, alright?” he continues, trying to regain his confidence. “I don’t do cute. But, uh... thanks. I guess.” He says softly as he shrugs, clearing his throat.

● Later on, when no one’s watching, you might catch him glancing at you from the corner of his eye, a small smile on his face, clearly still flattered.

Can you guys guess which is my favorite based on how long their headcanons are

[holyblonded]

Heyy, I've got two kind of connected headcannons for azulita.

You mentioned that she really enjoys and feels music and that it's some kind of safe space to her.

So i can really imagine that she likes communicating with songs and also understands peoples feelings better if they connect it to a song.

So maybe she started singing to sydney a bit, either some song snippets of songs she likes that describe how she feels about her or also self written songs. And then at some point syd realises that this is a way she can communicate with azulita better and just make her feelings more understandable and more related because for azulita music carries messages better than anything else.

Connected to that i could maybe see azulita enjoying sleep token even if it might not be her normal genre (idk if you're familiar with the band, but i can rly recommend them). But i think she would probably fuck with their genre blend (pop, jazz, gospel, hip hop and rock /metal influences) and their special instrumentals as well as with their well written lyrics. Sleep token songs often have so many layers you can unpack, the lyrics are written in beautiful metaphors and deeply emotional and in addition to that they are underlined by creative, powerful instrumentals with many contrasts.

So i can maybe see syd sending her a song like "are you really okay" or "provider" and azulita is just completely stunned by all the different layers of the song, then starts analysing lyrics and instrumentals falling deep into the sleep token rabbit hole (like I did too)

If you're not familiar with the band and maybe wanna get into it i can recommend gethsemane, blood sport, are you really okay, euclid, the love you want, damocles and the night does not belong to god because those are nice songs to start out with and not be instantly rejected by some heavier metal parts in some songs :)

Also if you don't like the second part of this ask with the sleeptoken part but can relate to the first headcannon feel free to just ignore my sleep token fangirling and only focus on the first part (if you even like that one xD)

Take care and keep on writing, I love your creativity and the way you make me fall in love with fictional characters :)

oh this is so azulita-coded.

the thing about azulita is she doesn’t always have the right words. not because she doesn’t feel deeply, but because language sometimes feels like this stiff, clumsy thing that can’t keep up with how fast and messy and full her heart gets. she’s a storm of emotion, but her vocabulary for explaining that storm… not always there. not in the ways that people expect, at least.

but music? music gets it. she doesn’t need to think through a sentence when a verse already says it better. she doesn’t have to decode her feelings when a guitar riff or a drop or a scratch in a vocal makes her chest ache exactly the way she feels. music has always been her native language—even when she was too afraid to talk, even when she felt like no one was listening, even when the world felt too loud or too cold or too fake, songs gave her a place to be.

so yeah, it starts small. syd’s scrolling on her phone, and azulita’s got her guitar, noodling around. and suddenly she hums something low—“baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted…” and then she shrugs like it’s nothing, like she wasn’t just quoting Take Care and looking at sydney with eyes soft enough to undo a person.

sydney freezes. “was that—”

“don’t worry about it,” azul mutters, cheeks going pink.

but syd does worry about it. she starts noticing the pattern. how azulita will drop song lyrics into conversations instead of saying how she’s feeling. how she’ll leave her phone unlocked on a spotify screen, some moody, bittersweet track—and it’s clearly on purpose. how she’ll send syd a link and just say this is me today, instead of typing out anything else.

it becomes their secret language. when azulita doesn’t have the words, she finds the melody. and when sydney doesn’t know how to comfort her, she finds a song.

enter: sleep token. maybe syd finds them first, late night scrolling after azulita has shut down one too many times. she’s trying to understand, trying to figure out how to meet azul where she is. and she stumbles across “Are You Really Okay?” and suddenly she feels like someone cracked her chest open.

because it is azulita. it’s the question behind her silence. the ache behind the bite. the hope that hides in her snark. the pain she’s too proud to speak aloud.

so syd sends it. no caption. no explanation.

azulita listens. then she listens again. and again. the sound design is sick—like literally, she texts syd “yo who produced this this goes dumb”—but it’s the lyrics that gut her. the kind of raw, poetic storytelling that sneaks up on you and rips your heart out, but you thank it for doing so. it’s vulnerable, messy, sharp. it sounds like truth. it sounds like her.

from there, it spirals. sydgives her “Euclid” after one of azul’s worst anger episodes. azul responds with “Blood Sport” when she can’t say I love you but wants syd to know.

syd sends “The Night Does Not Belong to God” the day before a match when azul’s anxious and can’t sleep. azul sings “The Love You Want” into syd’s neck during a lazy morning cuddle. she starts writing her own songs again, too. not to share—at first. just to get things out. but sometimes syd catches her humming them. sometimes she lets her listen. once, syd finds a lyric in azulita’s notebook that just reads, “you didn’t save me. but you stayed. and that saved me.” and syd doesn’t say anything. just kisses her forehead and holds her a little tighter.

their relationship becomes part mixtape, part love letter, part emotional excavation.

azulita still gets overwhelmed. still shuts down. still struggles to talk. but now syd knows the songs that pull her back.

and azulita? she finally realizes that her voice, her real voice, isn’t just in the words she avoids. it’s in every note she hums when she’s brave enough to feel out loud.

and syd? syd listens. every time.

[yukicustos]

Hi everyone, I just figured out the images from the last clue on his treat of ‘Bill’s Files’. Not sure if anyone else did it. I haven't seen it somewhere else yet.

It was really a map, for something. I just didn’t know what. I saw the thingy about the doc of the wallpapers, the theory was completely right, the images layer upon one another, but to create a bigger image, I knew it was it. So I went for it just for fun to see if it were like a collage. I connected where they could. 

The first ones are those from the doc on reddit GF, so I have to thank them for their views. After this, the Tree. I knew was the center of the image because, well. It's the page talking of the codes and all.

Then the connection with the thunder. Their heads seem to be drowning, even the tree at some point connects with earth and in some images you have to flip it horizontally. I just had to really look for boards and what in the image continues another. Bill's elbow literally places above the skull, it’’s wayyy too perfectly placed. Here some clues:

Also the mini story at the right side>>>

here appears to me the nightmare realm and how he’s dreaming of being somewhere else, singing we’ll meet again. remember: the place between realities is black and white. the image is black and white.

It seems here he’s cutting reality.

andd here. seems like he got it straight to the ‘physical world’ in a joyride slide.

Pure terror, to make these layers just give us more profound visual motifs of the layered universe and all.

Within the full image, we also have a mini story. There are two moons. (Moons are connected to our creative world.) Showing to us two different perceptions/awareness/universes. Whatever you feel most comfortable with; the Mindscape Realm Moon and the Nightmare Realm Moon. It starts with Fiddleford, using the gun to make him forget just like what we saw happen to Bill by being erased. We thought. But then, he uses the backdoor through the voidness. (Consciousness is also referred as the infinite ocean, all connected.) Bill explains to us a little bit in his book. And he talks of the Atlantis chapter implying he had made us forget about. Actually we had forget it loong time ago. It is just things in the depths of our universal consciousness.

The fourth state of consciousness is a state of awareness that transcends the waking, dreaming, and deep sleep states. It's also known as Turiya, which is a Sanskrit word that means "the fourth".

This backs up one theory of mine that Euclydia to being a state of awareness/consciouness, they got higher into those other realms. That’s why we see ‘LIFE FORM NOT FOUND’. I have a huge theory but I can only talk about this image right now.

The heads seems to point to it. And the part where he has a card up his sleeve, he had the idea of other parallels universes, it seems. But well, this is his seeing through other windows/people's eyes talking. A light bulb. A idea. Remember, beyond this full scope, there are the Cuckoo House that’s hiper realistic, and what is seems to be motifs of life and death. If he learned anything from Theraprism, to fullfil or least being able achieve some of his 'plan'. He has to humble down and pass through the reincarnation process. The images doesn’t say it, but he’s pointing at a bunker. Near there’s the message ‘KOOK’ putting in the website is literally the clue for the image, a big Cipher. Not in actual way he is now as we know it, but to be bigger/different/take another form. To being able to properly be here, he has to see the Bigger Picture.

idk if there’s a code or how to put it into the website so, if it is a code, someone pls could tell me because this is a clear reference to the computer.(i tried, not working, i know it points to other code of the stan twins but ???)

if there's any typo/grammar mistake i'm not native of this language so thks and ily for reading until this point<3

[misshoneyimhome]

does Willy ever talk to the baby while ur pregnant or try to get him to kick?

Oh, bb, can't help but love these questions about 「Dad!Willy x reader」 🤰🏼🤗❤️

At first, William felt hesitant about talking to the baby, finding the idea somewhat awkward. Throughout the first and second trimesters, he didn't really feel the strong paternal kick yet. However, after discussing with his teammates, they stressed the importance of his voice in building a bond with his son, especially considering the time he would spend away during road trips.

William missed the first instance of feeling the baby's kicks, which left him feeling a bit sad, hearing about it happening while he was away at an away game made him. However, when you later informed him of another kick in the middle of the night, his excitement was overwhelming.

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Amanda was the one who first suggested the idea of talking to your son in your stomach. You had shared your hesitation with her, admitting that the concept felt strange to you. Yet, you trusted her advice and decided to give it a try.

One evening, as you sat together over a cup of tea, you brought up Amanda's suggestion. "I still feel a bit weird about it, but maybe it's worth a shot," you confessed, swirling the hot liquid in your mug.

Amanda smiled encouragingly. "You never know, it might make a difference. Plus, it's a way for you to bond with your little one even before they're born."

Taking her words to heart, you began to speak softly to your growing belly, feeling a mixture of self-consciousness and tenderness as you addressed your unborn son. At first, it felt awkward, but as time went on, it became a comforting routine, a way for you to connect with the life blossoming within you.

Then on another evening, as you and William relaxed on the couch after a long day, the topic of conversation shifted to the baby growing inside you. You mentioned how you’d started talking and even singing to the baby, feeling a sense of connection even before birth. William listened attentively, but a hint of uncertainty flickered in his eyes.

"I don't know if I should do that," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "It just feels... weird, you know?"

You nodded, understanding his hesitation. "It did feel strange at first for me too, but it's a way for the baby to recognize our voices and feel comforted by them," you explained gently.

And later that week, during a practice session, William found himself chatting with a few of his teammates in the locker room. The conversation drifted to fatherhood, and he tentatively mentioned his apprehension about talking to the baby. To his surprise, his teammates nodded knowingly, sharing their own experiences.

"It's important, man," one of them, a seasoned father, said with a smile. "Especially since we're away on the road so often, it’s good that the little one knows your voice."

William mulled over their words as he headed home that evening. Maybe there was something to it after all.

The following night, as you both settled into bed, William took a deep breath, steeling himself for what felt like a monumental step. "Hey there, little guy," he began softly, resting his hand on your belly where the baby kicked and squirmed. "It's your dad. I know I haven't said much yet, but I promise to be there for you, no matter what. You're going to be the best thing that ever happened to us."

As he spoke, a sense of warmth spread through him, and he felt a flutter of connection with the life growing inside you. From that moment on, talking to the baby became a nightly ritual for William, a way to bridge the distance between them even before they met face to face.

And of course, he also found his own unique way to communicate with the baby. Fluent in Swedish, he often spoke to your son in his native language, infusing his words with warmth and affection. It became a beautiful blend of languages filling the air around you, creating a rich tapestry of love and anticipation for the newest member of your family. 

**

As the hockey season pressed on, William found himself grappling with the challenges of being away from home during such a crucial time in your pregnancy. He juggled the demands of his career with the longing to be present for every milestone, no matter how small.

One evening, while William was away at an away game, you felt the first flutter of your baby's kicks. Excitement surged through you as you placed your hand on your belly, marvelling at the sensation. You couldn't wait to share this moment with William, eager for him to experience it first-hand.

However, when you spoke to him over the phone later that night, his voice was tinged with regret as he confessed that he had missed the moment. Despite his best efforts to be there for you, the demands of his career had pulled him away at the most inopportune time.

Despite the disappointment, you assured him that there would be plenty more opportunities for him to feel the baby's kicks. And true to your words, a few days later, as you lay together in the quiet darkness of the night, you felt another gentle kick against your hand.

With a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you woke William, his eyes widening with wonder as you shared the news. His hands immediately found their way to your belly, fingers lightly tracing the outline of your growing bump. And when he felt the baby's kick for himself, a broad smile spread across his face, illuminating the room with joy.

Unable to contain his excitement, William reached for his phone, fingers flying across the screen as he eagerly messaged Järnkrok and Lagesson, sharing the news of this precious milestone.

[catherinelid]

Okay, I wrote another tiny fic about Grillby's. Don't take it seriously (like basically all my fanfics), it's a total joke I wrote for fun. The song used is not mine, it's just one of the songs that I translated from my native language.

About love

It’s another boring gray evening. You come to Grillby’s every day, invisible to everyone, to listen to Sans playing guitar at the request of the locals. Yes, Sans is learning to play the guitar now. You were shocked, too.

You must pay tribute, if Sans really only recently began to learn this business, then he surprisingly quickly began to make progress. You can tell because you haven't missed a single concert. You quietly cheered him on every time he got nervous before a performance, and got worried when he messed up chords (which thankfully didn't happen very often) as if you were the one performing.

His playing reminded you of himself. There was something soft and soothing about it, but with a touch of mischief somehow.

The only thing you missed was Sans singing. You're sure his deep voice would have been perfect with a guitar, but unfortunately, Sans has never sung.

Now you are listening to the gentle sounds of the instrument again. You're almost falling asleep, since you barely slept today, and the slow music is just a perfect lullaby…

“thanks everyone! now i'd like to sing one song. it's dedicated to someone you don't know” - suddenly said Sans after playing another tune and receiving a round of applause.

All your sleep is gone. Is that really what you think it is? Sans is singing a song? To someone no one knows. Maybe you're already asleep? You pinched your arm, but no. Sans was really getting ready to sing to the curious gazes of the crowd.

However, the song that he started singing slightly surprised you.

Why don't I sing a song about love?

And why don't I invent a new genre?

A more catchy motif and poem

And get paid for the rest of my life

My song will be heard by thousands of eyes

My photo will sell by hundreds

And my darling will tell me: "It's about us!"

And will laugh at the lyrics my best friend

I'm gonna be a supernova superstar

Lots of money, a car, all that jazz

You will smile and you'll say "Just like cool!"

I will hug you - you're right

Just like cool!

You are right

Just like cool! I’ll hug you…

Why don't I write a song about love?

But it seems that the string just snapped

And my pen's out of ink, I'm sorry

Maybe next time

But now it's time to sleep!

What sleep! By the end of the song you were laughing so hard you don't think you'll sleep for another week. Coming here today was totally worth it! And was it just you, or did Sans wink at you at the end? Maybe you just imagined it.

You're wondering if he started learning guitar just to tease you.

Yeah, he probably did.

That's all, folks! XD Also, while we're on the subject of Sans singing to the guitar, I can't help but think of this video. I still love it.

[perceptionishuman]

Sing For Me

Jinsuk weaved through the broken remains of the once beautiful orthodox church. Torn apart by endless war and bloodshed, laying a pile of rubble and ash. No longer an adorning church, but a forgotten memory buried beneath debris of a past life. Jinsuk trailed her fingers along the few remaining pews, almost reverently rubbing the dust between her fingers and frowning.

Roman lifted his gaze away from Jinsuk and upward toward the drooping, crumbling ceiling. A gaping hole shone through as if it were mid-yawn, a ray of light spewing out of its mouth, bathing everything else in shadow. He moved toward Jinsuk, who was standing beneath the chasm of light, illuminating her as if she was an angel. Head lowered as she whispered something beneath her breath.

He called after her, careful not to trip over debris as he attempted to reach her. “Jinsuk. Stop. Go.” She ignored him even though he knew she knew what he meant still standing head bowed. They’d spent enough time together over the past few years that they understood some words from the others' native language.

Jinsuk might have been fond of the idea of getting crushed to death, but Roman was not. He huffed in frustration, grabbing her wrist. “Jinsuk!”

She looked up at him innocently with a look that said, ‘What?’ very, very sarcastically.

Roman aggressively pointed at the ceiling, making a slashing motion over his neck, then gestured toward the gaping doors.

Jinsuk slipped her hand out of his grasp and shrugged with a grin on her face. As if to say, ‘So? We were told to scout the area. We’re scouting.'

Roman blew out an exasperated sigh trailing behind her. This woman was going to get him killed.

She stopped just at the edge where the light cut into shadows. Brushing rubble back she pulled at something caught beneath. Roman moved to her side to help her. Together they pulled up some instrument case. The case was leather and black as tar, it was scratched and dented but otherwise intact. Roman wasn’t so sure the instrument inside would be.

Jinsuk gently laid the case on the rubble blowing off the dust. Her eyes lay on it with fascination, her fingers trailing over it finding their way to the clasps pausing then away again. She did this several more times, growing more and more hesitant.

She stood abruptly, brushing off her uniform, before taking two steps toward Roman. She leaned forward on the toes of her feet placing two fingers on his throat and calmly thrusting upward. His pulse raced at her touch.

 “Sing?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even.

She nodded eagerly. Sing was one of the words in his language she knew well. For some unbeknownst reason to Roman, she was fascinated by his voice. She was content listening to him talk for hours, even though she rarely knew what he was talking about. He guessed it was calming background noise for her; she’d fallen asleep to him talking more than once.

But what she really loved was when he sang. Whenever she wanted him to sing, she placed two fingers on his throat and pushed upward. Which was almost always. He’d tried asking her why many times, but he didn’t think his message went through clear any of the times because she never gave a clear answer. Or maybe she couldn’t think of a way to respond.

Roman took a deep breath, clamping his eyes shut, watching the music dance before his eyes. He sang a sad, melodic lullaby his grandmother used to sing him when he was young. Letting the emotions entangle him in a slow dance. The song poured into the church, echoing off the walls creating an ethereal effect. He made his voice lilt, adding flourishes to the song. He was glad Jinsuk couldn’t understand the childish words in the song.

Jinsuk's soft shifting steps moved away from him. Her uniform scraped against the ground. Something snapped open, and her boot scraped against the ground.

The final note of the song drifted from Roman’s mouth. He shut his mouth, his eyes still closed. A bow against string screeched in complaint of being used after so long, but slowly the off-tune notes formed real ones. The violin’s bittersweet melody surrounded him holding a fist over his heart.

Roman opened his eyes, watching Jinsuk sway with the music. His throat constricted. Her eyes were closed, her fingers curving and switching between notes. It took him a while to recognize the mournful song as his own. She leaned into the music, bathed in sunlight. The music wasn’t perfect; it wasn’t expert violin playing, but to Roman, it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. Her brow furrowed in concentration and deep emotion.

Jinsuk hit the last note and dropped the violin to her side, eyes fluttering open, her face flushed. She stepped toward Roman, pressing two fingers to his neck sliding them up. Then she stepped back, lifting the violin to her shoulder, and started another song, a song he’d sung to her often. One he knew at heart. It was a mirthful song, but if you listened closely, there was a sad undertone, and the more you listened, the sadder the song became. He lifted his voice in harmony with her instrument. Tapping out the beat against his leg, rocking back and forth on his heels with the music.

The sound of his voice and her violin laced their fingers together, seeping into the church’s darkness. Roman sang of a seemingly happy man. Torn and broken apart by war and famine, when he returned home, everything went on as if it was fine. His family thought he was happy, but at the end of his song he leaves them buried deep in the ground with the sadness they couldn’t see. Roman’s mother used to hate the song, scolding Roman’s father whenever he sang it. Roman never understood why it was such an upbeat song. It wasn’t until he was older that he understood the lyrics and the tone.

He whispered the last two words of the song, echoing off the walls as if the church whispered along with him. Jinsuk lowered the violin. They stood there in silence for minutes, staring at each other. Then Jinsuk outstretched her palm laying it over his heart. It hammered beneath her gentle touch. She gazed up into his faded blue eyes with her dark ones.

Jinsuk whispered, “That what I feel, hear, when you sing.”

Roman’s throat went dry. He wasn’t surprised she’d spoken English; they’d been learning it slowly together in hopes one day they’d escape their countries and go to America. Yet no one had ever said something so… sweet? Lovely? Strange? Staggering? No, there wasn’t a right word for what she’d said meant to him. He repeated the words under his breath softly.

Jinsuk turned, her hand falling from his chest, and placed the violin back in its case lowering the lid like it was a coffin, but in a way it was. She shut the clasps and laid them in the middle of the church right under the sun. She stood and bowed to the violin, a homage to its last performance.

Roman wished he could stay in that moment forever with her. Singing, talking, even just sitting in silence together, but she slipped away too soon. Away from him, away from the church and their music. All he could do was follow in her wake.

They stepped out of the church into the open air. Jinsuk looked back one last time, watching, a twinge of sadness lingering in her eyes as she looked up at Roman. He took her hand, giving her a small smile, and they walked away.

[tachiguin]

hi, english is not my native language, so sorry for any mistakes... you know about the songs of bsd characters? I really love your analyzes and theories, it seems like there was nothing about songs among them, maybe there are any thoughts about them?

Hello there, Anon! I'm happy to hear that you like my posts :) And thank you so much for asking; as it happens, I do know about the songs. Though if I'm being honest, the only one I listen to semi-regularly is Tanizaki's "Bewitching Screens" (usually when I'm roleplaying/writing fanfiction with him and need the inspiration).

I do have some thoughts, though I think the reason I never posted anything about the song is because I feel like the lyrics are kind of self-explanatory anyhow, but they do reinforce my interpretation/meta of Tanizaki.

Rambles under the cut :)

His song has a very low key, chill vibe, but only at first. It goes from carefree and casual, to something with a darker, more aggressive undertone, then finally, the ending, (which I will touch on later in this post). It's representative of who Tanizaki is as a character-- the deceptive "softboy" energy he has normally, which belies his proclivity towards violence and darker psyche.

Also, it's worth noting that the lyrics kinda just come out and confirm that Tanizaki has "secrets [he doesn't] want to tell anyone", particularly in regards to "[his] existence". The song is essentially him singing about himself, repeating the usual narrative:

Maybe that’s why miscellaneous odd jobs is sort of my specialty My social status is so-so Even getting carried away is fine,

My redeeming quality is probably my diligence I don’t even want to shed blood As far as myself is concerned

But these verses always end on a darker note:

But there is only one thing I cannot forgive

But don’t cross over the forbidden territory.

Of course, I think the other reason why I never really talked much about the character songs is because I wasn't sure how much of an input Asagiri actually had in their lyrics/composition. Like sure, there's definitely some reading between the lines to be done, but at the end of the day, I felt like it didn't really tell me anything new about Tanizaki, it's just a song about what can already be deduced based on his actions in the series.

BUT! One thing I always found interesting was that his character song ends with "Sayonara" (goodbye), WHICH could be interpreted as just a melodramatic thing thrown in there for the aesthetic, but… I guess it wouldn't be me if I didn't read too deeply into things that probably aren't that deep. I do recall reading a comment once (which I cannot find atm, if you think you're the person who originally made this connection then lmk and I'll mention you if you want) that Dazai and Tanizaki's character songs both end on the "goodbye", though now that I'm actually looking into it, it's completely different, because Dazai says "goodbye" in English (a.k.a. its another "Guddo Bai" reference, which is a completely different meta that I'm certain someone else has already written)

The thing is that there's multiple different ways to say "bye" in Japanese, and "sayonara" has a certain sentimental connotation, therefore, its really awkward and a dead giveaway that you're not a native speaker if you use it in casual conversation. The correct way to say 'goodbye' to a friend would be some variant of "Jaa mata ne" (see you later then), though notably this is pretty informal and should not be used with a coworker or teacher or senior-- but I digress! The point is that "sayonara" has the implication that you may not see the other party for a long time, possibly forever.

Okay the other element here is that, assumably, he's singing to Naomi, due to this verse:

I want to protect you (I want to be here) I want to protect you (I cannot forgive this) I want to protect (the incorruptible) everything “you” are –

Which, combined with the "sayonara", really kinda makes me wonder. I think the easy interpretation to get out of this is further reinforcement of the "Naomi is actually an ability construct and her real self died in Middle School" theory, which is valid, but also, consider that the rest of the song is about who Tanizaki is. In the chorus, he asks the listener:

Slowly…look, at the illusionary screen Tell me, what do you see?

To me, it sounds like Tanizaki is asking "do you see the real me, hidden behind this facade of ordinariness?". And when he wants "to protect the incorruptible"-- he doesn't want "you" (Naomi?) to know about this darker side to him. Again, that's just what I'm getting from the song lyrics, which weren't necessarily written with Asagiri's manga canon in mind (still unsure?). But, this interpretation is supported by the fact that Tanizaki only ever snaps when Naomi is in danger, therefore unconscious, and ignorant to Tanizaki's actions following her being harmed.

Personally, I think it's a disservice to Naomi's character to think she's completely unaware of Tanizaki's darker psyche, the side of him who would literally burn the world down if it meant keeping Naomi safe, but… BSD never claimed to write women with agency :,) On the other hand, as much as Naomi acts airheaded and oblivious, we also frequently see a much more perceptive side of her, usually, when Tanizaki isn't in the picture. It's canonically stated that Naomi is, in fact, smarter and more observant than her brother, but, just like Tanizaki, this "hidden" side of her only emerges when Tanizaki isn't around to witness it.

Anyway, that was kind of off topic from the character song, but what I was getting at was that the "sayonara" means that Tanizaki has revealed his "true self" to "you"/Naomi, therefore, he's saying farewell to the peaceful illusion he had built between them— of himself, as just a "normal guy", and of their relationship, just an innocent sibling pair that used to be high-schoolers.

Hopefully my rambles satisfied your curiosity, Anon! It's a good song, and it's pretty validating for my headcanons/metas.

[lady-of-endless]

Hello! I hope you're doing well. May I please request a romantic matchup for One Piece?

My pronouns are she/her and I prefer men.

Personality: Leo, INFJ, 1w9, HP house Ravenclaw. Making an effort to understand myself and others is important to me, so that leads to long periods of pondering my actions, as well as others’. I love having me time, though I enjoy being with those close to me from time to time. I'm very supportive, encouraging, reserved, clumsy, easily flustered, athletic, conscientious, witty and sarcastic. Though I unintentionally come across as intimidating, I'm rather gentle and caring. I'm pretty stoic and some misinterpret it as being emotionless (I honestly just want the best for everyone). I rarely lose my cool. I’m adventurous and have completed a dream of mine–living/working in a country that doesn’t speak my native language. I actively search for things to be thankful for to remind myself that there's a lot of beauty in the world, and I'm glad to experience it. I adore challenging myself both intellectually and physically. I am happiest when seeking out information, reason, and understanding. I’m really kinda superstitious…

I work as a foreign language teacher, so my job requires me to have patience, be understanding, be able to think on my feet, and be creative. I'm incredibly determind, which helps push me through difficult days. I strongly encourage those I teach to speak their minds and have open discussions.

My love languages are definitely acts of service and words of affirmation. I don't dislike physical affection when it's from my s/o, but I don't tend to seek it out. Quality time is fine, especially when we're just doing our own thing but sitting near each other. I will always appreciate gifts but hate feeling like I owe others.

Likes and Dislikes: I love discussing topcs that revolve around enigmas. It's not as important to have others agree with me as it is to explore the unknown with them. I like practicing the languages I know, biology, demonology, genealogy, reading, museums, Victorian history, singing, alternative rock and metal music, and exploring my surroundings. Cats and rodents are top tier pets. A large portion of what I read/watch relates to the occult. I dislike storms, large bodies of water, and people who always turn disagreements into arguments.

Hobbies: Writing horror stories, DnD, reading, singing, listening to music, playing the piano, dancing, watching horror movies, drawing, and yoga. As an avid horror fan, animated movies are for sure a guilty pleasure of mine.

Appearance: long wavy auburn hair and my eyes are more of a honey brown. I always wear round glasses. I'm pale with freckles on my cheeks and nose. 5’9, lean, more of an hourglass shape and have a bit of muscle. I mostly wear black and white, but also lilac :) My asthetic is a mix between grunge and dark academia.

I hope this wasn't too painfully long! 💜💜

Author's Note: Thank you for your request! Please dont apologize for the long description, it's helpful and very enjoyable. Hope you'll like it!

I ship you with... Mihawk!

(lovely gif is not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

- Your ambitious personality draws him in, thinking of how beneficial is to collaborate with someone as ambitious and capable as him. Not to mention your ability to not lose your cool.

- He's feelings go from doubt, to fascination, to respect and then to attraction. He also takes time to understand himself and his feelings so it will definitely be a slow burn.

- He likes that you take time to ponder and then act. Whenever he sees you deep in thought he can't help it but wonder what's going on in that pretty mind of yours.

- Please be a little sarcastic with him too, he'll secretly like that.

- The fact that you try to find the beautiful things in life is something that he wants to learn from you but won't admit. You'll see him try though.

- Unintentionally intimidating looking? You two would look like such a power couple, oh my. Also your grunge and dark academia aesthetic goes so damn well with his aesthetic.

- He thinks that you are a magnificent woman. As days go on and he discovers more about you, you slowly become his muse.

- Because he knows just how determined, analytical and creative you are, he'll probably propose you to come with him to Cross Guild meetings. You'll be a fine addition and a great advisor. (this also gets him the chance to show you off)

- I think that even some of your likes and hobbies will perfectly match his. So perfectly that Mihawk is a bit doubtful at first. He's a bit confused, he always thought that his likes were a bit well, unique.

- Will love to spend a late night talking with you about enigmas and the occult over a glass of wine.

- He will ask you if you could play the piano for him after he had a long day. You may not notice but he looks the most enamoured when you're playing the piano for him.

- Oh and expect reading dates. He takes pride in his library so that's where you two would spend most of the time together.

- He takes note of your dislikes. During stormy weather, Mihawk will invite you next to him to keep you warm. He will start reading to you so that you'll hear his voice instead of the wind and the thunders from outside. He hates it when disagreements turn into arguments as well, so expect him to always come to you and discuss calmly whatever disagreement you two might have.

- Dear, to me you sound like the perfect match for Mihawk, I have nothing else to say.

[themadsquirrel09]

On our hands

Written for this 🧡 @kenmanweek2023 ❤️ 

Fandom ☆ South Park

Ship ☆ KenMan ♡ KenEric (Eric Cartman x Kenny McCormick) 

Characters ☆ Kenny, Eric, bit of Mr. Kitty, Stan, Kyle, “Firkle” Smith.

Rating ☆ M

Warnings ☆ Violence, drugs (well, just tegridy), swearing, fluffiness that might give you cavities. They are aged up here. Also, English is not my native language; If you find mistakes, and tell me so I can fix them, I thank you.

Summary ☆ Kenny wonders what is it that keeps him close to his childhood friends, that night he finds out part of that answer. 

About it ☆ December 6th's theme was “Clubhouse!” I’m turning up late because I couldn't stop editing =u=’’ This fanfic works as a one shot, it is also part of an AU I'm slowly working on.

☆ 2664 words ☆

With love: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Stan

If I think about it, my life is damped by weirdness, dread, fun, and death. Maybe that's why I don't think about it, I just try to face it all with an unreadable look, and a calm disposition. It's ironic, then, that I find satisfaction in those moments of intense feeling, when I can’t contain laughter, pleasure, surprise, or even anger.

Makes me wonder if that’s why we are still always around each other; the four of us, I mean, it is like something sticks us together. Is it my love for intense feelings what keeps me close to my favorite assholes?

I make it to the bus stop, lazy steps, a bit of a blurred view, both because of the snow, and the black eye I have. I'm the first one here today, it's just me, and the snowflakes descending, dancing at the will of the fierce wind.

It's so fucking cold, but I have a trick for it. I look around to make sure nobody is close, take a deep breath, and start singing.

“Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune

For merely dreaming we were snow”    

Smiling, feeling how my body relaxes a little, I keep the tempo in mind.

“A siren sounds like the goddess

Who promises endless apologies of paradise

And only she can make it right

So things are different tonight”  

Almost without noticing, my eyes are closed, and I'm gesturing with my hands.

“We'll go together in flight”    

My left hand bumps on something, someone! I jump to the side; it can't be sweet (possibly drunk) Stan, or an always open to listen Kyle, it has to be Eric fucking Cartman. I throw off my balance, and he grabs me by the hoodie’s collar, pulling me close to his face like he wants to fight.

He seems pissed, but not exactly, like some emotion I can't name burns from inside.

“Your face looks like shit!” He snaps.

“Fuck off!” He scoffs, and releases me slowly, almost like he waits until I have my balance back to do it. Weirded out by how quiet he gets, I have to ask: “What’s wrong with you, dumb-ass?” 

“With me? I’m not the one with an ass-face.” 

“Ass-face?” That reminds me of an old joke we pulled together, and I’m about to laugh, but he doesn't seem amused; he points at his right eye. Oh, the black eye! I almost forgot. “Yeah, well...” I trail off, I don't know why, I really want to talk about anything that isn’t my singing, so maybe he forgets about it.

“You are still doing it, aren't you, Kenny?” He takes out a cigarette package, and puts one between his lips. Then he starts looking for something as he keeps speaking. “You know, playing to be the hero at night”.

I freeze. 

How? Among all the possibilities, how does he know? He looks at me, and when our eyes lock, he seems surprised for a second, then he looks away. 

That unreadable look I try to keep dropped for a second, Eric caught me smiling like an idiot, (not my polite smile, neither the one I use to flirt); there’s just something about it that makes me happy. Cartman is now searching in his backpack, frustrated.

Getting close, I take out my matches, and light one. I've always loved everything about that: the smell of the matches, the way it sounds when you light it, the fire itself; even if I've died burnt alive, I still feel the same.

Since I'm so enamored looking at the flame, I flinch a little when Cartman takes my hand, he holds it still, and lights his cigarette. I look at Eric's soft features as he takes a drag with his eyes closed.

How is it that someone like him makes me feel calm right now?

“Ok, you got me.” I finally say; when he looks at me, I take the match, and turn it off with my tongue, enjoying the sensation, the taste, and, of course, the disgusted look on Eric's face. I laugh at him, and I catch him smiling at that.

“Are you smoking, again, Cartman?!” Kyle still tries to be the moral compass of this group, and so he tries to bat the cigarette out of Eric's hand, while dragging a mildly drunk Stan. 

The day takes its course.

It is one of those days, though, when I find myself standing close to Cartman, sitting at the desk next to him, feeling like smoking when he sneaks out. Listening to his voice, following every senseless word.

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It shouldn't be such a surprise, that when the night comes, and I find myself looking at Mysterion in the mirror, I remember what Eric said in the morning.

“Was he worried?” The question comes out loud, followed by a snort. I feel so stupid for even considering that, and at the same time, I can't shake the feeling that my hunch is correct.

But I have to focus, this is important to me. All the other's took it as a game, and that's ok, I guess, sometimes I wonder if everything is just a sick game.

I wonder if I'll ever run out of lives.

I always find myself face to face with that question when death is near, and it is happening again, right now, as a rabbit masked guy punches me in the face. Oh no, not the eye that was already black, you motherfucker. I punch back as hard as I can, and look at the little goth, who's crying. He is the victim this time, I might not get his money back, but at least he will be alive.

“Dude! Fucking run!” I get to say before the creep gets up, and hits me right in the gut. I fall to the floor, but feel relieved when I see the goth is already running away.

Through my grunts, and the sound of the beating I'm taking, I hear a siren. Immediately, my attacker stops, and bails. He doesn’t even pick up the gun I got to kick from his hand. The fuck just happened? Has my luck finally changed? I smile at the thought of that, then I pass out.

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“Did I die, and went to heaven... again?” I ask faintly when all I can see are those pensive eyes so close to mine, illuminated by colorful lights. The puzzled look is also pretty. 

“If you think this is heaven, I'll have to take you to the hospital.” I shake my head at the word hospital. Where did you go? 

“I hate hospitals!” 

“I know, Kenny, but then why do you keep doing this?” He comes back with a wet cloth, and keeps cleaning my face; I start to understand little by little. 

“Eric?” 

“What?!” He snaps, why is he pissed? 

“Where am I?” 

“In our Clubhouse.” Even now that we grew up, this place is huge. Cartman even had electricity installed, but it all looks so much better! Like he has been spending a lot of time here. I think about what he just said, our clubhouse, huh? Smiling hurts, but I can't help it.

“How did I get here?” He looks at me for a bit. I wonder if it is the colorful Christmas lights he uses for the place, how he patiently cleans my wounds, or a concussion, but I can't stop noticing how cute he is. Well, at least with my good eye.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? I heard a noise, I followed it, and found you here.” I can’t remember that, it hurts my head just to try.

“Why are you helping me?” He laughs.

“How do you know I'm helping you? Maybe I'm just curious to see you die.” Eric puts his hands around my neck, and presses a bit. He has the softest hands I've ever felt. I let out a satisfied hum.

“Erotic asphyxiation has been one of my favorite deaths, go ahead then.” He lets go instantly.

“Goddammit, Kenny!” Cartman stands up, and storms out. I close my eye for a second, and breath, trying to stop myself from laughing, as it really hurts. I hear his steps on the wood, the water running. We even got plumbing installed, didn't we? 

When I look at him from afar, a realization hits me, my laughter dies instantly.

I haven't noticed because the mask, ears, and cape are missing, but Eric is in his disguise: he is The Coon. Looking down, I find I'm laying over a sleeping bag, and it is not a cover what keeps me warm, but The Coon's cape. My heart hammers with all its might, like it wants to be left out to curse, and explode.

I wonder if this time I'm going to die from a heart attack.

Why would you save my life, and then lie about it?! It can't be, right? But I have to know. So I stand up, ignoring how much it fucking hurts, grabbing what I can to get close to him. He turns, maybe at the sound of my steps, and rushes to me just before my legs give up, I fall into his arms, and we both land on the floor.

“Kenny!” Oh, you can’t fake that voice, that urgent look in the eyes. He curses as he takes me back to the sleeping bag. “Kenny, what the hell?” 

“You fucking liar!” He ignores my accusation, as he seems more worried about treating a reopened wound. “If you just want to see how I die, then stop trying, let me die!” I bat his hand away from me, and Eric turns red out of anger, but it also looks like he is about to cry.

“Shut up, Kenny, you asshole!” I take my hand to his face, and place it in his burning cheek. 

“You don't wanna see me die, huh? You saved my life,” He looks at me, his frown dissolves. “Admit it!” 

“OK! You got me! God fucking damn it,” He leans a bit into my hand. “Will you stop crying now?” Then he goes back to the bandages, tightening loose ends.

“I'm not crying.”

“Ha! Who's the liar now? Fucker,” As he says that, he goes away for a bit, and when I touch my face I notice that yes, I'm crying, I'm not really sure why, but it is relieving, so I let the tears flow. 

Eric comes back. “Here,” he offers me a neatly made blunt, “You are always on about the medicinal powers of weed, and shit.” Honestly, I never thought he was listening to me. I grab him, and pull him into a hug.

“Let me go, Kenny… ” He says weakly, not bothering to fight my affection. And I remember this morning, I was wondering what kept me close to Stan, Kyle, and Cartman. I'm pretty sure about the answer now, at least when it comes to Eric. 

“I don't wanna let go,” He sits up slowly, and I cling onto his neck, allowing him to lift me up. “Thank you, Eric,” I say, holding him tight. And it is weird, how the happiness, and affection I feel at this moment makes me forget about the physical pain. As a reply, I feel his arms wrap around me softly.

“Am I a hero?” I really wish I noticed before that I wasn't the only one who took it seriously. I finally let him go, to look into his eyes.

“You are a hero,” I admit, he smiles, seeming sincerely touched; I take his hands in mine, and hold them, “You are my hero.” I enjoy the shocked, then flustered look as he struggles to escape my grip. It is not everyday you get to see the shy side of Cartman, it is like the hidden face of the moon.

I take the blunt from his hand, and look for my matches. When I find them, I place myself with my back against the wall, he sits beside me. I take a drag, and pass it to him before it goes out. When I watch how the smoke escapes his lips, I feel mine go dry remembering our kissing lessons; but then I look at his eyes, and notice the dark circles under them. 

“This place looks better than ever, are you living here, or what?” 

“Sometimes. I like it here.” 

“You said it is our clubhouse, so I can come whenever I want, right?” 

“Well… ” He gives me back the blunt, and gets himself inside the sleeping bag, “Only if you finish it.”

“The hell are you talking about, Eric?”

“The song, the one you were singing at the bus stop.”

“Dude,” my voice comes out low, but my heart protests loudly; now I'm the one feeling shy. “It's a fucking long song, like 7 minutes, shit!”

“I don't care, Kenny, it is our clubhouse, but my garden. If you wanna make a deal, start singing.” He lies on his side, smiling at me, so full of himself. Then he closes his eyes; I know it won't take him long to fall asleep. Fuck! 

Fuck it. 

I take that old smartphone the guys gave me years ago, and play the song's karaoke. I breathe into my gut, and let it out. 

“Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune

For merely dreaming we were snow

A siren sounds like the goddess

Who promises endless apologies of paradise

And only she can make it right

So things are different tonight”  

It might be dumb, but the song makes sense to me for the first time. I take another puff, looking at Eric, wondering if he is still awake.

“We'll go together in flight”  

I hope he is sleeping, as I slowly lie on my side, facing him, making sure not to sing too loud the next part.

“It's now and never

A reverie endeavor

Awaits somnambulant directives

To take the helm

Believe me, darling

The stars were made for falling

Like melting obelisks

As tall as another realm”  

Oh, shit, the part in french! If he is listening, he'll never let me live this one down.

But I’m determined to finish what I started.

“Un ensemble d'enfants

La galaxie s'étend

Jardin de l'imagination

Combler la lacune

Roller passé la lune

Comme nous evoluons

It feels like flying

But maybe we're dying

A cosmic confluence of

Pyramids hologrammed

She knows you heard her

Staging music murder

In line before the show began

To be where I am”      

I hear a noise, that's when I see Mr. Kitty! 

The cat comes right to me, and crashes our foreheads, which hurts, but mostly makes me laugh; I take it as cat affection. He climbs Cartman’s side, who grunts softly, but seems asleep.

“To know

We are beyond a bow

And lo, the hues arrange to show

It's perfectly clear”    

It is strange how Eric can look so peaceful. His hands are right in front of me, so I take them in mine. 

There’s no reaction.

“You look quite divine tonight

Here among these vibrant lights

Pure delights surround us as we sail

Signed, yours truly, the whale

Joy mirage's kingdom come

No one left at stake

Now that existence is on the wake

Let's see what we can make”     

Mr. Kitty climbs down, and lies right between us, looking at me.

I hum, then sing a bit to him, getting a loud purr as a reply.

“Bye, hi

Sigh, Hawaii

We never meant to part

Sublime, thy art     

One light

Higher than the Sun

Invisible to some

Until it's time”      

At the last verse, my gaze falls on our hands, and I fight how sleepy I am just to linger a bit in the sensation. 

Drifting to the point of no return, I feel Eric’s hands squeezing mine lightly, I wonder if I'm already dreaming.

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The end (for now!)

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Final notes 💌

I loved writing this, and I hope you loved reading it!

A little of context: they are in the last year of school. If something is left unsaid, it is because I'm slowly working on this AU for my favorite troublemakers. 

About the song: I chose one that would suit Kenny’s voice, I thought this one was good, and my own Mr Kitty agreed! Kenny learned to sing, reaching a professional level on S04E04 ∣ Quintuplets 2000. That song, as I see it, ended up working on more levels than expected, you can find it here.

[deepdonutkid]

a little game... sort of

There is probably something like this in other or even this fandom too, but I thought it might be a fun idea to get to know the other people in this fandom a bit better. I will tag some mutuals/people(I think are really really cool), but of course no pressure there. And anybody else seeing this: You can always participate!

Just state your favorite character and five things you have in common with them. Those can be big or small!

I start! Katniss from THG and I have in common:

I had to take care of my younger siblings since I was 12. My younger brother even looks a little like prim’s desription in the books. I love them both so, so much. One of them also has an animal pet name. I fondly call him Levchki, which means little lion.

My mother used to braid my hair a lot, when I was a kid. Because her own hair was too thin to be braided in more elevated looks, she loved to do mine.

My primary love language is food. Give me food and I already trust you more and I’m much more willing to forgive you. Sharing food is something so personal to me.

I learned a lot from my father, from all the basic life skills to foraging and fishing. And I even have knowledge about several plants from this region, when it comes to healing and home medicine.

My native people are known as a singing folk. Whenever we are in deep emotions, we tend to sing. Preferably in nature! But we also used it to start our revolution. If you’re curios, search for the singing revolution! There is even a documentary about it. However, I’m not from Estonia, but from Latvia. All Baltic countries joined the singing revolution. There is even a stereotype about Latvians, who seem to be always singing. In my case, I do sing a lot, not particually good, but often and a lot of random shit. I have a song for making pancakes per example.

tagging: @thesmileykate @peetapiepita @rosegardeninwinter @thesweetnessofspring @everdares (and my lovely tumblr besties @justalonelyslytherin and @writingskaska )

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

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I thin it's also because he kinda of has a deep voice? And as you said he also doens't sound someone who's best at korean too and it's because there's an accent to his speaking and his voice is deep and like the way his tongue rolls while speaking you can immediately say he's not a smooth speaker even in his native language. Jimin has a little bit of that when speaking English, like you can tell it's different for him to pronounce certain words or they sound a bit different but he's like wayyyyyy better than taehyung like taehyung's 98% English singing goes above my head while in jimin's case it's just few words only and he sounds GREAT and very smooth in Angel song so he's improved.

In my opinion RM (his voice is also deep but of course he knows the language and is fluent), yoongi, and jungkook these are the three who's English has no accent atleast to yg's and jungkook's so they do pronounce the English words better than other members. Then comes jimin definitely. This is just about the pronounciation part and nothing about them knowing the language and all.

No, it definitely has nothing to do with the tone of his voice.

I personally don't think Jungkook or Yoongi speak without an accent either, and a lot of times I don't understand Jungkook when he sings in English. Yoongi drags his word and has the same issue as Taehyung when speaking any language imo. He just doesn't open his mouth around the words.

Twice's English version of "can't stop me" comes to mind, because it came out around the time BTS were promoting dynamite and I remember listening to it and couldn't help comparing how good their English was and how bad BTS are, in comparison. And I don't think twice are fluent, either. Because it doesn't have to do with being fluent, they just probably practiced a lot before recording the song, the same way I think I've seen Jungkook say he practiced or the same way Jimin was studying English for like two years.

Maybe something could be said about stylistic choices in the pronunciation or intonation for Taehyung when he sings, like Jimin sings English differently in like crazy vs how he sings in butter or we don't talk anymore cover. You can tell he's making choices on how to sing them. But Taehyung sounds the same when speaking English too, so it can't be passed off as stylistic choice.

A lot of people who are native English speakers make it extremely hard to understand what they're singing a lot of times because of these stylistic choices. It's not singing, but just last night I was watching some clips from my policeman with Harry Styles because it's been a while since I've watched the movie and didn't remember some scenes. And he's not really a good actor, but I kept thinking how much his way of speaking affects his acting lol. I was literally thinking that his acting might even improve if he worked with with a speech coach. Just something about the inflection of his voice and the lack of emotion when he speaks, even though he's able to sing acapella really well and lovely. But when he talks he just doesn't have that emotion. Likewise, there's no emotion in Taehyung's singing either.

[nyxthejinx-rantsaboutlads]

oh no, i totally get that. like i said, the main story is often like… the VA’s trial almost. because they haven’t fully connected with the character.

i don’t pay attention to the “iconic” lines as much because they’re definitely constructed a certain way and they lack the… gravitas of english voice acting because they’re definitely constructed scene is made for asian dubbing. and english dubbing is often just a little bit different.

when it comes to caleb, i think he’ll get there eventually. i think he mostly practiced the boy next door meme lord delivery (which is honestly… chef’s kiss. he’s so real and it’s so fun to listen to him talk casually). for the psychotic break in the maze scene… he needed to employ something akin of… willem dafoe let’s say. but i think he hasn’t unlocked that in him yet. that takes time. i’m sure he’ll get there. or actually it may just be that they chose to have him not be too intense bc english dub caleb skews more towards “sweet childhood friend” and isn’t very yandere at all if you really look at it. he’s just… depressed.

sylus however… god he’s great. it’s unfortunate you haven’t been able to fully get on board yet. hopefully you do! i think there’s a stark difference between shin and sylus, even as characters. to appreciate sylus, you have to really… see sylus for what he is. even MC is not the same entirely. i think ordinary traces and grasslands would really help broaden your outlook a bit.

sylus is also the only one out of all his counterparts who actually plays into the tone deafness. so when he starts practicing singing, you can really tell he’s getting better. the VA does so much to add dynamics to his portrayal. to appreciate sylus is to understand why he speaks the way he does.

i’d also recommend his abyssal chaos final farewell story too. it’s unvoiced but his story really breaks down who sylus truly is as a person and you understand more and more why he speaks the way he does. he talks in a calm and controlled cadence because he’s trying to have people feel comfortable around him, to sound more human. but it’s deep and characteristic because he’s not fully human, he’s a dragon. if you look at his performance from that lens, especially through the conventions of the english language and how dragons are portrayed in english… you’ll see how good his VA’s performance is.

i find it helps to not compare the dubs because the characters themselves are very different across the dubs, even though it’s the same story essentially. it’s like… andrew garfield and tobey maguire both play the same character within a similar origin story, but their portrayal isn’t the same. but there’s something to appreciate about either.

hopefully you enjoy my recommendations! i tend to choose voice lines that amuse me and scratch my brain, so they’re mostly playful deliveries that makes you feel like you’re talking to a close friend.

Coming here after listening to your Sylus recommendations. I enjoyed some lines but the overall experience wasn't too satisfying for me, I'm afraid my brain isn't just wired for it :(

Disclaimer!! Everything I say down here is just my perception of the voice acting. It's a "me problem" because I'm used to certain ways to speak and my ear picks up the differences very easily, hence I cringe even if I don't want to (there's nothing to cringe about)

Unfortunately, even if they tried to tone down Caleb's feelings, I didn't really perceive him as depressed. That's the thing I think, I don't pick up the character's feelings at all. I'm someone who believes firmly in free interpretation and details that are for the reader/viewer/listener to notice, but there's a difference between hiding something between the lines and not putting it there at all.

It hurts to say this but some lines are delivered in a way that reminds me of those listening exercises we used to do in school, where they had us listen to native speakers reading out texts: it was clear they were reading and their rhythmic cadence followed a pattern in order to make it understandable without many problems.

I noticed a pattern in Sylus' speech too, his voice always goes down the same exact way at the end of each sentence, even questions. That didn't sit too well with me, just like I don't enjoy he's always speaking in a whisper or a murmur. The explanation you tried to give makes sense, but there are ways to make your voice softer around the edges without choking it and taking away all the strength when speaking.

Even knowing Sylus as a character, even keeping in mind that he's a dragon, I feel like much of his depth isn't brought forward. Just like with Caleb (though Sylus' VA is more expressive) the emotions and nuances don't seep through enough. I'm not saying I want them served on a silver platter, I just want them somewhere. But again, this is me being used to very expressive and dramatic languages, I recognise it's just a me problem if it feels flatter in comparison.

(I'm not trying to actively compare the voice acting with my native language or anything, it's just that my ear is very used to hearing certain things and it automatically detects differences as I said)

All that said, as much as it's true that things will be lost in translation and some are impossible to translate perfectly from a language to another, I don't really agree with the idea that characters are totally different because of their voice acting.

Tobey's Spider-Man and Andrew's Spider-Man are totally different people. Andrew's Spider-Man isn't a remake of Tobey's with just some changes, they're not voicing the same character in different languages, they're two different people entirely even though they're both Spider-Man (literally the "same character, different actor" discourse falls apart if we take into account the Spiderverse movies/comics)

Sylus, however, is Sylus. Some things are necessarily going to be different between the English one and the Japanese one, but the character should stay the same. Because it is the same character. Watching something with a different dub from the original means losing something from the og and gaining something from the dub, but not completely changing the interpretation of a character.

I expect to experience the same product in the end, voice acting is at its core a way to make content accessible to people who speak different languages after all. Only lately it's considered as the luxury to choose between one instead of another just because we feel like it.

Take Disney for example, or old Disney at least, I don't know if they still do it now. All their castings were made with a goal in mind: every voice actor in every language had to sound like the original, because the dubbing was a tool to spread content across the world so that everyone could understand and enjoy the experience, despite the necessary changes that had to go through.

Anyways!

Sorry for the long ass post, I hope I didn't come off as aggressive I was just very invested in answering with my exact thoughts 😭 I'll watch your Caleb suggestions when I have time because I think he'll shine fr in the role of goofy ass meme lord. Only once I'm done I can say for sure whether I like it or not.

I honestly found myself appreciating sylus if inserted in those themed playlists you can find on YouTube. Some of them are chef kiss. That's somewhat of a win ig, considering I didn't like it at all to begin with. Hope you'll always enjoy the game and have luck with the pulls!!

[behind-corner]

WE FROM A TO Z

Analizis - I make lots of analizis about people inside of my head.

Bands - There are so many bands that i like or would want listen to.

Citruses - I absolutely hate eating citruses.

Duality - I have a dual personality, i can be cute and in second to change into deep dark depressed weirdo.

Eating - I love good and tasty food.

Fan - I'm a big Star Wars fan from my childhood. Firefly could telling stories about it.

Garage - I and my another friend (which we can start calling Nova) have a band and play in her garage.

Handwork - It's my biggest hobby, i absolutely love crochetting. I used to hate it but now i crochet everyday.

Introverted - I'm a big introvert, expecelly around new people.

Jackets - My closet is full of different jackets, i love wearing them.

Kalimba - Only music instrument that I own.

Language - I'm absolutely awful in learning foregien languages, but i love my native one.

Metalhead - Do i really need to write something else here?

Norway - I absolutely live Norway and all Scandinavian countries. I would like to visit them one day.

Otamatone - The most cutest musical instrument. How cool would be to play at it in metalband?

Platypus - My favourite animal. I relate to it so much because is as weird as I.

Quiz - I love to play a board games with my family, but i mostly prefer a quiz ones.

Reading - I was born as bookworm.

Singing - I sing now a whole year. Yey.

Time - My biggest enemy. It goest extremly slow or extremly fast.

Vinils - I collect records. I absolutely love 70s and 80s and bit if 90s. So i own retro technic like gramophone and walkman.

Writting - I could write all day long if my hand wouldn't start ache and ideas wouldn't stop flowing to my mind.

Xenon - I love equations. Chemistry is full of them but i stil don't like it that much.

Yarn - Thing i spend lost of my money on. I have extreme amount of it at home.

Zentangle - Style in which i draw mostly, if i even draw. I love drawing cartoon flowers.

Your Nyx.

A- ATLA. Another great show and a childhood classic of mine.

B- Books! I love reading even though it's hard to focus on them from time to time

C- Clangen. I love this game so much if you can't tell already (/lh)

D- Drawing is my life and my soul even if I'm not that great at it right now.

E- Education. I love learning new things all the time!

F- Flight rising! A really nice cozy dragon game

G- Games. I absolutely love online games if it's not obvious by like 50% of the alphabet being games

H- Home. Social interaction is tiring as heck, so I like to stay at home most of the time.

I- Imagination. I have a really strong one and love to daydream especially in school.

J- Journal. I do keep one but I'm horrible at being consistent

K- Knitting. I have tried it but it takes way too much patience.

L- Lore. I love me a game with some good lore. Most likely because I watched game theory too much as a kid

M- Music. I absolutely love listening to all kinds of music all the time

N- Negativity. I tend to think pretty negatively about myself which can suck sometimes.

O- Ocean. While I have never been near any ocean It looks so nice and I would like to at least get close to it.

P- Pixel cat's end! Also a really nice game and very user friendly

Q- Quail. Just a silly bird that looks very cute. What else would you want from a bird?

R- Raccoon. I love racoons so much I wish you could kep them

S- Summer. My favourite season even though mosquitos are a pain.

T- The Owl House!!! Go check it out. It's an amazing show and we were robbed of s3

U- Understanding. I'm usually the mediator of my group so I'm pretty good at trying to understand people before judging

V- Vacation. One week of school and I already need it

W- Winter. My second favorite season! I love sculpting things out of the snow so much

X- X-ray. Because I've never actually had one thanks to never breaking any bone in my body I still find them quite scary

Y- Yo-yo. I have a friend trying to teach me yo-yo tricks even though I'm horrible at it

Z- Zombie. Because I feel like one whenever I'm at school. It's tiring.

Your Firefly

[diabelskoga]

the pirate's worn knuckles gently tapping against the kitchen's doorframe. Thankfully, he was on time to celebrate this unusual day with his little brother as well, not to forget the straw hat crew. The concept of love was way too foreign for someone who haven't felt that particular feeling for years now and ace was wearing it on his sleeve like some kind of rich jewelry.

Once he's caught the cook's attention, a warm simper dancing over the pirate's chapped tiers. hazel irises laughing, and smiling along with him. " glad i finally found ya'. " ace's raw, deep tone making itself known. As he spoke, the words lingered in the air, each syllable drawn out like the notes of a familiar tune. It was a language born of the sandy land itself, shaped by the rugged terrain and bits of history that defined the corner of the world from where the fire fist came from. it was rich in flavor, just like sanji's cooking. 

the steps of heavy, black boots making the planks crack quietly, barely whisper and sing with the spurs that clicked softly whenever ace would move. on his way, the green - stripped backpack was quickly taken off his figure. he thought long about a fitting gift, but sanji did not seem as if he was lacking something ever. only then ace remembered something, and it was time to let go.

" i got ya' a thing. " ace continued, wearing the same warm smile as he handled the blonde a worn - out looking book. it certainly had remains of the fire fist's voyages left on it's cover. and the pages inside seemed to gain more brown and yellow colors. " 's a cook book. my ... mother's cook book. ' as he spoke, his lips visibly twitched. forming a warm smile that hid a little bit of pain behind the fire fist's eyes. " i can't really cook so i can't use it. there are recipes written by her, native to the island where i was born. i know y'gonna make a better use of it than me. and ... make others enjoy what i used to. "

the calloused fingers slowly letting go of the book. now, quickly moving to tip down his hat. a poor attempt to hide his flustered and maybe a bit embarrased face. ace was vulnerable now, and he really didn't like to show that side to others. " Happy Valentine's day. "

The tap-tap-tapping on the wooden door got his attention. A lit cigarette sandwiched between his lips; a smile now curling up at the sight of Ace entering the kitchen. ❝ Mornin', Ace. ❞ Glad I finally found ya. That made him raise a curly eyebrow, curious as the friendly smile remained on his face. Sanji fully turned around; all attention on Ace. Soon his gaze swept from the fire starter, following the movement of the backpack. It seemed it took him a moment to collect himself before drawing out the thing from the bag.

I got ya' a thing. A present, for himself? Oh right, because today is Valentine's Day. A day full of romance and love on many levels. He looked at the book. Worn-out, but clearly cared for despite what could be seen here and there on the cover. A cook book. His ocean blue eyes widened.

His mother's cook book. Oh. His slender fingers brushed against calloused fingers as Sanji accepted the book. His cheeks were burning. Perhaps it was an effect from the devil fruit user. How the warmth entered his face. Or he was simply blushing due to the fact that Ace gave him something important.

His smile grew bigger, and his eyes shone with happiness. ❝ Ace... ❞ He saw how he was now tipping his hat. His cheeks burned more that Ace was vulnerable around him, and around the most important item that was now in Sanji's hands. Happy Valentine's Day. ❝ If you're sure that I can have this, then I will cherish it, okay? I know what it's like. ❞

Sanji boldly stepped forward, moving Ace's hat up a little to press his lips to his cheek. Yup. It was definitely his fire powers that were doing this to him. It's definitely not something else. ( Who was he kidding. His heart was galloping like a wild horse. ) ❝ Want me to make you somethin' from it? It'll be my way of saying thank you, and also contributing to your Valentine's. I'll... I could make it a bit romantic. Just don't you dare say anything to Luffy. Can't let him know you're getting better treatment. Since you still have guest privileges. But I promise to take care of it; as if it was my own mother's book. Must be a big step to give away something like this. You must trust me that much, right? ❞

[studestael]

Hello, your Santa here <3

It is harder, but like, I love when the lyrics flow along with music, then I can treat the vocal as another instrument without feeling that it bothers me - that's why I can't listen to Polish music. It's my native and I'm always thrown out of the mood when I hear it XD

"Goodnight Vienna" is an amazing album! Sure, make the list, I'm curious to see what you got!

I had a dog, a tiny york terrier, he lived up to 15 years and a little bit more. Right now I have a female canary who sings like a male and actually tricked us at the very beginning. I love her tho, even if she's as stubborn and moody as I am XD

What about you? Do you have or had any animals?

And also a question from me, because you've mentioned The Monkees earlier. How did you get into them? What makes you love their music and what are your favorite songs by them?

Sincerely, your Santa <3

hi!!

i totally see what you mean, that's why it doesn't bother me at all to hear music in languages i know absolutely nothing about! by the way, even if you don't really listen to polish music, do you have any recommendation of polish songs that i could like? :^)

i'll definitely listen to ringo's albums, it's unfair i've listened to most of the three other beatles' discographies but not ringo's one!

ooh a canary, so cute!! i didn't know canaries had different voices according to their gender :o like is the pitch different?

i don't right now but when i was younger, we had a bunny that lived for like 12 years! i think he had a happy life cause he wasn't living in a cage, he had a small area for him in our greenhouse where he dug a burrow! when it was sunny, we let him gambol in the garden where he could run and eat dandelions :^)

to be honest, i don't really remember how i got into the monkees!! i don't even remember if i watched an episode or something first and then listened to their music or the other way around. i wish i could answer but really, i don't remember at all! one thing for sure is that i learnt their existence on tumblr!

what i love about their music is mainly when it sounds country-like, thanks to michael nesmith of course :^) i love never tell a woman yes, hollywood, magnolia simms, good clean fun... i also love their "psychedelic" approach which is not TOO deep like circle sky or the porpoise song (i really like the album head in general) and shout-out to lady's baby which is a very pretty song! it's impossible to choose, i love too many songs :^) what about yours?

see you soon!!